Justice's Ploy: Child of Poseidon: Book Two, page 1
Justice’s Ploy
Child of Poseidon: Book Two
Author: D. R. Rosier
Copyright 2022. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Afterword:
About the Author
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Book Description
Chapter One
The treadmill whined lightly, and my heart pounded steadily as I ran a five K. It was just the next morning after taking down Athena’s assholes, still early at just after eight. I’d already gotten sparring and breakfast out of the way, and we’d come up to the fitness center an hour early for my workout. Today was my first teaching class for the martial arts classes, and I looked forward to it, even if everything in my morning routine had shifted an hour back.
Hali looked amazing on the treadmill next to me, in a pair of tight pink stretchy shorts and a light blue skintight halter top that did nothing at all to stop her gloriously bountiful breasts from bouncing wildly with every step of her jog. She was five foot six and had a gorgeously toned and supple immortal hourglass body that’d forever look perfect and eighteen. Her wildly bouncing and shaking bountiful D cups were perfectly rounded, and she had wondrously rounded hips and a supplely tight yet juicy bubbled ass that made her a perfectly balanced hourglass shape, though slightly exaggerated with her mouthwateringly thin waist.
Her face was classical beauty perfection, with strong cheekbones and full lips. Her gorgeously bright green eyes which I got lost in often, and her wonderfully wavy dark reddish-brown hair caressing her body down to the small of her back.
My Hali was submissive, all my monsters were submissive. They had to be of course, their monster instincts and sides demanded it, that as their mate I be more dominant. Their submissiveness however was wildly different, based on their personalities. That was for me, their mate. For the rest of the world they were fierce and powerful woman and monsters, and very protective of me.
Hali for instance needed a firm hand in all aspects of her life, and she was never happier or more breathless for me than when she was following my orders, on what to wear, what to cook, when and how to pleasure me, and the list went on to include everything. At first, I’d been a little tentative about that, not wanting to abuse it, but at least outside of bed I could feel that need strongly within her. Not just orders, but also being touched, she loved my attention. The blessing of Hestia was forever and always urging me to touch her, brush her body, or hold her hand.
She had a naturally seductive and sensuously musical voice as a mermaid. Her half-goddess powers being bound up in that in part as well. She could also be teasing at times, and cheeky. At first I’d thought it was her way of getting my attention in the hopes of being put firmly in her place, to feel possessed and cherished, as well as safe and protected. That may very well be, but I more than suspected now it was also about her spanking kink. All my monsters loved a good spanking, but my Hali came from one, every single time, and loved to be punished in that way. It was a game of course, one that was fun for me as well. It was also no doubt about her personality. She’d always been tough and a bit of a wiseass as long as I’d known her, so perhaps that aspect of her personality just shifted slightly in her submission to me. Regardless of the cause, one or all three, I loved it when she got sassy.
Lastly, my Hali was the only mate I was truly, deeply and was unalterably in love with, with all my heart, body, and soul. She’d been around me the last five years as my trainer in power, magic, and physical prowess, and from that sixteen-year-old crush it’d grown into a deep connection. She loved me ridiculously and totally as well, her devotion often caught me off guard still.
I was sure I’d have the same with Zarya and Lynn, but they’d only been my mates for two days, since the moment I’d met them for the first time two days ago and claimed them as mine. An insane act, if it hadn’t been for the fact my allies with Aphrodite’s blessing had told me we were compatible mates. There was no doubt we’d grow to love each other, even as my monster twins developed their human side and grew themselves. They were already precious to me because of that.
Well, only guaranteed if we put in the effort, but I was already happily doing that, and as monsters submissive to me they were as well. So the circumstance and fuck up factors that could screw up a compatible mating wasn’t really an issue there at all.
Hestia’s blessing practically guaranteed I couldn’t fail to give them what they needed for us to grow in love.
My twins were gorgeous as well, severely beautiful faces like catwalk models. High and defined cheekbones, flawless complexion, fair lightly tanned skin, with bowed lips, the bottom one pouty and the top nearly full. They were stunning, as was their wavy golden blonde hair and hazel eyes. They were more than twins, something about their monster nature and powers had their minds connected, and over time they’d developed the same walk, sensual movements, facial expressions, attitudes, and everything else.
They even sucked cock in the same exact way.
They had dancer’s bodies, five feet and ten inches, with lovely and generous B cups that were torpedoed. Their nipples were a mouthwatering delicate pink and a hell of a transition from their fair lightly tanned skin, and more than that they were delightfully large when tightened.
They were literally inside each other’s minds and shared thoughts and emotions. They were absolutely impossible to tell apart. If I lost track of them or they both left the room, one of them would give me a hand signal to indicate which one was Lynn when they came back in. They even wore their hair the same, and they wore identical clothes. I’d considered making them stop that latter one to make it easier to tell them apart, but I didn’t because it’d make them unhappy, and honestly it was really eerie but also incredibly erotic.
