Asshole. Still blaming his failures on me. I could only do what I could do, no more or less. Coming up with strategies was on Nate and Brandon, not my limitations or abilities.

  Assholes.

  “Caitria, who were my allies, in the past.”

  Caitria said, “Zeus was not, though you worked for him when he requested it, it was very one sided. You didn’t get along with his brothers either, but you had a wary relationship with Demeter. Most gods are wary of the fates, Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, as well as the goddess of fate herself. They saw a kindred spirit in you however, with your seer abilities, and they visited you often. They were your allies and occasional lovers, though they would not compromise their mantel for your sake.

  “You also had a good relationship with Aphrodite, not lovers, but your goddesses were true friends with her. Artemis, despite being a hunter and goddess of the moon, was a staunch ally. Your closest friendship was probably Hermes, and you got along with most others. A lot of mantels could only be described as extremist, but hardly anyone is offended by arts and leisure.”

  I nodded, “Not compromise?”

  Caitria replied, “Some events are set by fate, not many, but some had to happen. They wouldn’t let the future unravel or knot for you.”

  I snorted, “Probably a good thing, then.”

  I returned to the pool and dove in with the others.

  The office chair was comfortable as I leaned forward slightly and looked over Brenna’s shoulder at the computer screen. She was in my lap and wiggling just a bit at my naughty hands. I’d been driving her crazy for a while now, working her up with my hands which had gotten quite naughty while I pretended that I was doing no such thing.

  Holding up my end of the conversation with a casual cadence and pretending not to notice her words were laced with breathy pants and sighs of pleasure. It was a ridiculous game of course, but we were both having fun playing it as I teased, pulled, and pinched her nipples, squeezed her breasts almost brutally just the way she liked it, and caressed her inner thighs every once in a while, brushing against her hot pussy under the short creamy white skirt. Her pink panties were around her ankles, I’d taken care of that small detail early on in our financial discussion.

  Her pink bra was also snapped open, and my other hand was roaming freely under her shirt. My barely legal redheaded hottie, or her body at least, was squirming madly on my hard cock. She was utterly shameless for me, willing to play along with my little absurd game just to feel the pleasures of her god’s touch. It was heady, hot, and wild just how naughty and willing my wild witch always was for me.

  “So, the finances are pretty solid, and we have that twenty million coming in a few weeks for that series. I think we should use that to start a foundation, a tax shelter of sorts that will be used for our two community ideas,” she let out the sexiest little gasp as I stroked her clit, and when she looked at me with wide eyes, I looked back into hers like I didn’t notice a thing. It was driving her crazy.

  I nodded, “That makes perfect sense since its charitable and non-profit in nature. Those two ideas should wait another three months at least anyway, we’re going to want all our goddesses represented at our first annual arts festival and for the nine scholarships. We should also make sure we can take care of them before we take care of others.

  “But I imagine I’ll make that much again the month after. Are you okay? You seem slightly out of breath?” I asked innocently, as I started to rub her clit with my palm while stealthily slipping two fingers into her hot and needy sex.

  She gasped in a breath, and stutter panted, “Just… just fine, Mark.”

  I grinned, and looked deep into her eyes, which were glazing over with blissful pleasure.

  She was really close, and I figured it was time to end our little game.

  I asked, “Do you know what I love, Brenna?”

  She said, “What’s… what’s that, Mark,” her breathy pants wild, as her eyes grew wide and her face looked transported into euphoric pleasure.

  I said softly, “I love looking into your eyes, and watching the woman I love cum for me.”

  Her eyes opened wide with shock, then she cried out in pleasure as I stroked her clit directly with my thumb, while rubbing her g-spot, while the other hand pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipple brutally.

  The moment hung there for one long second, then she screamed, “Mark!” and her hot cunt started to clench around my fingers powerfully, her face a pure study in pleasure, her eyes filled with mind-addled awe, devotion, and a transcendent pleasure as she came so hard for me. Squirting on my pants, and all over the chair, while I got lost in those eyes. I continued to churn her lightly and squeeze her breasts to enhance her pleasure and extend it.

