She said, “Alright, let’s go.”

  I replied, “My plan is to take him down, and bind him with witchcraft, like the spelled cuffs that drains and uses a supernatural’s magic against them. As long as he isn’t on my level, it should take if I beat him down enough. Also, if this happens again, you should cast that on a charm. That way you won’t risk the spell dissipating if you lose concentration on it.”

  She leaned in and pecked my cheek, “Another great idea, I’ll do that when we get home. Also, if we both cast the binding spell when he’s down, my added power to yours will mean you can bind your equals as well.”

  “So sexy,” I said softly, “I’m not the only one with the good ideas.”

  She blushed as we stood up.

  The closest I could get to him was either the Empire State building, or Central Park. I’d been to both during a vacation trip to the Statue of Liberty. I stood up and teleported us both under some trees in Central Park. Too bad he wasn’t in Chicago, I’d been all over Chicago of course.

  I quickly cast spells to enhance my speed and strength, careful to keep my face obscured behind a glowing light. Then we took off into the city streets at a dead run, going faster than the cars which were going just under thirty at a guess.

  It’d take a few minutes to reach him, but there was no getting around… oh fuck me running I was so stupid. Farseeing wasn’t locked on the spot I viewed, which meant I could technically teleport anywhere, as long as I was willing to roam with my mind. I just hadn’t put it together, until I needed it.

  I stopped and closed my eyes, focusing on Central Park behind us, then the farseeing zoomed out, miles over the city, and I zoomed back down, moving the central focus to the helicopter, then down to the street below. My farseeing moved quickly into an alley, then my power took us there.

  Live and learn. We’d be faster next time.

  The gunfire had stopped, no doubt the police figured out the danger. I knew what I’d try if it happened, and I moved out to see it happen. Two cops ran up behind him and shot their taser pistols, which immediately got sent back into them, and they dropped like stones to the ground and started to shake.

  I shook my head and ran toward him as he stomped toward the cops with a roar, no doubt intending to finish them off.

  I tried the easy way first.

  “STOP!” I ordered firmly, but I felt the compulsion slide right off of him.

  Which was confusing, because he wasn’t as powerful as I was. It should’ve worked. I suspected he was a minor god of war, his aura and power were extremely rough and dangerous feeling, but also smaller than my aura. By a good amount. He was a minor god, about as powerful as June, no doubt with a very specific mantel like hers, just related to war. Instead of gods at my power with wider mantels.

  He was six feet two, and built like a brick wall, with wide shoulders and the muscles of a body builder. His eyes and fists burned a golden color, which I suspected what was enhancing his strength and the power of his blows.

  I moved in and blocked his punch with a forearm strike that sent it wide, I didn’t want to try and stop the fists with my arm, it’d probably shatter my bones. The guy had wrecked cars with his fists.

  My leg snapped out and kicked his knee, as I spun in under the deflected hand and nailed his chin with an upper cut that rocked his head back hard. His knee didn’t crack under the force of my kick, but he did scream in outraged pain as his head came forward to slam into mine and his hands went for my neck.

  I rolled backwards to avoid it all, and then handsprung back to my feet. Not being able to take his punches would make this take longer, and I was in real danger. I suspected a single punch to the head from this asshole would crack my skull like a melon. I wasn’t sure if my magic wouldn’t block some of his power’s strength, but I wasn’t about to gamble my life to find out.

  That short moment of distance was when June’s witchcraft hit him from behind. A powerful surge of force that hit the back of his knees. His legs folded like a cheap card table’s, and he fell backwards.

  I lunged forward and kicked him in the head to knock him out, but he just shook his head and growled at me, as he rolled and lunged back to his feet.

  It was then that a disturbing thought occurred to me. Why he was resistant to my compulsion to stop. The only answer I could think of that made sense, was that someone even more powerful than me had already compelled him. That another more powerful god’s compulsion protected the insanely violent god before me from mine.

  Which meant this asshat was a victim, and perhaps a test. That one of those ten or so gods stronger than me was behind this. Which was not a good thing to ponder.

