The shy curiosity on her face and warmth in her blue eyes was quite alluring. She was… gorgeous, but then dad didn’t make any ugly monsters. At least, not the ones in humanoid form.

  “Hello.”

  She smiled shyly, “Hi.”

  I waved at the chair in invitation, but apparently, she preferred to stand in front of us naked. Most would’ve found that odd, but I didn’t, not after living in the ocean with Hali for five years.

  Hali said, “Hi, Maris. Are you here on your own accord?”

  Maris giggled “Yes. I heard your cries and both your power so came to investigate. It isn’t often a mermaid walks the land. I was also curious about the newest son of Poseidon.”

  I said, “You’re very lovely, Maris.”

  She smiled at me like I’d given her a huge gift, which told me naiads and nereids were alike in one way, they loved compliments. I wasn’t getting any bad vibes from her, and there was an innocence about her. She was hot, petite body, huge breasts by proportion anyway, even if a cup size smaller than my Hali, Hali was a lot more in proportion with her lushly curvy and five-inch taller body.

  Point being, despite being a little sexpot, and having that Asian exotically innocent beauty which together brought up conflicting desires to both ravish and protect, her presence was one of innocence and curiosity. Even her bubbly voice had an alluring sweet innocence to it.

  “Can I get you anything? I’ve never hosted or even met a naiad before, much less such a lovely one.”

  Maris shook her head, “I don’t need sustenance. I was just bored, and it isn’t often I get to share conversation since we have to hide ourselves from humans now.”

  Wow, that told me she was ancient. If she could remember a time when she didn’t have to hide from humans, which was over two thousand years ago.

  I nodded, “Feel free to stop by, when we’re back here. Aren’t there other naiads?”

  Maris replied, “There used to be a lot more of us,” her body twisted around as she waved at the river, giving me a really nice view of her tight and petite heart shaped ass. She was definitely top heavy, her short body tight and petite in every way except her generously heart shaped C cup breasts, and sexy, “This is my river now,” she finished.

  I frowned, “Now?”

  She nodded, “I was moved here by our father long ago when the naiads in this area were destroyed in war. It is a lonely duty at times, but I abide.”

  Huh, maybe that explained why she looked Asian then. She’d never changed her appearance after moving from that part of the world. Or maybe she couldn’t, and her physical form through water magic was permanent? Not that I was complaining, it was a hell of a view.

  “We just moved in this area ourselves.”

  She bit her lip, “Would you like to swim and play with me?”

  I felt a bit cautious. She seemed innocent, but water nymphs were known to drown people in mischievous play which didn’t sound fun. I also got the impression, innocent aura or not, she might also be inviting me to fuck, but her being bored was a really bad reason to claim her. At least in Katerina’s case she was compatible for me and there was the possibility for more. In short, I wasn’t going to stick my cock in her because she was hot. I’d done that for years with the nereids and knew nothing good would come of it.

  She seemed sweet enough, but she was also a monster, one I didn’t really understand yet like I did my Hali.

  I said, “Perhaps some other time, when we know each other better. We were about to eat. Hali?”

  Hali replied, “Yes, master. Perhaps some other time Maris, I will swim the river with you.”

  Maris looked a bit disappointed but said, “I understand. I will visit again.”

  “I’d like that, to get to know you better.”

  Maris nodded, and then turned and left for the river. We waited until she disappeared into the river before we got up and headed inside and got started on lunch.

  “So, Maris? What was that question about?”

  Hali replied, “Her own accord? I thought maybe she’d been sent to keep an eye on us from your father. Obviously not though, since she said we just caught her attention.”

  “What’d she mean, by duty?”

  Hali smiled, “Naiads are like border guards I suppose, their purpose to warn Poseidon if any of his siblings agents invade his domain. The nereids do the same thing, outside of being the personal attendants of your father. That’s why there’s so many of them, the ocean’s a big place.”

