Bruce grunted, “We should know who she is shortly.”

  I said, “The two of us would like to join Bruce on the hunt, the three of us should be able to take her down safely and figure out what she’s been told, without killing her.”

  Gary nodded, “I have no intention of pursuing justice, against an innocent twisted against me. I want the person behind it, who no doubt also tried to blow up the mansion with all of us in it.”

  Bruce said, “That works for me, me and my war gods could’ve taken her down, but this will be safer.”

  Tatiana asked, “Is that wise to trust them at your back?”

  Bruce snorted, “If you don’t know they could already be ruling, then you’re even more deluded than I believed. If they wanted me dead, I wouldn’t be standing here. Lastly, I am the only authority that counts on this council, when it comes to an act of law enforcement, what I say goes.”

  Damn, I was starting to believe Bruce was a real convert to our way of thinking, maybe he really decided he didn’t want to rule, just to have authority over what his ambitions truly led him toward. It was also a rather pointed reminder, if Bruce had rejected our offer of help, then we’d have had no choice but to let him deal with it. It was his authority, and if we tried to interfere or join the hunt against his orders, then we’d be the ones guilty of overreaching for power, even if only in our defense.

  So it was a good thing he was on board with our idea.

  Tatiana sniffed and turned away, dismissing him as a fool and not worth trying to save, or at least that was the attitude she was trying to pull off. It almost had to be her, but without proof we couldn’t brace her or force the issue to read her memories to find that proof. None of us would take that measure, or it might be used against us in the future once a precedent had been set. We needed other proof first. Sure, it could be Steven, and Gary cautioned against making assumptions, but we already knew she’d taken down Nate and sacrificed other gods to push her agenda forward.

  Which is exactly what was happening here, she was using the new Nix.

  Bruce looked around, “Anyone else object to the way we want to handle this?”

  Freda waved, “No.”

  Steven said, “I have no objection, if you want those two on a ride along its no skin off my back. I’ll also task my people with finding this new Nix, as the highest priority. Just in case the government comes up blank in their records search?”

  Bruce grunted, “Yes, that’s our only lead, her picture. I’ll send it to you as soon as the meeting is over. Whoever is responsible for this, we will find out.”

  Steven waved, “I’m not sure there’s anything else to say. You need to find her and keep her alive to do that, while also trying to straighten her out, so good luck with that.”

  Bruce nodded, “If there’s nothing else, I think we are done. Otherwise, we’ll be going in circles.”

  We all started to leave, one at a time starting with Freda and Teresa, then Tatiana, then we left as well. My only worry was the one behind it already knew who she was. We absolutely had to find the new Nix first, unless that person hadn’t betrayed their true identity. Then… well there was no way I was letting it go. We had to find a way to excise the poison from the council. Dealing with powerful power-hungry gods was bad enough without one of them trying to kill us every other week in a coup attempt.

  Gary told the others what had happened, then said, “I think Bruce has really changed. I mean he’s adjusted to having responsibilities and really enjoying running the enforcement branch of the government. It was like dealing with an entirely different person. One who was no longer bored with life and had a purpose. He seemed really passionate in the idea of defending what we now have.”

  I nodded, “I agree, I almost trust him now.”

  Mandy giggled, “Well, that’s good to know, so Tatiana and Steven are the only two hold outs as far as being happy with the status quo?”

  “I think so, or it appears to be. I doubt Steven would ever reveal his true feelings on anything, so we’ll never know how he feels about it all.”

  Gary said, “Tatiana’s warning was a bit clumsy, wasn’t it?”

  I tilted my head, “Maybe she believes her own lies, assuming she is behind it.”

  Gary snorted, “She knows she killed Nate, not me.”

  I shook my head, “That’s not what I meant. I mean maybe she thinks you do have us under thrall, and maybe she believes you’re playing some long game to take over. It’s possible she doesn’t even believe you were under Nate’s thrall, and that you were truly in the midst of betraying him when she took him out for reasons of her own. Her ambitions have her twisted up, and she sees the same in everyone else.”