They fully shared emotions and thoughts as I said, but they also felt a shadow of the other’s sensations. Not fully, more like a light echo of both pleasure and pain. We’d experimented a bit with that last night. I ordered Hali to eat out Zarya while I ate out Lynn, and it made a difference, as they both felt the full impact of their partner, but also a shadow impact of their sister’s pleasure. Let’s just say it was insanely intense and a whole lot of fun.
Right then, they were both in black stretchy shorts and a bright red sports bra and jogging on the other side of me on the next two treadmills. Like Hali, they were totally anti panties and bras and didn’t wear them, and I didn’t make them. I suspected they’d picked that up from her. As I’d mentioned at the end of my first account, they’d also followed Hali’s preference to go nude when we were alone at home, so I’d joined them making it a fully nudist household. It really didn’t bother me, or increase my libido all that much. I’d spent the last five years with hot naked monsters in the oceans after all, and I was used to it. Sure, they were my mates which made it a little different, but I almost always was wanting them anyway, clothes or not.
It’d been their second training day that morning. They were already fierce fighters. Their fighting style built into their nature and as twins their teamwork was fantastic. But Hali and I were going to train them to fight smarter and more protectively of themselves and to not use suicidal tactics. They were mine, my mates, and very much not cannon fodder on the battlefield.
Their submission was opposite of Hali’s outside of bed. They were submissive but all they needed was my acceptance of their touch and service, which my blessing prompted me not only to allow but enjoy. They did like my touch of course, just like Hali liked touching me, but what they really craved was touching me. They dressed for my approval and to be seductive for me, waited on me and doted on me, but all on their terms. They would follow my orders, but they took far more joy in serving my needs as they perceived them. Of course, in bed, they liked to be manhandled and controlled, dominated, and they liked to sleep with me together. Point was though, they were extremely exuberant in their service, to the point it would’ve felt overwhelming and clingy if it wasn’t for the influence of Hestia’s blessing.
Well, maybe. They were compatible to me after all, so maybe I’d have enjoyed their constant attentions anyway. But the blessing ensured it.
Their voices were naturally and sinfully sweet, soft, and were so hot it was almost wrong when they inserted some sultry into their tone. They were amazing, intelligent and willful outside their submission to me, and I couldn’t wait to see them develop and where I’d be taking our family in the future.
Those were my three mates, but I had my eyes on two others.
Katerina, a demigoddess of pleasure that I was trying to lure from her wild daughter of pleasure lifestyle and into my bed. I was already sure she was compatible with me and my mate
Regardless, our first massage and happy ending had gone well four days ago, but she obviously had mixed feelings about mixing friendship and pleasure, and just as equally she couldn’t seem to help herself and wanted both my friendship and the pleasure of my nine-inch length and thick around cock. Friendships with benefits almost always fail for demigoddesses of pleasure, because ultimately any man fucking her would want to possess her. I was guilty of the same, but in my case, Levi had said she was close to ready to settle down, and we were clearly compatible, so there was hope there.
Hope, just no guarantee.
Today would be the second time I spent an hour getting a massage and happy ending from her, and to get to know her further. We’d also been talking via text over the weekend on and off, so I was fairly sure things were going well there. Outside of the fact she had no clue at all of my main goal, she just thought I wanted to be friends, and to be fucking her. I hadn’t lied, but clearly it was better to wait for her to come to the realization herself in time, and not to push her.
She was in a word, magnificent, and she turned me on beyond measure. She wasn’t submissive at all in bed. She was stubborn and controlling but in a giving way, and although she admitted she liked to be ravished and possessed at times, she’d also said that it was very rare for her to be in the mood for that. I had no problem letting her pleasure me how she wanted, I didn’t confuse control with possession. Levi had also told me she was submissive outside of bed, which I already knew from my blessing, but only for a man she’d given herself too, so I had no idea what form that submission would take yet.
My Katerina had dark brown hair and dark chocolate eyes, and she stood at five feet seven inches. She had an hourglass body similar to my Hali, but more toned and athletic and less lush, giving her a less exaggerated curvy waist. Her breasts were perfectly rounded C cups and quite bountiful and pert, and her ass was heart-shaped and delectable. She had lovely and silky dark tanned skin as an Italian beauty. Her face was clearly Italian, with full lips, lovely dark complexion, and a patrician’s nose that was slightly too large for her face, which only made her beauty more striking and mesmerizing in my opinion.
She also had a natural seductively sultry voice, and when she inserted some extra sultry into it then she could make me hard by reciting the phone book.
