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Chapter Thirteen

Moira Black

After two weeks of research on how to kill Charles without him just stealing another person’s life, and I had come up with nothing.

Nada.

Zilch.

I leaned back in my chair at my desk in my room in Sable’s mansion. I should be in her bed. We were dating, after all. Not that she took me on dates or anything. Or bought me gifts. Only in public did she acknowledge my existence.

I should annoy her more. That would be fun. More fun than my eyes going blurry from research. It was like studying but I couldn’t just cheat to pass this test. I had to find a solution. If we couldn’t deal with Charles’s soulbonds, we would have to find another way to limit him.

He was in prison. Anything we did ran the risk of backfiring big time. If a high-value prisoner like him escaped, there would be consequences. Scandals. There already was an investigation into how Charles was stabbed. How the prisoner got the weapon into the courthouse.

I didn’t worry about any of our people talking. They were bound to Zach. My big brother had everyone wrapped around his finger. He was in the perfect position to make sure that everything worked out. I was glad for that. He was a good man.

The door opened. I smelled my brother. He had this manly musk. The floor creaked as he crossed to me. His hands rubbed down on my bare shoulders. I shuddered as he massaged them. I groaned, leaning back in the chair. I craned back my head and stared up into his supportive eyes.

“How’s it going?” he asked as he worked his magic thumbs into all the sour spots.

Boy, he knew just where to touch me to make me feel just amazing. I was so glad for that. I was so thankful for him. My big brother would soothe everything away. There would be no problem with him around. I could relax I smiled as he massaged me with his fingers. He kneaded his fingers into all the spots that needed it.

“Badly,” I finally admitted. “I’ve poured over every book I have and trawled the web. Nothing.” I hesitated, wanting to mention one source I could try, but I was frightened to contact my Master now. The man who trained me was my father.

My body… wanted my father as much as Zach. In fact, Zach looked so much like our father just with darker hair. I ached to spread my legs open for both men. They were both a part of me. Just like Charles was.

It was so messed up that we were fighting our brother and our father. That was why I couldn’t turn to my teacher. He was the enemy. One of the very powers that my brother strove against. The temporal proxy for Moloch and the other demons.

I couldn’t tell my brother any of this because then I would have to admit everything about myself. All my shameful secrets and… I just couldn’t do that. I was a coward. Too frightened to even contemplate doing it.

My brother said, “You need a break.”

“I do,” I said, pushing down my shame. “But I’m too tired to move.”

“Well.” He smiled at me, clearly in a loving, big-brother mode. I didn’t want to miss out on this chance. He had many distractions, so I had to treasure every chance we had to be alone.

When was the last time it was just me and him?

He scooped me up in his arms. I was so happy as he carried me not to the bed but out of the room. Oh, I guessed it wasn’t going to be the two of us like I hoped. He headed down the hall to his bedroom. Susannah waited on the bed naked, her big boobs jiggling. My half-sister was endowed. She took after her whore-mother.

Knowing she was our sister helped to take the sting away that she was my brother’s wife. At least he could call one of us that title. I was his secret sister-wife. Just like mom was his secret mommy-wife. Susannah was lucky to be his public wife.

And the most precious thing to him. The creature he wanted to keep pure and innocent of all the awful things we were doing behind her back. Like killing Charles. Maybe we had to just kill all the guards and prisoners. Just kill Charles enough times.

He’d run out of soulbonds eventually.

No, no, Zach would never go for it. And there had to be a magical solution. I just had to find it.
Or invent it.

“Mmm, we’re going to make you feel so good,” Susannah said, grabbing a bottle of massage oil. She rubbed some on her hands as my big brother set me down on their bed. I rolled over onto my back as Susannah started rubbing me. She had a gentle touch. “How’s that?”

“Good,” I groaned. I wasn’t going to lie, this was wonderful. So I wasn’t alone with my brother, but I was alone with my brother and sister.

It was all incest and taboo.

The hands worked up and down my body. I shuddered at the delight of that. She caressed me with her delicious hands. I loved her caressing me like this. I shivered as she rubbed up and down my back. My brother took over with my legs.

“Yes,” I groaned as he worked at my calves. “Oh, that’s just so good.”

He shoved my legs apart, exposing my pussy.

“Please say this finishes with a happy ending?” I purred.