  I nodded, that made a certain amount of sense. Especially in the far past before Zeus laid down the laws about staying hidden from humans. The gods had been warring constantly, and they’d been dragging humanity into it.

  “And play?”

  Hali giggled, “Fucking, swimming. They’re innocent and sweet, but mischievous too. I don’t think she’d have tried to drown you, unless you tried to claim her. She was a bit in awe of you actually.”

  Yeah, I got that, innocence didn’t mean clueless or prude, the naiads simply had no notion of shame or sexual hang-ups, much like the nereids I’d imagine. Sex and pleasure was just an innocent game to them. They were different in temperament and power, but apparently very alike in that way if what Hali said was true. Amoral might be a better word than innocence, it was just her lovely face and bubbly voice along with that shyness had backed up the false impression of innocence.

  I sighed, “I’m not going to fuck her because she’s bored.”

  Hali grinned at me, “I got that. You should get to know her though, and she wouldn’t be a bad ally or mate. Naiads are sweet, shy and innocent, but when they’re threatened, or their loved ones are threatened they’re insanely fierce and powerful.”

  “She can live away from the water? What about her duty post?”

  Hali nodded, “Her magic would keep her connected to the river. She doesn’t have to be in it to feel every single pebble and stick on the riverbed floor. She can also draw power from it wherever she is. So her duty and being away from it wouldn’t be an issue. Like me she might miss it on occasion, and want to go for a swim, but trust me, having you is worth it, master.”

  I wasn’t that fussed over the idea, and not sure if it would happen or not. I couldn’t just claim every monster I saw for family either, but I had to admit the lonely naiad had evoked my empathy. A poor reason to claim her perhaps, but a good enough reason along with her stunningly appealing looks and sweet lovely personality to at least pursue the idea. Shallow reasons both, but that’s how life worked, and at the moment it was just an idea.

  I grinned, “We’ll see how it goes then. Why don’t you get naked and stay that way? When we’re home alone. You should only wear clothes when we go out, or when we have a guest that isn’t also naked and a river nymph. Consider that an order, baby,” I added that last firmly.

  She grinned at me, “Yes, master. Thank you.”

  I knew she didn’t like clothes all that much, except for how I looked at her when she wore them. She seemed pretty happy with that idea, as she stripped off and carefully folded the dress, and then got back to making us lunch. It wasn’t like it would bother me. I was used to her naked, and as far as my libido I constantly wanted to bury my cock in her body already, so that wouldn’t change either.

  “You are so beautiful, love.”

  She bit her lip, and I saw what she was going to ask in her heated and stunning bright green eyes. Knew she was going to beg to suck me off again. I beat her to the punch.

  “Get over here and suck my cock, now,” I said firmly.

  Her eyes went wide with lustful need, and my thought process paid off. She loved serving me independently, but when I gave her an order to do it, it hit her libido so much more powerfully. The level of love, devotion, and lust, the sweet moans of joyful wanton abandon as she serviced me with her hot and talented mouth was unbelievably hot. As was how sloppy the blowjob got as she lost her sexy mind working my cock with hands, lips, tongue, and throat.

  She looked lost in it, with unrestrained wanton adoration in her eyes, and a look of contented peaceful transcendence on her face at having my fat cock lodged in her throat. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d need to be giving her a lot of orders, for her sake. It wasn’t a power trip. It was for her needs to be dominated and cherished both, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a bit of a thrill. Just how much she lost it and threw herself into it with such passion, as she sucked me off that day in the kitchen.

  My loving and wild monster.

  As usual, she blew my mind, and I couldn’t help myself as lunch was put off for another hour as I bent her over the kitchen table and ravished her once she’d finished with her task…

  Chapter Seven

  The racing of my heart slowed, as I held her tightly to my side and stared up at the bedroom ceiling. It’d been a crazy afternoon of non-stop sex and talking between rounds, and we’d actually made it to the bed about an hour ago which was far more comfortable and allowed for a wider variety of positions. I couldn’t get enough of her, and clearly she couldn’t get enough of me. It wasn’t the nakedness either, my new order that she should be naked at home for her comfort. In a way she was even more alluring in clothes, they made me long to see the beauty of her form hidden underneath even though I was quite intimately familiar with every luscious and delightful curve.

