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Chapter Fifteen

Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I found myself driving aimlessly, hard and horny and needing to fuck someone. Just anyone. I don’t even know why it had settled on me with such power, but it had. Now I had to find a woman to fuck. I just needed to pound her.

That would be a glorious thing.

My dick was so hard with the idea. It throbbed in my pants as I passed through the Augustines’ neighborhood. I wanted to fuck Mrs. Augustine again. To fuck her and her daughter. I ached for it. I had to be patient.

I had already enjoyed her twice today. Once at school and once in her house after classes.

As soon as I had the poison, I would give it to her to remove Zach from the picture. If someone realized he was poisoned, Mrs. Augustine would take the fall for me. She would claim she did it because she found out he was sleeping with her daughter.

She had to protect her chastity or some nonsense like that.

I didn’t care. I just had to fuck someone. Anyone.

I drove down the street slowly, taking another turn. I was in the suburbs. Families living the American dream with two kids and a dog. I peered through the windows and spotted a dining room. A father and son sitting down, the wife bringing in dinner. She was a delicious woman. Her hair was a vibrant shade of honey brown. She wore this tight-fitting top, casual but it didn’t hide her breasts size. A motherly woman.

A loving wife and mother. Faithful. Wholesome.

I had to pervert that.

I pulled into the driveway, my dick so hard. I ached to exercise the power that Molech had given me. I was the son of one of the richest men in the world. Not the ones who appeared on Forbes. The new billionaires. No, no old money from the time when royalty ruled. The ones who had to go into the shadows to survive the “democratic” revolutions.

We subverted them. Bought politicians. Owned entire swaths of the economy. Hidden behind shell corporations. We had managed wealth since the dark ages. From before. My ancestors once ruled in Egypt. Greece. Rome. We moved where the power was.

Why we were in America now.

I marched up to the front door. A lord who had the right to claim any woman I wanted.

I pounded on the door, my cock so hard for this. I heard footsteps rushing up. The son opened the door. He gave me a look, suspicious and annoyed. He didn’t know me. He should be on his knees groveling before me.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I need to speak with your mother,” I said.

“Mom!” he shouted and walked away from the door. “It’s some kid for you.”

“Some kid?” she answered. She moved into view, those lush breasts bouncing in that blue top of hers. She had on a pair of jeans. Comfortable. Her hips were shapely. She worked out as she came up to me. She blinked at the sight of me. “Oh, my.”

Her cheeks flushed. The arousal swept over her. She knew I had power. Money. That I should be worshiped by her. It didn’t matter how much she loved her husband. Nothing could stop that flush of heat from washing through her. Not if she lacked any power to defend her mind from my sexual domination.

She was just a normal woman. Helpless before Molech’s gift.

I cupped her face and kissed her. She whimpered as my lips melted on hers. The open door shielded us from her family. They had no idea our tongues wrestled. She moaned like a bitch in heat, not caring if any of her neighbors saw us.

This was power.

“Honey?” her husband asked. “Who is it?”

She broke the kiss and gasped, “I… I don’t know. He’s…”

“In need of a good blowjob,” I said. “On your knees.”

“Yes,” she moaned and dropped to her knees right there on the patch of faux stone flooring before the door. A place to take off her shoes before trampling on her pristine, beige carpet. “I’m good at that!”

She attacked my pants. She unzipped my gray slacks. I didn’t wear jeans. I wasn’t a peasant. She opened my fly and yanked them and my boxers down. My cock popped out. She groaned as she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth and swallow my cock.

I groaned at the warmth of her lips sliding over my dick. That was what I needed. That hot mouth sucking on my dick. She nursed with passion on me. My eyes squeezed shut. It was wonderful having her nurse on me.

Just fantastic.

“What is going on?” her husband asked. “Honey, why are you…” Her husband trailed off as he came around the open door and witnessed his wife sucking on my dick. He watched her bob her head like a wanton slut. “Jenny!”

Anger boiled over his face. He balled up his fists, wanting to pummel my face. I gazed at him. Let him feel my majesty. The power of Molech radiated through me. He shuddered, his eyes widening. Fear washed through him as his anger fled.

He wilted with impotence as his wife suckled my cock with hunger. She worked her mouth up and down my dick. Jenny. Her pet name. She worshiped me with that sweet mouth. Her pink lips work up and down me.

“What is going…?” The son appeared and gasped. “Mom! What the heck!”

