Even gods didn’t know everything, and all I could do for certain was change the future in the hopes it would be a better turnout. But there was no way to know until after I’d acted. It was what it was.

  I flinched to switch the channel to any other threats, gods out of line, or threats to us, and there was nothing else.

  When I woke up, I had a total moment with June that was entirely spontaneous. Caressing her face, getting lost in her eyes, as my chest filled with awe, affection, love, and a potent warm need to possessive and protect. She was just as mesmerized as I was, when I told her with my eyes just how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, how much she continually had me in awe of her grace, beauty, and heart.

  It was entirely sappy, and kind of amazing, more intimate than sex as we all but worshipped each other with our eyes. I didn’t think there was anything I wouldn’t do for my sweet and shy midnight haired beauty.

  “Always a pleasure, Allison. What can I do for you?” I asked curiously. I honestly hadn’t expected to hear from the pretentious blonde gallery owner for about six months. It’d only been thirty-six hours since the sale.

  At the moment I was in pair of shorts and a t-shirt, there was dust in the air from cutting the countertops and I was sheened in sweat from working on the restoration all morning. Amber was sulking as usual, June was writing her heart out, and last I knew Lily was researching the business end of owning a gentlemen’s club and looking for a location to purchase or build a new business. Brenna… I wasn’t sure where she was, either shopping or visiting with family, I just knew she’d be back soon to make us lunch.

  Allison said, “I have a line on a commission.”

  I quipped, “That was a short six months.”

  Allison laughed, then said, “Yes, but… ten million dollars.”

  Oh, damn. That would more than double my money, which I might just need. Between the house and the business, we were looking at a few million, and there were still six more goddesses to go that I’d have to guide and support.

  “I’m listening.”

  Allison laughed delightedly, “I thought you might. She’s a young stupidly rich person, and a sweetheart. I think she just wants to meet you, her only request was you deliver it personally. She also may want bragging rights to having the first ever commissioned painting from the god of arts and leisure.”

  “Alright, what does she want?”

  Allison replied, “Katerina’s passion is astronomy. She really wants a painting of the earth, moon, and sun, with the milky way behind it.”

  That… would be far more difficult than it sounded. For anyone else, anyway.

  “Size?”

  Allison said, “Landscape, four feet high and six wide. She plans to hang it over her couch.”

  Oh, now the price didn’t seem quite so unreasonable. That was four times the surface area of my other paintings, but even split in four two point five million in effort comparison was a huge jump in price. It also sounded fun.

  “Alright, do I need to come in?”

  Allison said, “No, I have her signed agreement, and in an hour the ten million will be in escrow, all you need to do is deliver.”

  I looked around at the mess, I’d also need to pick up supplies.

  “Alright, one or two days.”

  Allison asked, “Seriously?”

  I sighed, “Yeah, I can do a whole series of six in a full day’s work, no reason to hide that now that you know I’m a god. At least, from you. It’ll take me about four hours, but I’m not sure when I’ll get to it yet.”

  I had the idea to use farseeing for it, to get a true idea of what that would really look like instead of looking for Hubble pictures, or something. I also think my power would do better that way, having a true view and image in my head.

  She snorted, “Let’s keep that our secret.”

  “Not advertising. I’ll let you know when it’s delivered.”

  Allison said, “Thanks, Mark. I’ll let you know about any other outrageous offers. Otherwise, we’ll talk in six months after this.”

  I laughed, “Sound plan.”

  She hung up, and I got back to cutting marble.

  My arms went around Brenna from behind, my sexy redhead looked amazing cooking at the stove wearing black pumps with five-inch stiletto heels, which did amazing things for her mouthwateringly juicy bubbled ass and toned legs. She had on a shiny white silk negligee that barely covered her hips, and bright white silk and lace panties. Her gorgeously wavy auburn hair was clipped in the back with the sides of her hair tight, revealing her sweet neck and petite ears.

  I caught a glimpse of the profile of her severely and exotically beautiful face, with her pouty lips slightly parted as I kissed her neck.

