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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I had made my first true step in conquering the world.

Susannah, the preacher’s daughter, was licking at my dick. After being visited by the “Angel”, Susannah thought that God wanted her to be my slut-wife. Of course, it wasn’t an angel that had appeared before her, but my twin sister. Moira was a witch.

And she had tamed a succubus. That was just wild. Moira had deduced my plans to take over the world.

After Susannah’s midnight visitor, she had snuck out of her parents’ house. She had come to my house to fulfill the angel’s command. To have sex with me. To consummate her marriage to me. We weren’t legally married.

But in Susannah’s heart, we were. And that was more than good enough.

I savored Susannah’s tongue licking at my cock. Then she nuzzled down to my hairy balls. She sucked one of my nuts into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, nibbling on it. That sent such a delicious thrill through me. My cock throbbed at her worship.

“The first one of them,” my thought form said. “And what a wanton, little slut she is.”

Nisha was invisible to Susannah. I had created the busty, dusky-skinned woman through sheer willpower. Tibetan monks could meditate their entire life and never create a thought form. They were limited by their lack of ambition and a withered drive to succeed. By killing all their worldly desires, they could not muster the focus and mental energy required to create a tulpa.

A thought form.

But I could. I had. And it was thanks to Nisha that I knew I needed four women for the dark ritual to give me the power I needed to conquer this world. The words to her prophecy echoed in my mind.
Four hearts you need.
Four loves who bleed
with passion for your cause!
The loving wife,
devoted heart.
The mistress bitch,
dominance bound.
The adulterous woman,
marriage fraud.
The motherly beauty,
womb fertile.
Four hearts you need.
Four loves who bleed
with passion for your cause!
Next up was the “mistress bitch, dominance bound.” That was the only clue I had on this next girl. Or woman. I had no idea where to even look for her. But that was a problem for the morning. Right now, Susannah had her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned as she played with my dick. “I need to break in that final hole of yours. That asshole.”

Susannah lifted her head, her blue eyes focusing on mine. She swallowed but nodded. “I said I would do anything, and I meant it, Zach.”

“And she means that,” said Nisha. My thought form winked at me.

“Kneel on your hands and knees,” I told Susannah, pretending that I wasn’t hearing what Nisha said. She was invisible to everyone after all.

Though Moira knew about her.

Susannah did as she was told. She turned around on her hands and knees, her blonde hair spilling around her face. She wiggled her cute ass at me, her bush dripping with my cum and her cream. My dick throbbed as I stared at that brown rosebud peeking out between her butt-cheeks.

I grinned and pressed my cock into her crack. I slid it down and down until I found her wrinkled asshole. I loved the texture of her sphincter. She whimpered as I drilled the tip of my cock against her backdoor. Her anal ring widened and widened to take my cock.

But she was tight. Virginal tight. I gripped her hips as I slowly drilled against her resisting asshole. But it surrendered to me more and more. She moaned, her back arching. The texture of her sphincter slid over the crown of my cock as she slowly engulfed me. With a hard thrust, I buried into her bowels.

“Zach!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, you’re in my asshole, Zach! I’m submitting!”

“She was born to submit,” Nisha purred.

“Yes, you are,” I said, staring at Nisha. I hefted her boob, able to feel her like she was real. Like she had substance and wasn’t just a manifestation of my will. “You’re such a submissive slut.”
“I am!” Susannah moaned as I drew back my cock, her bowels gripping me.

“Yes, she is, Master,” my thought form purred.

I squeezed Nisha’s tit as I slammed back into Susannah’s asshole. I massaged my thought form’s heavy boob as I plunged to the hilt in Susannah’s tight bowels. I pumped away at her anal sheath. She squeezed me with her velvety flesh as my balls smacked into her taint.

Susannah moaned and gasped as I buggered her. I pumped away at her asshole as I lifted Nisha’s large tit. I brought her fat nipple to my mouth and latched onto it. I suckled.

My thought form’s creamy breast milk gushed into my mouth.

It was incredible to taste her motherly milk. I love the sweet flavor with the cantaloupe-like aftertaste. The warmth melted through my mouth and then poured down my throat as I pumped my hips. I pistoned my dick in and out of Susannah’s asshole.

“Yes, yes, your cock feels so good in my butt!” Susannah moaned as I thrust away at her.

I just suckled on Nisha’s nipple, enjoying her breast milk as much as the tight, velvety grip of Susannah’s bowels. I pumped away at my wife, reveling in the texture of her asshole massaging the tip of my cock. It was incredible to enjoy as I nursed from my thought form’s fat nipple.