He looked as furious as his father. They were so alike in appearance save the father wore his years on his features. The son bristled, ready to kick my ass. But I looked at him. I grinned in triumph as I enjoyed his mother’s mouth.

“That’s it, whore,” I groaned. “You’re going to swallow all my cum, right?”

The MILF moaned around my dick, her left hand gripping the base. She stroked it, her wedding ring flashing.

“Jenny,” her husband whimpered.

“Mom!” Her son quivered there. “This… I… What are you doing?”

“Worshiping my dick like the whore she is,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, your mother knows how to please a cock.”

She suckled hard on me. She nursed with such force. It wouldn’t be long before I was cumming. Just firing blast after blast of cum into her mouth. That would be fantastic. I wanted to flood her belly with everything that I had.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with such force. It was fantastic. I groaned, my heart racing as she did that. I hurtled for that wonderful moment. Toward that bursting pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good.”

My nuts tightened as the wife suckled on my dick before her son and husband. It was outstanding to feel that mouth doing that to me. She worked on me with all her might. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was amazing.

I loved it. I savored that delight, my heart pounding. The son looked so ashamed of his mother while the father just looked hurt by his wife’s betrayal. She didn’t care. She just had to worship my cock. She had to make me cum.

I loved it. I savored that delight. She groaned around my cock. She suckled on me with all that she had. She nursed on me. It was just an outstanding delight having her do that. Just a wonderful moment to feel her mouth around my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. That’s so good. Damn!”

I hurtled toward my orgasm. I would have such a big burst of cum in her mouth. I would just spurt all the jizz that I had into her. I groaned, savoring the heat of this moment. It was fantastic having her do that. I loved it. She suckled with all that she had.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned. “You’re going to get my cum!”

She moaned around my cock, suckling hard.

“Jenny,” her husband whined. “What is going on?”

“Mom!” The son glared at me.

I winked at him and erupted into his mother’s mouth.

I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my cum. I blast her with all that jizz. It was incredible to flood her mouth with so much of my spunk. She gulped down my spunk. She swallowed all my seed with such desperate hunger.

I grunted with each blast, flooding her with more and more cum. I filled her mouth up with my jizz. She swallowed it all. I loved how she did that. She gulped it all down. That was a beautiful moment. I was in such awe right now.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s so good.”

I fired the last of my cum into her mouth. I shuddered as she swallowed it all down. She gulped down every drop of it. That was just a perfect moment. I was so glad to enjoy this pleasure. I sucked in a deep breath.

She nursed on my dick with her hot mouth as I panted. “Damn, your wife still wants more cum after swallowing my load. She’s just such a whore. Right. Aren’t you a whore for my dick? Let your husband know.”

She popped her mouth off and moaned, “Brad, I’m such a whore for this dick.”

“Such a whore, you’re going to strip naked then beg me to fuck your ass before your husband and son, right?”

“Jenny,” whined her husband again.

“Yes!” she moaned and hopped to her feet. “I want you to fuck my ass while my son and husband watch. I want them to see how much of a whore I am.”

“Mom,” her son now whimpered, no longer angry. The boy looked away as she peeled off her top and threw it down. She had a plain, white bra on beneath. She reached behind her and unhooked it deftly.

Her big boobs spilled out, her fat nubs thrusting out hard. I grinned at that, my dick throbbing. Her husband just stared on in disbelief. Tears beaded the corners of his eyes. I wanted Zach to look like that when I fucked Susannah, but…

Zach was dangerous. He had to be removed from the game.

Jenny unsnapped her jeans and kicked off the fluffy slippers she wore. She shoved off her pants and panties in a single go. I smiled as she peeled them down, her brown bush appearing. She kept it trimmed. Her juices beaded on it.

The scent of her sweet pussy filled my nose. I breathed it in. “Smell how wet your wife is, Brad. She is dripping for me!”

“So dripping,” she moaned and dropped to her hands and knees. She wiggled her rump at me. “Oh, fuck my ass while my husband and son watch. I want them to see me being your whore.”

I grinned. That was more than I asked her to say, but she wanted to please me. And she knew cucking her husband would do just that. I was so ready to fuck her. Just so eager to plow into her pussy. I loved that.

I dropped to my knees and slapped my cock on her rump. She moaned like a whore. I smiled as I slid my cock down into her butt-crack. Spit lube would have to be enough. I slid my spongy crown down her crevice and found her asshole.