  “So beautiful, cumming for me, wild witch,” I said as I started to gently squeeze her breasts and roll her nipples, while teasingly stroking her folds.

  I took my breast hand back, and got my pants undone and down far enough to free my cock, then I grabbed her skirt, pulled it up to her hips where I gripped tightly, then moved her back while lifting.

  She reached down between us, grabbing my cock and lining it up then I pushed her down on me. Impaling her onto my cock, as she sat on it. She let out a sexy moan as she leaned forward, putting her elbows on the desk as she started to twerk her ass and pound her hot clenching sex on my cock, impaling herself and taking me in deeper, deeper, and then our bodies met in a resounding slap of flesh, as her ass hit my pelvis.

  So tight and hot around me, so much hot silken pleasure as she grasped and pulled my cock with the depths of her pleasure.

  She may have been on top, but I controlled it by gripping her firmly by the top of her hips and the valley of her waist, and I started to lift and then push her back down, over and over again as I ground up into her almost harshly as our bodies met.

  She twerked her hips, squeezed around me so delightfully, but I was the one determining both the pace and the depth of our coupling, as she rode me reverse cowgirl in the office chair.

  She said breathily, “You can’t get enough of me, can you, Mark. You like your wild witch taking your pounding cock, don’t you? I still can’t believe you still want me, still desire me so strongly, that you love me makes my head swim. Mark, I love your touch, your demanding cock, and oh I so love the way you tease me, use me, need me. My hot young body belongs to you, responds to your presence, I love the way you make me feel, I love being your slut.”

  I spanked her hard.

  She gasped, “Yes, spank your dirty slut, Mark. I love being claimed, and I love when your pleasure claims me, warms my insides.”

  “Not a slut.”

  She said, “Oh, but I am. I fully intended to be, remember? I declared it, with the intention to be a vessel of pleasure and cock warmer, a sperm deposit, and an eager pussy pleaser. I wanted to live my second life without limits, and to accept and give pleasure with my body wherever and whenever it was offered. A life of depraved reward, after a life of service and sacrifice for the important things.

  “But you claimed me, and now I’m your witchy slut. A dirty cock loving slut for one cock, one delicious god, and how I love you. You have no idea how hot you made me, toying with me, playing with me while we talked, oh goddess, so hot for you.”

  I remembered that now, her first act in her new slutty life was to offer her body for a god’s pleasure. Then I had claimed her and changed that course. I even kind of got it, her twin granddaughters were the same way, they had strong and wicked appetites, and they loved to be used. They loved to incite passion and feel attractive, owned, and to drive a man to the edge. So yes, I kind of got how after a life of balance and reason she’d want to let it all go on the second go around.

  But I still didn’t like the word, I loved my witch, and slut at heart or not she was faithful to me, my servant, my lover, and my friend. I just… had no cogent arguments to offer and because I said so wasn’t going to work, and it certainly didn’t help me to think with her silken passage clenching and gripping me, milking me, massaging me, and sliding so wondrously over me. Engulfing me in her hot paradise, again and again.

  The rush of myriad pleasures flowing into my body through where we were connected made it too hard to think of an argument.

  She moaned softly, “I love it, Mark. I know you love me, and I am yours in this life, joyfully so with no regrets. Servicing your cock in my second life is far superior to all the rest combined. It thrills me beyond measure that I belong to a god, not just a god, but you. I am your love, but I’m also your dirty and always willing slut.”

  I grunted, then moaned as she rolled her hips powerfully, and I was getting turned on despite myself at her nasty talk.

  “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, Brenna.”

  She said provocatively, “That’s what I’m for, Mark. Making you feel good, and serving you in all the ways I am capable, and I’m a very capable slut.”

  She started to twerk her hips hard, slamming down on me with powerful and swift strokes, adding a little squeeze and grind before rising up to do it again. She blew my damned mind.