  I raised my hand, and I heard the crowd of police and other watcher’s cry out, hopefully I didn’t just blind them, as I sent the thug god reeling back with waves of heat and potent light. Then I lunged forward and kicked him in the chest, which tossed him into a car about twenty feet away.

  But he didn’t seem to mind, as he immediately rushed me again.

  This wasn’t working, I was a potent martial artist, but this thug’s power was all about war, destruction, and designed to take a beating. He also had that protection from projectiles, which I was thinking what the glowing golden eyes were about, not a witch spell at all.

  June’s next spell rung his bell, as a broken piece of asphalt bigger than his head slammed into the side of his head, and it sent him reeling.

  I narrowed my eyes, as a possible solution to the compulsion conundrum occurred, that would also verify my theory if it worked. I ordered sternly as I pointed at the asphalt, “Attack that spot!”

  The compulsion settled in, since it didn’t conflict with the one that he’d been given before. Whether it was just to destroy or to destroy the city and kill people, my compulsion worked that time as it was a subset of the more powerful god’s compulsion.

  The minor god of war leapt for the spot, and he started to slam his fists into the ground. As far as I could tell, he’d never stop attacking that spot, which gave us a little breathing room to finish things carefully.

  I focused my own power and hit him with crippling waves of heat, that would kill a human in moments. Cook them in seconds, but his body held out a good twenty seconds, before his skin started to blister, and he collapsed on the pavement.

  I walked up to him, and June jogged over to my side.

  “Bind him.”

  We held hands and recited the binding spell. Our stronger magic is what allowed it to set, his magic is what would continue to fuel it. The stronger he fought, the stronger the spell would become. Which would essentially make him as strong as a human.

  Then I used a healing spell to fix his deep burns.

  The cops came forward, and we disappeared. They should be able to haul him off to jail now, but I wondered what would happen to him. That compulsion had him locked on a destructive tear, no doubt he’d tear his jailcell apart and never calm down.

  That was evil, and terrifying. No doubt the architect of the future I’d seen, I just knew it, but I didn’t know who. Not specifically.

  The same thing could happen to me, if the god responsible tracked me down. Zeus reborn? Hades or Poseidon? Hera or Hestia? Likely the reborn of one of those first four. Hestia was the goddess of hearth and home, and while powerful enough I didn’t see her trying to destroy the world. Aphrodite either for that matter, and the goddess of night wasn’t a likely fit either.

  The big question was why. Well, who to, but why did a major god want to see humanity laid to waste, and a huge supernatural war?

  Was that why we’d been reborn, to bring death and destruction?

  I refused to believe that.

  “We’re in deep shit. I also screwed up.”

  June cuddled into my chest, “What?”

  I explained what had just gone through my head, then added, “I need to sleep every night. At least two hours. I thought it was so cool not having to sleep, I never gave a thought to the fact I was crippling myself. My seer power works on a small scale when I’m awake, I get flashes of small things from you almost all the time. But to see the danger, to see important events in our lives, I need to sleep.

  “Maybe if I’d had a dream vision last night, today would’ve happened very differently, and I’d know what god we were up against.”

  She nodded, “So we fix it. I’ll wear you out if I have to,” she giggled naughtily, then blushed as she looked up into my eyes.

  I grinned, “We should do that whether you need to or not.”

  She bit her lip, and her eyes smoldered, “Would you like to fuck a honey-blonde, sir? I think she needs it. A really harsh and deliciously potent pounding, sir.”

  Shit, we were both a bit worked up from the fight, the danger, and the adrenaline rush and crash as the fight ended. Knowing the psychology of it didn’t lessen its effectiveness, or the need I felt to express my joy at being alive with life-affirming wild sex.

  I kissed her hard, demandingly, and gripped her arm. When the kiss broke, I spun her around, pinned her arm behind her back, and bent her over the arm of the couch. I gave her a harsh swat, the same hard spank that I gave my wild witch often but never have with June.

