While browsing a magical weapon shop i saw the familiar athletic shape of Thalia from the bar. Hair tied back in a ponytail, grey lycra gear showing off her incredible figure. She was on an archery range. Quiver on her back, a large recurve bow steadily humming away as she pulled aimed and shot.

Almost every shot was a bullseye not wanting to bother her in her rhythm I picked a target a few spots down. Launching my pilum, weird little javelins the Romans used with pyramids like tips.

I was not as graceful as I had hoped. My strength and dexterity helped but I had no skill with the weapons. Still I had hit the target a few times at least. I launched one, bouncing it off the side and it tumbled back almost halfway to me.

Wild laughter and a slow clap came from behind me. I turned to find Thalia laughing heartily, head up. Clapping steadily a genuine tear in her eye.

"Yeah well im a better shot with a gun." I said self consciously abandoning the quiver of javelins

"I'm sure you are." She said sympathetically. Nodding her head.

"Oh hush. Not all of us can be Olympic level archers over here." I said gesturing at her target the red circle in the center almost perfectly covered in arrows.

"So you did see me and not say hello." She said a pout on her lips.

"Yeah. I mean I wanted to. But it's different out here in the real world, compared to where you work. I was a bouncer in the mortal world. I know bartenders and dancers flirt professionally, I didn't want to put you in a weird spot here. Or maybe i didn't want to crush the hopes and dreams that some of that might be real." I said what I hoped was a roguish grin on my face.

"Oh a man who actually thinks? Are you a unicorn kin? Or just gay? She asked with a sad look on her face.

"Damn i have emotional intelligence so i must be too good to be true or gay?" I asked.

"Usually. Or its an act to draw me in. Let the asshole out later." She retorted.

"I can show you my asshole now if you want." Reaching for my belt buckle and turning around. "I think I can make it wink at you."

"She rushed over to grab my hands. Eyes wide. "Not what I meant and you know it."

"I know. We were getting way to serious though." Why don't we head out. Ill treat you to some lunch and you can tell me how you learned to shoot like that. Anything else you want to share.``

"Ok. But you have to do some sharing too" she said warningly. A bright smile on her face. A finger gently poking me with every word.

We found ourselves at a small cafe. I was sipping on a mocha frappe. Thalia had some type of Keto protein drink. I gestured at her "Well I invited you so it's only fair you get some questions answered first."

"Oh, gentlemen, how refreshing." she said. "Ok. How long have you been working for the Unseen house?" Leaning forward looking me in the eyes.

I glanced at my watch. "About 26 hours now" I said truthfully.

"In less than a day you became the chief of a security company?" She asked skeptically.

"Yeah" I said slowly. Keeping eye contact with her brown eyes.

"What are you, like in the house? Not just a vassal the way kelly's mom backed off from telling you off." She asked.

"I was just human. Now i'm Hades' first chosen lord," I said. "But please don't make it weird. I'm still Chris. Just Chris." I hastily added, as I saw her demeanor begin to change stiffening and ready to bolt all at the same time. Maybe frozen between the two.

"Um lords don't do casual coffee dates. Actually no one high level in a house hierarchy does. Usually its work and sex, but that doesnt seem like what you want."

"Its not. " i said. "Why the sad look?"

Her face had fallen. "I'm sorry I think I got the wrong idea of what you wanted." She said quietly.

"Oh? I want to date you, if thats what you mean, but i have no idea how any of this works" i said quickly "I'm struggling with this multiple women plus concubine stuff after a life of monogamy and not even much of that, is that what you got?"

She looked at me stunned. "Is that all?" She asked. "Look its the way here it has been forever. We do what we need to. The houses provide safety and its good to be part of one if it fits you." She shrugged. "Its the way of things, i don't mind dating but i would like to be your vassal. And I want to do everything that entails fighting and fucking." She whispered. Her tan skin once again flushing.

"Ok." I said dumbly.

"There are some things you should know." She said,

"Ok" I said again. Master of communication, thats me!