  I spanked her, and she just went faster, breathed harder, panted in thrilled pleasure in time with her twerking down below, sending potent waves of pleasure through me. I think this is the first time I’d ever lost control in bed, since this all started, and to my surprise I wasn’t sure I wanted it back. She was rocking my world and ignoring my harsh swats. No not ignoring them, loving them, the wicked floozy.

  “Wild witch,” I grunted, then roared, “My Brenna!” as she pushed me over the edge, and I started to cum in powerful pulses of pleasure that rocked through my body and addled my mind with ecstasy.

  As soon as I started to fill her center with my hot offering, she keened in pleasure and fell over, my own orgasm triggering her second orgasm as she came apart so wildly around me.

  When we came down, I turned her head around by her chin, and claimed a long kiss, while my cock remained firmly buried in her hot sex.

  I said, “Maybe you meant to be, but you aren’t. You’re my faithful witch.”

  She smiled at me, “True. But I love to be used, especially by a strong firm man, and there’s none stronger than a god who takes what he wants, so deliciously as you take care of me. I can’t even describe how perfect you are for me, and as ever I’m in awe that you want me. An old slut who tricked a young and wonderfully sweet god into casting a spell.”

  She smirked.

  “With a sexy body I can’t resist, and a beautiful loving heart.”

  She giggled, “Love you too.”

  I pointed at the covered painting on the easel, “That’s for you.”

  She gasped, “You, made me a painting?” suddenly all melty and awed, her voice literally trembling with emotion.

  I nodded, “Just for you.”

  She got up off of me, then spun around and dropped to her knees. She took a moment to smile up at me, before cleaning my cock with her wet and hot tongue, then she took me all the way into her mouth for one salacious bob to suck off all the saliva.

  She winked as she got up and headed over toward the painting, almost absently stepping out of her panties.

  I stood up and followed her, pulling up my pants.

  She tugged on the sheet carefully from up above, then froze.

  The painting was of her in the center, larger than life, and completely surrounded by family. They were all there, from her first daughter Ciara to the great grandchildren gathered around her feet. I had a perfect memory, and I’d met them all.

  I pulled her to me tightly, and whispered in her ears almost harshly, “You are a slut. My witchy slut.”

  She shivered in delight, and then pressed back against me.

  I continued, “But, that’s just in the bedroom, and only because you insist. Don’t think I missed the point of your little speech. I think a part of you needs me to own you that way. But this is who you really are,” I waved at the painting, “I’ve met them all, and they’re all amazing ladies making the world a richer, brighter, and amazing place. Only a beautiful heart and mind could leave a legacy like this, and this is how I see you, my wild witch.”

  She turned her head around and looked up at me with tears in her eyes, “Mark, thank you.”

  I smiled gently, and thumbed her tears away, “I aspire to make my family as rich, and having you as part of it is a really good start, for all of us. I love you, Brenna. I’ll never let you go if I get a choice.”

  She turned around fully and kissed me softly, then sighed in pleasure as I squeezed her ass firmly, while putting my heart and soul into that kiss.

  She said, “I’ll never leave, I am yours. Not just my body, but my heart and mind, always.”

  I said confidently, “I know, I own you.”

  She shivered against me, in a really good way.

  “How about we hang this in your bedroom?”

  That wasn’t all we’d be doing, if the heat in her eyes was any indication round two was coming up. Of course, I was thinking the exact same thing…

  Chapter Seven

  The vision that night was a disturbing one. Directly after a U.N. vote to recognize Nate as the leader of a race and world leader with representation among their delegates, the room is flooded with eight war gods.

  Nancy, and the other like her among Nix’s troops stayed home, likely because physical violence wasn’t their thing. Nancy lived for drama, angst, and stirring things up emotionally. Murder was against her mantle, since no one suffered when they were dead, after all.

