I moaned wantonly as I started to come down, panting wildly and trying to catch my breath through my nose, even as I kept milking him luxuriously with my hand to get every last yummy drop.

  He pulled me up off of him, and manhandled me up his body to claim a kiss. Goddess, he really was perfect, as he even used tongue despite what I’d just been doing. I couldn’t help but grind against his flagging cock, my messy and heated sex humming with both spent pleasure and the desire for more.

  His hand went down my back and grabbed my ass so possessively it made me whimper into his mouth. Goddess, I loved being owned, and he was a man and knew how to do it.

  “Sir,” I said breathily into his mouth.

  “Yes, baby?” He asked, still kissing me, kneading my ass, and now he was lightly pulling and playing with my dark brown hair.

  “You’re driving me crazy, sir.”

  He chuckled, a low sexy chuckle that made my pussy clench.

  “It’s mutual, you are… overwhelming.”

  I asked, “In a good way?”

  He moaned, “In the best way, baby. Line me up, I need to be inside you.”

  Goddess, he was ready again already? He grabbed both my ass cheeks firmly to hold me still, as I lined him up with my hand, then he bent his knees and started to pound up into me. His eyes glazing over with pleasure and lust, as I got lost in my own. Powerful waves of pleasure radiated into my body as he made me bounce on his driving and wickedly fast thrusts, filling me again and again.

  I wasn’t pinned this time though, and I started to twerk my hips, clench him as our bodies met and added a grind of my own to milk his outward thrust as I rose up, then loosened and pounded my sex back down impaling myself again.

  His eyes widened in shock, and I felt a smugly wicked joy at rocking his world. I wasn’t just a pretty face with a hot body, I knew how to use it. I’d never had any complaints, at any rate, and he looked both insanely possessive, lost in a dark possessive lust, as I worked him with wanton abandon.

  Then I broke out the big guns, and I subsumed myself in my pleasure mantle. And I let the power guide my already not insignificant talents in bed. It improved my timing and angle just slightly, so every part of the clench, milk, slide, and grind was absolutely perfect and consistent, flowing and more natural in our rocking and twerking bodies, and giving my partner and myself the most pleasure possible. It was overwhelming me, but it had him racing for the edge. Which was a thrill, next time I blew him I’d have to remember to do that. I was a fantastic cock sucker, but it wouldn’t hurt to up my game a little more for the man of my dreams.

  It was amazing for me, besides the naughty feeling and thrill at being a good whore for him, just on the pleasure side of things too.

  He growled, “Fucking cheater, but don’t you dare stop doing that.”

  I giggle gasped in pleasure, then he started to squeeze my tits, and pulled one down to his mouth and bit down. My pussy convulsed hard at that, and I let out a gasp.

  “I love you playing with my tits, sir.”

  He grunted, “So do I, I love your huge tits, and your tight hot cunt.”

  I shivered in a good way, and worked him even harder, faster as he started to pound me with everything he had.

  He said, “Baby, too damn good,” he said almost in apology.

  That admission, that I’d broken his control, made me cum hard, like suddenly getting hit by an oncoming train, it stole over me with a shock of lightning and an explosive storm rising stealthily from the depths of my being before shattering me into bright shards of rapturous bliss. The orgasmic pleasure riddled through my body, and my milking sex as I sloppily rocked on him, made him cum hard.

  He roared, “Natasha!” and I felt a transcendent and feminine joy as he started to fill me, his cock pulsing like a heartbeat, flooding me with his hot cream.

  He kissed me sloppily, possessively as we started to come down. His hands had my ass in a vise grip, as if I had any intention or wish for him to leave my body. The after bliss hit me hard as our kiss grew languid, sweet, and so very doting.

  I giggled and snuggled in tight, as he pulled me to the side and then against him.

  “Hi, sir. That was amazing.”

  He said, “You’re blowing my mind, baby. I’ve never met anyone like you before, you’re not just willing your… amazing in bed.”

