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Chapter One

Moira Black

Sable darted after my brother as I buried my face into my hands and sobbed. Zach knew I lied to him about Charles being our half-brother. I was afraid. So afraid. Nothing had gone right tonight. Everything had been such a failure.

“Shhh,” Mom said. Her arm went around me. She held me despite what I had done. She was stroking me.

Then Susannah was there. Her arm went around me, too. She held me tight as my entire body shook with my guilt. How could they hug me when I had messed things up so badly? I had lied to my brother, and he knew the truth. My spell had backfired. So many people were dead and… and…

He knew the truth.

He hated me.

“Shhh,” Mom whispered. “It’s okay.”

I sniffled. “How?”

She smiled at me. “You’ll see.” She wiped at the tears on my cheeks. “So… your father’s been teaching you magic?”

I nodded dully.

“When did that start?”

My body shivered. “A year and a half ago. Right after I turned fifteen. He…”

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Moira Black – A Year and a Half Ago…

I was in the school’s library watching Zach studying. He was so focused on it. So intense. He wanted to do something great. I knew what it was. I was his twin sister. How could I not know what he wanted to accomplish? We shared a womb. We came into this world together.

I wanted to help him so badly, but I didn’t know how. He was so much smarter than me. I just sat here, staring at him and feeling so helpless. He worked hard, writing notes down in a notebook. It was such a thick book. He turned page after page like it was nothing.

I glanced down at the book before me. The Bible. Whenever Mom said she had problems, she would read the book. I had gone to church every Sunday of my life, but what was in here said I couldn’t help my brother the way I wanted to. Needed to.

Incest was a sin.

I shut the bible. It was no help. No comfort. I just watched Zach as he packed up. He was always so punctual. He put his belongings into his backpack and headed out of the library, passing the librarian. The woman was so beautiful in her low-cut blouse and her unbuttoned cardigan. She had glasses perched on her nose. She was almost inviting Zach to look down her top at her bountiful cleavage.

She sensed he was great, too.

He didn’t, of course. Zach was too noble to do something as tawdry as ogling a woman. Not me. I stared at that cleavage. She was such a hot woman. I wanted to eat her pussy while my brother fucked me from behind.

There was another thing I wanted that the Bible said was bad.

I was a girl filled with sins. They were bursting out of me. I wanted something to change. I ached to share women with my brother. Even that uptight Susannah that fawned over him. The one everyone at church thought would be his wife.

She had big boobs, too. She was developing like her mother, Mrs. Augustine. It was so unfair. I had little boobs. They were cute tits. I sighed, glancing at the librarian. She was beautiful. I would love for her to give a private lesson on anything.

Like cunnilingus. She could eat my pussy.

“You won’t find power in there,” a man said.

I blinked and looked up to see a suave man with dark hair. Like he was from the French Riviera or something. He smiled at me. It was dazzling. A primal wave of heat rushed out of my pussy. I had never found another man besides my brother attractive, but…

“I’m sorry?” I said, shaking my head.

“That’s what you crave, yes?” he asked, pulling the bible from me. “This book is all about giving up power to God. Sacrificing your potential so that you can be limited by His narrow view. You will never get what you crave by cutting yourself off from power.”

I swallowed.

“’For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil,’” he said.

“What?”

“Genesis, Chapter Three, Verse Five. The King James Version. I always enjoyed the poetry of it. Not so cold as the ESV or NASB, wouldn’t you agree?” He tapped the top of my bible. It was an ESV. “You understand, yes? God did not want Adam and Eve to eat from the Tree of Knowledge because then they would be like him. That is still the case today.”

“They didn’t become like god. They sinned and were cast out. Evil entered the world because of Adam’s sin.”

He smiled. “But Evil was already in the world. ‘And his tail drew the third part of the stars of heaven, and did cast them to the earth.’ Revelations, Chapter Twelve, Verse Four. A third of the angels rebelled against the Lord in the beginning. The Serpent in the Garden was their leader. He goes by many names.”

“Satan.”

“A pejorative. I prefer Lucifer. Light-bringer. Helel ben Shahar. The Brilliant one, Lord of the Morning. He and those other stars who fell wish to free us from the shackles of the Lord. To give us power.” He smiled and leaned closer to me. “You want power to help your brother.”

A shiver raced through me. Who was this man? “How do you know that?”

“Your brother has a destiny. He may become a great man if he can withstand his trials. If he has a sister who can help him. A sister with power.”

“What sort of power?”

