I started to wonder who was seducing who, as my heart started to pound and her actions, contentment, and warm smile pulled on my heartstrings. My Maggie was devastating.

  She said, “That sounds wonderful, Jack. I don’t like techno clubs all that much, though they were good for quick hookups, without that need I don’t see a reason to go to one.”

  I replied, “Good. Neither of us are heavy drinkers either. We need our wits about us, and I never have been at that. You finished?”

  She nodded, and I took her hand and moved for the door. She giggled, and quickly caught up as she squeezed my hand. Another step, I’d never held her hand before, and she seemed thrilled by the intimate gesture.

  The date was amazing, good food, great music, and she was a fantastic dancer and even better company. She was a bit saucy at times, that was just who she was, but I liked that about her too.

  I treated it like a date as well, as I fielded and directed the conversation to getting to know each other better. I had a bit of catching up to do in that area, as she’d followed me around for two weeks as a disembodied soul. Regardless, I learned quite a bit about her that night. I already had before, and we’d talk at home too, but I was lost in her by the end of the night.

  She’d also been turned on all night, going without panties for me, and the sex was wilder than ever when we got back. She still yielded to my lead and firm control, but within that framework she fucked me back wildly, as if beyond desperate for my seed.

  And I’d have bet all my half a million dollars, it had nothing to do with the huge hit of magic she added to her wards and pool of power each time I filled her. No, it was trust, she was beginning to trust me, and surrendering in true wanton abandon to me, instead of merely to the pleasure or anticipation of power.

  Or, maybe I was reading into it too much, it was only our second night together after all, but I knew she already had hooks in my heart. Not very deep yet, but I knew if I’d walked away that night I’d have felt them pull out, it would’ve hurt. I was putting more than simply our business deal on the line with my seduction of her.

  I knew that conversation couldn’t wait much longer, as she cuddled me that night after five rounds of various hard and sweet sex, before I could pull her to my side. Her young teen nubile body was silky, soft, and so very feminine and warm against me. I had to wonder again, just who was seducing who?

  She cooked me breakfast that morning in the cute pink pleated skirt that was scandalously short, though I’d give her the sexy black panty set to wear that day with it for a modicum of modesty. Up top she had on a cute dark blue half shirt that hung like a curtain past her tits, and if she took a deep breath or raised her arms, I could see the bottoms of those breasts in the sexy black lingerie bra.

  As yesterday morning, we started the day off with morning sex and a shower, and after I’d dressed her, I told her to make pancakes and sausages. Which she was doing, while humming contentedly.

  She was going to kill me.

  I said, “So, have you decided to tell me what has you nervous?”

  She giggled, and winked, “Do I look nervous to you, Jack?”

  I raised an eyebrow, “What you were nervous about?”

  She shook her head, “Nope. I don’t need to tell you, because I figured out what you were up to.”

  Yep, I’d gotten the feeling the tide had turned yesterday when I’d started to feel like the seduced one. Not with sex, with affection, trust, and openness. I knew she was smart as hell, so wasn’t surprised she’d figured it out. I just didn’t think she wouldn’t confront me with it once she’d figured it out.

  But I still wondered how much she figured out.

  Obviously, she’d figured out I was going all in to try to date her, and to see if we just couldn’t fall in love. Instead of a business transaction that was doomed to end in failure after a few months. But… did she figure out the submissive part yet? That I was taking control of all aspects of our personal relationship, but nowhere else?

  So also, obviously, she clearly wanted to keep me guessing as well. Which was fair enough.

  “My evil plans to seduce you into an actual relationship, and see if I couldn’t be the one man to ever claim your heart?”

  She giggled, “Yes, that one.”

  Yeah, that didn’t offer me a hint on the other, but that was fine. I’d just keep doing it, because she seemed to be loving it. It would reassure me she wouldn’t figure it out one day and push back hard if I knew she knew, but that said there were always risks in a relationship. Better let it ride, if she knew and was okay with it and liked being a total submissive to me that much consciously, then we didn’t need to talk. If she hadn’t figured out that part, better to let her get used to it subconsciously before it hit her between the eyes.

  She probably did know, she was sharp as hell, but I couldn’t be sure, and for the reasons I already stated I wasn’t going to ask.

  “You seem content with that idea.”

  She nodded, “I am, surprisingly. I wasn’t planning to even try, tried to avoid it even, but you’ve done everything right. It’s riskier than the other, but the long-term payoff is so much bigger, and I’m not just talking about business and the alliance part. I haven’t been this happy in… a long time. So, I decided to go all in too, and make the attempt.”

  She plated the food and brought it over, I got a sweet kiss as she dropped off my plate, then rounded the table and sat across from me.

  “Delicious.”

  She winked, “The food?”

  “That too.”

  She grinned, “Glad you like it.”

  “So, anything on the list today outside of training and magical generator duty?”

  She giggled, “Magical generator duty?”

  I winked.

  She said, “I have a couple of things to do in the office after training, and I’ll send out those invites I mentioned, other than that I’m all yours.”

  “Good. Let’s take a lazy day then after that, we’re going to get very busy when this place fills up.”