“All my massages do,” purred Susannah. “Sable’s been teaching me.”

“I need to kiss her!”

“Wait until we’re at school to maximize how much you annoy her,” my brother suggested.

“So wise,” I breathed.

He worked his hands higher and higher to my thighs. His fingers were so strong. He dug into my flesh, his thumbs working in circles. They pushed into my muscles, massaging away all the strain. I was so glad for what he did to me. I was so thankful for my big brother. He was just such an awesome individual.

He worked higher and higher. I hoped he would go for my pussy, but he went for my buttocks instead. He massaged my asscheeks. His fingers parted them, his thumbs sliding through my crack and brushing my backdoor.

No penetration.

I would love some penetration.

He kneaded my butt-cheeks with both his strong hands. He dug his fingers into them. My ass, sore from sitting down, rejoiced. I loved what he did to me. I was so glad for him. My brother was just an amazing guy.

Susannah was pretty good, too, but the real relief came from my big brother massaging me. I squirmed here, my pussy itching. I was horny but strangely contented to just enjoy his massaging. For now.

“Yes,” I groaned as he worked his magic. “You’re so good, big brother.”

“I know,” he said. “If you’re going to conquer the world, you better be able to give your subordinates rewards.”

“Such wonderful rewards.”

“They get better,” Susannah said. “Why don’t you roll over? We can to the other side.”

I grinned from ear to ear. “A titty massage?”

I rolled over quickly as Susannah grabbed the massage bottle. I lay on my back, my small boobs quivering. They were cute and adorable A-cups. She drizzled the massage oil on each of them. My twin swept his hands up my belly.

I loved his touch on me. It was pure delight to have him caressing me like that. I shuddered in delight at his fingers caressing me. He found my nipples and twisted. I whimpered with the heat of that moment. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I loved every second of this passion. I savored how he massaged me. It was so good to have him pinching my nipples. I loved every second of what he did to me. I trembled as he twerked my nipples. He twisted them.

I squealed in delight.

He twerked them. Pleasured them. It was such a good feeling. I moaned in delight as he worked his magic. My head tossed from side to side at what he did to me. I shuddered, a big smile spreading on my lips as he played with my nubs.

He was so good at that. Just so wondrous. Susannah moved beside him between my thighs and rubbed at my belly. She massaged my stomach as she worked lower and lower, caressing over my shaved pubic mound.

“Oh, yes, happy ending here I come,” I purred.

Susannah smiled at me as she slid her fingers over my pussy lips. She rubbed at my cunt. I groaned as she did that. It was so good having her do that. I groaned in delight, savoring that passion. The pleasure rippled through me as she massaged at my cunt.

She worked up and down my pussy lips. I loved her doing that. Her fingers were so delicate as she massaged at my vulva. She stroked around my tight slit as my brother massaged my small titties. He twisted my nipples with his oily fingers.

That was amazing to feel him doing that. I groaned, my face twisting in delight. He twerked my nubs. He twisted them. I groaned, my back arching. It was such an incredible delight to have him twisting them back and forth.

I gasped out in delight at what he did to me. What they both did.

“Mmm, there,” purred Susannah. “That was good.”

My brother pulled his hands from my nipples. “All massaged.”

“But what about my happy ending?” I whimpered as they both stopped touching me. I stared at my twin and our sister. “My pussy needs something. A pussy massaged. Maybe a deep tissue massage.” I winked at him.

“Perhaps a tongue bath,” cooed Susannah.

“That could work,” Zach said.

The two of them leaned over. I quivered in delight as the pair of them pressed their faces into my pussy and tongued me. They licked at me. I shivered as they did that. It was so wild to feel their tongues sliding over my folds.

I shuddered as they both licked and lapped at me. They both stroked me with their tongues. That felt so good. I was in heaven here. I was so glad for it. I trembled as they feasted on me, their tongues stroking through my folds.

“Oh, yes,” I whimpered, my back arching.

My brother had some stubble that felt wonderful on my pussy lips. I trembled as he licked and lapped at me with all that he had. I groaned in delight as his tongue flicked through my folds. He made me quiver with delight.

They both thrust their tongues into my cunt. It was like they were kissing each other. Making out inside my cunt. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring that delight. It was so good having them doing that. I trembled, my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I groaned, my body shuddering with that delight. It was so good to have their tongues in me. They were both doing such wicked, wicked things to me. “Oh, you two are amazing!”
I would totally have the happy ending I needed.