I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Nisha’s creamy milk. It poured down my throat as I slammed my dick to the hilt in Susannah’s tight bowels. Every thrust into her asshole was heavenly. It built and built the ache at the tip of my dick.

“Oh, Zach, I am going to cum on your dick,” Susannah moaned.

I ripped my mouth from Nisha’s nipple and gasped, “Let me feel your asshole ripple around my dick!”

“Yes, my husband!”

I buried into Susannah’s tight bowels. Her velvety sheath clamped down hard as I drew back, my hands gripping her hips. Her head tossed, her blonde hair dancing through the air. As I plunged back into her, she squealed in delight. Her asshole writhed around my cock.

“Oh, yes!” she groaned as she climaxed.

Her anal sheath rippled about my dick as I thrust into her again and again. She suckled at me with her spasming bowels. The pressure in my nuts tightened as I fucked her back door hard. Her back arched and she squealed out her bliss.

“Cum in me!” she begged. “Please, please, Zach! You’re my husband!”

The pressure at the tip of my dick erupted.

I buried to the hilt in her bowels and fired my cum into her anal depths. I grunted and groaned with each blast of spunk that I fired from my cock. Rapture shot through my body and crashed into my thoughts. Stars dance before my eyes as I unloaded my jizz into her asshole.

Cumming was incredible. I loved every moment of spurting my jizz over and over into her convulsing bowels. Her velvety flesh milked my cock. My “wife” nursed at my dick with such abandon. She was such a wanton thing. Between my sister’s spells and her succubus’s lust, Susannah had been transformed into my personal whore.

“Yes, yes, you’re my wife!” I moaned as I spurted the last of my cum into her bowels.

“I am,” she breathed. “Oh, Zach, I want to stay here all night, but my parents will be suspicious if I’m not in my bed in the morning.”

“And we can’t have that,” I said. “You have to be the perfect girl, the perfect woman. I need you to be pure and wholesome in public. No one can know the depraved things I have you do for me in the bedroom. You’ll see what they’ll be.”

“I’m your slut,” Susannah purred. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She smiled at me. “It was so hot doing these naughty things, but I have to go.”

“Yes, yes, go,” I said. “I love you.” Did I love her? I liked her. But she did love me. I could see that in her eyes as she looked up at me.

“I love you, too,” she purred. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She leaned up to kiss me, but I stopped her.

“You have cum on your lips,” I said. “I’ll see you at school. Go, get some rest. Be the perfect daughter. We don’t want your parents to be against us dating.”

“Oh, Mom loves you,” said Susannah. “You are coming over on Saturday for dinner?”

“Of course.” I smiled at her. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Susannah nodded. She rolled off the bed and grabbed the robe, the only things she wore. She put it on then slipped out of my bedroom. I heard her slipping through the living room of the single-wide that I lived in with my mom and twin sister.

The front door opened and closed. Footsteps crunched by. The car that Susannah took started up. Then she was backing up and was gone. I smiled up at Nisha. My thought form stared down at me with a big smile on her lips.

“That went well, Master,” she said. “Your sister’s plan worked. I don’t think we would have done it without her.”

“No,” I said. “Moira is a surprise for the plan, but I’m glad that we have her.” I stared up at Nisha’s big boobs. “But we’re going to have to find the three others.”

“They’re in your life. As soon as I’m close, I’ll know. That’s why you created me, Master.”

I reached up and cupped her breast. “That’s not the only reason I created you, Nisha. I need you for a lot of things. We’re going to do it. Take over the world.”

“It won’t be easy,” she said. “It’ll be costly. There’ll be pain. People will get hurt.”

“Change never comes easily,” I said. I was ready for the future. I was ready to seize it and make it mine. Everyone would know my name. They would all tremble in awe and fear of it.

I would rule this entire world. It was broken, and I would fix it. I would use every dark art, nasty trick, and demonic entity to accomplish it. If it took blood and pain to save this planet, then I would inflict it. I would be its savior and its destroyer.

“We’ll start looking for her at the school.” I glanced at Nisha. “So you be ready to find her. She must be a teacher. Someone who’s used to authority.”

“Maybe, Master,” she said. “Maybe.”

I lay my head on my pillow, closing my eyes. I had made the first steps. A long road stretched out before me, but summoning Nisha and claiming Susannah was just the beginning. Two little steps. But every journey was made of little steps. One after the other until you reach your destination.

I could see it in my mind. That future. It was out there. Shining so bright.

It filled my dreams with glory.

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Susannah Augustine

I swallowed as I pulled the car into the driveway, the headlights off. I quickly turned off the engine before my parents woke up. Zach was very clear that I had to appear as their innocent and obedient daughter. They could never know I had snuck off to have carnal relations with my husband.

