“I think we have a solid plan then. We should reach out to our allies right away though, just in case they do attack before we go on the offensive.”

  Maggie said, “I have their numbers, but the request should come from you and Bonnie for Levi, and you and Elena for Caroline.”

  Shannon said, “I also need to know where they live and work. I can find it fast even if I’ve never been there, it’s only summoning people and things that I need to meet and touch them beforehand.”

  Maggie nodded, “I have that information too, in the upstairs office.”

  I patted Elena’s ass, which made her flush with desire and look at me smolderingly before she slid out of my lap. Then we all headed upstairs.

  Levi and Caroline were both in after a short explanation, and we texted them both a picture of Shannon so that they’d know her if she showed up to collect them. We also made sure Shannon was satisfied with the addresses and GPS coordinates for the various pickup sites for work and home depending on when the attack happened.

  I felt a whole lot better about our chances and plans at that point, as we retired to the bedroom for our first fivesome. It was a hell of a good time, our shifting twosome and threesome wavered back and forth, so we all got a little one on one action as well as a threesome involving all of us.

  Bonnie rode my cock hard while the other three were in a sapphic triangle, then Elena and Maggie got a little time alone while Shannon shifted over and sat on my face and her and Bonnie kissed and played above me while riding my mouth and cock. Once I filled Bonnie, she joined Elena and Maggie, and I got a little alone time with Shannon as I ravished her from behind, before Maggie shifted over and joined us to enjoy Shannon’s tongue. Then Shannon shifted over after I filled her, and Maggie and I went at it, before Elena joined us halfway through and sat on Maggie’s face and let me suck her tits while I continued to fuck Maggie. Then when I filled my Maggie she shifted back for Shannon and Bonnie to clean out her pussy while I got alone time with Elena.

  It seemed to work as a system to sate everyone and make sure we were all happy. We each got alone time in pairs in every combination, as well as threesomes if not in every combination. After that, we did the four on one thing, each of us experiencing the overwhelming sensations of four mouths and eight hands, as I filled them all a second time. Bonnie, Maggie, and Elena took that second load in the ass, and Shannon took my second load all over her body which the others happily lapped up.

  Shannon was quite overwhelmed, with Bonnie working her ass and pussy with toys and tongue, while my Maggie and Elena were both suckling her nipples while squeezing and mashing her tits around my urgently sliding cock. She came several times from that overload of sensations, before cumming one last time as I painted her face and body with my seed.

  It was a hell of a night, and we all fell asleep in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, fully and completely sated…

  Chapter Seven

  Nine naughty giggles greeted me as I opened my eyes in the shared dream with the muses, and I wasn’t all that surprised when I was jumped by the nine immortal and forever nubile and lovely bodies of my goddesses. Don’t get me wrong, I was still overwhelmed by their innocent naughtiness, and the way they couldn’t get enough of me. I just wasn’t surprised by it any longer, but the awe of them hadn’t lowered one iota.

  They were all incredibly beautiful, perfect hourglass bodies with similar C cups of varying shapes, thin waists, and lovely asses. Some were lither, some more sumptuous, and others more athletic, but none of them to the extremes and all very close to the so called median perfect proportions.

  Their faces, hair, eyes, and slight skin tone differences were what made them unique, as well as the flavor of their potent scents and their powerful sense of presence. Three shades of blondes and redheads, two brunettes both light and dark, and my Calliope’s jet-black ringlets. They were overwhelming.

  I endured it all in a haze of lust and luxurious pleasure, as warm lips, tits, pussies, and asses were presented to my lips in a seemingly endless procession of nubile and lushly inviting flesh, even as I felt warm pussies, hot mouths, and sweet playful tongues on my cock in a succession of mind-blowing pleasures that never seemed to end. Not to mention eighteen hands, and nine mouths on my body in various places. The overload of pleasure was almost constant, and deliciously potent, as I claimed them with my seed more than once.

  There were no breaks, no recovery time, and my cock never went flaccid. Not until I’d claimed them all at least twice, filling each and every one of their tight sexes and lovely mouths.

  Then we were dancing, listening to music, and talking. It was just another typical night for me, as I worshipped, adored, loved, spoke with, and played with my sweet and sexy goddesses. As a man, I’d hesitate to use the word frolicking to describe my activities, but really that summed it up pretty well. It was all passion for the arts, including the art of lovemaking, with my goddesses.

  It was only toward the end of that endless night, when Calliope was riding my cock with a gentle urgency and a look of ecstatic bliss on her face that business came up. Business was the last thing my goddesses ever wanted to talk about, but as their champion it came up when they gave me assignments. Usually it was Calliope that did so.

  She was so beautiful, with those silky raven ringlets, and her dark blue eyes as they looked down into mine. Her full lips slightly parted, and a look of dreamy contented pleasure in her eyes. Her face was of a fresh-faced classic beauty, the blush of youth still on the cheeks of her immortal eighteen-year-old body despite the inviting lushness of her hourglass body and the snug delight of her heaven warming and sliding up and down my cock. Her perfectly rounded C cups swayed in gentle movements, as her body rose, lowered, and ground down on me over and over again.

