Then we both fell from those dizzying heights of pleasure, and the after-bliss and endorphin rush was wonderful.

  She bit her lip, then moaned sensually as I kissed her, languidly and lingeringly, the luxurious pleasure of her body engulfing my spent cock was a delicious sensation, as were the heady scents of our mixed pleasure and her current deep and joyful satiation.

  I pulled out as the kiss ended, rolled to the side while I gathered her up and pulled her against me. My arms going around her like a cage, while my lips teased the back of her neck and her shoulder gently, my currently content cock resting between her sexy ass cheeks.

  She said, “Still not dreaming?”

  I laughed, “Still awake, baby.”

  She giggled, then wiggled back against me, “We don’t have to cuddle.”

  I growled, “Bullshit,” in her ear, as my arms closed around her tighter, and I possessively cupped one of her breasts and squeezed gently. Then left it there and teased her breast with slowly and slightly moving fingertips while I palmed her nipple and kissed the back of her neck.

  She let out a happy sigh, “Or we could cuddle all night long?”

  I grinned, “When I’m not making you scream.”

  She shivered in a good way, “Okay.”

  “Do you not like it?”

  She smelled content.

  She giggled, “No, I love it. The feeling of being held in your arms so securely makes me dance inside, but I know some men don’t, and it wouldn’t offend me if you’d been one of them.”

  I shook my head, “Shifters are very tactile. I’ll never object to you touching me, claiming my lap, or just wanting to be held.”

  She bit her lip, “You’re too perfect.”

  I grinned, and kissed the back of her neck, “And you’re too delicious.”

  She teased, “Is the big bad wolf going to eat me?”

  I laughed, then said, “What a wonderful idea.”

  She squirmed and giggled as I manhandled her, while casting a spell to clean up the mess I’d just left in her sex. Then I dove in.

  “I was just… playing, Liam. Oh, that’s good, but I didn’t actually mean sexually… oh goddess, on second thought you can stop doing that at sunrise.”

  I grinned into her pussy, and I got to work. I figured by the time I’d made her cum a couple of more times and tremble on my tongue, I’d be more than ready to ravish her again. She was delicious, and her huge labia were beautiful shaped, not messy, and sitting atop a mouthwateringly large mound.

  And I did, I made her tremble on my tongue and bathe my face twice, which earned me a very selfish hard rutting, as I took her from behind mercilessly and roughly until I’d emptied my nut sacks. Of course, she’d cum three more times anyway, obviously loving being dominated in bed as well as a light spanking. I mean, I swatted her quite hard a few times during it, to make her clench delightfully around my cock, but not to fetish levels or anything.

  Then for our third round she rode me hard, bouncing on my cock and twerking her hips in mind-addling ways while I played with her tits. Honestly, she was the best fuck I’d ever had on me, and her gyrating willowy body and bouncing tits were so sexy as she pleasured me and extracted another impossibly hard and mind-addling orgasm. Yoga might not agree with her, but she certainly had the flexibility for it, and she proved it that night.

  The fourth and last round was in the shower, against the tile wall. After that we cleaned up and sought food. The rest of the night we just lounged in the huge backyard, watched the stars as I held her and she snuggled up to me. She was shamelessly taking advantage of my offer, she obviously loved to cuddle and ate up all my attention, and she was apparently a huge toucher. It wasn’t even sexual, not really, although a bit sensual in nature. We were sated, and she was just physically affectionate, and it was a potent emotional intimacy of acceptance and decadent enjoyment.

  I loved her hands on me as much as mine on her, and her soft feminine body against mine. It was a beautiful summer night, so we were more than comfortable enough.

  She was breathtaking, truly thrilling to be with and around, and I was already helplessly captivated.