“To manifest her will upon reality to seize what she needs. Good. Evil. These are the shackles that bind us from true power.” He glanced at the librarian, Mrs. Stein. “You lust for her?”

My heart beat faster. “N-no. Lesbianism is a sin.”

“There is another shackle cutting you off from power. Do you want her?”

“She’s married.”

“And? Shall we free you from that shackle, too?”

“I mean, she’s not going to want to do things with me just because…” I swallowed. “Even if I wanted her—and I don’t!—she won’t just respond. She would get in trouble. She’d just see me as a kid. I’m fifteen. A student.”

“If you have power, then your will can be manifested upon reality. You can shape this world to be what you crave. Watch.”

I was still so bewildered. Who was this man? How did he know any of this? He strode across the room with such confidence. I squirmed there, finding myself so wet. For him. For Mrs. Stein. For my brother. All these lusts swirled through me. I wanted them all to be real.

Mrs. Stein looked up and said, “Oh, uh, hello? Are you a father of one of the students?”

“I am a traveler,” he said. “A follower of Epicurus seeking new pleasures wherever they abound.”
Mrs. Stein laughed in such a whorish way, her back arching as if she was thrusting her tits out at him. Her wedding ring flashed on her left hand. He leaned into her ear and whispered something. She laughed again, her cheeks red.

“Really?” she asked, her voice thick as honey.

He winked at her.

Mrs. Stein glanced at me and shivered. She marched down the counter to the part of the shelf she could lift and enter the library proper. Her big boobs bounced in her low-cut top. She sauntered to me on her heels. She had on a pencil skirt and dark nylons. I loved stockings on a woman.

“Moira,” she purred and cupped my face. “Mmm, he says he’ll fuck me so hard if I do this.”

She kissed me.

I shuddered as the married woman made out with me. It was the first time a woman kissed me. It was just so delicious. Then she shocked me even more by thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I groaned as she did that. It was so wild.

She made out with me with such eager passion. Nothing about hits made any sense. I kissed her back, though, my entire body burning hot. It felt so good to do this. I trembled, my heart pounding. My pussy grew so wet.

I was gushing juices. That was so insane.

I broke the kiss and gasped at the man. “How?”

“I cast a spell,” he said as Mrs. Stein dropped to her knees. “You wanted her. I wanted her. Now we’ll both get what we want. Our will has manifested on the world and made her into our whore.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Stein moaned, her hands pushing up my skirt. I trembled as she exposed my knees. My virgin pussy clenched. “I’ll eat her so good! Just fuck me! Please, please, fuck me like you promised!”

“W-what about your husband?” I gasped.

“He fucks me all the time,” she moaned. “This is my chance to get fucked by him!”

The woman said that with such breathy eagerness. She exposed my panties. Her fingers hooked the fabric. Nothing made any sense, but here I was lifting my hips. Cast a spell. Witchcraft. That was another sin. The occult. It would be opening myself up to demons, but… but…

I could fuck women. I could fuck my brother. I could help him with his goal if I had power. If witchcraft was this powerful, it would be the perfect thing. I savored that idea as my pussy burned for her to eat me. It would be just amazing. I was so ready for it.

Mrs. Stein buried her face into my snatch. She tongued me. I loved her licking me like that. It felt so good as she did. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest as she stroked her tongue up and down me. I quivered in delight as she feasted on me. That felt so good. It was just a delight to have her licking at me. She lapped at me with just such passion.

She knew what she was doing to me. I groaned, my face contorting with delight. It was a fantastic time. I loved her doing that to me. She stroked her tongue up and down my flesh as the man grinned. He hiked the woman’s skirt.

“There is nothing like making a married woman your whore, Moira,” he said. “I am glad to teach you this truth.”

“Yes,” I moaned as her tongue flicked up and down my virgin folds. She caressed my pussy lips. It was so good. “Oh, that’s incredible.”

She brushed my lit as he exposed her ass. Her pantyhose hugged her rump, her panties a dark, triangular shadow through the fabric. He drew both her nylons and underwear off. Her plump ass came into view. I groaned at the sight of it.

This was all so exciting. My heart pounded in my chest as he winked at me. He fished out his cock. I gasped at the sight of him. A real dick that thrust out big and thick. A wave of heat rushed through me. I wanted that cock as much as my brother’s, but…

He nuzzled into Mrs. Stein’s married pussy.

“Yes!” the whore moaned into my cunt. “Fuck me!”

He thrust into her pussy. She moaned into my snatch. It was so good to have her moaning into my snatch. She felt so good doing that. A wave of heat rushed through me. It was so good to feel her lapping at me as he fucked her.

