Her body trembled for me, then she gasped, “Mark! OH MY GOD!” she keened in shock right before she bucked. She hadn’t gone over yet, but she was close. A shock and wild buck that told me a man had never made her feel such a powerful orgasm approaching, overwhelming her senses and sweeping her away. That she’d never felt such intense pleasures before, as her body writhed wildly and bucked, her legs closing like a vice around my head as her hands clawed in my hair. Her sexy body arched, and she let out panting shuddering breaths.

  Then she screamed, “Oh god, too much, too much, oh my god, oh god, Mark!”

  I looked up into her eyes just in time to see them widen in shock, and then glaze over with overwhelming pleasure, as her body splintered in potent release. Her liquid satisfaction spraying my face, and running into my mouth, and in dirty rivulets onto her thighs and down to her taint. Her face was a study in pleasure, and her eyes filled with awed surrender as she looked down at me in incredulity mixed with a shocked joyful ecstasy.

  “So sexy for me,” I said in awe, then started licking her through it, in awe of how beautiful she was in the throes of ecstasy. So hot cumming for me, and my cock was so hard that the confinement of my Dockers was painful.

  I licked her through it, then stood up long enough to kick off my shoes, shuck my pants, and pull the shirt over my head because there were too many damned buttons to bother with.

  She looked over my body frankly, with both wild pleasure and lust in her eyes, and those eyes widened slightly when she got to my cock. All eight inches, and so thick and hard for her. Above average, but not freakishly so, and she bit her lip as she looked back up into my eyes.

  I took my place between her legs, and held myself up over her body, letting just a small amount of my weight press on her as I claimed her lips.

  Her kiss was just as passionate as before, but far more surrendering and she opened her legs wide for me, and then ground up against my cock.

  I lined it up and pushed into her paradise. Her sex was so very hot, so much insane silken pleasure as her hot flesh gripped me and drew me into her body. Stretching out around me so deliciously and snugly, and her eyes glazed over with discomfort and pleasure, as she took me inside of her body with several rocks of our bodies.

  I could hardly believe I was in my goddess, and it was far more amazing than I’d ever imagined, her soft heated flesh caressing, grasping, milking me so wonderfully. The myriad pleasures her body had on me, overwhelming me, was echoed in her eyes as my cock had the same effect on her.

  It was more than that too, like the satisfaction of a complicated puzzle being joined and resolved.

  “Sexy, you are mine.”

  She trembled, and then let out a gasp as she arched her back, rolled her hips powerfully to milk me and stimulate our bodies, then shuddered in bliss as a small orgasm rippled through her body.

  “I am yours, I can’t fight it anymore, don’t want to fight it. I’m glorying in it, being yours. I need you to take your pleasure in me, claim me with your pleasure. Fill me. I’ve never… never felt a man bareback in me, but all I can think about is you claiming me. Of feeling you fill me up. Please, Mark. Take what’s yours, take me.”

  My cock twitched, and I started to work her with shallow thrusts, upward grinds to stimulate her clit, and slowly ramped up the speed and length of my driving cock. The pleasure of her body was incredible, and I was already on the edge. Close to cumming before I’d even put it in, at her taste and the sensual way she’d cum for me.

  That breathy and sexy as hell speech hadn’t helped my control either, or her grasping milking pussy, as she clenched around me so tightly. Pulling on my sensitive skin as I pulled out, only to slide into her satiny paradise once more.

  She started to rock her hips from below, her eyes begging me for my pleasure as she worked to make it even better for me, for both of us.

  Her breaths were growing shallow fast, as I worked her up to her third orgasm, and the second potent one. I could see it in her glazing eyes, how sexy she was for me, as her body started to writhe and buck below me, tremble under my pounding cock, as her pussy quivered in delight at being stuffed so full and with authority.

  She said breathily, “Oh god, I’m going to cum so hard for you, again. So hard around that fat cock, owning me, driving into me so demandingly. So good, too good, too much, way too much, but don’t you dare… don’t you dare stop. Keep pounding me until you take your pleasure.”