  “You should cook lunch like this all the time.”

  She smirked at me over her shoulder with sparkling light blue eyes, “Is that an order, Mark?”

  I chuckled, and then caressed her hips and stomach, teasing the bottom of her torpedoed breasts with a slight brush of the side of my hands along her silk negligee. Pulling the silk across her nipples, it was more than delightfully obvious she had no bra on.

  “No, Brenna. It’s more fun and always a surprise when you do it for me.”

  She winked, then wiggled back against my cock with a sigh of pleasure.

  “I have to do something to get noticed, with the new goddesses in the house.”

  I laughed, and swatted her ass, “I always notice you, wild witch. You are mine,” I said that last so firmly she trembled in my arms and melted against me with a wanton sigh of surrender, “Do not doubt my desire for you, for it has only grown.”

  She bit her lip, “That was so hot. I love when you claim me.”

  I grinned, “I’ll be claiming you with more than words, after lunch. I’m starving, and this tension is delicious, don’t you agree?”

  She moaned softly, and wiggled her ass against my hardening cock, “I want it so bad, but it is, Mark. I’ll be so wet for you all through lunch, just a slutty witch waiting breathlessly to be plowed by her god.”

  I kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, and said, “And I’ll be hard for you, Brenna. All for you, and the anticipation of your sweet mouth and tight pussy.”

  “My slutty pussy, is yours, to warm and pleasure your cock on demand,” she said breathily, swept away in our words, and the way I held her so firmly. The way I was teasing her body with my hands and giving her what she wanted. My attention. She really was an insatiable witch.

  “Beautiful witch,” I whispered, “Naughty witch, ensnaring my lust, and overwhelming my senses.”

  She whimpered, rubbing her whole body up against me.

  I pinched and rolled her nipples firmly with sliding luxurious silk, then patted her ass and went to the table with a big grin on my face. I loved winding her up, as much as I loved being wound up. I was so hard it hurt, but it really was more delicious to wait, to let that lust and the promise of pleasure simmer for a while. Plus, I was starving, from working so hard all morning, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her burn lunch by bending her over the counter.

  She shook her head, as if to shake off the fog of lust that had her in its grip, and then got back to cooking before it burned in the pan. She was making a casserole dish out of leftovers, diced ham, sweet potato, cinnamon, and other spices, along with onions. There was a second pot with mashed potatoes, and the scent of fresh baked rolls and butter wafting from the oven. It smelled delicious.

  She said, “Just a couple of minutes.”

  I muttered an illusion spell, and the tinkling sounds of dinner bells rang through the house. It wasn’t something I’d ever done before.

  She smirked over her shoulder, “Too lazy to go collect them?”

  I shook my head, “Too entranced by the view to let it out of my sight.”

  That actually made her blush, which was rare for my earthy witch of over eight decades and self-professed slut for me. All that wisdom and experience in a barely legal sexy as hell body, she truly was a wicked wonder.

  Amber came down, made a plate, and went back up to her room like a sullen teen, but thankfully she didn’t poison the atmosphere by opening her caustic mouth.

  June came in all smiles, in a pink shirt and white shorts that hugged her body.

  “That smells amazing, Brenna,” she kissed Brenna warmly, then came over to the table, kissed me, then sat down.

  “Good day, babe?”

  June said, “Very good. You?”

  I nodded, “Got a lot of work done, I also have a couple of announcements of sorts, but let’s wait for Lily.”

  Lily came in wearing a halter top dress with loose skirts down to her lower thighs, she looked incredibly sexy in the light blue number. I was really going to have to thank June for upgrading Lily’s wardrobe. She also gave the three of us kisses before sitting down, but she still had her nose in her smartphone doing research no doubt.

  She only put it down, as Brenna got the food on the table and sat down, then she smiled at all of us. It was also opposite day apparently, since June hardly ever wore anything without a skirt, and Lily had professed to not like wearing them when we’d first met.

  “Going okay?” I asked.