  At the same time, I’d had Ginny’s words simmering in the back of my mind ever since she’d said them, about what god or goddess would fit with me. I was fairly sure I’d made my decision, but I’d test that against Hali before committing for sure.

  I said softly, “I think I’m going to worship Hestia, and champion her if she asks. It’ll make things more complicated, but it will also increase our blessings.”

  Hali asked, “Why Hestia?”

  “It seems like we have love covered. Though Aphrodite could enhance that in the longer term, I don’t think we’ll need it. I don’t think we’ll lose the passion of our spark. Besides that, if we do manage to woo Katerina into our bed then she’ll bring that with her as a champion and Aphrodite’s daughter of pleasure. It seems wiser to diversify. But even though that’s the simple truth, it’s also a little… mercenary in thought. In truth my passion lies in Hestia’s mantel, and that’s why I chose her.

  “I want to build a welcoming home for our family, especially for you who feels most at home in the ocean. My greatest desire is to build a large family, and to give all my mates a warm home and what they need. I already worked toward that yesterday without thought toward my decision and in passion, and I think the best way to do that is with Hestia. If nothing else, it will help me give all my mates what they need to feel secure and warm in our home. The love… I’m already lost in it, and we have allies to help us determine compatibility for future mates. Plus, as I said, it’s creating a welcoming home for you that I’m passionate about.”

  She kissed me softly, “You’re my home, and this place already feels like you. But I can only imagine it will get better if you do. I… that warms me, that you want that for me and for our family. That it’s your passion, instead of work ambition.”

  I nodded, “We’ll need to figure that out too, but that’s personal and not about us. What I need to feel useful, and to earn the money to support my family. But it’s just a means to an end for me, to help me make that home and secure our future. Just like my power, strength, and prowess with a blade is a means to protect that home and my mates.”

  She kissed my neck, “Sounds wonderful to me, master. Your scent is delicious, if you want me to keep my mouth off of you, you’re going to have to order me to stop.”

  I laughed, “Why would I do that?” as I caressed her lower back and the top of her ass with soft circling fingertips. I also used a little magic to clean up the wet spot. The sheets were soaked with our sweat, and mixed satiations. I loved the feel of her silken lips and hot breath on my sensitive neck.

  Her words also verified my decision, it was obviously my passion. I’d have scoffed at the idea five years ago, building a warm home wasn’t exactly the most masculine passion out there by society’s standards. But I couldn’t imagine doing less for my Hali and my future mates. Not just doing it, but doing it well and in the way that they needed. My Hali was my loving and obedient monster mate, who deserved no less than the best. While she was a great cook, and kept the house clean with magic, she was also a monster and not an interior decorator type.

  It wasn’t just decorating either that would foster that warm atmosphere for my mates. It was about giving them what they needed, making them feel at home was more than just the atmosphere created by trinkets and furniture style. Hestia’s blessing would enable me to read their needs to fulfill them, so they felt complete, loved, and cared for. How could I do any less, my heart was full of love and the need to be the best I could be for Hali, and to provide her with every comfort. Including the orders that she desired and obviously treasured, but that was just one thing, and obvious.

  Life and family were far more complicated than that.

  She giggled, “I feel… clingy. I worry it will grow to be stifling.”

  “Nope, your lips belong on me, woman.”

  She snickered, “They really do. I love the taste of your skin, and your warm loving scent is home. So, we need to build an altar to Hestia.”

  I waved that away, “We already have one, every fireplace and mantel, every hearth is an altar for Hestia. I just need to get my prayer and devotion on.”

  She giggled, “It might help to light a fire, though goddess knows that would make the air conditioning work overtime.”