My brother and sister tongued my cunt together. I savored every last second of them doing that. My eyes rolled back in my head as they flicked about in me. This was an amazing moment. I loved every last second of it.

I groaned as they both swirled around in me. It was so good to have them feasting on me. I trembled, my cunt clenching down on that wonderful tongue sweeping around in me. My eyes rolled back in my head.

It was such a good delight. A wonderful moment to have all this pleasure building and building in me. Their tongues stroked over me. They caressed me with their passion. They stroked my clit. I gasped at the sparks sizzling from it.

“You two!” I whimpered.

“Drown us,” growled Zach.

“Have your happy ending, Moira!” Susannah purred.

He suckled on my clit as her tongue plunged into my cunt. I loved him nibbling on me. He was so good at that. He knew just what he was doing to me. I groaned at the heat building in me. I would have such a big burst of delight.

I rose toward it, her tongue dancing around in me. He nibbled on my clit. I shuddered at how good that felt. My back arched, my small tits jiggling. I grabbed my oiled nipples and twisted them. Or tried to. My fingers popped off.

I burst in rapture.

“Oh, yes!” I gasped as my cunt cream bathed their faces.

I drowned my brother and sister. They licked up the cream that gushed out of me. I loved them doing that. It was so good to have all that delight rushing through me. My back arched, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I squealed. “You two!”

Wave after wave of incestuous rapture drowned my mind. They licked up my passion, their mouths working together. They kissed me. Loved me. They drove me wild with all they did. I loved it so much. I was so happy to have them both in my life.

I was just so thrilled to have them both loving me. They stroked their tongues through my flesh. I shuddered through all that wonderful delight. It was so good to experience. This was the situation that I craved.

I loved it.

“Oh, big brother,” I moaned as the pleasure crested in me. “Fuck me! I still need that deep-tissue massage from your big dick!”

“Good,” he said and rose.

“Mmm, fuck her so hard,” Susannah purred. She crawled out of the way. She settled down to watch, her hand sliding through her blonde bush. Her big tits jiggled as she frigged herself, eager to watch the fun.

How delicious of her. I was eager for her to do that, too. This would be such a hot moment. I loved her licking her lips, her eyes so hot and burning with her need to watch me getting fucked. She buried her fingers into her pussy.

She groaned in delight.

My brother kissed me, his lips soaked with spicy pussy juices. I loved him kissing me. He made out with me with such passion. His cock nuzzled into my depths. I shuddered at what he was doing to me. He felt so good in me. I loved having that wonderful cock in my pussy. Just loved it.

He thrust away at me. He fucked my cunt with all that he had. It was just so amazing to have his cock filling me up. He thrust away at me. He pumped his cock in and out of my pussy. I shuddered at the way he did that. He buried into me with such force. It was so good having him do that. I loved it. I loved it so much.

He filled me up with that magnificent cock of his. The mighty dick that would save the world. Oh, that was nonsense. It wouldn’t be his dick that would save the world. It would be his mind. His soul. Still, it was a hot fantasy to think about as he bottomed out in me.

“Damn,” he groaned.

I held him tight as he drew back. I shivered as he massaged me with that glorious cock. He thrust back into me. I trembled, my boobs rubbing into his chest. He pumped away at me with his passion. My big brother filled me up over and over.

He fucked me with that superior dick. He buried into my cunt again and again with that wondrous cock. I loved every last second of him plowing into me. I enjoyed it immensely. It was so good having him thrusting away at me.

“Big brother!” I moaned. “That’s so good.”

“Yes, it is,” he growled, fucking her with force. He buried to the hilt in my snatch over and over again. He pounded me with that amazing rod. “Damn! Just enjoy your deep tissue massage!”

I grinned up at my big brother. “Trust me! I am enjoying it!”

He winked at me as he fucked my cunt. He buried to the hilt in my snatch over and over. The pressure built and built in me. I hurtled toward that amazing moment when I would burst on him. I just wanted to explode on his cock.

I ached to have all that pleasure rushing through me. I wanted to have so much of his dick fucking me. It was so good to have all that bliss hammering my cunt. I loved it. I worshiped him. My big brother showed me why he was amazing. Why he was just such an incredible stud.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as he brought me closer and closer to the cumming.