  Chapter Five

  Lianne looked professional and amazing in a dark gray blazer and skirt, with a tight black stretchy shirt that conformed to her torso. Without the jacket it’d be scandalous, mostly because she wasn’t wearing a bra, but with the blazer she looked amazingly professional and sexy. She was apparently a card-carrying member of the free the nipple crowd, which wasn’t shocking to me at all, given shifter women never wore bras either. At least, not until after their first kid.

  “We’ll go shopping soon.”

  She stepped in my personal space, and put her hand on my chest, as she claimed a chaste kiss and gave me a smile, “No hurry.”

  I really liked that boldness in her, and I had to remind myself we had an appointment. Several of them today, actually.

  “What’s the difference?”

  She shrugged, “Slightly shorter skirts, and the blazer cut is more… flattering to a woman’s figure.”

  “You look pretty damn flattered already.”

  She giggled, then beamed as I took her hand and entwined our fingers, “Thanks. Not used to being so admired that way, most men I dated probably wished I had bigger tits and some hips.”

  I snorted, “You do have hips, and your curves are sexy. There’s a fragile beauty and allure in it that a lusher woman could never match.”

  She tilted her head doubtfully, “You don’t like big tits?”

  I shrugged, “I didn’t say that. I just appreciate beauty in all its forms, and uniqueness in those forms. I don’t really have a preference that sticks out. I never played with a pair of tits that I didn’t love playing with.”

  She giggled, “Alright. I’ll take that, I guess.”

  “Ready?”

  She nodded, and I teleported us to our destination. A small office space for two that looked well-appointed and comfortable, including a coffee maker and fridge. There were two gods there, both looking nervous, a tier three and tier four.

  The tier three was Faith, the goddess of persuasion and seduction, rebirth of Peitho. She was sixty-four, just like Lianne, so hadn’t died since the gods return. At the moment though she was dressed professionally and had a no-nonsense look on her face. A little reach for information told me she didn’t mix business with pleasure, and that she could satisfy her seduction mantle with nightly hookups, and it wouldn’t give her problems during the day. Which I’m sure was a disappointment to the tier four god in the room, the minor god of luck wasn’t getting lucky with Faith at all.

  She also preferred a steady boyfriend to empty sex, but she found it hard to find one that would reliably be there for her every night, which of course led to cheating by necessity, which led to imploding relationship.

  Faith was… well her body truly lived up to her mantel. She was all lush and inviting curves at five foot nine, with D cups, a juicy bubbled ass, and an impossibly thin waist. Her legs… well they were deliciously long. She had green eyes and light blonde hair framing a soft and innocently beautiful face. Altogether, I imagined she would play the innocent seduction angle, the good girl that can’t help but give in to her naughty needs kind of thing.

  When she was on the prowl, I mean, not all the time.

  Edward was six foot one, with brown hair and eyes on the dark end of the spectrum. He had a medium build that was slightly toned and in shape. He was also just forty-two, so had died right out of the gate and had been reborn twenty-two years later. He was as I’d said, a minor god of luck and favorable moments.

  “Faith, Edward, I’m Liam and this is Lianne. Kaya said you were expecting me?” or her text had at any rate. Kaya had texted me later on with the details of the office.

  Edward said, “We can get you set up. Faith and I are database administrators, we take care of all the access and make sure everything is running clean. We’ll teach you how to log in remotely and perform database searches of all records, since your last access and search. So you’ll just see the new stuff.”

  Faith’s voice was dulcetly warm, and I could tell she was making an effort to remove her natural sultry tones from her voice. That must be annoying to her, everything she said coming out in a seductive bedroom voice I mean, unless she disguised it on purpose.

  “Technically we work for you. So, if you have any questions, or need new query options written, let us know.”

  I nodded, “How is this paid for?”

  Faith said, “A foundation, the chairwoman of it is Natasha. It pays for our salaries, this office space, and the domain name and servers, which are located in a tier four datacenter in Columbus Ohio.”

  “Can you give me the information on that, as well as the login. I need two, the second for an assistant, but I don’t have a name for you yet, so I guess that can wait.”