  I smirked, “I think a candle and some incense on the mantle would be enough. Her whole mantle is making homes warm to the heart, not hot and uncomfortable for the body. If anything, that might be the wrong thing to do.”

  She grinned against my neck, “Good point.”

  I slapped that bubbled ass firmly but not harshly like the spanking, it was a playful thing, which made her moan and kiss my neck. I cleaned us both up and cleared out the stink of sex. I also took care of our grooming needs including untangling her wild and sweaty dark reddish-brown hair. Not just the hair though, I made myself freshly shaven, as well as her legs and pussy, and took care of our nails too. All that stuff, that I’d needed to use spells for living in the ocean. I saw no point in going out and using brushes and nail clippers just because I was back in civilization. Magic was easier, and a lot faster. Harder at first, to learn and master, but that work was behind me now.

  She really liked it too, when I took care of her appearance like that.

  “Go get dressed. We need to go pick some up. Wear the light blue skirt, and that black tube top that hangs like a curtain to mid-abdomen. White sandals on your sexy feet.”

  She moaned against my neck in blissful desire and contentment.

  I spanked her ass, “Now, baby.”

  She was going to drive me crazy.

  “Yes, master,” she said in breathy excitement. When she moved to get up I could see her pussy already glistening with arousal, and I’d just cleaned us both up less than a minute ago with magic. There was no doubt in my mind that orders turned her on, between that and the sweet sexy moan in her seductive musical tones.

  I reluctantly got up myself, and I got dressed in a casual pair of gray jeans and a black t-shirt. We couldn’t fuck all the time, no matter how much my stupid cock thought that was a good plan.

  She looked fantastic of course, sinfully so. The tube top was strapless, a mere eight inches of material with a stretchy ruffled top that held it tightly to her upper chest but otherwise hung loosely over her breasts like a curtain. In short, her breasts were the only thing supporting the top, and she had no breast support at all though they were damned proud for their bountiful size. The light blue skirt was adorably cute and pleated, and made of a really soft cotton, and went down to her lower thighs. Lower thighs weren’t all that risqué, except of course I knew she wasn’t wearing panties and everyone that saw her breasts sway as she walked would know she was braless.

  It was also loose, so a stiff wind would have her flashing everyone in sight, which meant I’d use my power to prevent that from happening.

  Yup, definitely hotter and more alluring in clothes, there was something to be said for the imagination. Though I had to admit, I’d gotten used to her nakedness the last five years as her friend and student, but it was a lot more alluring for me now that we were intimate. No… not more alluring. She’d always been insanely alluring, one of the most beautiful women I’d every laid eyes on. Just harder to resist because I no longer had to.

  We headed out for candles and incense.

  I’d spent five years in the ocean learning to wield my power as a demigod, my magic as a sensitive, and learning martial arts and sword work. All under the protection and auspices of my father, a god that ruled the oceans, seas, and rivers all around the world. Yet, I’d still had sixteen years of life in the human world, clueless to both my potential and the reality of gods and goddesses. So, it felt a little odd to actually worship a goddess, yet I knew that self-consciousness would disappear the moment I met her.

  A god’s aura was a pretty serious thing, humbling and awesome, inspiring and also a potent reality that told my arrogant human brain I wasn’t the top of the food chain. I knew Hestia’s aura would be far different from my father’s, but it would also be just as powerful. She was after all, my father’s sister, and one of the five powerful gods and children of Cronus and Rhea.

  Point being, I was sure that self-consciousness would go away, but for the moment it was present as I lit the candle and incense and placed it on the mantel, and I got on my knees. That didn’t stop me from swearing myself to her service, and the ideals and mantel she stood for. Even if she didn’t make me a champion, I had no doubts about that at all. It was just the worship part that felt a little weird, and part of that was probably because I’d never worshipped any god before. A lingering human attitude from the culture steeped in secular ideals I’d grown up in. It would pass, and I didn’t think Hestia would be offended by it. My heart was resolute and without any doubts when I swore to those ideals, and to make my home a welcome place for mates, allies, and guests alike.