I nuzzled right into her backdoor and pushed.

She gasped as I did that. She trembled as I drilled against her. She whimpered as I pushed and pushed on her. She moaned like such a whore. It was a delight to hear. She wiggled her hips back and forth as her anal ring widened.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Fuck my ass! I’m your whore!”

“Who is he?” her crying cuckold asked.

“I don’t know!” she moaned. “He’s… my lord! That’s enough!”

Her asshole swallowed my cock. I sank into Jenny’s velvety heat. The MILF-whore moaned with her wanton delight as I buggered her. It was fantastic to slide into her bowels. She squeezed down on me. That felt incredible. I loved being in her that much.

She squeezed her bowels down around me as I went deeper and deeper into her anal sheath. I shuddered as I bottomed out in her. It was an incredible moment to be in her. I loved that so much. she was just an amazing whore.

She wiggled her hips, stirring her asshole around my cock. It was fantastic feeling her doing that. I trembled, loving having her around me. I was buried to the hilt in her anal sheath. She squeezed her bowels down around me.

“Ooh, that’s so good,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s just awesome. Fuck me, Lord! Fuck my asshole with that amazing dick!”

I grinned and drew back my cock. She massaged me with her velvety sheath. I plowed back into her, my crotch smacking into her butt-cheeks. She whimpered as she took so much of my cock. I loved being in her.

I thrust to the hilt in her cunt. I fucked her bowels with force. I plowed deep and hard into her snatch. It was just amazing to pound her bowels with all that I had. I groaned, burying into her. I fucked her fast.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, my Lord, that dick is amazing!”

“Better than your husband’s?” I grunted, pounding her.

“So much better!” she moaned, wiggling her hips.

I grinned in satisfaction as I fucked her bowels with such force. I buried into her again and again. I fucked her with all that I had. It was outstanding. I loved this so much. I fucked her with such mighty prowess.

This was just outstanding. I loved it. I was so glad to fuck her anal sheath. It was fantastic. Her asshole held me while her husband just sank, stunned, into his recliner. He sat on his throne as I buggered his slut-wife.

“Fuck me!” she moaned. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” I moaned. “I want you to cum! I want you to just convulse around my dick!”

She moaned and nodded as I fucked her asshole. I pounded her bowels with such force. I fucked into her hard and fast. I thrust to the hilt in her again and again. I slammed deep and hard. She squeezed her bowels around me.

The pressure grew and grew in my nuts. They slapped into her taint. I had so much cum to flood into her body. I wanted to fill her pussy. Go straight from her asshole to her cunt. That would be so hot. I slammed into her.

“Cum, whore!” I snarled. “Cum on my dick!”

“Yes, yes, yes, Lord!” she howled, squeezing her anal sheath around my dick. “I… I… Yes!”

Her asshole convulsed around me. Her wonderful bowels suckled at my cock. I buried into her, savoring that delight before I drew back and back. I popped out of her writhing anal sheath, so close to bursting.

I buried into her spasming cunt. She whimpered, her pussy spasming around my dirty dick. She suckled at me with that married sheath. The pressure hit the peak at the tip of my cock. She polished me clean and made me cum.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled as I pumped her cunt full of jizz.

This was what I needed when I left the house. Just this delight. It was such a perfect moment. I was so glad about it. I enjoyed pumping blast after blast of my cum into her snatch. She milked me with that writhing pussy.

“Fill me with your cum!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, fill me with all that jizz. It’s incredible! I love it so much!”

I dumped my load into her snatch. I fired blast after blast of my cum into her pussy. The pleasure swept over me. It was fantastic to feel her married twat rippling around me as I dumped my cum into her pussy. I groaned with each eruption of jizz into her. It was just perfect to enjoy that delight.

I grunted as I pumped the last of my seed into her pussy. Her husband watched on, just so shocked by his wife’s actions. I loved them. I was in heaven here. They were just the perfect thing for me to enjoy. I was glad for dumping my cum into her pussy.

“Damn,” I groaned. “That was a great fuck, Jenny.” I slapped her ass.

“It was amazing,” she moaned and glanced behind me. “You’re leaving.”

“Yep,” I said, zipping up. “I got what I needed. I just had to release some pent-up energy.”

“But… but…”

I grabbed my phone. “What’s your number? Maybe I’ll want another romp.”

