I reluctantly let her down when my shrunken cock fell out, but I gave her another long kiss, and a proprietary pat on the ass as we split up for a bit. It was probably a good thing, a moment away from her gave me a little privacy to try and get everything straight in my head. The whirlwind seduction and courting of my Mags was only one part of it.

  I’d pretty much bounced with the changes to my life, but it was a lot to take in and accept. I think a part of my lack of freak-out was denial. In that it all still felt more than a bit surreal. Gods, demigods, witches, magic, powers, enemies and allies. It was all, a bit crazy. The fact I’d already fought a fury, and won, was a bit mind-boggling, and I knew that was only round one of my father’s attempts to screw me over.

  I knew I’d been adopted, and I imagine my mother had been some hot clueless young thing that Hades had banged and left pregnant as he went on his way. No doubt she’d had to give me up, but I was grateful to the fact she’s actually had me.

  Then there was the money part, which… I had no idea what to spend on, nor a need to. I mean, she gave me a couple of good suggestions. I’d love a nice car, and a boat was a long-held dream of mine, but other than that I had pretty much everything I could want just by living in her estate.

  I wasn’t a materialistic person outside of maybe those two things, and I didn’t want to become that way either. I also wouldn’t be spending ridiculous amounts of money on a car, a Corvette, maybe a Mustang Cobra, a nice fast car. Maybe she was richer than most, and had money to burn, but buying a high six figure car seemed… wasteful. Over six hundred horse was over six hundred horse, after all. To my way of thinking, anyway. I didn’t give a damn about status symbols.

  At the very least with a card I could take her out and pay for things, with money I was earning. The rest of that stuff would revolve around vacations, taking a skiing trip for instance, but I didn’t think much would change outside of that.

  Maggie was a big part of it as well. She was… enthralling, powerful, alluring, and the best I could hope for there was that I was rocking her emotional world just as thoroughly as she was mine. That she’d figured out my seduction then turned it around on me like that had sent my mind spinning. I also loved that she was keeping me guessing, even as she was joyfully becoming my sweet submissive in our private life.

  The sex was the most minor part of that seduction too, sex and our chemistry were a given at the moment. It was the rest of it that was almost overwhelming, her kisses were like candy, and her warm looks were far more devastating than her sultry slutty ones had been. I’d wanted it, and it felt like I had a tiger by the tail to so to speak, so how was I supposed to handle other relationships too.

  A part of me worried Maggie would get jealous of my other relationships there, even if she was sharing feelings and physical pleasures with the other ladies as well. She’d been clearly taken by surprise by my seduction, and more so at how effective it was. Point being, she’d never been in a relationship before, not one where she was falling for the man. Polyamory would be a whole different ball of wax than she was used to. There was a difference between sharing bodies with fuck buddies and strangers, and sharing hearts and minds, was my gist there.

  Hell, I wasn’t sure I could handle it. Multiple women in my bed sounded great on a shallow level, but I wasn’t sure how the difficult parts would work out. At the very least though, I’d have plenty of time to maintain three or four relationships and keep them sated. Guard duty was ninety nine percent boredom and one percent terror, so there’d be plenty of time to maintain physical and emotional intimacy with them all.

  I decided not to worry about it too much. I’d take it as it came, and work it out as it happened, playing what ifs and fearing I’d lose my shot with Maggie because of it, was just a foolish game of playing what if. Well, what if it all worked out? It’d be difficult, but most good things in life were and took effort.

  I headed upstairs and changed into some sweats, I also grabbed dark blue Lycra shorts and a pink sports bra for Maggie to work out in, and she grinned at me when I dropped them off in her office and gave her a kiss. Then I headed downstairs for a drink, and I ruminated on all those things a little more, save the polyamory. All the other stuff was happening then, and I needed to get it straight in my head.