  Faith smiled, and she also relaxed slightly. Perhaps because I’d been there a whole two minutes, and I’d yet to look below her neck. Well, directly anyway, I was sure as hell enjoying the peripheral view.

  “We got yours set up already, just call when you need the second one and have the information.”

  I nodded and got closer as she turned her chair back to the computer, and she showed me how to log in over a web VPN, which came with a key fob with a rotating number sequence every sixty seconds for second level security access. I could just know it if I wanted, but it seemed prudent not to be that obvious about it. So far no one had questioned me about how I found Steven so fast, not even Lianne, so it made no sense to show off.

  Once logged in, I could access the database through a webpage interface, so I didn’t need to load further software. She also taught me how to run some queries. All in all, I was there for about an hour, and Faith was extremely competent, friendly, and professional once that initial caution had passed.

  I imagined she got a lot of men falling all over her, which again, would be annoying for her most likely. Not all the time, but at work she’d want to be respected for her mind and work, not ogled. I suspect part of it was my reputation from my past lives, Nate had been something of a lecher, and there’d been the whole king of the gods thing too. I had to give her credit for getting past it so quickly.

  Even past her amazingly seductive figure, just her vivid green eyes and the buttery light blonde hair was incredibly alluring, and her innocent beauty of face just added to that. It engendered a need to protect, and I kind of wanted to fix all her problems and plow her unconscious, even as I knew it was just a shallow reaction to her stunning beauty.

  No more beautiful to me than Lianne, just so different it was impossible to compare. The shallow instinctual reactions too differing to judge.

  As far as Edward, he was the shyest god I’d ever met, and seemed perfectly content ignoring us and doing his thing while Faith handled our training.

  Lianne was warm in my arms, her lips kissing mine with a mind-addling passion as she pushed me up against the counter in the kitchen. I’d teleported us back the house for a bite to eat before our next appointment, which was in a little over an hour from now. Regardless, she’d pretty much attacked me, and I moaned deeply into her mouth, as she rubbed her hand firmly between my legs.

  She broke the kiss with an insanely hot smoldering look in her warm doe eyes, and she let out a little sigh as she leaned into me as she went down to her knees, literally grinding my cock along her body. She was almost manic as she opened up pants and fished me out, then without looking away from my eyes, she took me deep into her mouth with a wild moan of wanton abandon and wicked enjoyment.

  It was the first time she’d put her mouth on me, and her tongue was nimble, her lips tight, and her hands on my balls and the base of my shaft complementary to her swirling tongue and rapid bobs. She was sucking me off in a manic and wild fashion, like she was desperate for it. Desperate to have my cock in her hot mouth, to be on her knees giving me pleasure with a wanton abandon that literally blew my mind.

  I was both confused and in awe, as I watched and felt her fuck her face on my cock, her cheeks concaving as she milked me with sucking, her tongue doing things I didn’t think I could properly describe, the spit, suction, and swirling tongue creating a sucking whirlpool of ecstasy on my sensitive tip.

  She was the best lay I’d ever had, and she was also without a doubt the best cocksucker I’d ever had the pleasure of. Wanton, wild, and wicked as she sent powerful waves of pleasure into me, vibrations of sound from her wanton moans, and while she didn’t deep throat me her vibrating throat felt incredible against my tip as she bottomed out. All while she was rolling my balls, scratching my taint, and jacking and twisting the base of my shaft.

  It was a shock and awe blowjob on a level I’d never experienced before, and the pleasure was almost too intense. Her eyes looking up at me in wild and heady devotion, and a deep begging need for my pleasure in her mouth.

  It couldn’t have been more than three minutes later, when I was moaning involuntarily as I stroked her hair.

  “Baby, I’m going to cum in that hot mouth, if you don’t stop.”