She looked up at me with such delight in her eyes. I loved it. She told me her number. I put it into my phone. I was feeling outstanding as I left behind her family. They were stunned by what I had done to their mother.

Ass to pussy.

That was definitely a new delight I was glad to try out.

Chapter Sixteen

Moira Black

I finished painting the magical circle in blood.

Mrs. Swartzenburg’s blood.

I had to work with care. My body shook from the adrenaline of my first sacrifice. I could still feel my athame sinking into her flesh. Blood dripped down my face. It was so messy to kill her and cut out her heart. I would have to burn those clothes to hide the evidence.

She lay nearby, her skin pallid. Her magnificent breasts ruined by my knife. I was a tad out of breath. It was more difficult than I thought to cut out a heart. Ribs were tough. But I had managed. I had managed.

I was naked, the way magic should be worked. I didn’t need to masturbate. There was more than enough blood—life—that I didn’t have to substitute sexual energy. That was the power of human sacrifice. The transgression sent ripples through the spiritual world.

I had my circle drawn along with the representation of the River Lethe sweeping through it. I picked up the heart, holding it in my hands before me. An offering to the goddess. I drew in a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

My heart raced.

Her screams echoed in my ears.

“Hecate,” I cried out, “here is what you ask! Let the River Lethe flow through their memories!”

The heart in my hand burst into black flames. Hecate consumed my offering, finishing the spell that I had started to cast in Sable’s house. The power flowed through me like a real river. It gushed out into the world, a flood that swept out toward the minds of Mrs. Augustine’s lovers.

It erased from them all her extramarital activities.

The energy was so strong. So powerful. I quivered with the euphoric high of being a conduit for this much magic. Hecate worked through me to affect the world. The power buffeted me, wanting to erase me, but the magic circle protected me from the River Lethe destroying my memories.

I smiled at the black fire burning hot for a moment more.

The flames snuffed out.

The heart was wholly consumed.

I rose to my feet. The pasta that had been boiling now burned in the pot. The smoke set off the fire alarm. I gathered my bloody clothes in a garbage bag and stepped over the corpse on my way to the door. I restored my veil and stepped outside.

I walked down the driveway, my athame gripped in my hand. I sucked in deep breaths, the shakes returning. I reached the gate and climbed over it with ease. I marched to the limo and opened the door. I slipped inside.

“Take me home,” I said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Ms. Denise said, under my power right now.

I did it. I was a real witch now. My first human sacrifice.

So why was I crying? I rubbed at my cheeks as my body shook. My teacher told me I would have to cross this line one day. It was done. I had murdered the mother of my enemy. I had carved out her heart and cast the spell to help my brother.

I hugged myself and silently sobbed.

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Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

I felt good when I pulled up into the driveway. I headed to the door and… heard the smoke alarm blaring. I ripped open the front door to the smell of smoke. And blood.

My mother…

Horror froze me at the sight of her lying sprawled on her back, her chest ripped open. A magic circle drawn in her… in her…

I rushed forward, grief slamming into me. I picked her up. “No, no, no, no!”

I held her in my arms. She was limp. Her head lay back. This could not be happening. She was mine! My mother. She was violated by… That bastard Zach. He did this. He attacked me. Taunted me. Used my mother for some rituals.

I darted for the stairs, cradling her body. “You’re not gone. It’s not too late. You’re not gone, Mom!”

I hurtled down in the basement.

“No, no, no, you’re not gone! You’re not!”

Panic swept through me as I burst down into the basement to where my altar to Molech lay. I had erected it complete with a bronze statue of the hungry god. He sat above it, looming, his horns almost touching the ceiling.

“Not too late!”

I sat her on the altar. Her lips were blue. Her eyes stared up in horror.

I trembled as I darted around the room. I grabbed the candles from the box. I sat them down around the circle before the altar. I lit each of them, my hands smearing her blood across them. On the circle.

They burned as I ripped off my clothing. My shirt. My slacks. I threw it all down. I knelt naked in the circle, staring up at Molech. I had to get her back. I knew Zach did this to me, and he would pay. He would pay dearly.

I bowed low, but first…

“Molech! I come before you naked and in awe of your power. I have a boon, my God. Raise my mother! Restore her to life!”

“What do you offer me?” Molech boomed in my head. The bronze statue quivered. “What sacrifice do you have?”

I reached for my phone. I found the new number. That woman. She picked up. “Hello?”