My pussy and asshole both ached. The angel had showered me in pussy cream. Zach had implied that there would be… others. Other women? If he told me to eat another woman’s pussy, I do it. It would be so sinful, so wrong to say that my husband ordered me to do it.

And obeying Zach was like obeying the Lord.

I opened the door as softly as I could and climbed out. My stomach roiled as I shut it just as gently. I moved to the front door on the lawn to muffle my footsteps. Then I stepped with such care on the porch.

Wood creaked beneath me.

My heart burst into rapid beats. I cringed, expecting my father to wake up. I had to just keep moving. If I was inside, I could lie and say I was just getting a glass of water. Lying to my father was something I never usually did, but I had to deceive my parents.

I slipped inside the front door and closed it gently. I locked the deadbolt and set the keys in the bowl with the others. My heart pounded as I headed for the stairs. A door opened. I froze. Footsteps padded down the second-floor hallway.

Was I in trouble?

If I acted suspiciously, then I would be in trouble. So I climbed up the stairs boldly. Like I belonged here. The bathroom door opened and closed. I sighed in relief as I reached the second floor. A sliver of light spilled out from beneath the bathroom door.

I reach my bedroom door and opened it. I slipped inside and closed it. I leaned against the door and sighed. I had lost my virginity. I had been bathed in the pussy juices of an angel. I was married to Zach. I thought with a giddy giggle. I slipped out of my robe, naked beneath.

I padded to my bed and sank down on it. I slipped beneath my covers as the toilet flushed. I rested my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. I had such a huge grin on my lips. My future had arrived. The Lord had given me my orders. I would support Zach.

I would be his wife. His whore.

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Lewis Zachary Black “Zach”

The next morning came far, far too early. I groaned as my alarm clock went off. Two late nights were rough even for me. I slapped my alarm clock and opened my eyes to see Nisha there. She had a big smile on her lips. Her large breasts swayed back and forth as she beckoned me towards the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom.

“Damn,” I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my cock stiff. Morning wood.

It would be a big day. I had to figure out who that dominating woman was. A teacher? Wouldn’t that be delicious? Of course, the hottest teacher was Ms. Rayne. But she was actually a succubus that was bound to my twin sister Moira. I don’t want it to be her. My other teachers weren’t that hot.

And quite a few male teachers. It could be another teacher at my college. I would have to be on my toes.

What if it was the dean? Mrs. Lindstrom was a hot MILF. She had such big tits. She couldn’t hide them even in the sweaters she liked to wear. It would be hot to bend her over.

Staring at Nisha in the shower more than proved that I had a thing for MILFs. It was why my thought form appeared as a busty, mature woman with dusky skin. A Tibetan MILF. She couldn’t turn on the shower, but somehow she looked like she was wet. Dripping with water.

That was a new trick.

“Let’s get you ready for classes, Master,” Nisha purred.

I turned on the shower, the water spraying right through her. She wasn’t really there. I could touch her because she was a manifestation of my mind. My thought form. The water heated up, steam rising around her. I slipped in after, my hard cock brushing her hip.

I shuddered as the spongy tip of my dick slid across her plump and dusky butt-cheek until I reached the crack of her ass. The water sprayed through her and splashed on my chest and stomach as I pushed my dick into her crevice.

“Anal is not going to help you get clean and ready for class,” purred Nisha.

“You’re not real,” I answered her. “So anal is not going to get my dick really dirty.”v

“Pity,” she said, her butt-cheek squeezing around the tip of my cock as I slid it down to her asshole. “It would be fun.”

Was she feeding off my own growing sex drive? After suppressing it for years, focusing on my plan, I had finally unleashed it. I had discovered just how addictive it can be. If I wasn’t careful, I could be consumed by the pleasure that Nisha, Moira, the succubus, and now Susannah provided.

“Yes, it’s a pity,” I said as I drilled against her asshole. “At least you feel real to me.”

“Yes, Master,” she cooed.

I loved her anal ring surrender to my cock. And at the same time, the shower sprayed on my dick. It was such a strange sensation to feel the water splashing along the top of my dick even as her asshole slid over my crown. Her anal sheath engulfed my shaft, gripping me. I loved that delight even as the water sprayed over me.

I reveled in the dual sensations as I slid my cock deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was such a wonder to be in her. Such a pleasure.

I bottomed out in Nisha’s asshole. Her bowels clenched about my dick as my hands slid up to squeeze her heavy breasts. I shuddered as the water sprayed on my body and drew back my hips. My cock slid out of her anal sheath, her velvety flesh gripping me.

