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Chapter One

Sable Newport

I waited in my limousine with my driver before me. Ms. Denise was a submissive slut. I had broken her to my will and turned her into my pussy-loving slave. My chauffeur wore the tight, black pants and a low-cut, white blouse with a black bow tie. Her secret collar. She wore her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail.

I gripped it in my hand and yanked her into my cunt.

She didn’t resist. She buried into my shaved folds and licked at me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head as she feasted on me. She flicked her tongue through my folds, brushing my clit. Sparks flared.

I groaned, my back arching as I enjoyed this bliss. It was a fantastic delight to have her feasting on me as I awaited my new… boss, I supposed. The man who had promised to give me all my dark fantasies of lesbian domination.

I just had to help him conquer the world.

I never took Zach Black, the quiet and studious young man who went to church every Sunday as someone who was ruthless and dedicated to world domination, nor that he would have magic on his side. His twin sister was a witch.

And his girlfriend was the most submissive lesbian I had ever come across. Or bi or whatever. She had surrendered wholly to me. Or nearly. She was Zach’s. As much as she wanted to be mine, she had given her heart to him.

But I could use her when I wanted so long as I helped Zach in his plans. I assumed my wealth would be important. Well, my parents’ wealth, but like Ms. Denise, I had them wrapped around my pinkie fingers.

“That’s it, you fucking nasty dyke-slut!” I hissed. “Get that tongue in my cunt! Oh, yes, yes, you love that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” she whimpered and buried her tongue deep into my snatch.

I trembled as she ate me out. She devoured every inch of my hot cunt. I loved her feasting on me. I squeezed my thighs, clad in my fishnet stockings, around her head. My knee-high boots rubbed down her back.

I savored her devouring me. My boobs jiggled. I closed my eyes. I was in such a shitty neighborhood, but I wasn’t afraid. Ms. Denise knew how to defend me. She had a gun in the glove box. And the thrill… The danger was a rush.

Some brawny gangbanger could try to rob us, and we’d have to overpower him.

Force him on his knees. Make him beg.

“Oh, yes, he would beg,” I whimpered as that hot tongue flicked through my folds. I loved the feel of my naughty Ms. Denise eating me. “Yes, he would. He would grovel and kiss my boots!”

“Yes, he would, Mistress,” Ms. Denise cooed.

She flicked her tongue through my folds, lapping at my juices. She worshiped me. My face twisted in delight. I groaned as that hot tongue flicked over my clit. I groaned at how hot this was. I loved how she feasted on me.

She slid her tongue around my bud, polishing my little pearl. I groaned as she did that. I reveled in every moment of her feasting on me. This was the life. This was what I had to enjoy. A wonderful rapture swelled in me.

A need to cum. A need to burst with such passion. I shuddered, savoring this wonderful moment. My head tossed from side to side. My face contorted with the passion of her tongue flicking at me. She licked me with such hunger on me.

“Yes, yes, I’m going to drown you, fucking dyke-slut! You’re just my cunt! I own your skank-ass!” I quivered. “You’re my pussy-loving bitch!”

“Yes, Mistress,” she moaned.

She suckled on my clit. I squirmed there, my eyes rolling back in my head. My boobs jiggled. The pressure in my cunt rose toward that bursting point. I shuddered, so close to bursting with delight. I would have a mighty orgasm.

Just explode with rapture.

She nibbled on my bud. She suckled hard on my clit. I loved how she flicked her tongue over my clit. She stroked me with that delicious tongue. I smiled, savoring the way her tongue caressed me. My entire body burst with delight.

“Yes!” I hissed.

I gripped her ponytail as my pussy cream gushed out.

My moans echoed through the back of my limo. Ms. Denise licked at my pussy. She drank my juices. I groaned through the bliss. Stars danced across my vision, flaring throughout the dark interior. I savored the rapture.

My mind drank in every bit of the euphoria. My head tossed back and forth. My toes curled in my heeled boots. I squeezed my thighs around her head, holding her to my cunt as the waves swept me to that height of bliss.

“You fucking dyke-slut,” I groaned. “Goddamn, that was good. Enough. I won’t whip your ass.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” purred Ms. Denise. She licked my pussy again.

I shuddered at the contact.

“But we might have to pass more time,” I said. “I thought they would have done the deed by now. I hope Zach didn’t…”

I trailed off as headlights flashed through the tinted windows. Then a car pulled up alongside us. It was Zach and his sister. I hit the button to roll down the tinted window, staring at Zach in the driver’s seat of his car.