Lastly was Maris, the sexy as hell and sweetly mischievous river nymph, or naiad as they were called in my world. She was obviously interested, given the lingering kiss and worried look she’d given me last time I’d seen her, and she was a very exotically beautiful creature. Sweet and playful, with a bubbly voice. The problem there was I didn’t know if she was compatible yet, and I didn’t want to claim her unless she was. Once I’d claimed her there was no going back, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her miserable by my expectations that she’d do her duty from out of the water and be with me. Or maybe our personalities would clash.
Point being overall, those two potentials could blow up in my face. Katerina could balk hard once she realized I was seducing her to tie her down and have her commit to a polyamory mating, and Maris could be a non-starter if she winds up being incompatible. The second one would be a lot easier to figure out, all I needed to do was have one of my allies read her and check for compatibility. The problem of course was that I had no way to summon her, nor a way to know when she’d show up next.
Truthfully though, I would try to be Katerina’s friend with benefits if she wasn’t ready. I had no intentions of tricking her or trying to force her. She was breathtaking and magnificent. Perhaps that would be doomed to failure, but perhaps my blessing and me feeling her needs would help stave off the usual jealousies. I wasn’t sure there, I knew I had no right to be jealous, but emotions didn’t yield to logic. I’d had the thought that emotions might yield to need, like the needs I felt through my blessing.
Logic always failed to overcome emotion, because the latter was more visceral. But the needs through my blessing were equally visceral, or so it seemed to me.
Everyone else that worked there that was a demigoddess or monster, was also Levi’s mate, with the exception of Allison, all of whom I was making friendships with. Most of them were easy, all of Levi’s mates were hot as hell, like my mates, but there was no sexual tension there because of that commitment, no more than he wanted my mates.
So, the only difficulty at all was Allison herself who was unattached though I knew she had a thing for Levi that wasn’t solid and wouldn’t be for a long time. Mostly because she was another daughter of pleasure and far too young to settle down. She was quite stunningly beautiful, nineteen, leggy, and a gorgeous light blonde-haired bombshell with brown eyes. She had a graceful and alluring dancer’s body similar to the twins, except her breasts were rounded instead of torpedoed, and she had a rounded ass instead of pear shaped.
It wasn’t just her amazing looks, she was vivaciously sweet and more than a bit of a wicked flirt on top of that, and an absolute joy to be around. She’d make a fantastic friend, and it was something we both wanted. Except, given her nature as a daughter of pleasure, any friendships and affection that way would only deepen her need to share pleasure. It was why daughters of pleasure usually didn’t make friends with anyone but others like them that could handle that kind of thing.
If that line was crossed, most men would get jealous after a while, and want more from her than she could give, which of course made shit blow up. Unlike Katerina, I had no hopes to eventually derail that ending by claiming her as a mate.
So, in short, if we did continue to become closer it’d be all up to me to resist her charms, because I was positive if I gave the green light then she’d climb me like a tree and rock my world in a split second. Hell, I could tell she already wanted to, but actually wanted to be my friend and ally more. Fortunately, I already thought of her as Levi’s, even if she wasn’t any such thing at the moment, they both clearly had love for each other, and that would help me resist as well, along with the friendship itself. Still, not that much, she was obviously giving happy endings all day long, and working as a high-class call girl at nights, so very much free despite my thoughts there. She was… incredible.
But her friendship would be completely worth all the trouble and temptation, nothing in life was perfect after all.
That was a lot of relationships going on, and drama, which was why I was grateful my nascent friendships with Levi and his seven mates was pretty close to drama free. My three mates, two potential and hoped for mates, and Allison’s friendship was already a lot to handle that way with sexual tension and pleasure involved with all of them, save Allison on the pleasure part, unless mental pleasure was included.
The blessing I’d received as Hestia’s champion itself was getting easier to handle already. I had at least two more weeks before I’d mastered it, but even now starting my fourth day with it, it was calmer. My brain had become slightly accustomed to the flow of information, while I did my best to consciously ignore it and let my subconscious process all the information. I could even focus it now. I could focus on an individual and let the rest of it stay in the background. But it still took far too much concentration and was tiring to my mind. Still, it’d be worth it when I was done, and I could just suppress it all the time when I either wasn’t at home or here and working.
Once that was done, all I’d have to do was control my actions, and not give into every temptation to ease a problem or warm someone’s day by giving them what they needed. It needed to be focused on home and business, and that’s it. But for now, leaving it on all the time was good training until my subconscious could handle the rest of it. Both to handle the information flow, or to pull it in altogether, without all that much conscious focus involved.
Like everything in life, it’d click eventually, but only with concentration, focus, will, and training. Nothing was easy and this was no different, if a bit harder than most. I was no stranger to discipline. It’d taken me five long years of solid training to master my power, get a good strong grip of my magic sensitivity and witchcraft, as well as master several martial arts and ancient weapon styles.