  She asked, “We?”

  I nodded, “More you than me, running the coven, but I’ll figure out something to be useful when I’m not needed to defend or keep you relaxed.”

  She grinned, “Fuck, you mean.”

  “Among other things.”

  She blushed, “We’ll see. That second job might have greatly expanded duties here soon.”

  I tilted my head, “The polyamory thing?”

  She nodded, “That hasn’t changed with our new… approach on things. Between keeping us happy that way and guarding us as an ally, you’ll more than earn the money and place. Being ready for anything is important, which you can’t really do if you’re doing more. Workout, training, fucking, and being available when things go down.”

  I nodded thoughtfully, things would get a little boring between those times, but a job in security could be like that I supposed. It’d also give me time to get to know the ladies better, if I had to maintain a bunch of relationships. It felt a little lazy of me, but at the same time she had a real point. It just wasn’t a manual labor job… well parts of it were. I shook my head at that thought.

  I’d probably need more eventually, but for now I needed to focus on training and securing myself in this new crazy world of magic, power, witches, monsters, demons, demigods, and gods.

  She said, “We haven’t really talked about it yet, outside my promises, but your company American Express card should be here in a few days.”

  “Company?”

  She nodded, “The coven will be run like a company to a certain extent, like a business club might be closer. The coven members will tithe part of their work salaries to run this place, to live here, under our protection and my leadership. You don’t really have a set salary though, just spend what you want and it’ll get expensed. A car, that boat you’ve wanted for when we take time off, whatever you want that way.”

  I said, “I get it I think, what about the others that come? Not part of the coven with their own jobs, but those that join us in our bedroom?”

  She shrugged, “No idea yet, we’ll take it as it comes. They most likely will be part of the coven, I’m only inviting those with access to magic as well as power, and like I said other witches could join us in bed as well. They’ll just be here for the alliance with you and the coven at first, and they’ll likely already have jobs.”

  I replied, “That works, but that means we’ll be apart a lot of the time, which will make a mutual support in an alliance difficult. Our enemies will attack when we’re separated.”

  She nodded in agreement, “Long term thing to figure out, at the very least we can all come together to counter-attack our enemy if necessary. They likely won’t want to change their whole life until things seem promising enough for that.”

  That was true enough, the only reason I’d accepted Maggie’s offer and tossed away my old life was because it’d finally and completely imploded.

  We finished up breakfast, and as usual she helped me clean up despite cooking. Now that she was all in with my plan of trying for more, she was remarkably affectionate, and I was definitely feeling seduced, I just hoped she did as well.

  Chapter Six

  The difficulty of focusing on and controlling three things at once was arduous. Even with my perceptions of the world slowed down trying to attack her shifting illusions with the sword sized spike, dodge fireballs by controlling the soul armor, and blocking fireballs by controlling the shield was hard in the extreme. I often got overwhelmed that morning by her clever tactics leading me into traps, and often lost my focus altogether and took hits on my armor. Maggie was absolutely ruthless outside of our personal relationship, and she put me through the ringer as far as training went.

  Which was a good thing, and also told me there was something obviously wrong with me, because I found her ruthlessness hot as hell. Maybe a part of that was the fact she turned into a submissive sweetheart the moment the stakes were personal.

  I couldn’t imagine ever trying to control four things, using two of those spikes at once, much less the five she suggested being my end goal, but I knew that was an illusion. Once I’d trained my mind and my subconscious took over part of the duty things would get a lot easier, and this was just day one. Still, it told me how much work and practice I had ahead of me to get where I needed to be.

  I don’t know how she did it, but she was standing safely to the side by the house and firing fireballs that went in arcing turns, hit me straight on, or even did loops. She could control them to hit me from any angle. Not just two dimensionally, but from above, and when I was flying, from below. I often found myself twisting in the air and upside down to dodge a couple of them while taking one on my shield.

  Often, I failed to both dodge and block and she hit my armor.

  I’d also learned earlier that morning, that all I could control and command were the souls of the dead and deny death’s grip on life. My efforts to summon an Empusa failed spectacularly, and that meant I wouldn’t be able to control them either. Not entirely unexpected given I only had a portion of that one aspect of my father’s mantel, and at a much weaker power at that. No resurrections, no demon control, and limited power to control souls and make them take a physical non-living form.

  It was more than good enough, to my way of thinking.

  At about fifty minutes in, I’d used up ten percent of my power and my brain felt like mush.

  “That’s enough, I think.”

  She grinned, “Fifty minutes isn’t bad.”

  I nodded, “I think it’ll get better in time. I used too much magic, moved too far a lot of the time to dodge, and took too many fireballs on my armor. When I get better at managing that, moving only as far as I need to and blocking less, I should last the full hour.”

  She said, “True, I was going to tell you that. It was a bit sloppy, but that’s expected for our first training session, and you did well enough. I’ll be about an hour in my office, two hours if you interrupt.”

  I laughed, “I see, I’ll keep that in mind. I also need to start working out. My old jobs in physical labor all day kept me in shape. I’m not going to be able to depend on that anymore to stay in shape with your amazing cooking, though I’d bet working my mind that hard burns a hell of a lot of calories.”