“How did it go?” I asked. “It’s done?”

“He’s dead,” said Zach. He thrust a knife in a sheath at me followed by a computer hard drive. “See that those are disposed of.”

“Of course,” I said, staring at the murder weapon. I had found the degenerate who ran the sex shop to be useful. He let me shop there even though I was underage, but there could be no witnesses. “You’re trusting me a lot. I could destroy you with this.”

“But you won’t,” said Zach. He gave me a hard look. “You’re mine.”

He said those words, and though every bone in me was gay, I wanted to crawl out of the car and ride his cock. “You do.” I stared at him. “Is it magic? Am I bound to you by a spell?”

“By the spell of Fate.” He smiled. “You’re one of the four women that I need to rule the world. I have two more to find.”

“The adulterous woman, marriage fraud,” said Moira, his twin sister. I never liked her. She always challenged me. The only girl in school that wasn’t eager to curry favor with me or too intimidated by my looks and father’s money to say anything. “That’s who we have to find.”

“There’s more than a few married women at our school,” I said. “My mother was a cheater before I made her into my pet. So her marriage is definitely a fraud.” Wouldn’t that be something if she was the one he needed?

“I’ll have to meet your mother,” said Zach. “Maybe she’s the one. I don’t know. Nisha hasn’t detected her.”

“That angel.” I shuddered. “I can’t believe magic is real, but…”

“It is. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

“Mmm,” I purred and glanced at Ms. Denise. “You know where to go next.”

She nodded and climbed out of the limo. She moved around to the front and climbed inside. She drove off as Zach went the other way. Here, there were no cameras. No one would see us. We were heading out to dispose of the murder weapon.

My pussy clenched with the excitement of what we did. This was the start. This was why he needed me. A cruel and heartless bitch to do these sorts of things. He’d wanted to do it this one time, to get his hands dirty, but…

Next time, it would be my job.

“Am I a complete pervert that this makes me wet, Ms. Denise?” I asked as my driver pulled away.

“Yes, Mistress,” she said. “You are exactly that.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Do I need to punish you for that?”

“I can’t make that determination, Mistress. Only you can.”

She had a point. I debated it as she drove for a half hour before we reached the appropriate dumpster. There were no cameras here. I just rolled down the window, opened the trash can, and tossed in the knife and the hard drive. It would be lost with all the other trash. Be in the dump. It would never be connected back to us.

We headed home.

I napped on the way back. I would be tired tomorrow, but that was why coffee existed. Soon, I was rocked awake by the familiar path of the long driveway up to my parents’ mansion. I opened my eyes and stretched. Ms. Denise pulled to a stop before the house and opened the door.

I stepped out as she rushed to open the front door. I sauntered wearing my heeled boots and a corset that lifted my round boobs. My driver opened the door like a good slave. I stepped into the living room, a single light on from the kitchen.

“Welcome home, Mistress,” my mommy-slave purred. She knelt before me, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was a gorgeous MILF, her pink corset lifting her tits into two huge mounds. Silver rings, heavier than the ones piercing my nubs, graced her nipples. “It’s so wonderful to have you back.”

“So wonderful, Mistress,” Mrs. Haverstone, the head maid said. She knelt in her slutty maid’s uniform.

“Yes, Mistress,” Cosette the chambermaid said. She, too, was dressed in a slinky, French maid’s uniform, her boobs about to fall out of her top.

My mother crawled before me, her hip swaying back and forth. She had a butt plug shoved in her ass with a bright, yellow gem. Not a real one, of course—she wasn’t worth that—but something to go with her namesake.

Sunshine.

Her parents were hippies.

But she did well. She married my father, heir to the Newport fortune. She had worked my dad’s pole. She did the things that kept his attention. She worked hard to keep him from straying. It disgusted me to see how she fawned over him.

A woman should be in charge. She should never let a man control her. Well, not a weak and pathetic man like my father. Wealthy, but he didn’t earn it. He just played golf and went to cocktail parties. He hobnobbed with the powerful because they were all mosquitoes wanting to suck off his wallet.

She reached the stairs and crawled up them. I admired that ass. Plump but toned. She worked out to keep her figure. She knew she couldn’t get fat. She would lose my father. Well, now she would lose me. I owned her.

Me.

I had dominated her then used her to enslave my father. It was so much fun cuckolding him with my step-mother. The servants all helped. They were my first conquests. Mrs. Haverstone was such a good, Catholic woman.