  I’d also come to the conclusion that she very much did know what was going on, and she not only accepted that truth about herself but loved it. I’d dare to even say she felt safe and cherished in that submission. The submissive part as I took over control of our personal side of things. There was no way she hadn’t realized my approach and approved of it, especially with her comments this morning over breakfast. She was just too smart to not have yet. Which meant, it just wasn’t something we had to talk about, she was happy with it, and so was I, taking care of her that way.

  When she finished up her business and sending out invites to the coven and to our alliance, the two of us worked out for a good hour. Mostly cardio stuff. We also had a mid-workout, workout. I couldn’t seem to keep my hands off of her, and I imagined she had a whole lot of magic invested into this place, outside of her personal well of power which I’d filled on day one.

  I’d also learned something new about my power, that should’ve been obvious from the start. I could form a sleeve or shield around anything, then lift it, like telekinesis. Because whatever I grabbed would move with the soul as I moved the soul object with my mind. That could come in handy.

  After a shower, I dressed her in yet another sexy outfit and included high heels. Not only did she wear it without argument, but she also put on makeup, just for me, though her perfect creamy complexion and beauty hardly needed enhancement.

  The rest of that third day was a lazy day, we chatted a lot, screwed a lot, and even just took care of each other. I’d brought her to ecstasy a few times without asking or taking my own pleasure, often mid-conversation which drove her crazy for some reason. I loved doing that as much as she did, surely I was getting enough pleasure, but beyond that watching her innocent face screw up in ecstasy while her body squirmed, bucked, and trembled at my touch was one of the most aweing and mesmerizing thing I’d ever seen. She also gave me her tits that day for the first time, which was amazing, and a couple of blowjobs besides. I wasn’t the only one handing out string free orgasms that day.

  By late afternoon we were just cuddling and chatting, and I think we got to know a lot about each other that day. It was still early days, and neither of us could do wrong, but it was a great start. We ordered in pizza that night, and watched a movie in the media room, sharing the same wide leather chair with her half in my lap. It got a little messy as we fed each other pizza. It was a really good day, we couldn’t get enough of each other, not just the sex but the getting to know part.

  That was about when the real world interrupted our day of decadence and sharing.

  She was riding me slowly and decadently as the credits rolled. Her body swirling, squeezing, and grinding hard without actually lifting. It was a somewhat wicked self-indulgence, as she worked herself on my cock and came for me in delightful and shuddering spasms as her sex quivered around me.

  I asked, “I should be… sore, and probably worthless by now?”

  I should’ve been. I was a young and virile young man, a demigod which still threw me for a loop at times, but that meant four rounds at most in a single marathon session, and maybe twice that in a whole day spread out. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d come for her that day, and I could count much higher than eight. It was far more than eight, maybe even more than double that number, and I was as hard as a rock, sensitive as ever, and not sore in the least.

  She giggled, “Magic. It makes me recover faster too. I mean the soreness goes away quicker, and I’ve been keeping your cock’s skin healthy and smooth. It’s part of the whole tantric witch thing, and me being a daughter of a demigoddess of pleasure too, my body was made to fuck. As far as your virility, I’d guess you got a major boost when your power was activated. You won’t have a problem keeping more than me sated, what we did today is four times more than I need to be sated.”

  “Lots of magic?”

  She grinned, “You have no idea. You’ve kept me full despite the training, and you’ve also filled my personal jewelry, and the house wards have never been so full before.”

  “So, what is your coven’s name, or is that something you all vote on when you have enough people?”

  She shook her head, “Crystal Rose coven. We’re going to start out with mostly women I think, that jump ship mostly from twilight flame. There will be other men living here eventually though, witches need families, and they all won’t be in our bed. But no men at all except for you in the house, until they’re ready for it and want it. Anyway, Crystal Rose because I want to build a beautiful coven where we watch out for each other, but a rose has thorns, which our enemies will learn well.”

  She was close, so I reached up and rolled her nipples. Her eyes closed as her face became a study in pleasure as she let out a sexy gasp, and I worked her lightly from below to extend her pleasure.