  I said, “I’m stronger than most girls because of being born as a demigod, and that includes my floor muscles. Flexible enough you haven’t strained me at all yet, and I have above average stamina as well. Besides, I’ve always believed sex was a team sport. Sure, you’d still get off if I just lied there, but it’s so much more fun the other way. There’s a thrill in working so hard for your pleasure.”

  He snickered, “I appreciate that.”

  I giggled, “I bet you do.”

  He said, “I also thought you were cheating most of the time, until you started cheating, imagine my shock when I found out that was all pure talent.”

  I kissed his chest, “Thank you, sir. I endeavor to be the best whore for you as I can, sir.”

  He spanked my ass, “You’re going to get me hard again with that kind of talk.”

  “I see, and that’s bad, sir?”

  He chuckled, “No, of course not, I just want to cuddle for a minute, and let my mind catch up.”

  I grinned wickedly. I loved the fact I’d totally overwhelmed and awed him, and we’d barely pushed the edges of what I was willing to do for him. Maybe it was time for a hint.

  “Of course, sir. Then I won’t mention how jealous my tits and ass are of my mouth and pussy yet, sir.”

  He spanked me.

  I sighed wickedly, “That’s not what I meant, but it’ll do for now, sir.”

  He chuckled.

  I added in a sweet tone, “I’m enjoying this too, honey. I love the way you’re holding me, looking at me, it makes the princess in me come out to play.”

  He accused, “You’re trouble.”

  I giggled, “Yes, I really am, the good kind I hope.”

  He replied, “The best.”

  We cuddled for a while, then our first night continued, and as I’d hoped he’d boldly claimed the rest of my body. He took my tits first, and it was a thrill getting blasted in the face with more ropes of cum, which I licked and scooped up.

  I’d always liked anal, because of the whole princess and whore thing. In the past it’d made me feel super submissive, deliciously vulnerable. It was in a way the ultimate submission, and a high. I also liked the full feeling of it, a burn just on the edge of pain and the tingles of a hard silky cock sliding through my sphincter and deep inside my tight and hot ass. Mostly, it had been a mental thrill, and there’d been some pleasure in it. Enough to cum, if I also teased my clit a little.

  But that night was different, not just because I’d found the man of my dreams either. My mantel, and my new immortal body, had changed that equation. It was still everything I said, but it was also an avalanche of pleasure. I mean, I could come from getting reamed alone now, orgasm hard and often, as if the pleasure part of my mantel had ensured I’d take pleasure in the act.

  Likely in any sex act.

  It was… amazing, really, and I couldn’t wait to have his cock in my ass again. Being his submissive and obedient ass whore was the hottest I’d ever felt in my life, and it was so much pleasure I’d cum for him non-stop. It’d been his fifth round, so he’d lasted a good long time, despite me clenching my ass around him to make it better for him.

  It was a magical night, and when we got up to shower my whole body was deliciously sore, from my jaw to my well fucked pussy and ass. I could heal it with a spell, but I loved the sensations of it, and I knew with my immortal body it would fade all too fast anyway. I’d only get to enjoy the sore dirty girl feeling it gave me for a few hours.

  Just to make things better, he finally and truly used me for his pleasure, used me at a time that it truly took me by surprise. No asking, not even a kiss first, he just picked me up, slammed me into the shower wall under the hot spray, and then just took his pleasure in me. Pounded up into me like he owned my ass, and I was for his pleasure. No opportunity to say no, or anything like that. No waiting for my pleasure, no trying to get me to cum, no holding back his own pleasure, he just pounded me up and down that tile wall until he filled me with his pleasure.

  It was… glorious, and it made me so hot that I came so hard it made me dizzy under the hot spray and steam. It was exactly what I wanted from him, needed even, to be owned and used. To be my man’s relief, and so irresistible he just couldn’t help fucking me like an animal and dumping a load in me or on me, whether I came or not. So of course, I came hard for him, more than once.

  I wanted more than that of course, a lot more, but also needed that from my man.

  The sunlight was coming in the windows, it was time to move on from New Orleans, staying two nights would be a mistake. I felt a little tired, but a small amount of focus had my body zinging with exuberant energy. I loved not needing sleep, it meant a lot of time for sex marathons and still having more time in the day to get other things done.