I groaned at the pleasure of it. How amazing it was to have her asshole massaging my dick as I thrust it back into her warm, tight depths. I loved the feeling of the water and her velvety bowels as I pumped away at her. She moaned her pleasure, her back arching.

“Master,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, ass-fuck me!”

“You know I will,” I growled. “I own this ass. I own you. I created you!”

“Yes, you did!” she gasped, her asshole gripping my dick.

I pumped away at her backdoor. I thrust over and over into her anal sheath, reveling in the way she massaged the crown of my dick. It was such an amazing delight to pound into her bowels over and over again. My nuts smacked into her taint as they were bathed by the shower’s sprayer.

The pressure in my balls grew and grew with every thrust into my thought form’s bowels. I loved slamming into her, reveling in the velvety grip that massaged the tip of my cock. It was heaven to fuck her. I was so glad I made her.

“You’re going to help me find my dominating slut, aren’t you?” I growled, squeezing her big tits as I drilled her asshole.

“Yes, yes, I am, Master!” Nisha gasped.

We would find her. This dominating mistress that would serve me. I couldn’t wait to learn her identity. To capture her. To make her mine like I had with Susannah. It would be such a hot delight. Just thinking about it had me coming closer and closer to erupting in my thought form’s bowels.

Closer and closer to exploding with rapture. My fingers slid up her wet tits until I found her nipples. I twisted them. She gasped. Her bowels clamped down hard on my cock thrusting away at her asshole. I loved how she gripped me as I drilled in and out of her anal depths.

“Master!” Nisha squealed as she came.

Her asshole writhed around my cock. She suckled at me with that convulsing sheath. I groaned as I pumped my dick in and out of her spasming bowels, the pressure in my nuts swelling to the bursting point. The hot shower spray splashed on me as I buried to the hilt in her.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” I growled as I pumped my cum into her asshole.

My thought form’s writhing anal sheath milked my cock. She worked out the jizz spurting from my balls. I sprayed her bowels with blast after blast of my spunk. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. It slammed into my mind. Stars erupted.

She gasped as her asshole worked out my dick. Her convulsing flesh wrung my cock dry. I fired more and more of my jizz into her anal sheath. I shuddered, savoring the intensity of my orgasm. My hands squeezed her big tits as I fired a final blast of cum into Nisha.

“Oh, Master, I love it when you cum in me,” she moaned.

Though the water of the shower passed through her, my cum didn’t. She absorbed it. Whatever supernatural energy formed her from my will allowed her to feed on my essence. Did it strengthen her? Maybe it did.

She slipped out of the shower so I could actually wash myself. I thought about that question as I soaked my body. I washed my hair and stepped out. I shaved, the razor rasping over my whiskers. I combed my hair, applied deodorant and aftershave, then marched into my bedroom.

I dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. I tucked the t-shirt into my jeans, pulled on a belt, and drew on my socks. I headed out into the living room to find Moira dressed in a slutty little skirt that merely fell down her thighs enough to meet the college’s dress code. Her tight top molded to her petite frame. My twin sister grinned at me.

“How was your night?” she asked as Mom came down the hallway.

Glancing at Mom, I casually said, “Wonderful.”

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

My sister and I headed out of the trailer to go to school. Mom would be heading to work, the natural order of the world. I opened the door to the old Toyota Corolla that I owned. I had picked it up for six hundred. I spent a summer mowing lawns to get the money for it.

“Now that Mom isn’t around, how was Susannah?” Moira asked. “Because your little preacher’s daughter knew how to eat my pussy. I mean, she was just hungry for it. Are you sure she’s not a lesbian that doesn’t realize it?”

“From how she sucked my dick after I’d fucked her in the ass, I’d say no,” I said, starting the car.
“Well, I’m a lesbian, and I love sucking your dick,” my twin sister purred, her hand rubbing at the bulge in my pants. I swelled harder at her touch. “Maybe you just bring out the hetero in a dyke.”

“Didn’t you say that no other guy but me could satisfy you, and that’s why you go after girls?” I backed my car out of the driveway.

“Exactly. How many girls go lez because they can’t find a good guy to make them cum?” my sister asked.

“No idea,” I said, turning the wheel. I put it in drive and headed down the small road lined with trailers. In my rear-view mirror, I glimpsed Nisha sitting in the backseat.

“I’m sure it’s a lot,” Moira said, still groping my cock for my jeans. “My, my, big brother, what a big dick you have.”

“Are you trying to get us in an accident?” I asked as I stopped at the road.

“If I wanted to get us in an accident, I’d do this,” she cooed. Then she unzipped my jeans and shoved her hand into my fly.

“Shit!” My sister reached through the slit in my boxers and found my dick. “Are you going to give me a hand-job?”