  She cried out, then gasped as she squirmed from the sting, and wiggled her ass at me.

  I gripped the hem of her yoga pants with my free hand, and ripped them down over her hips, taking her panties too with the same movement. Her sex was bared to me, and already wet for me.

  I gave her another hard swat, “Do you like that?”

  She panted and trembled, then gasped out, “Yes, sir. Even good girls need a spanking sometimes. No one’s ever done that to me either, but I know I really like it.”

  I shoved two fingers into her hot quim, and then started to tease her ass with my thumb while moving my fingers in her, spreading her labia. It didn’t take me long to decide she was more than ready, so I freed my cock and slammed it home.

  “Fuck, babe. So tight for me,” I said in praise as I slammed into her again and again, until I was buried in her clenching and wildly thrumming sex. Her hot flesh rippled up and down my length and convulsed wildly as she got used to my rude and forceful entrance.

  I let go of her arm, only to grab onto that shiny honey-blonde hair and pull her head back, forcing her to arch her back and stick her ass up, improving the angle for us both as I ground into her hard.

  “Sexy, so good, being buried in you.”

  I ground and churned her sex with my cock, to work her up further, but the milking action was quite profound on my own rise to pleasure as well. So it was probably a wash.

  I spanked her hard, and she cried out as her hot cunt clenched around me and convulsed, then I started to pound home into her.

  She started to work me the best she could, rocking her hips slightly and grasping my cock by tightening and rippling her pussy around me. It was as incredible as the first time being inside my goddess, and her sweet moans of pleasure, and her delighted gasps of pain as I spanked her firmly over and over had us both racing headlong for our release.

  It was a wild fuck, and I held nothing back as I took my pleasure in her body, and I gave her pleasure with my harshly driving cock and my firm hands pulling her hair and spanking her sexy heart shaped ass.

  She cried out, “Sir!” and then her pussy started to strangle, tug, and suck in my cock as she came apart around me. Her keening cries of stinging pleasure and beautiful pain as she went over for me was music to my ears.

  “Fuck, so sexy,” I grunted, then roared, “June!” as I started to cum inside of her, flooding her burning cunt with my seed as the powerfully wild release made my vision go dim. I grabbed her ass and held on tight to her hair, as I emptied myself into her and tried not to fall down. My legs were completely numb, and my balls tingling and boiling as I filled her up.

  We both gasped wildly, as we came down together.

  “So, honey blonde?” she asked cutely.

  “Small amount of mental fodder, a cheap thrill, but it’s still you. My sexy babe goddess.”

  She giggled naughtily, and she rolled her hips sending a sliver of pleasure through us both.

  “I liked that too.”

  “Liked what?” I asked teasingly, wanting to hear her say it.

  She sighed dreamily, “Your hand punishing my ass, sir. You controlling me so firmly, I love it.”

  “Do you think you’d like being tied up?”

  She tilted her head, then shook it, “No, the thrill is not in being helpless, not exactly. The thrill for me is in being dominated and taken, controlled by you directly. Held down, pinned, spanked, manhandled, that’s what I love. You, not… feeling helpless in general.”

  I nodded, “Okay.”

  I pulled out, gathered her up in my arms, and then sat on the couch.

  She asked, “Do you want to, tie me up?”

  I said, “No. I want to bring you pleasure and thrill you, if you’re not interested neither am I.”

  She sighed contentedly and nuzzled my neck as she leaned into me harder.

  “I think I would like roleplay. We are the gods of the arts, and that includes acting.”

  I chuckled, “What did you have in mind?”

  She said, “Well, I’m not sure. I did get turned on being a honey-blonde for you. I think I’d like to be a whole harem of women for you.”

  She giggle-blushed, as my cock twitched into her ass cheeks.