  Her techniques were basic, but her sensuous surrender and wild submission to me more than made up for it. The way her body wriggled, clenched around me, and milked me so hard, all while she panted wildly and grew closer to the edge.

  I was losing hold of my control, the tatters of my control barely holding on, as I tried to get her to that plateau one more time before taking my own pleasure in her nubile and hot body. Fortunately, as I was about to learn, once my sexy goddess was warmed up, once I’d gotten her to cum that first time, she came easily and often.

  She cried out, her eyes glazing over as she got lost in mine, looking so vulnerable, so beautiful, so damned sexy as she splintered apart around me. Her hot pussy clenched, rippled, and quivered around my cock.

  Two more strokes in her strangling passage of pleasure as she came part for me, was it. I was done, and I didn’t even try to fight it as the pleasure came for me. Like storm hitting shore.

  I roared, “June!” and stared deeply into her eyes, showing my own vulnerability and the endless pleasure she’d engendered in me, as the storm of ecstasy howled through my mind, and deluged my body as we rode the heights of pleasure as one.

  She blushed when we started to come down, and I kissed her languidly, softly and playfully, as I pulled out, collapsed next to her, and pulled her tightly against me.

  “Sexy?”

  She bit her lip, “That’s so sexist, but never stop calling me that. Umm, why did you pin my arms back?”

  “Because I wasn’t ready for the main event, June. I wanted to earn it, by making you scream first. Plus, you worked me up all night, I was afraid I wouldn’t last long enough. Plus, I really love doing that, and foreplay can be a lot of fun even for men, but most are too impatient.”

  She giggled, “You did that. That was… the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. No man has ever done that before. I… umm, I liked it.”

  “Liked what?” I asked teasingly, knowing exactly what she meant but I wanted to hear her say it.

  “When you pinned my arms behind my back… when you took control of me. I felt so wildly out of control, and you’re every touch was a potent pleasure.”

  She blushed.

  “So, no more fighting?”

  She nodded, “Yes, sir. Oh gods, I can’t believe I just said that,” she blushed, “Not sure what it means, what we will be to each other in full, but yes. I need to be yours, it feels right.”

  “What aren’t you sure about? I mean, if it’s wondering if we’re on the same page, ask. If it’s about how this will work out, we’ll have to see how it evolves.”

  She bit her lip, “It feels almost wrong on an intellectual modern woman perspective, but my instincts, heart, and desires are telling me there’s nothing wrong with Brenna being a part of our lives. With sharing you with her, and you sharing her with me. It’s… kind of hot, actually. The idea doesn’t even get me jealous, I’m looking forward to meeting her, and maybe even… watching.”

  She paused, and I knew she wasn’t done. That was the setup, and she was working to her real concern.

  “But how do you see me, where we’re going. I mean, I think… I think I would do anything you wanted me to, but I want to be only yours, and any other women that join our bed.”

  I frowned, “I’m not getting what you aren’t saying.”

  She blushed, “Well, you mentioned sending me out to inspire writers, or people that will have a positive effect on the future. I can just talk to them, inspire them and impassion them, but my two powers are also inextricably linked.”

  Oh, holy hell, she was asking me if I planned to use her, to have her seduce and inspire other men, not just with words but with her body.

  Hell fucking no.

  “And, you don’t want that?”

  She blushed, “No, but I’d do it if you asked, I think, and I’d even enjoy it on some level. But it’s not what I really want. I want to be yours, I want to be cherished and loved, possessed and safe. I don’t have to do that, but my powers are informing me that it’s probably normal enough.”

  “I don’t want that. Call it hypocritical, but I want your body to be exclusively mine and only with me and the other women we have join our family.”

  She breathed out a sigh of relief, then kissed me, “Maybe it is, but it’s what I want too.”

  I pondered teasingly, “Although, female authors…” I trailed off wickedly.

  She giggled, “Pervert.”

  I laughed, “Says the goddess nymph that belongs to me.”