“Something better than a hand-job,” she purred as she leaned over.

Her lips kissed the crown of my dick. I made the turn onto the street, shuddering as her tongue strolled around the tip of my cock. She swallowed me. She engulfed my shaft, sealing her mouth about me and sucking. Pleasure shot down my rod to my nuts.

I couldn’t believe that my sister was sucking on my dick right now. She was working her mouth up and down my cock, suckling with such hunger. I gripped the steering wheel as the pleasure shot down to my nuts and swelled the pressure in them. Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock.

I struggled to focus on the road ahead of me as my twin sister worshiped my rod. She had such a hot and wet mouth as she slid up and down my shaft. I shuddered every time her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick. It was outstanding.

“Oh, Master, your sister sure is a wicked slut,” Nisha observed.

“Yes, she is,” I groaned as the pressure in my nuts swelled. “Just a depraved harlot.”

Moira chuckled around my cock then suckled again.

I grinned for a moment then turned into a moan as she kept nursing. Sweat broke out on my brow as I kept driving. I almost forgot to put on the turn signal, remembering at the last moment as I drove through the intersection. Just felt so good to have her mouth around my cock.

The incestuous rush of being blown in public was thrilling. It was such a hot passion to have her loving me where anyone could see her. If they just glanced in the window and noticed her head bobbing up and down, they would think something illicit was going on.

But how many of them would know she was my twin sister?

This taboo delight was so addictive. I had to be careful. This would ruin my image before I was ready. That was why Susannah was so important. She would be my disguise, the woman that would conceal all this debauchery. Who would think Susannah’s sweet and loving nature hid anything so depraved?

I could not wait to see Susannah lick my cum out of my twin sister’s pussy. She would.

That was what was so incredible about what we had done to her. My sister and I with the help of our familiars. My thought form and her succubus. What would we do with the dominating mistress? I couldn’t wait to find out. That desire swelled in me as much as the pressure in my nuts, my climax moments away.

“Fuck, Moira!” I groaned.

She suckled hard. Her tongue swirled around the crown of my dick.

I erupted.

I spurted blast after blast of my cum into my sister’s mouth. My twin moaned and she gulped down my spunk. She swallowed the incestuous load that I pumped into her. It was so incredible to fire spurt after spurt of my jizz.

I gripped the steering wheel, the school coming into view. I groaned as I dumped the last of my cum into her mouth. I shuddered, savoring the bliss that swept through me. It was such a rush. I reached the campus as she nursed out the last of my spunk.

She slid her mouth off my dick and sat up, licking her lips. A quiver ran through her. “Yum!”

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Moira Black

My brother’s cum tasted so salty. It was such a rush to feel that jizz swirling through my mouth. I savored the thick spunk coating my teeth and tongue. My brother put his cock away as he turned into the school’s parking lot. I swallowed his load.

I loved that flavor. It made my pussy so wet. My brother found a place to park in the student lot as I stretched my back. My pussy was on fire. I needed to cum right now. But my brother wouldn’t do more here.

Smiling, I opened the car door and stepped out onto the asphalt. I licked my lips as I glanced around. Susannah came rushing up, her big boobs jiggling in her modest dress. They were just too large to hide. Her blonde hair swayed behind her.

“Zach!” she gasped then gave him a chaste hug considering that she was such a dirty whore last night.

Well, I suppose that was the point. She was supposed to be a good girl in public. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and then broke away.

She glanced at me and her expression tightened ever so slightly. Oh, yes, I couldn’t wait to eat her pussy. Maybe in the locker room…?

I hurried into the building as Zach and Susannah chatted. I needed to find my succubus. Ms. Rayne should be in her classroom. And then she could eat me out. She could make me cum like that dirty slut she truly was.

My pussy was so wet as I skipped along.

I entered the building, passing all those dweebs who were here early. Of course, I was one of them. But my twin brother was almost a dweeb. A chameleon dweeb. He pretended to be one, just an average and studious student. Not someone with grand ambitions.

Nor someone who was wild like me.

I reached Ms. Rayne’s classroom. I threw the door open and found the succubus pretending to be a college teacher looking up from her desk. She pulled it off so well. She had glasses perched on her nose, giving her that sexy librarian vibe. Her big tits stretched out the tight sweater she wore. On the surface, it was conservative.

But it was fashioned to show off just how magnificent her boobs were.

She licked her plump lips at the sight of me, a smile growing. She had brassy-brown hair that fell around her gorgeous face. Mature. In her thirties. Just at the right age to show that she had all the experience to take care of a young man. How they lusted for her.