  The war gods absolutely destroyed everyone in the room, and pestilence left behind a gift of disease for those that would follow. The message clear, Nix didn’t agree with the U.N.s vote to acknowledge Nate as the gods’ leader. It was also dark, the first time she’d taken human lives just to make a statement.

  As usual I couldn’t find them anywhere except for the brief time they were in the U.N. main room killing all the ambassadors and translators. I also couldn’t find the other twenty-two of them, nor did I know if Nix had managed to recruit more. It was like a black hole.

  I flinched, and the vision wavered and changed, showing me a cute preteen with curly brown hair and doe eyes walking down the street, only to take a sniper bullet in the head.

  I knew Nancy was behind it. Revenge, for me capturing her in the first place. She was going to kill the shifter girl I’d saved two weeks ago. The first vision happened shortly after lunch at one-thirty-six Eastern, so lunchtime in Chicago.

  The second one happens much earlier, and I suspected she was walking to school.

  Harry Franklin was the shooter, and I found him immediately. At least one thing would be easy to deal with.

  I flinched, and I woke up.

  June was snuggled deep, and Lily was just close, with her head up on her hand with her arm on its elbow, her leg over mine.

  I grabbed my phone, setting an alarm for seven in the morning so I wouldn’t forget or lose track of time. A life was on the line, and while my memory was perfect, I lost time often when sharing pleasure with my harem. The second thing I did was text Nate. It was awful, but at least it was easy. A short and sweet message about the massacre, the time, the place, and the eight gods and their mantels. Then I hit send.

  June said softly, “You look really… incensed.”

  I nodded, “Nancy just made it personal. She targeted a sniper on the shifter girl I saved, Evette. I need to take care of that just after seven this morning.”

  Lily asked, “Are you sure?”

  I shrugged, “My power is, yes. She influenced him almost four days ago, right after they escaped. I guess I didn’t make an ally there. Anyway, it’s taken Harry Franklin four days to come up with a plan.”

  June asked, “What’s the plan?”

  I said, “I’ll subdue him and then influence him back to his old thinking, he’s got two kids of his own and a wife. He’s just another victim, it’s Nancy I’m incensed with. How did she even know about that?”

  June tilted her head, “Maybe she was a part of that too, did you ever check that hunter’s background and see if he was really prejudice before you made him not prejudice? I mean, maybe that was her work too? Then she’d know when it didn’t go down.”

  I frowned, “Maybe. I don’t know.”

  Lily said, “I can go find out, if you don’t want to read his mind.”

  I blew out a breath, “Be careful.”

  She winked, got up and pulled on a tight pair of jeans and a halter top, no bra and with her huge nipples it was obvious. She caressed me, and then disappeared. Of course, we’d all met him in person, so any of us could use farseeing on him or teleport directly to him as long as he was still alive.

  June asked softly, “Anything I can do?”

  My phone went off, and I frowned, “Hold that thought, sexy.”

  She smiled.

  I looked at my phone, then scowled.

  “That arrogant asshole.”

  She asked, “What now?”

  I told her about the U.N. building incident, then said, “He just texted me back and told me to deal with it, while he focuses on Nix’s hidden move. Fucking coward is full of shit.”

  She widened her eyes, “What do you mean?”

  I shrugged, “His power is as tuned to mass destruction as mine is. I can narrow it down to a single person, and so can he, but it’s not exactly area friendly. My fire and his lightning I mean. How am I supposed to take down eight war gods tactically in a room full of hundreds of bystanders and potential collateral damage. People are going to die, and the asshole doesn’t want to look responsible for it.

  “If I don’t take them down hard and fast they’ll kill people before I can get to them all, if I do take them down hard enough, a lot of others will die.”

  Golden light flashed, and Lily started stripping naked as she talked.

  “She did it, she influenced him, likely to cause a rift between humans and shifters.”

  I sighed, “Well, at least we know how she knew now. Revenge for stopping her plots and for getting her arrested. Still the easy part, if annoying.” I filled her in on the other problem.