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Death came to the Motherhouse of the Sisters of Mary Magdalene. What was once a bastion against the darkness was profaned as the Tyrants sent their servant, Samnag Soun, to plunder, and Lilith sent one of her foul daughters to oppose. The first blow in their war was struck in distant France.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Mary Glassner

I groaned as my family writhed in ecstasy around me. It had been a long day. Mark and I had started video conferencing, bringing more and more members of the government under our power. And it was time to unwind. Last night, I promised my family Mark and I would revel with them, to celebrate our survival.

It was time to pay up.

I shuddered as two pairs of strong, masculine hands gripped my breast. My hands reached out, touching their bodies. I stroked down Mark’s muscular physique and my father’s softer flesh. Though older, he was still so sexy to me.

He was my daddy.

I found their hard cocks as they both sucked on my nipples. I gripped them, stroking up and down their shafts as their hungry lips suckled. Pleasure shot through me, racing down to my pussy. I moaned, adding to the sounds my two sisters and mother made as they played with Damian and George, my sisters’ boyfriends.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the feel of my dad’s and my husband’s cocks in my hand. “Oh, you two are spoiling me. I can tell how much you love me.”

They both looked up at me, Dad with his green eyes and Mark with his blue. I could feel their love. Their hands roamed my body, moving out from my tits, caressing me. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hands stroking their dicks faster and faster.

I rubbed my thumb across the crowns of both their dicks, making them moan about my nipples. Which just made my pussy hotter and hotter. Mark’s hands slid down my belly, finding my pussy. I shuddered as he rubbed his finger through my pussy, stirring me up before he moved it lower, sliding into my butt-cheeks.

And rubbing my pussy juices on my asshole.

“Oh, my horny stallion wants a taste of his filly’s ass?” I gasped.

Mark released my nipple, his finger gathering more of my pussy juices. This time, he pushed his digit into my asshole, lubing me with my cream. “I’m going to pound your ass while you writhe on your dad’s dick.”

“Oh, you spoil me,” I groaned. Mark didn’t like me fucking other guys, but he understood the special place a girl held in her heart for her father.

“Always.”

I gasped as he sucked on my nipple hard. Dad released mine, staring at Mark, nodding his head. He approved of my husband, how he cared for me, how he always made sure I was loved and pleasured. Mark was such a giving man despite how selfish he could be with others.

I felt his love as he shared me with my father.

“Mmm, Daddy, we’re going to have fun,” I moaned, leaning down to kiss my dad on the lips.

It was so hot kissing my father, my hands tightening on their dicks. It was so exciting, so taboo. My breasts rubbed against his chest as I kissed him, turning my body so Mark could get easier access to my ass. I had to let go of his cock, though.

Mark didn’t mind.

I rubbed my dad’s chest while his hands found my breasts. Dad squeezed them, making me shiver and moan into our kiss. I squirmed, Mark’s fingers penetrating my cunt. Two digits soaking in my juices for a minute before he brought them to my asshole.

And wiggled them into me.

I shuddered as Mark pumped them in and out, my asshole greedy for something even bigger—his cock. I moaned into Dad’s mouth, my body pressing against his. I grabbed his cock, bringing it to my hot pussy.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your little girl!”

“Yes,” Mark groaned, excitement in his voice. “Fuck your daughter, Sean.”

Dad grinned at me as he thrust his cock into my pussy. I shuddered at the taboo violation of paternal love. Twisting it into lust. My cunt clenched as his dick dove so deep into me, reaching into my pregnant snatch, making me shudder at the friction.

“Daddy!” I moaned. “You’re in me.”

“And you’re so hot and tight. Just like your mother.”

“And my sisters?” I asked.

Dad grinned. “Oh, yes.”

“Fuck,” Mark groaned behind me as I kissed my dad.

His cock pumped in and out of my pussy. I savored the slow glide, my pussy clenching on his girth, drinking in the taboo friction. I shivered while Mark moved his cock between the cheeks of my ass. He pressed against my sphincter, prelubed and ready.

My husband kissed at my neck as he drove his cock into my bowels. I shivered, both my holes now stuffed by the dicks of the two men I loved. My daddy’s and my husband’s. Every girl should experience this wondrous delight, sandwiched between her men, writhing as they humped against her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, eyes fluttering. “Oh, this is so hot, Daddy.”

“It is,” Mark groaned, his dick pumping faster, his crotch slapping into my ass, the thrusts pressing me into my daddy’s form.

I kissed Dad again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he thrust his cock over and over into my pussy. I shuddered, both my holes burning with different fires. The silky delight in my cunt and the velvety heat in my bowels.