How she preyed upon them. All those teenage boys that she enjoyed taking in her pussy. She enjoyed them, giving them the thrill of fucking their hot teacher while she feasted upon their seed. She drained them of their virility. Not enough for them to notice since they were young.

But enough for her to survive. To thrive.

Then a naughty witch like me found her. Bound her. I chained her to me with my twin brother’s cum. I knew her real name.

Anahita.

Knowing her real name gave me power over her. Control that I was more than willing to exploit for my own benefit. Using Anahita last night to twist the preacher’s daughter’s virginal desires into whorish lust had been so exquisite.

“Unsurprisingly, I’m horny,” I said to my succubus. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Oh, Mistress, there are so many things I can do about it,” she purred, a shadow of wings fluttering around her for a moment. Just a darkening of the air that was almost unnoticeable. If I didn’t know what to look for, I would have missed it.

“Such as?” I asked, sauntering to her. My pussy was so wet. Juices dripped down my thighs. I never wore panties. They got in the way of having fun.

“I could conjure a dildo made of shadows from the immaterial, bend you over my desk, and fuck you up the ass with it,” my succubus suggested.

“That does sound fun,” I said. “But I’m not sure I’m in the mood for anal. What else do you have?”

“Well, for the naughty Mistress, I can use my nipple to fuck your pussy by rubbing it up and down.” She squeezed her tits through her sweater. The fabric melted away into shadows that were built like black oil down her body before vanishing.

That revealed her naked tits being squeezed by her naughty fingers. She kneaded her big boobs, her nipples thrusting out hard before her. My pussy clenched. It certainly was an interesting idea. I have never had that done to me, but would it get me off?

“I’m not sure that’s it,” I said. I reached the desk and bent over, thrusting out my rump. My short skirt wasn’t as long as it appeared. Little glamour made it seem like it was the appropriate length for my college. In reality, if I bent over like this, it revealed just how short it was.

I flashed my naked ass and juicy pussy at my succubus.

“What else?” I moaned, a bead of pussy juices running down my thigh.

“Well, there’s the traditional method,” Anahita purred as she sauntered towards me. “How slaves have always pleasured their mistresses. Cunnilingus. The art of eating pussy.”

“That’s it,” I purred, wanting her to just fall to her knees and feast on me. “Cunnilingus. Get to eating, Ms. Rayne.”

“Gladly,” Anahita said, licking her lips.

My succubus dropped to her knees. She pushed up those naughty glasses she wore then shoved up my skirt to expose my shaved pussy. She leaned in and kissed me right on the twat. I shuddered as her tongue flicked through my folds.

She parted my pussy lips and dragged up to my pierced clit. She played with my naughty ring, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. Pleasure shivered through my bud. I loved that wicked heat that washed through my body.

Anahita thrust her tongue deep into my pussy. I closed my eyes as she swirled around in my juicy depths. She stirred me up, her tongue turning up my twat. My butt-cheeks clenched as she did that, the pleasure rippling through my body.

“Yes, yes, eat my pussy you naughty, naughty succubus!” I groaned.

“You have such a delicious pussy, Mistress,” Ms. Rayne purred. She thrust her tongue back into my cunt.

“Yes!” burst from my lips.

Her lips massaged my twat, brushing my clit piercing as she fucked her tongue in and out of my juicy snatch. She wiggled it about in me, teasing my pussy walls. She knew just how to make me quiver. I shuddered, reveling in the skill of my succubus-slave.

Her hands grabbed my ass, kneading my rump as she flicked her tongue to my clit again. She battered that ring, the thin wire twisting through my nub. That sent such delight bursting through me. I loved it. I groaned, my face twisting with bliss.

Her naughty fingers dipped into my butt-crack.

“Yes, yes, find my asshole and finger it as you lick my pussy,” I moaned as her digit found my puckered sphincter.

“Yes, Mistress,” she cooed before she pushed the tip of her finger against my asshole.

I loved her fingers sliding into my asshole. I shuddered at the wave of heat that wash out of my pussy. I shuddered, her digits sinking deeper into my bowels as her tongue fluttered to the folds of my twat.

I shuddered as she worked her digit in and out of my anal sheath. It added this extra bit of delight to have the naughty teacher feast on me. If anyone walked in, they wouldn’t know she was my succubus. They would just see Ms. Rayne feasting on my snatch.

Just eating my underage pussy.

Just thinking that had my cunt growing hotter and hotter. I shuddered as she licked and lapped up my folds, such delight rippling through my body. My asshole clamped down on her digit pumping in and out of me. I loved that.

The succubus slammed a second finger into my bowels. My anal ring parted, sending a wave of heat that washed through my body. My pussy clutched around her tongue dancing around inside of me. Then she flicked her tongue back to my clit piercing.