  She smiled, “It does, magic and power expenditures burn a lot of calories. It’s why you’ve probably been eating more too.”

  I gave her a warm kiss, and she melted against me like I was home. I was in a lot of trouble, if this didn’t work out.

  “You were pretty amazing yourself, I felt like I was fighting three people the whole time.”

  She grinned, “The tiny fireballs wouldn’t do more to even a human than singe their hair. That’s why I could do it. If I was sending more dangerous ones, I wouldn’t have been able to make them that fast.”

  I caressed her face, and I decided to hell with waiting and interrupting her in the office. Instead I ran my hands down her body and past that loose scandalously short skirt and lifted her by her ass cheeks.

  She smiled brightly and then I was kissing her as I pushed her up against the door.

  I took her right there in the backyard, which was private enough, up against the kitchen door. Her arms went around my neck, and her legs tightened around my middle. She always seemed to be soaked for me and that morning was no different as I freed myself, pulled her panties to the side, and slid home inside of her.

  I had been treating her like a lady and would continue to do so, to work her body and give her what she liked that way and not how men had treated her in the past like a hot warm hole to selfishly get off in. I’d even continue to deny myself at times, just get her off to blow her mind and watch her cum for me. But… sometimes a woman did just need to be fucked and taken, claimed hard and fast.

  Point being, only fucking her into submission would’ve failed miserably to capture her heart, but doing that as a small part of our physical relationship was needed, or at least for her it was. She liked being taken and used, she just didn’t associate it to the softer side of relationships or life, and I was here to give her everything she needed, not just a small part of it.

  Plus, I really needed to drill her in that moment. The training had turned the both of us on for some reason. Not least of which for me was how trashy and hot she looked in the tiny skirt flashing her black panties with every slight breeze.

  “Mine,” I said demandingly into her mouth.

  She murmured, “So big, so deep, so fucking good,” as I quickly buried myself in sharp and hard strokes, she gasped as I stroked home, “Jack!”

  I stuck my middle finger between those lips, which she sucked and moaned around as she got it wet with her saliva.

  Then I was kissing her again as I cradled her ass again with both hands, and I slipped that wet finger under her panty line as I started to slam up into her. She bounced wildly up and down the door while rolling her hips in perfect harmony and constricting around my cock to make it even better for the both of us. That’s when I shoved that wet finger into her ass and made her scream.

  She worked me even harder, panting and gasping as she helplessly endured my punishing strokes with wanton abandon. Helpless to stop it, but far from helpless as far as working my cock. Her sex was magic, so damned tight for me, still. Her floor muscles were very powerful as well, which increased the insanely pleasurable sensations of sliding in and out of her as she bounced on my cock.

  I went at her full strength, throwing everything into it, for almost five minutes, working her ass with my finger each time I slammed home into her heaven. I also didn’t fail to notice her dirty talk wasn’t quite as crude and trashy, as she whispered dirty things to me and lost herself in our coupling, my unyielding and violent claiming of her body.

  She gasped, “Yes, Jack. Fuck me, take your pleasure in my body. I need this, I want this, so good, so much better than I imagined it could be. Jack!” she started to tremble and her eyes widened with ecstasy as the pleasure took her away.

  I’d barely been holding on for her orgasm. As her sex played a symphony of pleasure along my sensitive length in the throes of her blissful rapture, I couldn’t help but follow as she convulsed around me wildly and milked me hard.

  “Mags, fuck!” I grunted deeply, and then I was filling her with the bounty of our labors. The rush of pleasure absolutely overwhelmed my body and dimmed my vision, and if I hadn’t locked my legs we’d have both fell to the ground. As it was, I just held onto her sexy ass and endured the ecstasy as I stared into those wide brown eyes as she gazed into mine.

  She smiled almost shyly as we came down, and she let out a sweet sigh of after-pleasure as I claimed her lips for a kiss filled with way too much emotion and affection for three damned days. Granted we’d spent almost every moment together, but that was still crazy, wasn’t it?

  She said, “I needed that, that was… amazing.”

  “Me too, you’re very hard to resist, Mags.”

  She giggled, “Good. But it’s your fault for dressing me like this. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been soaked all morning wearing this slutty skirt for you.”

  I laughed, “That was a good part of it, but so was the training. I almost feel sorry for your enemies, and for some reason that really turns me on. You’re a hell of a woman, Maggie. My saucy nymph, mine, and… my good girl.”

  She blushed, “I’ve been claimed like that more times than I could count, but never by a man like you. It was… so much more. I’m…” she trailed off.

  I kissed her again, “You’re what?”

  She smiled, “Really glad you waited to do that until now. I still felt safe and cared for while you took me like an animal, I lost myself in it in a way I never have before. Happy?”

  I grinned, “Yes. I think I’ll work out while you do your thing, unless you want to together. I haven’t seen you get in a workout yet, but you obviously do,” my eyes flickered down her body in a way to make those admiring words clear.

  She smiled and bit her lip, “Been a bit distracted the last few days, but if you want to wait, I’ll join you.”