I clamped my pussy down on him. I worshiped him with my twat. I ached for every last second of that pleasure to burst in my snatch. He buried into me with his outstanding dick. He thrust to the hilt in me. I shuddered at that delight.

His pubic bone ground into my clit every time he thrust into me. He fucked me with such force as I whimpered, rushing toward such a magical moment. I couldn’t take much more of this. I clawed his back as he plowed into me.

“Big brother!” I moaned. “Oh, big brother!”

“Yes,” he panted, fucking me with such passion. He thrust into me with that amazing dick. My pussy clamped down on him. I quivered beneath him, reveling in this delight. My eyes rolled back in my head as he plowed to the hilt in me. “Cum, Moira!”

“Yes!” I howled and found my happy ending.

My pussy convulsed around his dick. I suckled at him. The pleasure washed through me. I bucked beneath him, my nipples rubbing into his chest. Sparks sizzled from my buds. I loved every second of this. I quivered through the rapture, my eyes rolling back in my head as I enjoyed every last second of this bliss.

“Oh, oh, that’s so good,” I moaned as he pumped away at me. “Cum in me!”

“Yes!” he groaned and made this even better.

His cum pumped into my pussy.

He soaked my bred twat with his seed. The heady rush plunged through me. It was such an amazing moment to have all that dick pumping into me. He fucked me so hard. He churned me up with his delicious dick. I was in heaven here.

My eyes rolled back in my head from the delight of his spunk pumping into my snatch. He groaned on me. Susannah squealed in the background, cumming on her fingers as our brother pumped more and more of his jizz into me.

“Yes, yes, big brother!” I howled as the phone rang. It was so good. It was just an amazing moment to have all this pleasure surging through me. “Oh, that’s amazing!”

The phone kept ringing. Susannah reached for Zach’s cell phone that was on the nightstand. He grunted as he dumped the last of his cum into me. He kissed me. I held him tight, my entire body rippling through me.

“Mistress Sable?” Susannah asked. “Yes, he’s with me. What is it?” A beat. “Wait, who is visiting Charles?”

Chapter Fourteen

Charles Swartzenburg II

“Brother?” Ashtaroth’s words had me shaking. I stared at her through the thick, plexiglass divider in the jail’s visitor center. “What do you mean Zach’s my brother?”

Ashtaroth smiled, twisting my mother’s beautiful face into inhuman glee. It was so sickening that the demon puppeteered her body around the world. My own fault for trying to revive her. But if I could just banish that demon from the body, I should have my mother back.

I hoped to have my mother back.

“You haven’t figured out what is going on yet?” Ashtaroth asked. She was taking such delight in being here. She had betrayed me. That was why I had failed to kill Zach. My followers had fled at her command. She had arranged it all. “My, my, I thought you were brighter than this.”

“It appears not. What is going on, Mother?” I didn’t hide my contempt. I had kowtowed to this creature. Been terrified of her. She had used me because of my weakness.

“Why did you think your father sent you no support? He is waiting to see which of his sons comes out on top. You’re losing, but… Maybe you’re not as weak as I thought.”

I almost didn’t hear her last words as the fury burned in me. Father was behind this? He unleashed me on my own brother. It was ridiculous to make me fight to prove I was the best. I slammed my fist down on the table.

“I’m his heir!” I snarled. “The eldest! The right of the firstborn son is a powerful thing. Why would he squander it on a lesser son.”

“There’s precedent,” purred the demon. “Isaac wasn’t Abraham’s firstborn. Nor was Jacob the first son of Isaac. Joseph was the eleventh son of Jacob but was also his favorite, and his second son was given the firstborn blessings by Jacob on his deathbed. Even David was the least of Jesse’s battalion of sons. But that doesn’t matter here. You and your brother have the same birthday. You were born, well, within moments of each other.”

I leaned back, my heart pounding. “He intended this all along.”

She nodded. “A gauntlet to prove which of his sons was fittest. The one raised in privilege, or the one raised in poverty. Which one would be hungrier for the power and how would they use it? So far, Zach is showing himself to be exceptional, but…”

“But?”

“A soulbond.” A shiver ran through Ashtaroth. “I might have been hasty to switch my attention to Zach. You might have some worth after all. Prove you are amazing, Charles, and I will help you get revenge on him.”