  Lily beamed, “I think so. I’m just happy focusing on it.”

  June asked, “Announcements?”

  I nodded, “I got my first commission, ten mil. So we won’t have any trouble affording to invest in a business for Lily to manage. The second thing is I had a vision last night, need to take care of it myself, no FBI. It involves a racist and crazy human and shifters. On the good side I don’t think it will be violent, so I won’t technically be breaking our agreement.”

  June said, “I’m coming anyway.”

  Lily nodded, “I want to go too. I know enough spells to be scary, anyway. Also, great news and congrats on the commission.”

  I laughed, “That’s fine, Brenna?”

  She said, “Normally I’d love to, but shifters despise witches, remember?”

  “Good point, your presence might be counterproductive to our peaceful goals.”

  Brenna winked.

  It was a testament to how sensual our house was that Brenna being in sexy white lingerie while cooking lunch around noon hadn’t even been commented on, and neither of my goddesses had even given her a strange look.

  We all dug in, and Brenna and I actually started playing footsie, her foot teasing my leg after slipping off a shoe. She was giving me hot needy looks too, telling me how much she needed to be dominated and used for my pleasure, and how much that would get her off. She liked a firm and demanding hand, a little rough but short of fetish levels, and she was driving me crazy with her needy looks.

  Both of my goddesses were exquisite, sexy and seductive as hell, but they were also kind and considerate. They didn’t even try to seduce me or steal my attention when they saw what direction the wind was blowing. If anything, the heat and promise between Brenna and I just turned them on, and ironically that turned me on fiercely. I’d have to thank them with my tongue later, for adding to the heated atmosphere without stealing the show.

  Or maybe it was all planned, they did get together about cock time with me, it could be it was just Brenna’s turn, and she’d brought out the big guns of innocently sexy and sweet white lingerie.

  She had my mind so entirely fogged with lust, and so hard, that I knew I wouldn’t last long. So as soon as the others left, I got up, pulled her to her feet, and pinned her against the counter. She looked thrilled, breathless, and her breathing was slightly accelerated as she looked up into my eyes and I gazed down into her hers.

  I caressed her face softly, even as my other hand squeezed her ass as hard as I could, possessively and dominating, while up above I was all awe and entirely captivated by her beauty and wild sexuality.

  I pushed down on her shoulder, “Suck me dry,” I ordered in a heated voice.

  She never broke eye contact, as she bit her lip, caressed my shoulders with her hands, then ran her hands down my body as she got to her knees. Her hands worked my pants open while her eyes were hooded with barely restrained lust, as her pouty blowjob lips parted and she moistened them with her tongue.

  “I love the way you’re looking at me right now,” she whispered in a sultry voice, and then my cock felt relief as it was released from its confinement, her soft hands deliciously teasing as she stroked me and lined it up with her pouty lips.

  She sighed softly as she kissed the tip, licked the slit, then took in half my mushroom head and suckled, while her tongue snaked out and slathered the sensitive bottom ridge. She moaned in naughty enjoyment at the taste of my precum, jerked the base once and twisted as she swirled her tongue around the tip, then with a wanton moan sucked hard and took me into the myriad pleasures of her naughty mouth.

  Her eyes still gazed up to mine with wicked adoration, lustful worship, and a debauched joy at having my cock sliding between her silken lips, across her wet nimble tongue, and deep into the pleasures of her hot mouth.

  She rose back up, swirled the tip, then popped off as she stroked me fast yet extremely lightly. The sensations of her silken hands sliding along my sensitive skin was amazing, and I was so lost in her naughty eyes.

  “Thank you, Mark. For allowing your slut witch to serve. I love feeling you in my mouth, so silky and smooth, yet so hard as you make my lips tingle, and my taste buds dance.”

  She let out another sweet moan as she took me back into her naughty mouth, lost in her own sensual lust and desires, as she serviced my cock. Bobbing, swirling, sucking, while she stroked, twisted, and squeezed with her hand. Her other hand was sliding back and forth between her legs over the wet spot on the white silk panties, in the same rhythm as her hand working my base.