“It’s me, slut,” I growled. “I need you.”

“Yes!” she whimpers. Her husband was shouting in the background.

“Is that him?”

“He needs me!” she cried. “Shut up. Where do you need me to be?” I told her my address. “I’m on my way, Lord!”

I went upstairs, my body trembling. I paced around the magic circle. It was dedicated to Hecate. She used one of the Five Rivers. But which? The Lethe, Styx, Phlegethon, Cocytus, or Acheron? Each one had a different sphere. The Lethe affected memory, the Styx was used to make inviolable vows, the Phlegethon was used to enact destruction, the Cocytus was used to punish and deliver retribution, and the Acheron was to curse someone with woe.

All of them were bad.

It was hard to focus. My mother would come back. She was not gone. She had not been taken from me. I would get her back. I would murder Jenny. I would cut out her heart. A life for a life. Molech was a god of Sacrifice.

They all were, but he appreciated it more than others. To sacrifice a life to Hecate…

It was a powerful spell.

One that affected many.

But why?

A buzz rang. Someone was at the gate. I rushed to the call box and pushed the button, seeing Jenny in her car. The gate opened. She drove through. I took a deep breath. I had never killed before. But I would murder the entire world to get my mother back.

The car passed through the gate and drove up to the house. The door opened, her car beeping because she hadn’t closed it. She rushed up to the porch. She pounded on the door with a frantic beat. I opened it.

She flung herself into my arms. “Oh, Lord!”

“Come with me,” I said and pulled from her. I grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the basement.

She gasped as the stove still smoked, The fire alarm still blared. “W-what is all that… that…”

“Don’t worry about the blood,” I said. “Everything will be fine. You would do anything for me, right?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Die for me?”

“I would,” she moaned, so caught by the enchantment around me. It was a powerful thing to do to a person. To so ensnare them. Molech gave this gift only to his chosen family. My family. The men of my line had worshiped Molech for five thousand or more years.

I dragged her downstairs to the altar. She gasped again at the sight of my mother’s… form. I would get her back. Molech quivered. He could feel what she was. A mother who’d born children. I had filled her womb with my seed.

She might have quickened with new life. That would make this even more powerful.

I threw her down over my other’s body and picked up my athame. A black blade blessed by Molech and quenched in blood. A tool that had been in my family for thousands of years. Forged of cold iron. Meteorite iron. It was a powerful tool.

“I love you!” gasped Jenny as I raised the knife.

I slammed it down into her heart, driving the blade through her body and into my mother’s… form. Jenny gasped. She gurgled. The candles flared up as I ripped the blade out of her. The woman’s eyes opened and closed.

Her blood spilled out of her into my mother’s body.

“Molech!” I cried, holding up the bloody blade. “A life for a life!”

The bronze statue rumbled with Molech’s passion.

The candles snuffed out. Darkness plunged around us. I shuddered at that moment. My heart pounded in my chest as black flames erupted before me. They consumed Jenny’s body. The fire illuminated the statue of Molech in shadows.

A wicked grin spread on the bull’s head of the god.

The fire blazed hot, a furnace that could melt iron. I withstood it as something rushed down. I felt it slam into my mother. The flames danced and spurted. They went out, the body of Jenny consumed utterly.

Light glowed from Molech’s statue. A ruddy glow like he had been headed in a hot fire. It shined down on my other’s body. Whole. Hale. Not a wound to be seen. Her fingers twitched. A smile spread on her lips. Her eyes snapped open.

She rose with an unearthly grace. I stepped back. I could see it in her eyes. It was my mother and it… wasn’t. There was something more to her. She sat like a queen on the altar, staring at me, her smile playing on her lips.

“Who are you?” I asked as she sat there.

“Why, I’m your mother,” she said with amusement. “Eleanor Swartzenburg.”

I shook my head. “There’s something else in you.” My stomach twisted. The damage to her body was too much to be healed without… “Possession.”

“Such a smart son I have,” cooed Mother. “I and your mother and I am Ashtaroth, Queen of Heaven. Now kneel, boy. Kneel!”

The weight of her will slammed into me. Fear sparked through me as the pressure of the Queen of Heaven forced me to my knees. I shuddered there. She was here. In the flesh. Cold sweat broke about my body as she spread her legs now. They slid over my shoulders. The ruddy glow from Molech slowly faced until…

We were in darkness lit by the few glowing motes that danced around her head.