  She moaned shamelessly, her eyes going wider with desire and a hot thrill, as she worked me even harder, which is what triggered the vast explosion of pleasure that hit me like a lightning bolt. Pleasure roared through my body and addled my mind. Her hand jacked me so quickly, milking me hard as she sucked and bobbed just past the tip which was far too sensitive to touch directly in that moment, milking me hard with suction at the top of my shaft. All to make it better for me, draw it out and intensify it.

  As I started to come down from my height, her eyes were warmly devoted, far calmer and extremely satisfied. She let out a sweet moan as she continued to milk me gently, her tongue teasing the sensitive tip to lick up the last of it before she popped off.

  She blushed, “I had to, I needed you so badly.”

  I nodded calmly, as I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her languidly, then opened my eyes as I rested my forehead against hers. Her eyes so beautiful and expressive, from just an inch or two away.

  “So, the crazy is more than just anger?”

  She giggled, “You could say that.”

  “So… what did I do, so I can do it again.”

  She giggled harder, “You like me crazy, don’t you?”

  “I really, really, do, baby. Your passion is breathtaking and that was insanely intense.”

  She grinned, “I’ll give you a slow, teasing, and sensual one later, that will make you cum so hard you’ll pass out. But just now I needed to taste you, I’ve been thinking about having that huge monster in my mouth since the first time I saw it. But we never got around to it last night. I’m really good at it, and enjoy it, but I honestly don’t think I can get that thick snake in my throat.”

  “Fine, don’t tell me.”

  She giggled, “Just the way you treated Faith. I think you made a friend for life, for seeing past her body and face. She’s a brilliant programmer. Also, for not having wandering eyes, that really turns me on.”

  I grinned, “I’m not surprised Natasha saw past it too when she was hired. You must really have terrible taste in men, if that common courtesy to the woman I’m dating and with is so shocking.”

  She snorted, “Don’t get me started, I really do. I’m glad you didn’t let me walk away, all my assumptions about you were totally wrong. I was ready to read Sara the riot act, but clearly I need to thank her.”

  I snickered, gave her another kiss while stroking her sides and back, then let her go to make a quick snack for both of us. She touched me a lot, while helping, and I just absorbed that warm energy she gave off, that I knew could turn manic in anger or arousal, apparently for no obvious reason at all. At least not obvious to me.

  The meeting room was small, a six-person conference table, and there was a large screen on one wall with a projector hanging off the ceiling that could interface with a phone or tablet wirelessly. The building we were in was for an advanced processor fabrication facility down by Mexico City. Lianne and I were holding hands under the table, as we waited for the VP and saleswoman Georgina to get back. I’d given over the data for the processor, memory, and drive I had in mind, all that would fit in a device the size of the head of a pin.

  Georgina was in her mid-thirties, five foot six, with an average body for her height slightly on the curvy side. She was still attractive, with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes.

  She came back into the conference room with a reserved look on her face, “We had Harmony go over the data you provided, that’s the name of the company’s artificial intelligence. She said it’s within our capabilities to manufacture what your designs call for, but she had several concerns and flags.”

  I waved for her to continue.

  She said, “First, it’s based off of a design scrapped as unworkable over twenty years ago. You understand quantum computers are relatively unstable because of the phenomena known as quantum jumping, sometimes the q-bits don’t behave and randomly change position. The whole idea was shelved until a breakthrough could be made. She says she’d love a quantum computer, rather than kludging along on her current mainframe, but…” she trailed off.

  I said, “I understand the limitations. I want you to go ahead with it, just one for testing.”

  I could make things with magic, but a quantum processor was beyond what was possible that way. I’d have to have the entire architecture in my head with focus for it to work, billions of integrated components on the nano-scale size. It just wasn’t possible to hold that much in my head at once, for anyone.

  She nodded, “The other flags were I/O concerns. The device is a processor, memory, and storage in an encapsulated form without ports, Bluetooth, or other wireless access. More than that, there’s no power supply. Harmony is… curious, and frankly so am I. Why would you want a failed computer design in a container you can’t access to even load something on it, or turn on?”