  I moaned deeply, as she got more and more sensual, losing herself in pleasuring me, like she’d found the crown of her life down on her knees for me, worshipping my cock, and damn was she an amazing cock sucker after seventy years of experience.

  “That feels amazing, Brenna,” I moaned, “So sexy for me, my wild witch. Such a naughty cock-sucking witch for me.”

  That made her wantonly moan and double her efforts, her eyes burning with lust for my seed, for my taste in her mouth and sliding down her throat. Her tongue pure ecstasy, her sucking pouty lips pure bliss, and each time she took the sensitive into her throat and moaned to send vibrations into me, it was heavenly euphoria. Her throat so tight for me, her lips and hand gripping and milking, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

  And never taking her eyes off mine, begging me for my seed.

  “You’re going to make your god cum, Brenna.”

  That drove her absolutely nuts, me admitting I was her god, and the power of pleasure she had over me. It was just truth. She started to work me with her shock and awe techniques, with a desperate almost insanely fervent need for my seed in her eyes. Her face twisted in lustful adoration, and she was rubbing her clitoris so fast that she was panting and moaning so deeply around my cock. Her eyes glazing over in pleasure.

  I roared, “Brenna!” as I felt the pleasure rise from my depths explosively, and there was no resisting it as the tide swept me away. I gripped the counter to steady myself, as my knees grew weak, and her wantonly lustful and joyous eyes as she sucked and milked me dry just added to the heady pleasure of it.

  She also came like a rocket being launched into space, her keening cry muffled by my fat cock around the fourth pulse that left me, her eyes completely glazed over as she trembled and quivered against me, sucking and swallowing in rhythm to the waves of ecstasy bombarding her senses and wracking her body with bliss.

  Then we came down together.

  Her eyes were warm, adoring, and completely content as she continued to suckle on my cock, and milk me lightly with her hand. Hoping to get every little bit of my seed. Her moans sweetly wanton with an edge of warm surrender in them.

  Tears of joy fell from her eyes, as I caressed her cheek lovingly and looked down at her in adoring awe. It was powerful, and still felt a little wrong, the way she put me above herself so completely. But I wouldn’t change a thing about her, she was my… our house’s miracle.

  “Get me past the hump. I’m going to plow you so hard.”

  Her eyes widened with renewed and potent lust, and she moaned sweetly and kept sucking me off. Avoiding the sensitive head, her lips wrapped tightly and bobbing shallowly on the shaft just below it. She kept me hard, and got me past the oversensitivity, then I pulled her off me and up to her feet. She melted against me when I claimed her lips, her sweet soft moans linked directly to my libido and my heart.

  She whispered, “You said you were my god.”

  “I am yours, and I’m a god.”

  She giggled, “How do you want me?”

  I was going to bend her over the counter, but at that question I reconsidered, and lifted her by her ass, firmly gripping it as I tossed her over my shoulder. Then I teleported upstairs, and I flipped her off my shoulder and into the bed.

  She looked up in shock, absolute devotion and trust, and a wanton need to feel me plowing her pussy in her eyes.

  I got into the bed and gripped her ankles, bent her in half and leaned on her legs to pin her down. I peeled off her panties just far enough to reveal her glistening and soaked sex, then reached down with one hand to line it up and shove it in. Her sex quivered and clenched around me, but she was plenty wet and ready after what just happened, and I pounded my way deep inside. So snug around me, tugging my skin and sending radiating waves of pleasure at the potent silken friction. So hot and nubile around me, as I drilled into the depths of her body. The way her tits bounced so wildly under the silken lingerie at the bottom of my vision was just more overwhelming mental fodder.

  She said breathily, “So good, to have you in me again, Mark.”

  I grinned, “So good to be in your tight body, so hot and tight for me, naughty witch. I needed to see those pretty light blue eyes, while I plowed you, if you’re wondering why we’re up here.”