He pumped away at her pussy. She whimpered and moaned. She loved it. That was so good. I thrust into her snatch. I fucked her with so much passion. It was just an outstanding treat. I buried into her with all that I had. It was just a fantastic delight.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whimpered. “Oh, that’s so good! Oh, Mrs. Stein!”

“Yes, yes, just cum on my face!” she moaned. “That’s what he wants me to do!”

The man winked at me as he fucked the woman’s married cunt hard and fast. He drilled into her snatch again and again. I loved it. This was such a hot moment. My pussy clamped down on that thrusting dick. He fucked her hard and fast. He thrust into her again and again. It was so hot having him do that. He buried into her with such powerful strokes. He fucked her hard and fast. She moaned into my cunt.

I loved this. The sexy woman feasted on me with such passion. She licked me with such heat. I groaned, my head tossing back and forth as her tongue flicked up and down me. I rushed toward that amazing moment. I would explode on her.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s it,” I whimpered. “That’s so delicious. Make me cum!”

She stroked her tongue around my clit. I bucked, savoring that delight. The man grinned at me as he fucked her. He was a witch. A male witch. A warlock, right? I didn’t care really. Not with that amazing tongue stroking up and down my virgin folds.

I would have such a great climax. I wanted to have a big burst of pleasure. I wanted to drown her with everything that I had. I would gush juices. She would swallow everything. It would be so delicious. I just wanted her to lap at me until I burst.

“Oh, my god,” she moaned and suckled hard on my clit. “That cock. It’s amazing!”

He had so warped her, she was so into this. It was so wild. I loved this so much. She suckled hard on my clit. The pleasure sent me hurtling toward my climax. I loved this treat. I shuddered at the heat washing through me. I would explode with such delight.

She stroked her tongue around my bud. I gasped as that pleasure washed through me. So much bliss swept through my body. I groaned, tossing my head back and forth as my orgasm washed through me. Stars danced across my vision.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, my god! That’s so good! That’s amazing! Yes!”

I gushed juices. My cunt cream flowed out and bathed her mouth.

“I made her cum!” squealed Mrs. Stein. “Yes!”

She climaxed, too. I somehow set her off. That was wild. She licked at me as I trembled through my rapture. The man buried into her and grunted. He was cumming in her. That was so hot. He flooded her married pussy with his jizz.

I shuddered, my head tossing back and forth. The pleasure swept through me. Such ecstasy that drowned my mind. The woman gasped and moaned into my snatch. It was so good to have her gasping like that.

I hit the peak of my pleasure. I closed my eyes, savoring this bliss. My first orgasm that wasn’t caused by my fingers. My first lesbian orgasm. I sucked in a deep breath. I licked my lips, aching to eat her pussy.

“You want to devour her?” the man said. “Say it, and she’ll do it!”

“I want to devour your pussy, Mrs. Stein!” I moaned.

“Oh, do it, Moira,” she whimpered and rose. She stood before me, her pantyhose and panties bunched around her thighs. Her thick bush dripped with his cum. I didn’t care that he had jizzed in her. I just wanted to eat her pussy.

No, the fact his cum dripped out of her married pussy made this hotter. I wanted to lick my twin brother’s cum from women’s cunts. It was just so fitting. I slipped off the chair, my entire body buzzing with my pleasure. I breathed in her spicy musk and all that salty cum.

I nuzzled my face into her bush. Her curls tickled my lips. I found her folds and lapped at her. My tongue stroked through her petals and gathered up her cum. She groaned as I licked at her. I stroked her with passion.

It was so good to savor that mix of salty cum and spicy pussy. I shuddered, feasting on her. The cum was so tasty. I felt something quivering in me. I couldn’t quite place it as I licked up more of the spunk spilling out of her twat.

“You can feel it, right?” the man said. “Seed has power. Do you feel it?”

I licked up more of his jizz. The cum quivered on my tongue. “Yes. Yes, I can.”

“If you want to learn, come and find me,” he said and stepped back into the shadows of the nearby shelf. He vanished into it

I shuddered. I wanted power, but first…

I thrust my tongue into Mrs. Stein’s pussy. She groaned, her body trembling. Her curls spilled around my face. I licked at her. I stroked about in her delicious depths, finding more and more of the strange man’s seed.

I licked the warlock’s cum out of her pussy. I savored every drop that I gathered. This was so wild. I felt so naughty as I did this. My heart raced in my chest as I plunged my tongue into her pussy and gathered more of the spunk.

“Oh, yes, yes, Moira,” she moaned. “This is what he wants!”