Now she drank my piss and licked my asshole. I would sometimes sell her cunt to boys, letting them use her pussy. She only had been with her husband until me. It was so hot to send her home to him with some guy’s jizz in her pussy.

The gardener. The mailman. The deliveryman. Sometimes, a stranger from one of the hookup apps. It was just fun to know she fucked them at my commands. She cheated on her husband because I owned her. And still they all paled compared to Susannah. She never resisted. Not really. She didn’t have to be broken.

And she gave herself wholly to Zach. So completely, that she was my abject slut. I pissed in her mouth, and she drank it down. I stripped her naked and fucked her in the middle of a sex shop. She was scared, but she did it.

And I only could rent her.

My mother reached the top of the stairs and crawled toward the master bedroom. I sauntered after her, my boobs jiggling in my corset, my pussy dripping juices that ran down to the tops of my thigh-high, leather boots. If I had a crop in my hand, I would whip my mother’s ass.

Just give her some love taps to see her asscheeks redden.

She reached the master bedroom. Father was sitting on his plain, wooden chair—his cuck throne. He had his cock cage about his dick so he couldn’t touch it. He was hard, too. Eager he knew I was home. He ached to fuck his daughter.

“The beaded dildo,” I told Mother as she crawled toward my collection of sex toys.

“Yes, Mistress,” she breathed and scrambled toward the cabinet like the bitch in heat she was.
I smiled at Father. “We’re going to have some talks about money and where it will be invested. There’s going to be a bright, young man emerging in the next few years. He’s going to need backing. He’ll be a great reformer.

“A young man?” he asked, his eyes wide with shock.

I winked at him as Mom opened the cabinet. She found the toy, a shaft made of progressively thicker beads all melted together. A dildo made of anal beads. She crawled back to me, her big boobs swaying, such abject lust in her blue eyes.

There was only the pleasure slave left in her. Nothing more.

She reached me and held open the harness for me. I stepped into the premium, black leather. No cheap vinyl. My toys would last. She worked those up and up my legs, sliding higher and higher until she brought them up and over my hips. She worked the straps, pressing the dildo’s base right on my clit.

“There, Mistress,” she said and crawled onto the bed. She knelt there, face down, ass up.

“Such a good mommy-slut,” I purred, Father watching with rapt attention. “Mmm, you ready to watch me fuck Mommy’s ass, Father?”

“Yes,” he croaked. “I so am, Mistress!” His dick twitched impotently in the cock cage.

I smiled and placed the dildo’s rounded tip against Mother’s asshole. She wasn’t lubed. I knew that would make her love it more. She was a pain slut now. I gripped her hips and thrust forward without any mercy.

“Mistress!” she squealed as the beads popped into her asshole one after the other

I could feel the staccato rhythm as her anal ring resisted each wider bead for a fraction of a second. Enough for my clit to throb at that drumming beat. Mother squealed into the sheets, her head tossing back and forth. Her ponytail whipped around behind her.

I drew back, loving the plopping sound of her anal ring widening and contracting around the anal bead dildo. I loved it. I slammed back into her hard, my clit glorying in the wonderful pressure. Pleasure rippled through me.

My boobs jiggled in my corset as I reamed out my mother’s asshole. I fucked her hard and fast. I thrust into her bowels and churned her up. I pumped away at her, loving every second of fucking her asshole.

“Who owns your asshole, Mommy!” I groaned.

“You do, Mistress!” she squealed as I pumped away at her asshole. “I’m your slut! Your slave! Your mommy-whore! I’ll do anything for you!”

“Oh, I am going to put you to the test!” I panted, fucking hard into her. “I will sell your body to buy favors for him!”

“Him!” she groaned.

“The man who is going to give me everything!” I snarled. “My personal Faust!”

“Okay, Mistress!” Mommy groaned. “Yes, yes, yes, I am so thrilled you are fucking my slutty anal sheath. Just pounding me! It hurts. I love how it burns! Fuck, Mistress! Whore me out! I’m yours!”

I loved those words. My orgasm swelled and swelled with my every thrust into her asshole. I pounded her anal sheath hard. I loved pegging her, my cunt clenching from the resistance of her sphincter to the beads.

She moaned, her head tossing. My slave-mother gasped and moaned, blonde hair flying. Her butt-cheeks quivered as I hammered her hard. I loved the feel of my cunt juices trickling down my inner thigh to the tops of my boots.

I fucked away hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in that tight asshole. I savored it with every thrust into her anal sheath. She moaned, her passion echoing through the room. I loved it. I savored just how much she groaned.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Oh, god, that’s it. Just take that big dildo, slut!”