  She smirked, “So love, warmth, and family is our goal?”

  “Yes, sexy. I can promise you that I will never ask you to sleep with another man. Not even another woman that belongs to me, to us, though that would be welcome it is always up to you, babe.”

  “Babe?”

  I shrugged, “Like it? Everyone should have two pet names, June.”

  She giggled, “Yes, sir. I like it, it’s possessive, and a little naughty and sexist. I really like the way I feel in your arms, Mark. Tonight was… amazing, the whole thing was overwhelming, starting from the painting.”

  “It’s a high bar, but I’ll endeavor to meet it again for our second date.”

  I was hard again, so rolled onto her, pinned her arms above her head with a single hand, and drove into her sloppy sex. So snug for me, as her pussy grasped and fluttered around me, rippling around me in waves of blissful sensation.

  “So you like this, your arms pinned, your body crushed by mine?”

  She bit her lip, “Love it, makes me feel possessed and trapped, but so safe. I am yours, sir. Whenever you need me.”

  Fuck, so sweet and innocent looking and sounding, as she’d said that. The excitement, lust, pleasure, and trust in her eyes as she looked into mine blew my mind. Shallowly speaking, that was probably a lot about the pleasure I’d delivered with my mouth, and how I’d taken care of her.

  Our second round was far more languid and playful. Teasing, and I worked several orgasms out of her nubile perfectly symmetrical hourglass body, before taking my pleasure in her a second time. It was obvious to me this was her first time where she was swept away by the pleasure.

  Then we spent the night together. Mostly talking, but we also tried out a few more positions. More first date questions, like most embarrassing moment, her favorite thing to do that’s also embarrassing, things like that. Digging into the mysteries and quirks of each other.

  We had no need to sleep, and neither of us wanted to part.

  She also gave me my first blowjob from her that night, at about four in the morning. Her angelically innocent face looked so wrong and so hot all at the same time, with my dick sliding between her sucking lips, nimble tongue, and into her warm throat. She was an amazingly accomplished cock sucker, the raw skillful pleasure of it equaled of my wild witch who had over sixty years’ experience.

  Besides the raw pleasure, her eager sensuality at being between my legs was a profound turn on, and I felt the same way about being between hers. She also hadn’t been in a hurry, it was sensuous and decadent experience for both of us, she was clearly in no hurry to be done sucking my cock.

  Brenna was right, she was a nymph goddess, sexy beyond belief, but she was also in a real way, still my innocent June when not swept away by her intensely potent sexuality. There was a thrill and warm delight she took in it, and in being mine, that made me breathless. Her sensuousness as she lost herself in the passion, was only more impactful given that, the sharp contrast of her driving sensuous emotions and personality as she was swept away in me and the pleasure.

  I was also delighted to find out she was a toucher, physically affectionate, and happy to be held and snuggled. We’d been keeping our distance before then because of the intense sexual tension, but while cooking breakfast that morning she was constantly stroking my arm, rubbing her body against mine, and clearly enjoying my touches and the occasional breathy kisses.

  She was entirely captivating.

  I felt the absence of her profoundly when she went up to write after breakfast, and I went to paint. The last thing she’d said to me was to bring our witch home, whenever I wanted. I did want, but I thought to give it one more day with just the two of us, my drive to know all of her hadn’t yet been satisfied.

  Anyway, the studio. I figured, why two series of six, when I could deliver three. That was eighteen paintings, and at a hundred grand a piece that would be close to two million, if Allison could really pull it off. That’d pay for the house, materials needed for the restoration, and have a comfortable amount in the bank. A new painting after that once a month would maintain the bank account and then some.

  No more painting houses for me, if it all happened as I hoped, but I had no reason to doubt it. Allison had been sure, and I was fairly confident.

  This series was going to be lighthouse themed, from the seaside perspective looking toward land, with rocks, cliffs, and such. One or two would be night scenes, the wild water breaking on the rocks lit up brighter in places, from the lighthouse. The lighthouses themselves would be a series over time, starting out with an ancient lighthouse, and ending with a modern one.