  I was fairly sure she was going to finish me off when she came down. She looked close to overstimulation, but that’s when the doorbell rang.

  She bit her lip as she came down, and she kissed me.

  “The gate, that could be Angela and Valerie. Most likely the demigoddesses I reached out to won’t respond so quickly,” she got off my cock with regret in her eyes, “I’ll make it up to you later.”

  I chuckled, “I had no doubt,” as I stood up and packed it away, and she pulled down her skirt. I followed her to the small security room near the front door which had a few outdoor camera views as well as the gate view, and of course she could open the gate.

  “Angela?” she asked as she hit the gate button.

  Angela was about five feet and ten inches tall. She had light blonde hair and gray eyes with a cute oval face and slightly bowed lips. She had on a blouse and black skintight jeans over her delightful long legs, with black boots. She was a lissome woman, with soft dancer’s curves. The blouse wasn’t tight, but I could estimate she had B cups without being able to see the shape of them, and her tight jeans showed off her petite and tight heart shaped ass. She was cute, leggy, and lithe.

  Not that her being attractive mattered all that much. This was one of the ladies that had been facing abuse. I’d do my best to stay out of her way as much as I could sharing the same house, and I’d promised to leave that to Maggie, not that I wouldn’t have anyway. Still, even if I wasn’t an unempathetic asshole I was still a guy, so I looked.

  Angela headed out of the camera frame at a light jog, and we moved to the door to greet her.

  Maggie said, “Not sure what’s going on, I was expecting Valerie as well. The messages I sent them at work contained magic to temporarily break the coven’s magical hold on them. A temporary measure, until I could cleanse them of the controlling spells for good in person.”

  I frowned, “That would’ve been good to know sooner.”

  She looked at me challengingly, with her eyes narrowed. In our personal life she was my submissive, but this was her coven, so I didn’t really blame her.

  I hadn’t worded that very well.

  I explained calmly, “It’s your coven, Mags. I know you’re in charge and I have no interest in changing that. But, I’m your ally and supposed to help keep you all safe. I won’t be making demands or setting rules like I do in our personal relationship. I know better to try to take charge outside of our home life, and that you more than have it covered. Thing is, I can’t act as your ally and protect the coven well, if I don’t know what’s going on. I’m just suggesting keeping me in the loop on dangerous things might be a good idea, not that I deserve input, just that I should be told ahead of time.”

  She softened slightly, “Point taken, and you’re right. I’ll brief you in the future on similar circumstances related to outside dangers involving my plans, and if I have any doubts or suspicions about one of mine that might be an internal risk.”

  “Fair enough, matriarch.”

  She giggled, “That made me tingle, say it again?”

  “My matriarch,” I said in a soft possessive voice.

  She winked, then sobered quickly as Angela approached the front door.

  “Welcome home, Angela. What happened?” Maggie asked, as she clasped hands with Angela.

  The young woman gave me a nervous glance, but I was standing casually and at least five feet away and her eyes returned to Maggie.

  “Bad luck. We were leaving when…” she trailed off as she teared up, “Goddess, thank you. I feel fifty pounds lighter, like the chains are gone.”

  I assumed Maggie had just freed her from the coercion spells, but of course I couldn’t feel magic at all. Still, the change in Angela was remarkable as she shivered, and then relaxed slightly. She was still upset at the same time though, about Valerie I assumed.

  Angela said, “Sorry, that was… anyway, we were headed out the back door with our purses stuffed with as much clothes as we could fit. Before we reached the door, the patriarch called out from inside his office,” she shuddered.

  Maggie said to me, “Michael Grant, a real bastard.”

  Angela sniffed, “Anyway, we were temporarily freed from the coercions he’d laid thanks to your spells. The right thing to do would’ve been to go into his office, even suck him off if he ordered it, and then get out of there. But we both kind of froze before our minds could make that decision or decide to run for it. That tipped Michael off to the problem, if the spells were in place, then we wouldn’t have hesitated to follow his order.”