“Zach?” I demanded.

“If you’re worthy, Zach will be dead.” She rose and smiled from ear to ear.

“I’ll want my mother back.”

“Once you have your father’s power, well, it’ll be easy to arrange me a different vessel. You shall have her back.” She headed to the door. “Prove yourself. But don’t take too long, I have plans in motion involving your brother.”

She blew me a mocking kiss and headed for the door.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I burst into the command center in the basement of the mansion. It was staffed by several female technicians. They were 911 dispatchers I had recruited with Detective Carson’s help, along with more sexy cops from the surrounding counties to work directly for me.

I wasn’t just recruiting cultists.

“Has she left the courthouse?” I demanded. We had been looking for Ashtaroth’s vessel for weeks now, and she just waltzed into jail to see her son. I thought she had abandoned him.

“Not yet,” Detective Carson reported.

“Drone is coming up,” said Bianca. She ran the command center.

On the screen, a drone piloted by Bianca herself was hovering over the jail. It was a Pierce County Sheriff drone that she controlled thanks to our connection to the department. We had this room set up as a communication department for Pierce County. Like we were a satellite office of South Sound 911, the company that ran it all for the county and most of the cities, including Tacoma.

It was a shot of the front of the jail at the corner of 9th and Yakima Avenue.

“That’s Krystal’s car,” said Bianca, pointing to a gray car sitting on the curb. “She’s in an unmarked unit.”

“Good, good,” I said. “Other units.”

“Moving in,” said Detective Carson. She was wearing a pair of thigh-high stockings and a garter belt, a corset lifting her breasts up into a pair of jiggling mounds. It was the standard uniform in the command center. “We do not have much assets in the area.”

I nodded. “We have the drone.”

“Command, she’s leaving,” Deputy Krystal Greene reported on the radio. “She’s getting in the red Porsche.”

“Wonderful,” said Sable. She had her own little throne room where she oversaw it in her corset and thigh-high boots. She had a riding crop that she tapped into her boot. She liked to be down here and overseeing her secret police. “Follow her.”

“Tell her not to be too close,” added Detective Carson. “We have the target with the drone.”

Bianca relayed that information. She was handling the comms and piloting the drone with panache.

“Susannah, don’t just stand there,” Sable said. “Suck Zach’s dick. He is hard.”

“Yes, Mistress,” my wife said and darted toward me. She flashed me a grin before dropping to her knees, opening her mouth wide, and engulfing my cock.

She suckled on me. Her mouth worked up and down my cock as the red Porsche pulled onto 9th Avenue and headed down the hill toward Pacific and Highway 705. I slid my fingers through Susannah’s hair as I enjoyed her sucking.

Ashtaroth would not get away from us.

Susannah swirled her tongue around my dick. Pleasure washed through me. I hardly felt it as I tracked her down. On the GPS map, dots moved. Those were other cops. They were converging. Bianca and another dispatcher, an Indian beauty named Reva, were guiding the units. The Porsche went straight through at Pacific.

“She’s going for Highway 705,” said Sable. “Have your units ready on north and southbound I-5 to join the chase.”

“And Pacific at 38th Street,” added Detective Carson. “She might just be zipping up the hill.”

I savored Susannah’s mouth as the Porsche merged onto I-5 South. She didn’t take Highway 16, so she wasn’t off to Gig Harbor. I studied her as she drove down the freeway, the drone keeping up. These surveillance drones were something else.

As she neared Highway 512, another drone took up the chase. She went eastbound now, heading for Puyallup. Toward us. I enjoyed that sucking mouth. I slowly built and built toward my orgasm. It was such a treat to have Susannah sucking me.

More cars were following her at a distance. Others were at the major exits. She passed Pacific. Portland Avenue. She got off at Canyon and headed south again. Cars were racing down side streets as she went farther and farther south.

She finally stopped at a warehouse past 176th Street. She pulled into it as Deputy Krystal drove past in her car. Others were stopping before it. She went up past it. On side streets, more cops were forming a perimeter.

“Damn,” I groaned as Ashtaroth drove her vehicle to a set of open doors and vanished inside. They rumbled shut. I caught a glimpse of young women pushing it shut.

“We’ve had reports of illegal raves from this location,” Bianca reported. “For the last few weeks. Low priority with the county.”