  The door opened and a young man looked at me with a wary face, that quickly turned to confused admiration as he took me in. I was in another red dress, this one light and breezy as Gary would say. A summer thin dress that hugged my curves and ended in a swishy skirt down to just above my knees. It completely covered my cleavage as well, just showing off my upper chest, arms, and shoulders as well as my lower legs.

  Gary was right down the hall waiting for me.

  “Is Carrie in there?”

  Carrie’s brand-new husband Michael blinked, then checked the hallway before opening the door a little more. Carrie was in a robe and tying it as she moved toward the door, and she narrowed her eyes in question.

  I smiled, “I know you’re on your honeymoon,” I lifted the lily, “A gift for you.”

  They were trying to get pregnant on their honeymoon, but what they didn’t know was that she had scarring that would make it impossible, from a very incompetently done pelvic exam two years ago.

  Lily looked confused, but she smiled at the flower, “Do we know you?”

  “Nope, I was staying two rooms over with my boyfriend, and we heard you were on your honeymoon. I know it’s silly, but it’s a gift. The lily stands for love and fertility, maybe you two will get lucky?”

  She blushed, then reached out and took the lily, “Thank you,” and her confused face added I think, but she didn’t say it out loud.

  I grinned and waved, “Congratulations, and good luck.”

  Not that they’ll need luck, not anymore. One day the person I tried to gift wasn’t going to take the flower, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it when it happened.

  Gary smiled at me, “You always have a joyful serenity about you when doing that. You’re so beautiful, Natasha.”

  I smiled, and leaned my head on his chest as he hugged me close. Still treating me like a princess outside of bed, check.

  Gary said, “Let’s grab breakfast at a diner, before we move on?”

  I nodded, “Whatever you want, honey.”

  Gary grinned, “My submissive princess this morning?”

  I giggled, “It’s just breakfast. Don’t make me take you two stepping.”

  Gary made a mock horrified face, and I started to laugh as darkness billowed out, and when it cleared, we were on the side of a diner next to a F-350.

  “One good thing about that is it’s not nearly as bright or attention getting as my golden power.”

  Gary snickered, “True. When were you thinking about the bond?”

  “In a hurry?”

  Gary nodded, “Don’t want you getting away, even if you do like country music.”

  I giggled, “Let’s go in, I’m starving. All that working out we just did. Oh, to answer your question, as soon as there is love to bond it to, in both of us, and with your permission of course.”

  He said teasingly, “Of course.”

  He wrapped an arm around me, and I leaned against him as I went inside, no doubt a dopey and affectionate smile on my face. It wasn’t true love, but it was true affection, with a lot of hope attached to it.

  We took a seat in a booth.

  He asked, “The plan?”

  I nodded, but the waitress came over and took our orders. I got a coffee, chocolate chip pancakes with whip cream, and a blueberry muffin. He got a western omelet with a side of two pancakes.

  “Okay, so call it Pantheon Makeover time. We need his rule, he was made for it and despite being who he is he’s best for it. Others would just do even worse, I think, but he’s also a corrupted bastard who thinks he can jail anyone that dares to speak out against him, his political enemies, not to mention making slaves of other gods.”

  He frowned, “Gods?”

  I nodded, “None of the other tier-ones, his godly brothers and sisters, but my source tells me he has Brandon and two other tier twos under his control. Umm, Aria and Gregory, the new Nike and Hephaestus. Apparently, Aria’s whole thing as the goddess of victory is seeing battles and knowing victories. In short, she’s seen too much of his shenanigans, all the people he punished, and she knew they didn’t deserve it.

  “I suspect that’s why the old Nike was kept at Zeus’s side as well, simple and political information control, although according to Greek myth it was a reward, but we all know that’s a bunch of bullshit. I’m not sure about Hephaestus, there’s no obvious reasonable guess for him outside of being dangerous to Nate in some way and Nate was unwilling to do without his skills. Like you, they’re only compelled to follow his orders, then he zips things up with normal orders.”