  Gary frowned, “That’s a lot of ifs, starting with the idea she’s behind it all.”

  Mandy said cheerfully, “Keeping an open mind is a good idea, to an extent, but it’s far more likely it’s Tatiana than any of the others. It’s her style, and we know she was behind Nate’s death, even if we can’t prove it. Even Steven seems less and less likely, if he really seemed ignorant in the meeting. He’d never display ignorance as a deflection tool, it’s a position of weakness and doesn’t fit his personality.”

  That was a really good point.

  Gary grunted, “Alright, but believing it or not doesn’t change anything. We have to find out what the new Nyx knows to pursue our theory and lock her down. Either way we’re stuck waiting for a while. It’ll take time to run the picture through the databases.”

  Another good point, we were going in circles.

  “So, what’s going on tonight?”

  Vicki grinned, “We’re having dinner in tonight, and having playtime a little early? For our midnight meal we’ll be heading over to Honolulu for one of their big celebrations. It’ll be seven there at midnight here, which is when the beach party luau should be getting started. Food, drinks, dancing, scantily clad dancers in hula skirts, and a whole lot of people.”

  I grinned, “That sounds fun.”

  Vicki nodded, “It is, I go every year.”

  Gary said, “I’m not wearing a Hawaiian shirt.”

  I giggled, “Even if we wear hula skirts and bikini tops, and we shake and gyrate our hips suggestively and seductively for you?”

  He frowned, his dark steely gray eyes giving me a stern gaze promising a spanking if I didn’t behave. As always, that look pinning me sent a thrill down my spine and burst of heat straight to my core.

  I kissed him deeply, “Trust me, honey.”

  He snorted, “You are trouble.”

  I giggled and winked.

  Chapter Six

  Gary

  Everyone else thought it was Tatiana, and in truth I was fairly sure that bitch was behind everything going on as well, and who knows how far back. I just didn’t want to make a mistake, just because she’d had Nate killed for her ambition, and two other gods died in the event, didn’t mean she was responsible for everything going on. There was more than enough ambition on that council to go around.

  Point being, we had to be vigilant with all of them, especially the ones that we sort of trusted. Being immortal and unageing was great and all, but history showed gods never actually lived up to that promised possibility of forever. It was my overprotective side talking really, I wouldn’t lose one of my women to an assumption, it would kill me.

  Cleary both trust and no trust killed in our world, the trick was in extending trust to the right ones, and I’d like to think I’d found the four for me, maybe we’d manage to live a long time, all of us watching each other’s backs. I didn’t want to be as paranoid as everyone else on the council, but some was required to stay alive and keep the women I loved alive. That was our life, and no amount of complaining or wishing would change it.

  I kind of did trust Bruce now, but I’d be sure to watch Natasha’s and my backs when we went on that hunt.

  At the moment we were about to eat dinner, and I paused at the entrance to the dining room as I saw the four of them standing there by the table. My mind took a moment to recover, as they were all wearing leather corsets, standing sexily with hips cocked, and giving me smoldering looks of untamed desire.

  Gods, I was so damned spoiled. Natasha looked amazing in a bright red corset that pushed her double Ds together and up, and it was tied with black lace down the front revealing every inch of her cleavage from top to bottom. It was cut high on the sides revealing every inch of her hips and thighs, and then down between her legs. The only thing else she had on was a pair of five-inch pumps and her ever present filagree tiger necklace.

  It was one of the roleplay games, they were all in character, and would be seducing the hell out of me until I nailed them hard and fast. Then they were out of the game while the others kept it up until I’d nailed them all. I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about them all seducing the hell out of me. The corsets were also a pain in the ass to get off, unless I used my powers to do it, which I’d discovered over the last weeks really turned them on. Feeling my power touch them, caress them, hold them, as much as they thrilled over my hands manhandling them, when tying them up or other venues of making them feel helpless really didn’t. My hands or my power, was what they wanted and needed, and I think part of the reason they wore the corsets in the first place instead of lingerie. They liked the thrill and danger of my power caressing them, the sense of vulnerability it gave them as I lost my mind and rutted into them.