“That’s it,” Nisha said. “That’s where she’s hiding.”

I smiled at my thought form. My dick throbbed in Susannah’s mouth. The pressure at the tip of my cock burst. I erupted. My cum splashed against the back of her throat. She moaned in delight and gulped down my cum.

I shuddered as the pleasure slammed through me. Such ecstasy slammed through me. Such triumph. I was in heaven here. I was so glad to enjoy that bliss slamming through me as I knew we had her.

“I want that place surrounded,” I growled. “I don’t want her to escape. Then we’ll go in there and corner her.”

“No, no,” Moira said, shaking her head. “That’s a demon. That’s her lair. We don’t just want to go in there without preparation.” She smiled. “But she’s a demon, so she’s vulnerable to being trapped with magic.”

“How?” I asked her, Susannah suckling on my dick. Pleasure twinged through me.

“A magic circle.” Moira rubbed her hands together. “The mother of all magic circles, and it’ll need a lot of power.”

“Where do we get that?” I asked.

“Why, your worshipers.” She grinned from ear to ear. “It’s why you made your cult. You have sixty or so of them. They’ll have an orgy. I will channel that power into the circle. It’ll cut her off and weaken her.”

I glanced at Nisha.

My thought form nodded.

“It’s not going to be that simple,” said Detective Carson. “To go in there we’ll need help. We’ll have to have a reason. It can’t just be to raid a rave. They won’t give us much manpower for something as pedantic as that. Plus, if there are no drugs in there, they’ll just be released pretty quickly. No, no we have to go with something bigger to get the manpower we need to do this.”

“Bigger than a drug raid? What, say they’re a murderous cult? The Manson Family 2.0.”

“What makes every Alphabet Agency so wet for, Master,” the detective said, those delicious tits of hers jiggling in her corset. “Terrorism. Then we get the FBI involved. I know a female fed working out of the Tacoma office we can use. She’s hot. A redhead.”

“Making inroads with the FBI will be advantageous to us,” said Nisha. “They are already a political weapon of the elite. The secret police who often create terrorists and militias to keep Americans frightened that they rely on them. They have a long history of this. You’ve heard the stories of J. Edgar Hoover.”

“Set up the meeting,” I said. “We’ll use our own cops to keep them contained then let the FBI take the risk on the assault.”

“After I depower her,” said Moira. “Ooh, this is going to be so much fun!”

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FBI Agent Donna Preston

I was more than a little surprised when Annette Carson called me up with a terrorism case. Something she was scared to talk about in open channels. I could smell something juicy. I needed a promotion. I wanted to get back to being a Special Agent in Charge. To run a field office.

Maybe even to work on the Seventh Floor back in D.C. where all the real decisions were made. Where the power was to be found. I could be the Director of the FBI if I played my cards right. I already claimed I was bisexual to get diversity points and have a better chance of a promotion.

Then I could still date a guy but be LGBTQA.

The sun was setting as I reached the gravel parking lot of an office building on Canyon just past 176th that was under construction. I wasn’t sure if they were still working on it or if work had stalled because of the economic downturn.

I parked my car and walked toward Annette. She was standing at the other end of the lot in a trench coat like she was Humphrey Bogart or a flasher. She smiled at me and motioned me over to her. She straightened and moved from her car.

“What is this?” I asked. “This is pretty cloak and daggery. Like an episode of House of Cards or The Sopranos.”

“Can’t be too careful,” she said as I approached her, my heels crunching on the gravel. “You would not believe what’s involved.”

I nodded. It was growing darker so I didn’t notice the strange design drawn in the gravel until I was crossing it. I paused and realized someone had made a circle like with their shoe, furrowing the small rocks. There were other markings like it was satanic or something. I frowned as I noticed another young woman step out of the shadows.

“What is this?” I demanded as she placed her hand down on it.

Light flared and…

I felt so good.

I relaxed my grip on my 9mm. I had been about to draw it, but why? I was so warm. Too warm. I didn’t need these clothes. I started to draw off my blazer and let it fall to the ground before attacking the buttons of my silk blouse. It was a nice cream hue.

Annette smiled and opened her trench coat. The detective was wearing a corset beneath, her breasts bare. So was her pussy. Shaved and delicious. I had the sudden urge to actually be bi. To eat a woman’s pussy for the first time.