She did. She took it, moaning like a whore.

I gripped my mother’s big tits. I squeezed them as I fucked her asshole hard. She gasped. My clit throbbed with each plunge. It wouldn’t be long before my climax burst through me. If she came before I did, she would be punished.

And if she came after, well, I wouldn’t care. I would be gasping out in delight. And if she didn’t cum, well, that wasn’t my problem. I buried to the hilt in the slave’s asshole. My mommy whimpered, her asshole clamping down on the toy. I could feel the resistance as I drew back.

I slammed in again. The pressure on my clit was so intense. I gasped and came.

My pussy convulsed. My juices gushed down my thighs as the heat swept through me. I savored this wild delight. My body bucked. My boobs bounced in my corset as I climaxed. I gripped her tits, squeezing them.

“Fucking mommy-slut!” I hissed.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m your fucking mommy-slut!” she moaned as she joined me in ecstasy.

Father watched us cumming, unable to touch his dick and get the relief he needed. I gloried in this, my pussy writhing. Wave after wave of triumphant rapture shot through my body. I had a mission now. A purpose. It was such an exultation.

That was why I surrendered to Zach. Why I had given myself to him and his cause. He was the only man worthy of my body. The only one who had the drive, the ambition, to seize me in the force of his current. He was a riptide dragging me along.

I surrendered to his will, eager for what he would need me to do next. Excited for it.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

My sister and I arrived back at our trailer. My heart would not stop racing since I murdered the clerk. I had to silence him. He was about to upload footage of Susannah being fucked by Sable. That would have been disastrous.

My future wife exposed for the world to see as a lesbian sex slave. That would not have been good. I had to have a clean image. I needed to wield the dissatisfaction in the world against the elites. Those who flaunted the rules. Who held orgies fueled by cocaine while preaching morality.

I would be no better, but I had to make sure the world didn’t know. And I would be working against the established powers. The media would not cover up my misdeeds the way they did to those politicians who were “in.” Republican. Democrat. Those labels were meaningless. It was the Elites and the Peasants. The Nouveau Aristocrats against the Populist Masses.

The power always resided in the masses. So long as the elites could keep the blinders on, make them think the world was progressing in their favor and ensure they had their distractions. Their entertainment. Smart phones. Pornography. Alcohol. It didn’t matter that my generation was the poorest yet. That most would never own a home. They would forever rent from their betters.

I would show the masses they were pampered slaves and harness them.

I would break the cycle of the haves who don’t give a shit about the have-nots.

No more starvation. No more wars. No more petty bullshit that left thousands dead.

I grinned as I headed into the small trailer that we lived in. Dad had abandoned us years ago. Who knows where he went? He’d gone for cigarettes, as the cliché went, and never come back. Mom had to work herself to the bone. So much, she was sleeping on the couch when we walked in, still wearing her cleaning smock and apron.

A momentary anger swept through me. My father named me Lewis after himself. Lewis Black, but I had that name. It was why I went with my middle name, Zachary. He left my mom poor. Left us living in this rickety trailer.

“Wanna fuck?” Moira asked, her hands sliding around me to grope my cock through my jeans in front of our mother.

“Shh,” I growled. “If you wake her up.”

“I bet if you don’t groan, I could blow you and she’d never know it.”

I broke from my sister. I wasn’t about to let my mother find out about any of this. She was a good woman. She deserved to have an easy life. I would give it to her. She would think I married my high school sweetheart. She would never know that I fucked my twin sister, turned my wife into my sex slave and pimped her out to a lesbian domme, or that I murdered a man to cover it up.

She could never know any of that.

“Mom,” I said as I gently picked her up. “Mom, let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmm, Lewis,” she whispered and I knew she didn’t mean me. A smile spread on my lips. She would never hate my father.

“It’s me, mom, not that loser,” I growled as I carried her down the hallway. Her bedroom was at the opposite end of the trailer from mine.

“Don’t be mad at him,” she murmured. “He gave me you and your sister.”

I shook my head. I didn’t get it.

I passed Moira’s bedroom then carried mom into her room. I carefully set her down on the bed. She groaned and grabbed her pillow, rolling over onto her side. I stroked her cheek and brushed back a few strands of black hair. She looked like a more mature Moira, especially with her face relaxed.
I bent down and kissed her on the temple. “Good night, Mom.”

“Mmm,” she said, hugging the pillow. “You’re a good boy, Zach. A good boy.”