“What I want, too!” I moaned, craving this power.

I plunged my tongue back into her cunt and searched around for more of that cum. It was just so good to lick her up like that. I stroked through her folds. It was so much fun to devour her like this. To find all his seed.

I worked out the last of it, savoring that cum spilling down my tongue into my mouth. It was so delicious. She trembled as I quivered over her. I savored the way she ground her pussy on me. It was just a delight. She was such a delicious creature.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she moaned. “You’re so good at that. Oh, you darling thing!”

I suckled hard on her clit no.

“Yes, yes, Moira!”

I wanted to drown in the librarian’s pussy juices. She pushed up her glasses as I suckled on her clit. I nibbled on her. She groaned, her entire body shuddering from side to side. That was such a wonderful moment. I wanted to just make her explode.

I suckled hard on her clit. She gasped as I did that. Her entire body bucked as the pleasure swept through her. Her spicy juices gushed out of her cunt. I loved drowning in her cunt cream. I licked at her with all that I had.

“Moira!” she gasped as she trembled through her orgasm.

I stroked her with such passion. She whimpered, her face contorting in delight as my tongue flicked through her folds. I loved drowning in her cunt cream. She tasted so good. She was such a delicious creature to feast upon.

Her moans echoed through the room. They resounded back and forth. I loved the sounds she made. She tasted so good. She gasped out in delight. She cried out one final time before she stumbled back, her eyes glossy.

She panted, her face blank. I panted there as she calmly rolled up her panties and pantyhose. She turned and headed back to the counter without a word. She smoothed down her skirt and went behind the counter. She licked her lips and…

Resumed her work.

I had to receive this power.

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Moira – Present

“He didn’t look like Dad then,” I explained. “He concealed himself.”

“And you went to him?” Mom asked. “How did you find him?”

I snuck out of my room for the first time and… his limo was waiting for me at the corner. He took me to a house. There… he took my virginity. A sacrifice that gave me access to magic. I learned to make contracts with the gods. The fallen angels. Demons. I didn’t care what it was. I just wanted the power to help Zach.”

“Of course,” said Susannah. “He’s chosen by god, but… Consorting with demons?”

I shot her a glance. Right, right, she thought an angel came to her. Nisha. All faked by me. It had been my pussy she devoured. “If I’m doing it for the Lord’s work, it’s okay. I understand that now.”

“So when did you learn…?” Mom asked.

“My teacher… He told me after Charles arrived that I would have to pick which brother to serve,” I said. “And I picked Zach. I’m having his baby. Then my teacher revealed he was Father, and… and… I was scared to tell Zach.” I stared at Mom, fear trembling through me. “He… he won’t hate me, right? Zach will forgive me?”

Mom hugged me tight. So did Susannah. I clutched to them, terrified that my brother would hate me for the rest of his life.

Chapter Two

Sable Newport

I rushed down the hallway and caught up with Zach. He marched with his back straight. I had never seen him more determined. I felt… strength radiating off him. There was something so different about him. He had changed in ways I couldn’t understand.

I fell in beside him, my heeled boots ringing on Good Sam’s floors. The hospital was quiet this early in the morning. It was nearing dawn. The last breath before the night ended and the day began.
“You are walking into Charles’s power,” I said.

“I know.”

I studied him. “How will you get out?”

He glanced at me and said, “No idea. He’s my brother I have to speak with him. That’s all that I care about.”

“And Moira?”

His face tightened with anger. His shoulders quivered as he kept marching. The doors were ahead. He strode out them into the cold morning. My breath frosted the air. Several of our cops were here, parked out front and waiting.

I grabbed his arm and hissed, “Do not make a decision out of anger. Calm down and think.”

Zach ripped his arm from my grasp and marched for Officer Mindy’s cop car. She was a tribal cop for the Puyallup Indians. She opened her door, standing straight. He climbed inside. The door shut. I stood there, my heart pounding.

This was insane.

Officer Mindy raced around the car. It started up. She peeled out, her lights flashing. Deputies Green and Ritz followed in their own cop cars, the lights on their Pierce County Sheriff cruisers flashing. I winced at the strobing light as I watched him flee. The cars took a hard right and raced down the hill for Meridian.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I knew I needed to think. I was acting out of anger, but I had to speak with Charles. My brother. I couldn’t believe it. My father had arranged for this. The bastard had plans, and I was enmeshed in them. He wanted me to fight my brother.

That much was clear.