"I had a bad breakup with a member of the house of Moroz, his name is Jack. He is strong an upper level enforcer and wants me back. I've kind of been hiding from him."

"Oh why did it not work? Typical ass hat?" I asked. Leaning forward.

"Yeah. He wanted sex and needed all his desires filled, but um he had no intrest in fulfilling my uh needs." She said blushing. "On top of being a true asshole. He fooled me for a long time. He thinks he owns me but I never swore to be his vassal."

"Needs huh. Kink I'm assuming?" I asked

"Yes." She whispered "no one seems to want or be able to give me what I need."

"Tell me more." I said, very interested.

"I like to be dominated. But my power makes it hard. I am an internal life magic user. I can't use spells externally. I just heal fast. I can push my body to incredible limits. Stronger and faster. Peak human but it's dangerous for normal people."

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"Right, ok. So like moms that flip cars off their kids." I said. "You like consensual non consent?" I asked?

"Yes, and yes, and a healthy dose of praise and degradation." She said full on blushing, practically glowing.

"Ok. I think i can manage that." I said easily. "Like every day all day, or only in the bedroom?"

She looked up. "Um, I don't mind a bit during the day. But more in the bed."

"Right. Don't want to upset the good people." I said an easy while as I gestured around us.

"Exactly." She said. Her head down ponytail falling over her right shoulder.

"Will this conversation be this easy with every female I add to the squad?" I asked.

"Pretty much." She said. "We live hard lives fighting, we could die at any minute even though we could live hundreds of years. It is easier this way. Find partners to have fun with. Maybe become vassals or whatever. But nobles are rare here I dont think this territory ever had a lord" She said grinning. A light in her eyes.

"What about Liz and Kate?" She said, "You guys left together last night?" She asked.

"We did. I offered jobs helping to fight monsters that prey on mortals. Concubines i guess with no expectation of sex." I said, sipping my drink.

"Kate is a kinky bitch too. She will want to be a vassal. Eliza, Liz will too. She just has issues with nobles. But who doesn't?" She shrugged, then stiffened realizing who she was talking to. "Sorry."

I laughed earnestly. "It's ok, I am not happy with the state of this world. I hope we can change it. But we will be protecting mortals and lower ranked people like Liz and Kate."

"Sounds good,'' she said. "What's the pay like? I need armor and weapons."

I grinned standing up. Holding out my hand. She took it with interlocking fingers. "Oh that's on me. I get to watch you in the dressing rooms though."

"Deal." she said blushing.

"Then we shower." I said leaning down, continuing so only she could hear . "You are filthy, sweaty little slut."

She choked on her drink, coughing and spluttering. A deep red flush blossoming.

We went back through several stores. Bought her a massive compound bow. I would have trouble firing it repeatedly over prolonged combat, but she assured me it would be fine, her self healing abilities allowing for incredible feats of strength. She also found a buckler and war hammer combo. The buckler was a solid dark stained oak and metal affair. Simple but would get the job done. The hammer was also a simple flanged head, leading back into a wicked spike. The same dark stained wood dark brass langets attaching the head to the haft. A black leather wrapped handle completing its gothic look.

A very expensive charm bracelet. Enchanted to hold all her weapons as shrunken charms she could easily put away and retrieve. I vaguely remembered a magic item like it in a dungeon and dragons game. It was perfect for her, stored her bow, and allowed for a quick switch to the buckler and hammer.

While waiting for the owner of Wyatt's leather goods to adjust a set of armor to Thalia's athleticly muscled frame, we ducked into another store. It was crazy how many magical stores were hidden in plain view. For instance the same little mall that housed Wyatt's leather goods where mythical people came to buy enchanted leather armor, or regular people came for wallets and boots, also had a normal Big five.

We went in to get Thalia some garments to wear under the armor. The world has evolved beyond simple cotton gambesons. Under armor had a line of motorcycle armor to protect from road rash that would substitute nicely and prevent overheating.