  She added, “I could act differently with each one. Obviously the honey-blonde is a spank slut and loves a good hard drilling. I think the slut actually likes the idea of being used for your selfish pleasure. I think I like the idea so much because seduction is my thing, one of them, and I long to seduce you. Almost all the time. My regular hair will be for normal sex and making love, umm… a wild redhead that loves to be titty fucked. We haven’t even tried that one yet. And maybe a light sweet submissive brunette, who worships you. Damn, my pussy just convulsed at that idea. Damn, I want to worship you, sir.”

  She giggled as I twitched under her again.

  “You’re going to kill me, sexy.”

  She kissed my neck, and then muttered the illusion spell under her breath.

  When she moved away I saw long and straight light brown hair, as light as possible without being classed as dirty blonde. She had wide doe eyes filled with adoration, and a soft beauty like her real face but with a slightly pointed chin. More adorable, than innocent beauty.

  She slid to her knees, and then fisted the base of my cock, leaned forward and nuzzled my cock softly with her nose and cheek, running the sensitive head all over her face, before kissing the tip and looking up at me with adoration.

  “Fuck, babe.”

  She giggled naughtily, and blushed, but quickly got back into character, looking up at me with adoration, as she suckled the tip between her full lips. She moaned dreamily, her eyes melting in delighted decadence as she took me further into her mouth.

  She popped off, and slowly stroked me with her hand as she bit her lip sexily

  “It is so hot that I can seduce you like this. Drive you crazy, it’s driving me crazy, sir. So please, let me worship you. Let me adore your fat cock, and take it into my tight throat. May I, sir.”

  Damn, I was so turned on I felt dizzy. She was… no words.

  “Do it, babe.”

  She shivered in a good way, trembled as she looked up at me with awe, and started to work my cock with loving attention. She looked completely lost in it, my cock, my eyes, and her sweet adorable reverence was too much.

  “Are you acting?”

  She winked, then giggled around my cock, before swallowing me into her throat. Apparently she wasn’t going to tell me how much this was her, and how much this was just acting to drive me crazy and therefore her crazy.

  It was also damned effective as far as seduction went.

  She worshipped at the altar of my cock, moaning sweetly in decadent enjoyment, vibrating her throat around my sensitive head, as she palm rolled my balls and her nails teased my taint. It was like the decadent blowjob the other night, that had blown my mind, but times a thousand.

  She took her time, and she worked me up and kept me on the edge for at least thirty minutes, and that was after a slow fifteen-minute rise to the edge.

  “Babe,” I warned. Not that I thought for a second that she wasn’t going to swallow, it was just polite to warn your partner so she could prepare for it.

  Except, she didn’t swallow.

  She popped off my cock, looked up at me with reverent adoration and slightly parted lips, as she stroked my cock fast.

  I came hard as soon as I figured out her intent, and she sighed dreamily and moaned naughtily as I started to cover her face with cum. After the third shot went low, she leaned forward and took it back in her mouth, sucking, bobbing, and jerking my base to milk me dry.

  Then she slowly and sensuously cleaned up, wiping up the cum with her fingertips and sucking them clean, all while she looked up at me with blind adoration.

  Then she giggled, “I was acting, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t revel in the role, or truly feel it in the moment. I mean, remember how turned on I was by the idea of worshipping you as a brunette? That part wasn’t acting. That was… amazing, sir. Any requests?”

  I grinned, “How about the redhead, I think it’s time to break in those C cups. Plus, your little cleanup routine got me hard again.”

  She giggled, “Yes, sir,” then blushed furiously, before casting the spell and burying herself in the role. As a redhead she was bold, mouthy, and the dirty talk got a little wicked as I slid between her warm silky tits, which she held so tightly for me. That time I covered her tits with cum, which she mostly licked off. Even what had fallen between them, she gathered it up and then rubbed it into her nipples while moaning, then sucked them clean, and then went back for more.

  All while looking up at me in wicked excitement.

  It was a side of her I’d never imagined, and I was more enthralled with my complicated goddess than I had been before. Not from the wild sex, thought that was part of it, it was from the depth of her sexuality and sensuality, it was how amazing she truly was. Her acting was flawless.