  The theme emotions obvious, the evoked emotions from the light in the darkness, guiding the way. A lot of people loved lighthouses, so I expected they would do well.

  The last few days had been amazing, being a god, or even just an uber supernatural, had opened up so many possibilities. Soon to solve my money problems, a goddess I was captivated with and falling for already, and lastly a very wild witch as my advisor, witchcraft assistor, and of course my devoted and adoring cock warmer. Brenna would soon be my goddess’s eager pussy pleaser as well, which was going to be fun to watch.

  I’d been living in that bubble of awesomeness, a surreal space where I had the powers of the sun, many shared powers, could see the future and my future seemed filled with nothing but promise. Nothing but arts, leisure, hot sex, and even love in my future.

  It was amazing.

  Then of course, life intruded, and the bubble popped.

  Chapter Six

  It was on the news, live from a helicopter. Right after lunch my latest news search for ‘golden’ had paid off for the first time, which I’d been doing often over the last two days.

  In the moment June was holding my hand, and we were on the couch watching from a high perspective, a golden glowing man rampaging on the streets of New York, in Manhattan. I had to wonder, was this the first event, that would lead to a world destroyed with monsters running around, humans burning, and cities being destroyed.

  Would this turn humanity against the new supernatural race known as gods of old, and then more and more gods would be drawn into it, by virtue of simply defending their right to exist?

  It would if this fucking moron wasn’t stopped, and fast. He was destroying cars and punching people, pulping them with his enhanced strength, and there was a rage on his face. I didn’t know what set him off, but I knew whatever it was didn’t justify the senseless violence I was seeing. Cops died too, as their bullets reflected back at who shot them, a modified version of my bulletproof spell.

  This god, whoever he was, obviously believed in a darker eye for an eye philosophy.

  I didn’t know if I had heroic tendencies or not yet, but it was clear stopping this was in my interest.

  More than that, as I focused on the idea of stopping him, my power as a god responded. Just like my painting, focusing on the end objective was all it took for my unique power as a god.

  Art was painting, sculpting, dance, pottery, all sorts of things including lovemaking. Aphrodite was the goddess of pleasure, or whatever her name was now in this new life, but so was it an art. It was why I was so good at pleasing a woman in bed, that and being willing to put in the work before taking the reward, and enjoying that work with sensual joy.

  What I’d never considered before, was that martial arts was an art as well, and I knew I could use them. I’d never fought before, never attended a martial arts class, yet I was suddenly positive I could kick a second degree blackbelt’s ass, simply because I wanted to and was focused on it. My magic would guide my body. Worse come to worst, I’d blast him with the light of the sun and kill his ass.

  “I need to stop this guy.”

  She frowned, “I’m coming.”

  I frowned, “The muses are all about seduction and inspiration in their specific wheelhouse. I think that’s why they were tied so closely to Apollo, and perhaps me. It was his job to protect them, guide them, and whether he did it or not I’m going to love you too.”

  She blushed at that, and looked pleased and dazed by it as well.

  I said, “Point being, I’m not sure you coming is a great idea, I can handle it.”

  That statement broke her out of her dreamy stare.

  She scowled, “I’m coming. At the very least I can distract him with witch magic, cast with the power of a goddess witchcraft can hurt even a god, especially if he’s no more powerful than I am.”

  Shit, stubborn females. She would breathlessly do anything I asked, except let me go into danger alone, apparently.

  “Fine, babe, but be careful, stay out of sight. I’m going to make my face glow brightly, we do not want the authorities identifying us.”

  She tilted her head, then nodded, “Excellent point. One second.”

  She muttered an illusion spell, and instead of a midnight haired beauty with dark tanned skin, she was a honey blonde with pale skin and light gray eyes instead of a dark blue. Her face was also completely different, still beautiful, but instead of angelically innocent she had harsh cheekbones. As a disguise went, it kicked ass. Outside of her sexy body, she looked completely different.