I writhed between them, working my holes along their plunging cocks. The pleasure rippled through my body. I moaned into my kiss with Dad, celebrating our taboo family love. Around me, my sisters, their boyfriends, and Mom gasped and groaned, the hotel beds creaking as we loved each other.

We were all so close. I would do everything to keep them safe. To protect my family, my husband, from the dangers that were coming. Lucifer wouldn’t take over the world. Mark and I would stop him. Just like we’d stop these warlocks popping over the place.

Everyone would be safe. The world would be paradise.

“Mare,” Mark groaned, thrusting faster, working that wonderful dick in and out of my bowels.

I broke the kiss with Dad, moaning, “Yes, yes, fuck my ass. Mmm, my naughty stallion loves my ass as much as my daddy loves my pussy.”

“It’s such a hot pussy,” Dad groaned, thrusting harder.

I shuddered, my clit grinding into his pubic bone every time he buried into me. My back arched, rubbing my tits against him. The pleasure fluttered through me as I writhed between my two men. I was so happy, so loved.

“Fuck me,” I groaned. “Make me explode. Make me cum.”

“Yes,” Mark and Dad groaned together, their dicks thrusting harder, their heavy balls thwacking into my flesh.

They were both so full of cum for me. I clamped my pussy and asshole down on their thrusting cocks, increasing the friction. My holes drank in the pleasure. The dual delights surged through me, meeting in my pussy, dancing, swirling, caressing each other.

Driving me wild.

My body thrashed as my orgasms exploded through me over and over. My holes writhed about their thrusting cocks. Pussy and asshole both convulsed, massaging their dicks. I groaned, the rapture reaching my mind, caressing me with bliss.

“Cum in me!” I groaned. “Please! Give it to me!”

“Yes,” Dad groaned. “I’ll cum in you, baby girl.”

“Do it,” Mark groaned. “Flood your daughter’s cunt. Flood my wife’s pussy!”

“Yes!” I squealed, my pleasure boiling my mind.

Mark buried his cock into my asshole. His dick erupted. I shivered, smiling as his cum spurted so hot and thick into my bowels. That delicious delight surging into me. And then Dad rammed his dick into my pussy, grunting.

More cum flooding my body.

My pussy drank in the incestuous flood of jizz. I groaned, spasming as my holes milked their cocks. My eyes fluttered. They both grunted and groaned, so manly, their bodies so solid as I writhed between them.

“I love you both,” I moaned.

“Love you, Mare,” groaned my husband as he fired the last blast of cum into my bowels.

“Yes, love you, baby girl,” panted Dad, his hand sliding down to my belly. “My beautiful, pregnant daughter.”

“I bet someone wants to fuck their granddaughter,” Mark laughed. “When she’s old enough.”

“If I have a daughter,” I said, snuggling between them. “We don’t know yet.”

“I know,” Mark insisted.

“Because you told your sperm.” I smiled. “Why not? You do have mind control powers.”

I felt so safe between them, so loved. All the problems of the world, having to prepare for Lucifer’s inevitable escape, ensuring that we could defend ourselves, everyone else. Mark and I made our choices, made our pacts, and I would not let the world burn for them. Sam’s mission could not fail. We needed the Matmown to have a safe place to plot without Lucifer watching us.

But all those fears were outside the embrace of my dad and my husband. I just snuggled between them, floating on the delight of my orgasm. All those problems could wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I celebrated with my family.

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Wednesday October 2nd, 2013 – Sam Soun

As our early morning flight on British Air took off from Heathrow Airport in London to Toulouse in Southern France, the entire plane was abuzz about the woman found badly assaulted in the restroom in the terminal. She was discovered around midnight local time. Since then, I kept Candy and me where there were people around. Safety in the herd. I took no chances and made sure my bronze dagger—enchanted to harm spiritual beings—was easily accessible.

“They say she had bite marks on her thighs and breasts,” a passenger in the seat in front of us whispered to the woman sitting next to her. “Like something had drunk her blood.”

“I heard the girl was naked and delirious when they found her,” the second passenger whispered back. “They say she was…” The passenger gave a quick look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. “…masturbating. The poor thing was barely conscious from blood loss and still jilling herself.”

“It sounds like one of Lilith’s children, Sam,” Candy whispered to me. “One of the Akula.”

“Alukah,” I absently corrected, thumbing my earlobe. I had my carry-on bag sitting on my lap, dagger accessible. “We may be in some danger.”

The plane started taxiing to the runway and Candy’s eyes widened. “You think it’s after us?”

“Yes.” I tried to sound calmer than I felt. “It must know about our mission.”

Anger flashed in Candy’s eyes. “Then why did they only send the two of us? Why not send a few of those sluts they call bodyguards to protect us. The way they dress, I’m sure the Alukah would be pestering the guard and leaving us alone.”