  Maggie said, “I understand, bad timing. What happened then?”

  Angela shook her head, “Michael called out for us to be detained. I panicked, and froze, until Valerie pushed me toward the door. She was right behind me, but she didn’t make it out before she was hit by several paralyzing spells. I didn’t want to leave her behind, but I didn’t know what else to do, and when she screamed at me to run, I ran. I hoped you could help, so I escaped the grounds and came here. She’s my best friend.”

  Maggie nodded, “Well, I’d hoped to stay unknown to your old coven for a time, but that’s no longer possible.”

  Angela flinched.

  Maggie shushed her, “Not your fault, sweetie. We’ll get Valerie.”

  Angela shook her head, “We were stupid. We should’ve just come here straight from work, instead of trying to take some of our stuff with us. We could’ve bought new clothes and personal items. He won’t let Valerie go to work, and he’ll be hunting you now.”

  Maggie patted her hand, “We’ll take care of it. This is Jack Thorn, my ally and… lover.”

  Sweet, lover was totally an upgrade from sating magical engine.

  She continued, “It’s a bit premature in my plans. I’d hoped to be better established before it came to war, but we’re quite capable of rescuing Valerie this moment, and that’s what we’re going to do. Why don’t you take a shower, and pick out one of the bedrooms on the second floor? Feel free to look around while we’re gone, but the third floor is matriarch only, you will not go up there without an invitation.”

  Angela nodded, and looked a little dubious, but said, “Alright, thank you. You can really?”

  She said, “Yes, Jack’s a demigod, and I happen to know he gets upset at raping bastards. Go, you can make something in the kitchen too, if you’re hungry, this is your home now.”

  Angela smiled weakly in thanks. I could tell she was dubious about us taking on a whole coven on their home ground where they’d be strongest, but I trusted Maggie’s judgment.

  Angela went inside and disappeared into the house.

  I said, “You should go change first, the dark blue pencil skirt and the red blouse.”

  She smirked, “I suppose I can take a moment, to look a little more professional.”

  I nodded, as she took off toward the stairs. The outfit I had her in around the house was delightfully sexy and a little bit trashy which just made it hotter. If she was about to introduce herself as a matriarch and confront another coven, then she needed to look sharp, professional, intimidating, and sexy.

  It didn’t take long for her to come down, and instead of looking like a slutty coed at a party she looked magnificent, and the sense of her ruthless presence and in charge personality when it came to outside stuff just made it more so with those clothes.

  Nothing wrong with the former, she enjoyed dressing that way for me as much as I was enjoying the view, but the latter was far more appropriate for kicking ass and taking names.

  “You sure about this?”

  She nodded, “A lot of their coven’s power is tied up in keeping the females under control. Their wards aren’t nearly as powerful as mine are now, and they depend on their numbers and personal witch spells to discourage attacks and to defend themselves. Don’t be gentle, I hadn’t planned to take down the Twilight Flame coven until I’d recruited as many of their women as I could to a much better place. It’ll be harder to recruit them in mass, or with Michael knowing what I’m doing. Most likely I’ll lose most of them, if we destroy the coven tonight most of them will run to the Oak Circle.”

  “And them?”

  She shrugged, “The matriarch is a controlling bitch, but she doesn’t hold members there against their will, nor does she use coercion spells. She just uses coercion through the protection she offers and for a home for witches.”

  “You can be… intimidating.”

  She giggled, “Thanks, but I wouldn’t use that to coerce relationships into being, or to strong arm witches to join my coven. Other than that, I suppose we’re not that different, though she is older. The point though is that I had no intention of ever taking down the Oak Circle coven. I was and am hoping for a wary co-existence there, and it’ll be much harder if not impossible to lure witches away once she gets her claws in them.