I wouldn’t have to lie about it. I would know what it was like.

Neat.

I unzipped my skirt and shoved that off. Letting it drop down my thighs. My bra came off next, my red hair fluttering in the breeze. It was nippy out. I glanced down at my tits and those hard nubs. Yep, definitely nippy.

Is that where that word came from? When it was nippy, your nipples got hard?

“Nippy nips!” I giggled at that. Ooh, I felt amazing.

“These spells,” a young man said, stepping out from the shadows in a trench coat. He took it off and was naked.

And hard.

“Ooh, is that cock for me,” I cooed. “I’m bi! It says so on my HR report. I’m bi but I’ve never eaten pussy. I’m going to eat pussy and get fucked by a guy. That’ll prove I’m bi.”

“Yep,” he said. “Enjoy her cunt. Detective Carson’s delicious.”

“Oh, yes,” the young woman said beside him.

I stepped out of my panties as Annette stepped into the circle. Her nips were nippy, too. I chortled with such delight as I dropped to my knees. The gravel was annoying, but there was pussy to eat and a cock to fuck me. What more did I need?

Especially that cock.

From that hunk.

I was so wet for him to fuck me. So eager for him to ram that big dick into my pussy. I wanted it more than I could believe. Then I could think. I gripped Annette’s thighs. The detective smiled down at me, nodding.

“Just surrender to his domination,” she purred. “Our Master is going to fuck you with the only dick you’ll ever need in your life. And the good news is there will be plenty of chances for you to prove your bi. Lots of women in the harem. They’re all hot. Like you.”

“Yes!” I moaned and buried my face into her pussy.

I was hot. A sexy FBI slut that needed to be fucked by him so badly. I wanted his cock burying into me. I craved him to thrust away at me. He had to churn me up. He had to drive me wild with that big dick of his. I wanted him to bury into me with all that he had.

Oh, she tasted so good. Tangy. I lapped at her juices, unable to get enough of them. They were just so delicious and perfect for lapping at. I had to feast on her with all that I had. My tongue thrust into her depths.

I swirled around in her. I loved how good she tasted. She whimpered as I did that. Her back arched. He moved up behind me. I trembled, wanting his big dick to be in me. He gripped my hips and slapped his cock on my rump.

“Fuck me, Master!” I moaned, not even caring who he was.

I just wanted to be owned by him.

Dominated by him.

Fucked so hard by him.

He pressed his cock into my pussy, nuzzling into my shaved folds. My petite body trembled. My small boobs quivered. I was so ready for this hung man to pound me. I could feel he was thicker than my boyfriend. Than all my boyfriends.

Than my last boss.

He buried his cock into me.

I moaned into her pussy, licking at her twat as I savored his big dick in me. I loved his large cock filling me up. He was so delicious to feel in me. I was in heaven here. I just wanted him to pound me with so much force.

He gripped my hips and drew back his dick. It was so spectacular to have him do that. It was a delight to have him in me. He thrust back into me, his nuts slapping into my clit. I gasped into Annette’s pussy.

“He’s amazing,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, he is,” purred Annette. “Now just enjoy, Donna. Just enjoy.”

I moaned into her pussy as I savored that big dick thrusting back into me. He fucked my cunt with force. He buried to the hilt in my snatch with all that I had. He buried into me again and again. He fucked to the hilt in my snatch.

I loved him churning me up. He buried deep and hard into my snatch. I clamped my cunt down on him. It was a spectacular delight to have him thrusting over and over into my snatch. I whimpered, wiggling my hips.

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

“Yes, yes, it is,” I moaned, my pussy gripping his dick.

His amazing cock speared into my pussy again and again. He thrust deep and hard into my twat. It was an absolute delight to have him plowing into me. I couldn’t wait to cum on his cock. I wanted to have all that pleasure bursting out of me. I wanted to just explode with such delight.

He grunted, burying his cock into me. He fucked me with force. With passion. He churned me up, pressing my face into Annette’s pussy. I licked at her tart snatch with wild abandon. No thought. No idea what I was doing.

Just pure licking.

Pure lapping.

I had to make him cum. I had to drown in all her pussy juices. It was so good to feast on her cunt. It was a fantastic delight to have him fucking my twat. He reamed me out. I whimpered, wishing I wasn’t on the birth control pill.