  She didn’t stop riding me as she spoke in breathy tones.

  “Next time you all go out to LA, there’s a couple of promising authors in Orange county we’d like you to hook up with an editor. Marjorie Wilkinson and Lester Holbrook. They’re new worshippers, neither are witches, though one of their parents were so they’re very aware of our world. They’re both young, just out of college, so around your age.”

  I nodded, “We’ll get it done, Callie. I’m not sure when we’ll get out there though.”

  I wasn’t worried about forgetting the names or any of the details, when a goddess gave me a task it was burned into my mind and was impossible to forget.

  Calliope giggled, she did almost every time I shortened her name like that, and the goddess didn’t seem to mind the familiarity of that. In fact, she seemed to be delighted by it.

  “I know you will, my champion. You have such a wonderful cock,” she added that last in a breathy gasp as she was thrown over the edge.

  I just enjoyed the view of a goddess cumming wildly undone around my cock from above me, while I ground up into her with rhythmic thrusting grinds to extend and intensify the flood of pleasure that had overtaken her. My own euphoric pleasure was exquisite, and it was flooding me in waves as she constricted and milked me over and over, but she’d been riding me slowly and sensuously during our conversation. I was riding high on the sea of pleasure her body and heaven engendered in me, but nowhere near the edge of bliss in that moment.

  At least, until Clio skipped over and kissed me passionately. Her soft teasing and loving kiss seemed to triple the strength of those flooding waves of pleasure, and I was quickly and suddenly drowning in the bliss that overtook my control and washed through my body and mind with staggering amounts of pleasure.

  It was also clear to me a moment later, she’d done that to give me one more release before I woke up.

  Clio whispered into my mouth sweetly, while I was still in the midst of pulsing my seed into the sweet and warm embrace of Calliope’s convulsing and milking hot paradise, “We love you, Jack,” as that world faded and I woke up to the sounds of lapping, sucking, and sexy as hell feminine moans.

  It wasn’t the first time the goddesses had spoken of love, but it was the first time the warmth of romance was put into it. In the past it’d been the expressed love of my goddesses toward their champion and follower. That time, Clio’s sweet words had been one of a woman toward the man she loved, and it rocked my world and fogged my mind.

  It was also a tad bit frustrating, because I wanted to look her in the eyes and say it back. I loved my goddess’s deliriously, just like my mortal mates and family. Sure, I could pray it, but that wouldn’t be the same.

  I found myself lying between my four mates, Elena and Maggie in a sixty-nine to my left, and Shannon and Bonnie in a sixty-nine to my right. There were naughty giggles not unlike those of the goddesses, when they realized I’d woken up and was quite mesmerized by the sensual loveliness and feast for my eyes. My cock quickly hardened.

  The sight was a little overwhelming, but my mind and ears were still ringing with the goddess’s words. They hadn’t been the words of a goddess to her worshipper, they’d been the loving words of a woman to her man. It was… powerful, and humbling, to the extent I felt overwhelmed by emotion.

  What’s a man to do? I picked a hole to fill of course, and I joined our morning fivesome reprise of the night before. I had my priorities, and my mind could catch up later to the fact I was deeply in love with nine goddesses, who apparently loved me in that way too.

  It’d kind of snuck up on me the last month. To be fair I spent three days every night with them, so in a way it was like three months had passed in that world. I’d gotten to know all my muses quite well in that time…

  The rain made training a bit miserable, but the five of us were out there. After breakfast the coven had emptied out of the house to go to their jobs, and it left the five of us alone. It didn’t take Shannon long to get in on the training with her shadows that messed up and turned my swords away from my targets. It was difficult but I was able to steer the swords around those areas of inky darkness to get them to my targets.

  Of course, it was about halfway through the training, when Shannon pointed out something that made me feel like an idiot, and it made me realize I was seriously hobbling my own potential. She called a halt to training and called me down, and the others looked mystified by it in that moment.

  Shannon said, “Let me get this straight. You control your shield, armor, and three blades, but you give autonomy to your scouts and spotters?”

  I nodded, “That’s right.”

  She shook her head, “Why? You should be acting as a general with your troops. A general gives the plan and objectives, and lets the soldiers carry them out. Why are only the scouts autonomous that feed you information? They should all be autonomous. Don’t micromanage your armor, shield, and blades, just give them a mission. Tell your armor to avoid all attacks it can, tell your shield to block all attacks the armor can’t avoid, and just give your blades a list of targets and the best place to strike on their bodies. You don’t have to steer them or fly them yourself, let the dead souls do that part for you, let your armor watch and dodge attacks on its own. If you do that, you’ll be able to watch the entire battlefield through your scouts, from multiple viewpoints, forget your armor vision, let your armor worry about that.

  “Then the thoughts from your scouts’ sight will guide your mind and plans, which your weapons and defenses will play out. All of your enhanced mind and focus will be on nothing but the battle as a whole, and taking it in, as you hand out updated orders to your troops.

  “It would also make the armor you have around Bonnie, Maggie, and Elena act independently, instead of locking them into the same dodging pattern yours is. Lastly, it will also change your offensive blade weapon limit to what your magic can support, a power management limitation. You could have hundreds of single soul blades following your wide tactical plans, while you let them carry it out. If you do it that way, you don’t have to limit their sight either, the blades can see in all directions to find those targets you assign, since the only sight you’ll be using is your scouts.”