Why did Mark and Mary send us alone? To not attract attention? They certainly couldn’t come to France without causing a firestorm. I had grabbed a copy London Times while we were waiting for our connecting flight to France and read that the UK was embroiled in a vote of no confidence against their Prime Minister for supporting Mark. Further, the editors of the paper lauded the President of France for condemning the Prime Minister along with Mark and Mary.

“We will be safe,” I lied. “I know more about magic than anyone.”

“Not Lilith,” Candy pointed out. “It was foolish of them to send us without any guards. Fuck they’re idiots!”

I blinked, having never heard Candy say anything bad about Mark and Mary. It was the fear talking. I could see it in her eyes. I felt the same fear gripping my heart with a cold, slimy hand. Candy was right—they should have sent us some protection.

I worried the entire flight to Toulouse. Mary said to call their Chief of Police if we needed any help. She had put him under her control a few days ago when she flew out to France to steal the Mother Superior’s Gift. I would definitely feel better if there were some armed men around. The cops, combined with an ointment to protect against the Alukah’s mesmerizing gaze, should keep us safe. If I figured out the ointment’s formula right, and there wouldn’t be a way to test it until we were face-to-face with the monster. And there was the warding spell I knew. That would help, too.

But that was useless without protection from the mesmerizing gaze. So the ointment was the highest priority. The ingredients shouldn’t be too hard to find for the ointment: St. John’s wort, a daisy, and some red berries combined with some sort of cream as the base. Then I just had to perform a simple charm, and we should be protected from the most dangerous weapon the Alukah possessed.

When we landed at Toulouse-Blagnac Airport, I found all the ingredients in the duty-free shop—thank God for the all-natural health craze and florists. I mixed them together, using a cold cream for the base.

I spritzed some of my enchanted perfume on me as we made our way to customs. It was similar to these incense sticks I made for Willow and would put people into a suggestive frame of mind. One whiff and the Customs Official waved us through even though neither of us had passports. After customs, we called the Captain of the Toulouse Police. He sent us two cops for an escort. The sun was just rising when they pulled up in one of those ridiculously tiny, European cop cars.

“I am Michel. This is Francois,” the serious young man said climbing out of the cop car. His eyes were instantly glued to Candy’s cleavage. I couldn’t blame him. She was showing a lot of it, and it was breathtaking.

Francois was a dark, brooding man, handsome, with a huge grin on his face. He sauntered up to Candy, asking, “Want touch my rooster?” Michel shook his head and muttered something in French. Francois ignored him, continuing, “American ladies love big rooster!”

“What?” Candy giggled.

“My rooster! Is very big!” He held his hands over a foot apart. “My rooster feel great your cat!”

“Come again?” I asked, baffled by what Francois was saying.

“My rooster!” Francois exclaimed enthusiastically, pointing to his crotch. “Ladies love big rooster! Like Black man.”

“You mean your cock? Your penis?” I asked, finally catching his drift.

“Yeah, yeah. My big rooster! It rises every morning. Very straight and crows very much!”

“And cat is our pussies?” Candy asked.

He nodded. Candy gave him a considering look then a promising smile. I blinked. Candy wasn’t usually into guys. I gave Francois a second glance and decided that he was handsome enough. Maybe later, Candy and I could have some fun. Just because I could make my own cock didn’t mean I stopped craving a nice, hard dick.

“You were told to do whatever we say, right?” I asked them.

“Oui, oui,” Michel nodded.

“Good, rub this ointment under your eyes,” I ordered, holding out the cold cream container.

“Why?” Francois asked, staring askance at the ointment.

“Makes your rooster big,” Candy giggled. “If it’s as big as you say, maybe my hungry cat will eat it.”

Francois’s grin was priceless. He was so eager to rub it on his eyes that I suspected he was a virgin, and his over-the-top flirting was only a mask to hide that fact. Michel frowned, and Candy shook her cleavage at him. He sighed, sniffed the minty concoction, and rubbed it under his eyes, muttering something in French.

It didn’t sound complimentary.

Well, the ointment had a… distinct odor to it. That strong, medicinal smell from the cold cream combined with a sulfurous fume from the charm.

Francois flirted badly with us the entire drive. His understanding of English wasn’t that great, and trying to figure out what he meant was a real chore sometimes. The countryside of France was quite beautiful, providing a distraction. The roads were lined with ancient hedgerows—walls of green that were older than any city in America. The landscape streaked by as Francois drove us at breakneck speed down the country highway. Soon a hill rose up ahead, a pile of rocks looming over the French countryside. Rennes-le-Château perched atop it, like a crown on a rocky giant’s head.