  They’d done this once before over the last three weeks, and I guess they’d decided the six hours between dinner and midnight meal in Hawaii was plenty of time to get me to ravish them all. Point being, they had no need to explain the rules, or to tell me they were all roleplaying seductive bimbos and breathless servants panting for it.

  Vicki looked delicious in a pink corset with white lace ties, with a cleavage window, and a pink leather G string down below that was connected to the top with white straps. Her triple Ds were firmly contained within it and her waist looked mouthwateringly thin.

  Amelia was a dark goddess in a black corset, with red lace ties, her generous tits looked like they might just pop out of the top any minute, her dark buttery caramel cleavage bound and pushed up in delicious offering for my viewing pleasure. There was a faint sense of coyness in her come fuck me look, despite how outrageously seductive they were all being in the moment, clearly enjoying my shock as my brain rebooted.

  Last but certainly not least was my adorably hot light blonde goddess, our effervescently vivacious vixen. She looked amazing in a red corset that maximized her B cup cleavage to advantage, and it was cut differently from Natasha’s showing even more skin. The ties were also white instead of black, and the lustful look she was sending me on her adorable face was so hot and so wrong at the same time.

  I managed to clear my throat, and my lungs started to work again.

  “You all look breathtaking. Literally, as it turns out.”

  Natasha beamed, then bit her lip alluringly as she looked me over like I was a prime piece of beef. Then they all descended on me, touching me, stroking my body, and rubbing up against me, circling me like hot sluts finding a god in their midst, as I was led to the table and put at the head of the table. I’ll be honest, it was heady as hell, and I was already painfully hard, but there was no way I was giving in. I was going to milk this game for as long as my sanity could stand not burying my cock in all these beauties.

  I was already in a haze of lust, not sure which one I’d be giving into first. I wanted all of them badly.

  There was a covered platter, and Natasha lifted the lid, to reveal smoking and rare cooked steak cut into cubes with both button and mini-portobello mushrooms, as well as grilled onions and a pile of buttered corn on the cob. I had to assume the staff had been sent home early for this.

  I didn’t know where to look, as Mandy bent over the table and stuck her ass up, as she reached for one of the forks, and both Natasha and Vicki were on their knees to either side, giving me prime views of their endless cleavage, not to mention the smoldering looks in their eyes as they looked up at me through their eyelashes, moist lips slightly parted. All while they stroked my legs with begging fuck me looks on their beautiful faces.

  Add to that Amelia standing behind my chair and leaning over me, pressing her leather encased tits to the back of my head while running her nails teasingly along my neck and shoulders.

  Then Mandy gave me her best empty headed blonde smile and a wickedly brainless and available giggle, before she started to spear steak, onion, and mushroom on the fork, and proceeded to feed me.

  It was shallow, and hot, and so very fun for all of us as they acted like bimbo servants desperate to get my cock in them, all of them were so very delicious. It was hardly a subtle seduction, but it was damned effective, and a blast as I let them caress, feed, and spoil me. They also fed each other, all from the same huge platter, all of them moaning sensually in enjoyment at the taste of the food. The steak was so tender it melted in the mouth, and the onion and mushroom added subtle flavor to it.

  They were feeding me, so my hands were pretty free to touch the goddesses in front and to the sides of me. And they melted and trembled into my touch, as I freely groped them and worked them up in return.

  I was totally overwhelmed, and as for what they got out of it, they were incredibly thrilled by how strongly they were affecting me. I’d never want hot brainless bimbos desperate for one-dimensional sex and pleasure, it was shallow and meaningless, but as a roleplay in the moment and not long term, it was a heady and wild game. I was sure there was also a thrill of shame in it for them, for being bimbos for me, and that was a solid part of their kinks in bed, to be shamed. Even Natasha, if only by action not by words or slut-shaming. To be throwing themselves so shamelessly at me had to be humiliating to an extent. It had to thrill them all on that level, even if most women wouldn’t deign to spoil their man with such a seduction game, it was totally consistent and in their wheelhouse, is all I was trying to say there.