Thalia, having picked a few selections she thought would match her new armor, began leading me by my hand to the dressing room. A clerk clearing her throat pointed to a one person per dressing room sign.

Thalia blushed again. I let go of her hand, her face falling. Shoulders slumped not looking at the clerk. Hiding her face and disappointment in a curtain of her thick dark hair.

I smiled at the clerk then winked. Moving as if to look at the display of sunglasses. Then when she looked away I turned. Found a shadow in the corner of the room Thalia was about to enter and stepped into the shadow of a mannequin displaying scuba gear and suddenly I was moved. A small sigh of displaced air. One minute faceing Thalia the next standing behind her. I noticed in a mirror my brown eyes glowing a subtle shade of purple. That's neat. I thought.

I remained cloaked in the shadow, watching as Thalia began disrobing, I watched her corded muscle move and stretch beneath her skin as she brought her top above her head, and her shoulders bunch as she awkwardly twisted her arm back to unhook her bra.

Her large round breasts barely dropped at all after she removed the garment that was supposed to be supporting them. To my surprise she fondled and rubbed her breasts and let out a heavy sigh.

"Soon." She said to herself.

I smiled wickedly. She would get something sooner than she thought. I stepped forward out of the shadow. One arm around her waist. One grabbing the wrist of the hand that was fondling herself. A shadowy tendril from my new shadow bind spell snapping out from the corner of the room to cover her mouth, stifling a startled yelp.

"You naughty little whore." I whispered in her ear. "So selfish starting play time without me."

I gestured with my amethyst glowing hand. More shadow binds came down from the shadowy corners of the small dressing room. Joining the one closing her mouth and collecting wrists and ankles gently reeling back into the shadow, until she was forced out spread eagle.

While she was bound and outstretched I reached under her arms. I ran my hands over her densely muscled sides and shoulders, she wasn't physically powerful looking. Her muscles are just ridiculously dense. So she was as powerful as any roided out gym junkie, but simply looked toned and athletic.

I continued running my hands over her. Admiring her body. Finally my hands fell on her hips. I moved my hands slowly forward reaching her pelvis, then continuing forward and down. Finally my fingers on either side of her already glistening lips of her sex.

She moaned out into the shadow around her mouth. I moved up and away from her sex. Up the tight V shape of her abs. Finally palming her perky breasts. Squeezing the perfect handfuls of flesh firmly. She moaned again, struggling slightly against her shadowy restraints.

I kept my left hand there slowly, firmly, and rhythmically kneading her breast. I reached up with my right hand into her thick mane of dark hair, grabbing a handful of thick silky hair and firmly pulling back, and to the right. I kissed the densely muscled shoulder and up slowly placing kisses up until my mouth rested at her ear.

"Look at you, you little slut. Only took me a few seconds and you are already putty in my hands." I whispered gently.

Another moan and squirming as she wiggled her sharply firm ass into my thighs. Our height differences made what she was trying to do, Wiggling into my crotch deliciously ineffective, I chuckled into her ear.

"Look at this. I already trained my little fuck puppet to wag her tail for me."

"Uunghg." Was all she managed to get out in an almost agonized groan.

Again I gestured at the shadowy darkness of the tendril. I knew instinctively the spell would last as long as I supplied mana. And I could manipulate the magic within certain bounds. The tendrils lifted her, floating her up until her ass and sex were directly in my face. Her arousal obvious as her sex flowering and open as begging for penetration.

I did not give it what it wanted. Instead stepping close. My hot breath stimulating the sensitive flesh.

"You have such a pretty pussy for such a naughty undisciplined slut." I said to her furiously wiggling behind. My voice and breath stimulating her even more. "But I can't reward a naughty, slutty vassal for touching my stuff without permission."

I placed one long slow kiss on each labia, and the hood of her clit, the very tip of which I could see poking out. She moaned again, long and slow and agonized.

"Ill see you on the other side slut, i hope you learn some restraint by then." I said firmly.

She let out such a sad disheartening sound I almost gave in. But I mustered my considerable will. And suddenly I was out by the mannequin again.