  Gary nodded, “Okay, so how does that help us?”

  “Well, freeing those three will leave no doubt of his crimes. But you’re right, let’s get to the meat of the plan which is a makeover. Nate is like an absolute monarch of the past, we need a modern government structure to add checks and balances against corruption. Step one is kicking his ass, freeing the others, and making sure he knows it’s not acceptable behavior to punish anyone that doesn’t break our laws. Step two is we need a real council. A watchdog council. That part of the plan has evolved since meeting you.

  “I plan for the council to be us two and three others. One more god of light and dark mantels, and then a neutral one. We review all of his sentences, and if it’s political we tell him to fuck off. We also tell him that Tartarus is the only prison, so he won’t be able to sneak things past us. My father will help with that as well. If he finds any missing gods, he’ll give us a heads up.”

  “A real council?” he asked.

  I shrugged, ‘The current council is not a real council. It’s a cabinet of advisors that’s really just there to validate him as king and satisfy his ego. It’s not like they get to vote on anything, nor are they allowed to express an opinion opposite that idiot.

  “Our council will vote on any suspicious sentences handed down by Nate. If it doesn’t pass the smell test, we free the victim and kindly remind Nate to stop being a corrupted asshat.”

  He chuckled, “He’ll fight us, every step of the way.”

  “Right, except we’ll be family, and we’ll have each other’s back and always be together. Nate won’t be able to beat us, not alone or with tier-two allies. So our hardest job will be to convince the other tier-ones it’s a good idea, and that they should stay out of it. If even one of them sides with Nate the plan is a bust, but I don’t think it’s likely. A few of them might be stirred to save his life or rule, but since we’re only threatening his pride and making him act with honor, I don’t think they’ll fight us.

  “The rest of the council will be there mostly to offer their vote, at least as far as the plan.”

  He frowned, “Mostly? What are you up to?”

  I giggled, “Who, me? All three of the candidates think Nate’s corrupt behavior is contemptible. They’ll all serve if we can keep them safe, and they’ll feel a moral duty to do so for the sake of themselves and others. I may have asked to have a few more parameters added to the search, but it has less to do with the plan than with other matters.”

  Gary sighed, “Spit it out.”

  I grinned, “Well. They’re all female, they’re all open to polyamory, and they’re all looking for love and not just empty pleasure. They also may be umm, compatible with us. Yeah.”

  He snorted, “You’re kidding?”

  I shrugged, “It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, as a strong family of five, bonded by love, we’ll want to stay together. That will make us all safer, not to mention enrich our personal lives. Three tier-twos don’t make a tier-ones power, but they could be the edge we need if Nate finds a tier-one to play with him to put us down. Then we could face both.”

  He got a considered look on his face, “Wow, okay. I was kind of thinking the whole polyamory thing was a far future idea with a small chance of happening. How did you get this information?”

  I said, “Dad.”

  He started to laugh.

  I frowned, “What?” asking in a hurt tone.

  He grinned, “Just… well, you’re a modern woman, and you just had your dad set up arranged marriages.”

  I gaped, then giggled, “I suppose I did, but only three out of four. I found you on my own.”

  I was also kind of okay with that, I trusted my father, and to argue with the seer would be stupid. I had no doubt he picked the best three goddesses to be in my family.

  He winked, “Alright, we can try it, but if both his brothers assist him, we’ll all die.”

  I sighed, “I know, but they really don’t get along, and I don’t think any of them will mind seeing him humbled a bit. Nate isn’t loved, he’s feared for being a corrupt asshat who kills or jails his personal enemies. Without you to back him, that will also put spine in the other tier ones who dislike him.”

  He nodded, “We’re not going to jail him at all?”

  I shook my head, “Not this time. I mean, technically his horrific treatment of his fellow gods is legal right now. He’s above the law, it’s only his mantel of justice he’s betraying. We can’t grandfather in a crime, that wouldn’t be fair even if he does deserve it. But once we set the rules of the new government and explain he can be taken to task for his actions, then we will jail his ass if we have to.”