  Mandy said vivaciously, “Gods, I love the feel of the meat in my mouth, the way it tastes sliding across my tongue and going down my throat.”

  My shy and coy goddess giggled wildly like there wasn’t a brain cell between her ears, and she said sultrily right by my ear as she teased my neck with her nails, “I prefer something a bit… meatier, filling my mouth and sliding down my throat.”

  My cock twitched as they all giggled, and then looked longingly at the tent in my pants while biting their lips in sensual desire. It was like they were mesmerized by my cock for a long moment, then they all giggled and started to move again. So far Mandy, Natasha, and Vicki had accidentally stroked my cock through my pants at least a dozen times, while feeding me and caressing my legs. Accidentally on purpose, of course.

  It was a little over the top, but extremely effective on a mind and body slowly being fogged and saturated with lust and need. Their hands on me, their sexy alluring looks, and their scents. The feel of their power as goddesses and auras, it was all driving me crazy. I’d planned to milk it, but I wasn’t sure if I’d even make it through the meal without losing it and ravishing one of them, much less the next six hours with them all acting like hot bimbo messes.

  If they were strange bimbos desperate for my cock, I was sure it’d leave me cold, but I loved them all ridiculously, they were my lovers, my family, and my closest friends. They were everything to me, and that made this shallow and hot seduction drive me to the edge of control faster than I’d expected. They were irresistible, and on top of that they really were hot messes desperate to feel me take them and forcefully drill them. That part wasn’t an act at all, they were just usually far more subtle about it. The only part that was a game was their slutty dress, bimbo personalities, and the super aggressive seduction. The whole insatiable goddesses thing was just… well the truth of our relationship, or one aspect of it, so it was devastatingly effective on my libido. A mixture of shallow fantasy and reality.

  Mandy was the final straw, as she dropped the fork accidentally on purpose on the floor. Then picked it up with a giggle, and sensually licked the meat, “Mm, I like licking dirty meat clean, but I suppose I should get a new fork for our delicious guest.” She sensually sucked the fork clean and moaned in wicked delight, then turned and bent over the table again, arching her body and straining to reach another fork, while sticking her ass up and waving it in invitation.

  I spanked her hard as the lust in me overwhelmed my higher brain. I had to fuck my adorably hot slut, and I needed to feel the heaven of her hot flesh hugging my cock. My cock was literally in pain from straining so hard in its confinement, and I stood up to naughtily pleased giggles to my side and behind me, as darkness billowed out.

  Mandy gasped as I pinned her down on the table with my power, and stood up as I undid my pants and let them fall around my ankles. The shadows mostly faded, revealing she was buck naked, save the shadows pinning her arms down to the table, fully extended as she reached for the fork, and I gave her another hard swat on her other ass cheek.

  Mandy cried out, then moaned in wicked pleasure, a hiss of delight exiting her lips as I rubbed my angrily purple mushroom head along her folds, lubing it up with her liquid arousal. Her sex was absolutely molten and soaked for me, the seduction literally making her a hot mess and needy for me too.

  It was my turn to hiss in pleasure, and for her to gasp in shock, as I lined up and drove into her smoldering cunt, so tight and hot around me. Gripping me tightly as she squirmed and gyrated her hips, clenching and milking me hard as I drilled inside of her with an insane overwhelming lust that wouldn’t be denied. That wouldn’t be sated until I’d emptied myself into the depths of her silken passage. Her body squirmed, and she squealed in slutty delight, as I gave her another harsh swat.

  Her hot flesh convulsed and writhed around my sensitive cock, as her whole body moved with sinuous surrender. Her hips constantly gyrating and working me, squeezing and thrusting back into me in a pattern that blew my mind and the pleasure of her paradise working me rose from the depths of my being to swirl into the storm of undeniable lust.