The road up the hill to the town was curvy, winding back and forth like a drunken serpent. Rennes-le-Château was ancient, made of stone buildings that groaned with their centuries of age. The streets were far too narrow for more than one car to drive down at a time, even one as small as the cop’s vehicle.

Francois didn’t care; he barreled down them and forced any oncoming motorist to back out of his way. I was definitely feeling carsick after the bouncy ride across the cobblestone streets, and thrilled when we reached the Church of Mary Magdalene. The Motherhouse loomed behind it.

I hurriedly got out, just in case Francois decided to drive us across the grounds or something.

The Motherhouse was as old as the rest of the town. Made of stones fitted together and weathered by centuries of rain, while green creepers crawled up the sides, trying to pry the stones apart. The door was aged wood and bound in iron. It was closed, but not locked.

I cast a warding spell while the cops watched with bemused expressions. Candy was a dear and started flirting with them to keep them out of my way. The Natsar spell—which should keep the Alukah out, as well as any other children of Lilith, minor demons, homunculi, and spirits that might be after us—had to be precisely cast at all four corners of the building.

“Is she witch?” Francois said as I worked.

“Oh, yes,” Candy giggled.

I worked my way around the building, the peanut gallery following in my wake. Candy’s voice was so throaty as she purred on about how hungry her cat was for big roosters. I let the noise fade as I worked the spells, casting them with precision.

“Francois, you stay out and watch the door,” I told him when I finished circling the building. “Don’t invite anyone in.”

“Of course, mademoiselle,” he answered with a bow. “No fear. I protect you with big rooster!”

Candy laughed and patted his groin. “I bet you will.”

Our defenses set, I eagerly headed for the basement followed by Michel and Candy. The cop had his flashlight out, shining ahead, as I raced down the tight, narrow staircase. The basement, reeking of centuries of filth, was full of old cardboard boxes that were stained black with mildew. At the far end was a door made of iron and covered with what appeared to be Paleo-Hebrew characters.

“This is it,” I said, my heart pounding.

“It’s… something,” Candy agreed.

Excitedly I read the inscriptions, translating them. They were commands forbidding elohim from entering. Elohim could mean many things, all connected to the spiritual realm. Literally translated, it meant “gods” and was often applied to the God of the Old Testament. But it could also refer to angels, demons, spirits of the dead, and the pagan gods worshiped by the Israelite enemies.

I touched the metal, feeling the hammer strokes that had beaten the metal flat, then traced through the angular script. They must have stamped the characters into the plates. The metal was clearly iron, and I bet that it was cold iron. Meteoric iron. The most powerful metal in dealing with the supernatural has always been iron not worked by heat, and the most readily available source of iron in the ancient world fell from the skies—meteors.

Candy and the French cop watched in curiosity. “Candy, grab the survey equipment from the car.” After the two cops picked us up, we purchased some supplies before we left Toulouse. “Then take scrapings of the walls. I will need a metallurgical analysis.”

“Sure, Sam,” Candy smiled.

I grabbed the digital camera and began to meticulously document the room. Inside, there were more spells written on the walls. A giddy rush bubbled up inside me. If I wasn’t their Vizier, I could make a name for myself in the archaeological world for this discovery.

A shame I could never share it with my peers.

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Luka – Rennes-le-Château, France

I watched the French cop as he stood bored in front of the Motherhouse from my perch in the ancient oak tree. My target was inside—Samnag Soun. I could smell her scent thick in the air. I had been watching all day, waiting, pondering.

My fangs itched to sink into Sam’s olive throat and drink my fill of her life, but first I had to deal with the Natsar ward and then her guards. I did not have my sister Cora’s brute strength. Worse, I could smell the ointment from here that protected all of them from my gaze. I could be overpowered by the two cops if I wasn’t careful.

As the day wore on the cop guarding the front door grew more and more bored. The sun would be setting soon, and his attention would only worsen with time. I smelled an opportunity. Humans weren’t innate hunters like I was.

I had the patience to wait all day for my chance.

Finally, the sun slipped beneath the horizon and the sky darkened to a deep purple-black. Thunder rumbled in the distance. A storm approached. I slipped out of the tree and boldly walked down the path to the cop. I shaped my hair into a form-fitting bodysuit. It hugged every lush curve of my body. I felt his gaze fall on me and saw the lust burning in his eyes.

I didn’t need my gaze to deal with a horny man.

He said something in French. It was musical, poetry given sound, and utterly meaningless to me. I just smiled as sultrily as possible and exaggerated the roll of my hips even more. He kept speaking in French as I stepped up in front of him just on the other side of the Natsar’s boundary and boldly looked him up and down.

“I love cops,” I purred. Thunder rumbled behind me, the wind picking up as dark storm clouds swept over the hill.

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