She knew what she was doing by batting my naughty pussy jewelry. I shuddered as she danced her tongue around my body. That sensitive pearl swelled me towards my climax faster and faster. I would burst on her mouth.

“That’s it, you teacher-whore!” I moaned. “You’re just a lezzie-slut for my pussy. I want the entire school to know that Ms. Rayne is my cunt-lapping skank!”

“That would be so hot,” the succubus moaned into my pussy. She worked her two digits faster and faster in and out of my asshole. “But then I wouldn’t be employed here. I’d have to take on a new identity.”

“And that would be a shame because Ms. Rayne is so fucking hot!” I moaned as she suckled on my pierced clit.

Her fingers turned out my anal sheath as she suckled on my clit. Her tongue batted the piercing, shifting it up and down. My head tossed from side to side as I hovered on the edge of my climax. I shuddered. I couldn’t take much more of this.

She suckled hard on my clit.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed and juices gushed into Anahita’s mouth. I bucked, gasping as the pleasure washed through my body. It flooded over my mind and drowned my thoughts. I quivered there, reveling in how delicious this felt.

I whimpered as her tongue licked at my pussy folds. She stroked through my petals, licking up the juices that gushed out of my snatch. It was such a rush. My asshole convulsed around her digit. She fucked my bowels as the ecstasy washed through me.

“You succubus-slut!” I gasped, reveling in the rapture. “Drink my pussy cream!”

She devoured my pussy cream. Her tongue stroked through my folds, gathering up all the juices that poured out of me. Euphoria swept through me, her tongue brushing my clit and adding more bliss flooding through me.

Her tongue played with my clit piercing as my bowels spasmed around her digit. I groaned, the ecstasy swelling in me. I trembled, loving every moment of it. This was such a rush. Students were passing outside the hallway and could catch us.

My orgasm peaked.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I moaned as I stepped back. I shuddered, the bliss buzzing through my veins. “That’s what I needed. I can’t wait for Susannah to make me cum. You took the edge off, Ms. Rayne.”

Licking her lips, she rose. “I’m so glad I could pleasure you, Mistress.”

I winked at her. “I know. I’m awesome.”

“You should go before someone walks in,” my succubus said. “Unless… You want me to lose my cover. Do you want me to make you orgasm before the entire school? I’ll do it.”

“I don’t want to cause any scandals. That might disrupt my brother’s plans. We can’t have that.” I grinned. “Because it will be so much more fun once he’s conquered the world.”

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“I want to just fall to my knees and suck your dick right now, Zach,” moaned Susannah. “But you don’t want me to be a slut in public, do you?”

“That kind of defeats the purpose of what I need from you,” said Zach. “I need that innocence. That face that will let the world think I’m a good, family man. Someone that can be trusted.”

“Trusted to do what?” Susannah asked, her blue eyes so big and wide.

“Rule it,” I said. “I need four special women for that. You’re the first one. My wife. But there will be other women. Does it make you wet knowing that you’re going to have to share me?”

Susannah quivered. “It does,” she said. “The angel bathed me in her pussy juices. She anointed me, and it was so delicious. I think…”

“You think you want to try eating cunt?” I leaned in closer to her. “That you want to eat another woman’s pussy and make her cum all over your face?”

“Yes,” she said. Then quickly added. “But only if you tell me to.”

“I will,” I said. “And if one of them is my twin sister? Just as an example.”

Her eyes widened. “Of course. The Lord told me to serve you faithfully. To do whatever you command me, no matter how sinful it seems. I’m…”

“Soaking your panties thinking about having a threesome with me and my twin sister?” I chuckled and glanced at Nisha.

“Yes, your sister primed her,” Nisha said. “She is just what you need. Now if we could only find the next one.”

“Nothing?” I asked. “You don’t sense the second one at all?”

“It’s possible that she’s not a student or faculty member of your college,” said Nisha. “But she could be anywhere. And there are still people arriving.”

“Who are you talking to, Zach?” my wife asked. We weren’t “officially” married yet, but she was my wife.

I studied my wife. “You can never tell another soul about this. Not without my permission. Understand?”

She nodded, quivering there. “I do understand, Zach. I promise. I’m your wife. You can trust me with anything. Any secret.”

“The Lord has sent me an angel that only I can see,” I said, nodding to Nisha. She was naked, her lush breasts on display for my delight. “An advisor.”

“What a wonderful explanation for me, Master,” Nisha said with a big smile.

“Oh, yes, that makes so much sense,” said Susannah. “The Lord would send you an angel to guide you. Just like He arranged for me to be your wife. But who are these women?”