She could never know.

Chapter Two

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I headed back down the hallway to find Moira naked. She had a big smile on her lips. Nisha stood next to her, my thought form MILF was always naked. Her dusky breasts swayed as she smiled at me. I stared at my sister and servant. I should go to bed. It was late, but…

I pulled them to me. Their arms went around me. I hugged them to me. Moira couldn’t see or feel Nisha, but I could. They both kissed at my lips, their mouths overlapping. I made out with them both at the same time, feeling their tongues. Moira’s small boobs and Nisha’s big tits rubbed on my chest through the t-shirt I wore.

Moira broke the kiss. “Mmm, it’s okay. What we did tonight was necessary. If we want to change the world, then we have to walk in the dark.”

“I know. I’m fine. It was nothing.”

“Right, right,” she said. “Mmm, just sit down on the couch. Let your baby sister suck your dick.”

“We’re twins, Moira. I’m barely older than you. By minutes.”

“Mmm, just let your baby sister relax you with her hot mouth on your dick.” She winked at me.

Both of them pressed me to the couch. Once I had sunk down it, my sister was busy unfastening my jeans while Nisha knelt beside me. She raised herself until her breasts were at the perfect height. I turned my head and latched onto a nipple.

I suckled.

Her creamy milk flowed into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored that wonderful treat flowing out of her. It was so relaxing. I groaned as I nursed from her. The motherly drink spilled down my throat.

My fly zipped down. My sister pulled down my jeans and boxers. My cock sprang out hard into her hands. She engulfed my cock in her mouth and suckled on me. She nursed with hunger on my dick. The pleasure melted down to my balls.

I gulped down my thought form’s milk and savored my sister’s blowjob.

The creamy milk gushed into my mouth. I loved how warm and delicious her breast milk was. I savored just how wonderful she tasted. She wasn’t real, but her milk still tasted delicious anyways. It was amazing to have all that wonderful cream spilling down my throat.

It was fantastic.

My sister bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. She suckled with passion. I groaned around Nisha’s nipple as Moira’s hot tongue swept around the crown of my cock. The pleasure burned through me.

I groaned, loving every bit that she gave me. She swept such heat through my body. I ached as she worked that hot mouth up and down my cock. Moira knew how to love me. I closed my eyes, the night fading away.

There was just the bliss.

The pleasure.

“That’s it, Master,” Nisha cooed, her gentle, motherly fingers stroking my face. “Mmm, just drink down all that milk.”

I groaned around her nipple, nibbling on her with my lips. I suckled again, her warm milk splashing on the back of my throat. I gulped it down. The warmth settled in my stomach and radiated out through my body.

My dick throbbed in my sister’s mouth. She suckled with such passion on me. My twin put her all into loving my cock. Her hands cupped my balls. She played with my testicles, massaging them. She wanted all my cum.

“I know your sister is making you feel amazing, Master,” purred Nisha. “And now we can search for the third woman. I’ll start tomorrow at your school. I bet it’s one of your teachers. Mmm, there are some real beauties, aren’t there?”

Yes, there were. Mrs. Lindstrom, the hot MILF principal. Ms. Carlyle, my math teacher. Mrs. Mathers who taught my business class. Mrs. Shoemaker who I had for chemistry the year before. Mrs. Fillmore who I had never had as a teacher, but I had seen her around campus.

She was a smoking fox.

I couldn’t wait to find out who this woman was with a sham marriage I would need. I savored the pressure building and building at the tip of my dick. That need to cum screaming in my nuts. I gulped down the with breast milk with hunger.

“Mmm, that’s it,” purred Nisha. “Just erupt into your sister’s mouth. Just spurt all your jizz into her. She wants it. So, do you.”

I did. I wanted to so much.

I moaned around Nisha’s nipple as the pressure in my nuts hit that bursting point. My cock erupted into my sister’s mouth. I pumped her full of my jizz. Moira squealed around my dick and gulped down my cum.

She swallowed every drop of my jizz with such hunger. She swallowed it again and again. It was a treat to erupt over and over into my sister’s mouth. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. Stars flashed across my eyes.

Bight and brilliant stars filled my mind with such sparks. I groaned, savoring this moment It was absolutely amazing. Just fantastic to pump all that cum into her mouth. I groaned, savoring the heat rushing out of me.

“Damn,” I groaned, my mouth popping off Nisha’s nipple. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. Shit!”