  Yeah, have you ever felt really fucking stupid when someone points out the obvious? Well that was how I felt in that moment. I’d trained really hard the last six weeks, and I’d been doing it wrong, the whole time. The dead were sentient, with their own minds, as long as I bound them to a purpose with my own will and focus, they’d do their damnedest to fulfill that purpose. Maybe not happily, but they were all bound to my will and orders.

  We’d been following the pattern set by Elena with her five streams of water, and Levi’s five lighting bolts, which made sense at first blush, except my weapons were sentient so it didn’t make any sense at all.

  Why hadn’t I seen that?

  Shannon laughed throatily, “You all missed that, huh?”

  I frowned, “I think I got locked into the thought pattern, because it was how we started out training and it made sense. It wasn’t until much later that I realized I could give autonomy to some souls, and that never translated to my weapons and defenses in my head. But you’re right, micromanaging isn’t a good idea when they can be independent.”

  I wasn’t the only one, Maggie was blushing scarlet, Bonnie looked poleaxed, and Elena looked disgusted with herself for not seeing that.

  “Alright, hundreds is out of the question. I couldn’t maintain that many blades, especially if they were all hitting things and drawing power from me at once. But I think I could support ten or so for a short battle, and the faster we kill the enemy the better it is for power management, so it makes sense from that angle as well.”

  I summoned seven more single soul blades, and I started handing out orders. I told my armor to watch for and dodge all attacks, and I told my shield to block any the armor couldn’t dodge. I also set up three souls to watch the battlefield, one floating high up above, one on the roof of the mansion, and another by the back fence. That’s all I focused on at that point, just those three viewpoints, and I’d pass orders to my weapons based on what I saw from those points of view.

  It would still be intense, I’d be handing out separate orders to ten different sword blades as the battle unfolded, but my increased speed of mind and perception would allow for that easily. I was also very careful with my orders as I rose into the air. After all, if I just ordered them to take out the threats, then my four ladies would be attacked by them because they were the threats in training. So I had to be specific and list off the illusory targets and hand out attack assignments for all my swords.

  Still, that was good training, because I’d still have to micromanage that part of things, handing out targets and then let them worry about getting there. Otherwise the swords might all attack the same target at once, which would be a waste of time and power. I’d also be summoning the same dead for the inner soul control layer from now on, so they could learn and gain experience, and even develop teamwork over time.

  Ten sword blades, four sets of armor, and a shield was cheap with one soul, but when I formed them with three layers of souls, one, five, and one soul each, the inner soul would be getting the orders and have flight control. It’d cost me five percent of my power easily, right at the start of battle. But it’d be worth it. Ironically perhaps, the key to this style of combat, my three lookouts, wouldn’t cost me any power at all, since I’d just leave them in soul form. They couldn’t be seen, heard, or effected that way by anything or anyone on the battlefield, save perhaps a brother or sister that had my power.

  It was difficult, but only because it was the first time that I was doing it. The style of combat as a general for my dead soul troops in the shape of weapons was much better, and in the end would be much easier once I got used to it.

  The only really easy part was the protection parts. I literally ignored defense, and I left it to the simple orders I’d given shield and armor. I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the view of my three scouts, and other than feeling myself spinning, arching, and flying in disparate directions it wasn’t a thing. I also wasn’t hit, not once, I’d have felt the drain of it if I had been.

  It was deadly effective too, Maggie was having trouble keeping up to me, as I filtered through my ten swords, giving them targets in quick succession as fast as Maggie could form them. It was a hell of a shock, but I was also feeling a lot more confident at the idea of facing a Fury and ten of Apollo’s kids that shot exploding light and plasma out of their hands.

  The biggest limit was my power each time a sword took out a foe in the real world, it’d drain me by a couple of percent. Even with ten sword blades acting independently, I couldn’t expect to take out more than fifty or so enemies before I simply ran out of power. That was why we had to go on the offensive that afternoon, and keep our aggressive enemies off balance, otherwise they’d just overwhelm us with numbers. It was also why I was going to claim their monsters if I could, at least the ones held locally.

  I grinned at the end of training when I lowered to the ground, and I kissed Shannon breathless before we moved inside. Risk or not, clearly our decision to stick with our morning routine had just paid off in spades. Shannon’s advice and fresh outlook on my power had just changed everything.

  Fortunately, my Elena was able to dry us all off, even as Bonnie fixed all our appearances as soon as we got into the kitchen.

  “That went well, thanks to you, Shannon.”

  Shannon grinned, “Maybe all it took was a new point of view.”

  Maggie asked, “Easier?”

  I shrugged, “Just as much effort taking in three points of view and giving out orders to ten blades, but a far more efficient one. With ten blades, I think I’ll be able to take the fury down and destroy her heart and brain before she can retreat, in one concerted attack that should rip down her protections in ten blows at once. No more furies for years, at least not in the living world. Then I can focus a blade on each of Apollo’s sons while Bonnie slows them down.”