“Worship your mother and Queen,” Mother purred. “Mmm, show me everything that you know.”

I had brought a demon into this world. A demon far, far mightier than me. I quivered and pressed my face into her pussy. She tasted just as tangy as my mother. Felt the same. This was my mother’s pussy, the hole that birthed me, and yet…

Something evil dwelled in her now. Something nearly as cruel as Molech.

Zach did this! It was his fault!

I tongued Mother’s pussy. I pleasured her and the demon in her. My tongue flicked up and down her pussy folds as she slid her fingers through my hair. She gripped me, holding me to her cunt. I would be her slave.

I had fallen low.

Molech was punishing me. He didn’t have faith in me. I let my mother be killed. I was… pulled from her. That lust. It was a lure. I was too young and stupid and horny not to realize I was being tricked.

I thrust my tongue into Mother’s pussy. I swirled around in her, feasting on her with passion. She moaned her delight as I danced in her. I would make her cum. I had to. Ashtaroth was not a demon to disobey.

I gripped her familiar rump as she smiled down at me. The glint in her eyes had me shivering. I trembled as her tongue flicked through her folds to her clit. She shuddered, those big and lush breasts of hers quivering.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, my good boy,” she purred, almost sounding motherly.

I flicked my tongue through her folds. I lapped at her with all my passion. I stroked over her bud, making her shiver and shudder. My fingers dug into her rump as I frantically ate her. I had to make her cum. I was driven to make her explode.

She gripped my short hair as she ground her shaved, tangy pussy on me. Her head threw back as she moaned her delight. I flicked my tongue through her folds, tonguing her with frantic hunger. I was so driven to make her burst. She shuddered as I feasted upon her. I licked and lapped at her with all the passion that I had. She moaned louder and louder.

“My good boy,” she coed. “That’s it. Make me cum! Make me explode! Yes, yes, that’s it!”

I tongued her with all that I had. I flicked my folds through her snatch, just so ready to make her burst. It was a wonderful time to feast on her like that. She ground her snatch on me, her hips wiggling from side to side.

“Oh, you’re just such a good, good boy!” she hissed. “You’re going to do just what Mommy wants, right?”

“Yes!” I whimpered into her pussy. “Yes, I am!”

I had to be. This was my punishment. I let my mother die, and now I had to be her slave. My hatred for Zach burned in me as I flicked my tongue around in her snatch. She trembled, rising toward that bursting point. I could feel it building in her.

I suckled hard on her clit. I nursed on her with all my might. She gasped out in delight as she trembled on me. Her breasts bounced and heaved. They were so delicious to watch. They smacked together as she climaxed.

“My good boy!” Mother howled.

Her tangy juices drowned me. I licked them up. I lapped up every last drop of her juices. She quivered through her ecstasy. Her body trembled through such rapture. I drowned in her cunt cream. I reveled in all that passion.

I licked and lapped up all the creamy drops. I flicked my tongue through her folds, loving this moment so much. She shuddered and moaned, her boobs swaying back and forth. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she enjoyed what I did to her. It was a fabulous moment. Just an outstanding treat to drown in all that pussy cream.

“Yes!” she hissed, her eyes burning with darkness. She stared down at me, her orgasm passing. “Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to be my good boy, Charles!”

“I will, Mother!” I cried into her pussy. “I swear I will be! Just help me kill him!”

She smiled. “Why do you think I’m here? We are going to destroy him. So long as you do exactly what I tell you to do.”

“Yes, Mother,” I moaned.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Moira slipped into the house wearing… an oversized t-shirt. The sort that you would buy at a gas station. It had, “I saw Mount Rainier, and all I got to show for it was this lousy t-shirt” printed on it along with a silhouette of the iconic mountain.

“Where have you been?” I asked her.

“It’s done,” she said with a smile.

“What is?” I asked, frowning.

“I wiped everyone’s memories of fucking Mrs. Augustine. Everyone that’s not in our little circle.” My twin sister pulled off the t-shirt. She was naked beneath. “Ugh, gas station bathrooms are not clean. I need to take another shower.”

“How?” I demanded. “How did you do it? I thought you had to kill Charles’s mother and offer up her heart.”

She flashed me a cocky smile. “I did. I cut out her heart. He’s going to be off-balanced. We should move on him soon.”

I stared at my sister in horror.

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