She gulped down the last of my jizz. My sister stared up at me with her eyes so bright and wild. She ripped her mouth off my dick, drool and cum spilling down her chin. She grinned at me and turned around. She flipped up her skirt.

She had no panties on. She parted her butt-cheeks to expose her brown hole. “Mmm, it was hot watching you suckling on nothing. Does your thought form give you breast milk?”

“Yes,” I groaned, slipping off the edge of the bed. I reached her and pressed my wet dick into her butt-crack. I felt we were being watched. Her succubus peered at us from the shadows. Ms. Lucille Rayne the teacher was also her personal servant. Her familiar.

I grinned and thrust against my twin sister’s asshole.

She whimpered as I did that. Her anal ring stretched and stretched. I groaned, thrusting against her. I loved the way she resisted me for a moment more. Then her anal ring widened. I popped into her bowels. It was a hot thrill to sink into her.

She felt amazing. I groaned, loving the feel of her cunt around me. I pressed deeper and deeper into her bowels. I sank into that wonderful, velvety sheath. She had such a wonderful asshole. I groaned as I bottomed out in her.

“Mmm, that’s my big brother’s cock,” moaned my twin sister.

“Your succubus enjoying the show?” I asked, glancing toward the shadows where I felt her lurking.

“Oh, yes,” she said. “Do you want her to come out and join the show?” My sister wiggled her hips. “I could send her to Mom to let her have a relaxing—”

“No!”

My voice cracked with anger. “Leave Mom out of this. She doesn’t need to be tainted by our perversion.”

“Sorry,” Moira said. “God, you’re such a mama’s boy. But that’s okay, I love you and your big dick anyways. Fuck me hard, big bro.”

“Yes, yes, fuck your slutty sister so hard,” Nisha cooed as she hugged me from behind. She licked my ear. “Pound her.”

I nodded and drew back my cock. The pressure of her asshole was an incredible delight. I savored the bliss of her velvety sheath around me. It was so passionate. I fucked into her backdoor. I rammed in deep and hard.

My nuts slapped into her taint. She groaned, her butt-cheeks rippling from the impact. My hands slid up my sister’s sides, stroking her as I pumped away at her asshole. Her hot hole felt so good around my dick. Just so amazing.

“Damn,” I groaned as I pumped awa

y at her bowels. “Oh, damn, that’s so good. That’s just amazing.”

I fucked my sister hard in the asshole. I pounded her with everything that I had. I loved it so much to thrust into her anal sheath. She gripped me hard. Her velvety sheath brought me closer and closer to erupting.

“Yes, yes, yes,” my petite twin moaned. She tossed her head, her dyed-purple hair dancing. “Oh, that’s it. That’s it, big brother! I’m going to cum!”

I slid my hands up her side and rubbed at her small boobs. She whimpered as I did that. I found her nipples and pinched them. Her anal sheath clamped down hard. I loved that sensation. I savored her fucking me like that. It was an incredible rush having her holding me like that. A delicious pleasure. I would have an amazing climax.

She massaged me with her tight asshole, my nuts slapping into her taint. My twin sister cooed in delight, her bowels gripping me. The tip of my dick rejoiced every time I plunged to the hilt in her anal sheath.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “That’s so good. That’s just amazing. I’m going to burst.”

“Mmm, good,” she cooed. “That’s what I want to hear. Just explode in my asshole.

“You’re going to get it,” I groaned. Nisha’s boobs rubbed at my back. “Let me feel that hole going wild.” I twisted her nipples hard.

Her head threw back, her purple hair tossing. She gasped as her asshole convulsed around my dick. The wonderful heat was incredible to feel. I loved every second of her bowels spasming around my cock. It was an incredible rush to have her anal sheath sucking at me.

“Fuck!” I groaned and erupted.

Nisha hugged me so tight as I spilled my cum into my little sister’s asshole. I hosed her down. I loved every second of spurting into her writhing bowels. It was a wild thrill to baste her with my jizz. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest.

“That’s it,” my twin whimpered. “Oh, that’s the cum I love! I need! It’s the best jizz! Yes!”

Her anal sheath worked out my jizz. She massaged me with that fantastic anal sheath of hers. I shuddered, my mind savoring that wonderful rush of spilling my seed into her asshole. It was always a thrill to do that. Just a passion.

I panted and pulled my cock out of her asshole. She turned, clearly wanting to suck on it. I shook my head. “Not tonight. It’s late. Very, very late. We have school in the morning.”

“We could skip it and spend…” She trailed off. “Fine, I’ll skip it. You go be Mr. Perfect.”