He would bust bareback in me, and I wanted his seed to soak through my womb and knock me up.

I wanted this hunk’s baby.

It was such a primal thing. I needed it. I squeezed my cunt down on his big dick as he fucked me. He thrust deep and hard into my snatch, his balls slapping into my clit again and again. I wanted to explode on him

“Master,” groaned Annette. “Oh, she just loves my pussy so much.”

“Yes, she does,” growled Master. “You’re going to be my good girl, right, FBI slut?”

“Yes, yes, I’m your FBI slut, Master!” I moaned, my pussy clamping down him. “Fuck me! Breed me! Use me! I want it all!”

“Yes, she does,” the other girl. The one who made the light. “Ooh, big brother, fuck her so hard. Make her yours.”

“Make me yours!” I squealed in absolute delight.

I was so ready to be his. It was just such an incredible delight. I enjoyed every last second of this heat swelling in me. In the distance, music started thudding. It was like there was a rave going on nearby or something.

I really didn’t care.

I thrust my tongue deep into Annette’s pussy. I swirled around in her as he churned me up with that awesome cock. I couldn’t take much more of that big dick fucking me. I wanted to cum so badly. I was so eager for all that pleasure to burst out of me.

I was so ready to just have a huge climax. He thrust away at me with such passion. He buried into me with all that he had. It was such a perfect thing to experience. A wondrous delight to enjoy as he buried into me with all that he had. He slammed to the hilt in my snatch.

I exploded in delight.

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt writhing around his dick. “Oh, yes, yes!”

The pleasure swept through me and slammed into my mind. Stars flashed across my vision as I enjoyed this delight. My cunt spasmed around his dick. I loved that pleasure rushing through me. I groaned, my cunt rippling around his dick.

“Shit!” he growled.

I just moaned, sucking on Annette’s clit.

“Oh, damn, yes!” she gasped as her pussy juices gushed out of her cunt.

I drowned in her juices as he fucked my writhing cunt. He plowed to the hilt in me and joined us.

“Yes!”

Light flared about us again as his cum spurted into my cunt. He chained me with his jizz and his dick. Leashed me with his virile passion. I was his. Body, mind, and soul. I could feel that as he filled me up with spurt after spurt of his jizz.

My spasming snatch suckled at his spurting shaft. I worshiped his big dick. I loved every last second of his cum spurting into me. He flooded me with all of it. Every last dorp of that wondrous spunk. He filled me up with it. I groaned in delight.

I was just so happy.

More and more of his cum pumped into my twat. So much of his jizz filled me up. It was fantastic to have all this delight rushing through me. I quivered through such wondrous might. My eyes rolled back in my head.

I moaned into Annette’s pussy. Her juices spilled tart down my chin as I shuddered through every last second of this delight. I was so happy to have all this bliss rushing through me. My cunt spasmed around his dick. I milked him dry.

It was fabulous.

Wondrous.

He fired the last of his cum into my pussy.

The light died.

“Now,” he said, “we have to raid some terrorists. I need you to organize it and hold the perimeter while we ready our magic circle. No one in or out.”

“Yes!” I whimpered, so ready to do anything for him.

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Moira Black

Hours later, and it was a zoo.

The FBI descended in force in the middle of the night while the rave was going on. The party was thumping. The music filled the night, the “terrorists” oblivious to the fact that they were surrounded by the FBI’s Hostage and Rescue Team.

The agents looked like soldiers more than cops. Like Navy SEALs or something.

I moved around the perimeter under my Cloak of Invisibility. It was a useful spell to keep out of the view of others. I had to make the most of it. I needed to make this perfect. So I took my time with each spell.

I had five points to draw. Each one was its own magic circle to make a much larger pentacle. I had to use GPS to get it right. I started with Google Maps to draw my magic circle out on it. Now I was following my phone until…

I was in her tight spot.

I worked quickly. I had five of these to get up. I needed to have each and every one of them ready as soon as possible. The cult was meeting nearby for the orgy. They had to be close to work this magic. Susannah was organizing it.

I finished drawing my first circle.

I shivered. This was it. We would be going to war with Ashtaroth. The demon would not know what hit her. I was giddy with the rush as I hurried off to my next point, the cold, night air washing around my body.

I loved being a witch.

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