“I was told by Nisha, that is the angel’s name, that I needed to find four women. ‘Four hearts you need. Four loves who bleed with passion for your cause!’” I quoted. The very poem that Nisha had told me after I had summoned the thought form. “’The loving wife, devoted heart.’ That’s you.”

“’The loving wife, devoted heart,’” Susannah said, savoring the words. “That sounds so wonderful. I will be your devoted heart, Zach.”

“I know that,” I told her. “I have no doubts of your devotion to me, Susannah. You proved that last night.”

She blushed and squirmed, looking so pleased. “But that’s just one. Who are the other three? Do you know?”

“No,” I said. “No, I do not. But there is more to the prophecy. ‘The mistress bitch, dominance bound.’”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” Susannah wrinkled her nose. “Why would you need a woman like that?”

“Because I will need a strong woman who knows how to take charge. I’m going to rule this world, Susannah. But there is so much darkness out there that I have to defeat. I need powerful allies.”

“Okay,” Susannah said. “She doesn’t sound pleasant, but if you need her… Who are the other two?”

“You’re not going to like the next one, either,” I said. “’The adulterous woman, marriage fraud.’”

“Oh, dear, that’s not good at all. One of your women is going to have a husband? You’re going to take her from him? Cuckold him?”

“It’s what the Lord wants me to do,” I told her, my dick throbbing at the idea. “I have no idea who she is, either.”

“Well, the Lord can make something good come out of the most simple situation,” said Susannah. “After all, great King Solomon came out of the adulterous affair between King David and Bathsheba. While their first child did die, King Solomon was their second child.”

“Yes,” I said. “And didn’t King Solomon have all those wives? The Lord wanted him to have many. He even impregnated the Queen of Sheba, founding the line of Ethiopian Kings. You know, they still claim they are descended from King Solomon to this day.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” said Susannah. “So you’re like the new King Solomon? Chosen by God to lead this world. That’s so wonderful, Zach.”

“Yes, it is,” I said. King Solomon. I had not made that connection before. I liked it.

“So who’s the last woman?”

“Right, right,” I said, thinking for a moment. “She is the… ‘motherly beauty, womb fertile.’ Then it just repeats how the poem starts.”

“’Four hearts you need,’” recited Susannah. “’Four loves who bleed with passion for your cause!’ That’s it, right?”

“Well, I’m impressed. No wonder you always have all the Bible verses memorized. You’re rather good at that.”

“It’s a trick that once you master, it’s easy to memorize things.” She smiled at me. Then she took my arm. “We should get to class. I think we’re going to be late.”

“Okay, shoot, you’re right,” I said. I never swore in public.

We walked away from my car, Susannah repeating the three other women. She really had memorized the lines about the mistress bitch, the adulterous woman, and the motherly beauty with ease. Nisha nodded, smiling on the other side of me. Her large tits jiggled.

“She is going to be very, very useful, Master,” my thought form said as I stepped onto the sidewalk before the school.

I nodded in agreement.

As Susannah and I headed up to the school, a town car pulled up before the main entrance. I rolled my eyes. Sable Newport, a rich and cunty girl, had arrived. And right before the first class started. That was just like her.

“I know I should say charitable things about everyone, but I do not like her,” Susannah said. “She walks around like she thinks she’s better than everyone.”

“The Queen Bitch of our college,” I said.

Susannah giggled and slapped her hand over her mouth. Her cheeks reddened. “I shouldn’t have laughed at that. You shouldn’t call someone that, even if it is true. We’re supposed to love everyone, not judge them. We do not know what burden she carries.”

“Her father’s platinum card?” I asked.

“Zach, you have a destiny that the Lord has placed in front of you, so try to remember that.” She smiled at me. “It’s a wife’s duty to counsel her husband. Especially when you’re in public. Remember.”

“You’re right,” I said as a female chauffeur in a pair of tight, black pants and a low-cut, white blouse stepped out. She wore a black bow tie that fit her. She moved around the car and opened the back door.

Sable Newport appeared.

First her legs. She had gorgeous legs. Today she wore thigh-high, black leather boots that were polished to a near-mirror finish. She rose out of the car, wearing a short skirt that was barely within the college’s dress code. Her tight top molded to her round breasts. Her red hair fell in waves down to her shoulders. She strutted towards the school like she owned the place.

“That’s her,” Nisha said. “The Mistress Bitch.”

I smiled as Nisha hurried off to figure out just how to claim her. “I think we’re going to get to know Sable Newport quite a bit.”

Susannah gave me a questioning look as I escorted her towards the entrance, Nisha merging with Sable.

To be continued in Book Two…

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