“Yes,” Nisha purred. “And we can start our search for the third woman.”

I was so eager to meet her. I rose, savoring the feel of her boobs rubbing into my back. She felt great about me. I savored that presence as I rose and headed toward my bedroom. Nisha hung onto me while my sister pouted. I could feel her wanting to do more.

It worried me. She had such low impulse control.

But she was committed. And she was my twin sister. Her magic was very useful. I shouldn’t scoff at that. I closed the door to my bedroom, my thought form breaking away from me. I sighed and dropped off onto the bed.

I closed my eyes. Saw the man I had murdered. He had no idea I was there. I had been invisible to him. I just had to wait for the perfect opening and stab. It had been so easy. Too easy. A life shouldn’t be that easy to take.

I sighed. It was necessary.

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Moira Black

I sighed as I threw myself on my bed, my asshole full of my twin brother’s cum. There was such power in his jizz. Such sexual energy. It was what let me bind Anahita to me. My succubus watched from the shadows again.

She could take on corporeal form or lurk as a spirit in the darkness. I had her utterly tied to me. She would never break away. It was ironic that by transgressing one of the Laws of God, enjoying incestuous love with my brother, I could chain the succubus to me with such strong bonds.
That was the truth of the universe. If you wanted to have power, control, and authority, you had to break the rules. My brother understood that. He had proven it tonight. I could have worked powerful magics with such a transgression as murder.

My brother wouldn’t like that.

I had power. I could give him more power. He really should rely on me more. Did he even need these other women? Maybe Susannah for the public image, but that bitch Sable? I stared up at the ceiling and stared at my hand.

He relied on me tonight. That was important.

My hand curled around an invisible handle. I wished I could have killed that disgusting man. A quick look on his hard drive… The world was a better place without him. But that wasn’t why I wanted to kill him.

I really could have worked some amazing magic with it. My teacher hard taught me that the only force in the universe more powerful than sex was blood. Both were part of life, but one started it and one ended it.

The latter would always be more powerful than the former.

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Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I knelt in the Ritual Room of my family’s estate. I turned sixteen in a few moments. Midnight approached. I knelt naked, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. When one day died and the next began. My day.

A man’s birthday was always a powerful day for him. Other factors went into it. Under what sign he was born? Certain familial traits. But his birthday was an auspice one to assume new responsibilities. To take on new mantles.

My motherly lay spread eagle before me in the center of the magic circle. Her naked body quivered, arms and legs stretched wide. Her shaved pussy aimed right at me. She shuddered there, her pussy juices dripping down to her taint.

An offering. A sacrifice.

Rearing above Mother was the statue of Molech. The idol. The hungry demon had a wide-open mouth with a tongue that stretched down its body almost to its rock-hard phallus like he wanted to lick himself or the offering before him.

I shuddered, as naked as my mother. She writhed on the floor, eager for the ritual to begin. She had been used in sexual magical rites since she had been claimed by my father. I had been conceived on such a magic circle like this.

But tonight’s ritual would be even more powerful.

I would be fucking my mother. I would cross that taboo threshold by ramming my cock into her cunt. This ritual would allow me to gain my birthright as a Swartzenburg. I was so eager for it. So ready to bury my dick into her.

Father stood to the side in his black suit with a red stole draped over his neck. The thin strip of cloth reached nearly to his knees. He wasn’t jealous that I was about to fuck her pussy. He had married my mother for the power of her bloodline.

She was a descendant of Eleanor of Aquitaine.

She had the blood of royalty in her veins.

So did I. My line traced back to the Carolingian and the Merovingians. Powerful blood pulsed in my veins from my father and mother. I was so ready for the ritual to begin. I ached to mount my mother and ram my cock into her pussy.

Father held the pocket watch in his hand. It ticked closer and closer to the moment. I heard it, the sound so steady. So regular. My father lifted his eyes from the pocket watch to meet mine. I tensed, ready for the moment to arrive.

“Now,” he said.

“Molech, the Ever-Hungry,” I spoke with confidence, words that had been ingrained in me for years, “whose gluttonous lusts are never satiated, watch as I transgress flesh and blood by taking my mother. My seed spilling into her womb is my offering to you. And a promise. Proof that I will break any taboo in your service! Make any offering! Any sacrifice! Bless me as you have blessed my father, his father, and all the men of my bloodline back to the dim reaches of history!”

As I spoke, I entered the magic circle, ready to pounce. When I said the final words, I rammed my dick into my mother’s cunt. The most transgressive sexual act. This was the pussy that had birthed me. The cunt that had brought me into the world.

I groaned at the feel of that hot twat around me. It was so hot having my mother’s pussy around me. Father watched as Mother moaned like a wanton whore. Her back arched and her big boobs heaved in the air.

Molech watched, too.

I slid my hands up Mother’s body to cup her big boobs. I squeezed those lush mounds. I loved the feel of her pussy around my cock. She had such a great cunt. I groaned as I fucked into her pussy. I plowed over and over into her wonderful snatch.

This was such an amazing cunt. I groaned, enjoying that hot snatch around me. My mother’s pussy. The hole that had birthed me. I would soon be flooding her womb with my seed. I sacrificed the purity of our familiar relationship with tawdry lust.

For power.

The energy of our taboo sexual congress swept around us. I groaned, my nuts slapping into her taint as I fucked her hard. I pounded her with everything that I had. I loved that wonderful sensation. It was fantastic to bury into her cunt.

“Yes,” I groaned, knowing Father would want me to have this power.

Molech drank in the power I created by pumping away at my mother’s cunt.

“Fuck me!” Mother moaned, her pussy clamping down on me. “Oh, pound me! I want to cum on my son’s big, strong dick! You’re such a handsome stud, Charles! So handsome!”

I grinned at my mother’s words, loving the whore’s passion. She clamped her twat down on me as I buried into her queenly cunt. I loved the feel of her hot twat gripping my dick. She held me tight as I fucked her with passion.

I thrust into her again and again, the pressure swelling in my nuts. They brimmed with all the cum that would explode out of my nuts. I loved the way my mother’s forbidden cunt gripped me. Her twat walls massaged me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, fuck me! I love having my big, strong son’s cock in me! Flood me with your cum!”

“Yes!” I growled, slamming hard into her cunt. I savored this heat melting down to my nuts. “I’ll fill you with my seed!”

She moaned with such whorish lust. Her thighs gripped my waist. Her eyes stared at my strong body as I hammered her cunt. My dick buried over and over into her pussy. I reached to her cervix. To the entrance of the womb that created me.

Her pussy clamped down hard. She held me tight as I pumped away at her. My nuts swelled with the pressure. I rose toward that bursting point. I would have such a mighty explosion of cum. I would baste her twat with everything that I had.

I couldn’t wait. The moment hurtled closer and closer. Molech waited for that moment, the sexual energy swirling around Mother and me. She moaned, her face twisting with delight as I buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Mother’s pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned as her orgasm surged through her. She bucked, her boobs bouncing as her taboo flesh suckled at my dick. Molech’s spirit quivered in the idol. I could feel the demon’s full attention on me as I buried to the hilt in my mother’s writhing cunt.

I erupted.

I flooded my mother with my incestuous seed. I bucked as the sexual rite hit its peak. We had both climaxed. Her cunt convulsed around my spurting dick, milking out my cum. I pumped more and more into her.

I shuddered as the power rushed into me. Molech’s blessing swelled through me as Mother’s cunt rippled and writhed around my dick. She suckled at me with such wanton delight. I threw back my head, my body bursting with ecstasy.

“Lord Molech!” I gasped.

I erupted a final time.

Rapture consumed me. The full blessing fell on me. I swayed and the world spun around me. I spotted a young man. Unassuming. Dark-brown hair. A handsome face. A rakish smile. He wasn’t rich. Wasn’t powerful. Wasn’t important. A nobody who lived in a trailer.

And yet a black shadow spread from him. It reached long and far. He eclipsed the sun with his presence. I gasped in fear at this young man. Behind him, four women lurked while at his side stood a wavering idea.

Then the vision vanished.

“No!” I gasped and fell forward, my hands planted on either side of my mother, my cock still buried in her. Molech’s left me.

“What did he show you?” demanded Father.

“A threat,” I panted. “A young man, maybe my age, who cast a shadow that eclipsed the world. He had four women with him, shining from the light behind him.”

My father stared down at me, his eyes hard. He rubbed at his chin. “I must investigate this. Molech wouldn’t have sent the warning for no reason.”

“So we can stop this young man from destroying us?” I asked. “I don’t want to be beneath his shadow, Father. I want to cast them!”

“Yes!” Mother groaned, her voice throaty with pleasure.

“I have work to do,” said Father. “Enjoy your mother for the rest of the night. She’s yours to use as you see fit now.”

“Yes, Father,” I said and stared down at my mother. My cock throbbed in her. I had so many ways I could use her.

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