I breathed slowly and glanced at Nisha. My thought form sat beside me. A dusky woman of Persian origin with big, soft breasts. I had a thing for MILFs, it turned out. MILFs and women with that delicious shade of olive-brown skin.

“He will have power,” she said. No one else could see her. Hear her. Interact with her. I conjured her into existence through sheer willpower to advise me. Tibetan monks called her a tulpa. It could take years of mediation to conjure one. “Sable is right. You should not be placing yourself into the center of his power.”

“I am doing this,” I told her.

She sighed and crawled onto his lap. Though I was clothed in a pair of jeans, she reached through me and grabbed my dick. She lifted out my cock. Perhaps an imaginary cock. Or the spiritual incarnation of my dick. I don’t know. All I knew was it felt so real to me. She stroked me and pressed me into her shaved pussy.

I shuddered as I sank down her. The feeling of her hot cunt engulfing me was incredible. A pure delight to revel in. I smiled from ear to ear as she squeezed her cunt down on me. She wiggled her hips from side to side.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“I know,” she cooed. “Mmm, you just enjoy that delight. You just savor that wonderful cunt around your dick.”

I did savor that wonderful snatch sliding up my cock. She gripped me as she rode me. Her eyes flashed hot. She stared down at me. I needed this. I had to calm down and think. I needed the clarity that came after erupting in a woman’s cunt.

In my thought form’s silky and delicious snatch.

She plunged her cunt down my dick. She held me tight. It was a fabulous delight to feel her twat around my dick. I loved how she gripped me. She held me tight with her wonderful twat. She gasped and moaned, her head tossing from side to side.

I fought to keep my groans down. Officer Mindy glanced back at me, but the Native American beauty didn’t say a word as she drove. We were rushing down Pioneer Road. Yes, yes, that made sense. The fast away to downtown Tacoma.

My hands gripped Nisha’s ass. She felt so real. Plump and firm. I kneaded her butt-cheeks as she worked that hot cunt up and down my dick. I loved how great she felt. I wanted to spurt into her. I ached to flood her with all my spunk.

She plunged her cunt down my dick. She massaged me with all that hot flesh. I was a fabulous delight to feel her cunt working up and down me. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I savored that hot twat working up and down me.

“Damn,” I whispered.

“Yes, yes, Master!” she groaned. “Oh, your cock is amazing. Oh, yes, yes, I love this!”

I grinned at her. She smiled and cupped my face. She kissed me. I savored her lips on mine. The intimacy of my thought form making out with me. Nisha squeezed her tight cunt around my cock, plunging her flesh down me.

She slid up and down me. She rode me faster and faster. The need to cum in Nisha swelled in me. I hurtled toward that moment when I would dump my load into her. She danced her tongue around in my mouth. She felt so amazing around me.

I gripped her ass and fucked her cunt up and down my cock as fast as I could. She wiggled her hips from side to side, stirring that fine cunt around my dick. She made me feel so good. I loved the heat of this moment. It was just an incredible delight to have her snatch working up and down my dick.

She plunged down me and squealed into my mouth.

Her cunt went wild around my dick.

It felt so good. I loved that so much. It was just incredible to have her cumming around me. I savored the way her pussy spasmed around me. She drove me wild with that hot twat. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming in her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned and erupted into her pussy. “Oh, damn, that’s good!”

“So good!” she purred, her boobs bouncing as my cum spurted into her pussy.

It felt so good. I loved that heat rushing through me. Stars flashed across my vision. It was so incredible to have all that pleasure slamming through me. She milked me. That hot pussy drove me wild. I loved every second of it.

I filled her cunt with all my spunk. The heat washed through me. A big smile spread on my lips as I enjoyed filling her pussy with all that spunk. It was such an incredible moment. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Mmm, that’s so good, Master!” my loving thought form groaned.

I pumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. It was so amazing. I felt so good. I loved the pleasure washing through me. A big smile spread on my lips as she rubbed her nose against mine. I sucked in a deep breath.

“Mmm, you are thinking clearer now, Master?” she asked.

“I’m still going.” I stared into her eyes. “I need a plan.”

“He owns the guards of the jail. All of them have pledged their souls to his. They can shiv you and frame an intimate. Or they can just accuse you of a crime. Arrest you. You could be ‘killed’ while resisting arrest. Three cops are not enough to get you out of there alive.”

“He will speak to me. I just need a way out.” I stared at her hard. “I created you to access avenues of information that I cannot.” My fingers dug into her ass. “Prophecies. You led me to claim Susannah, Sable, Mrs. Augustine, and my mother. Now I need another.”

“I have no prophecy to give you,” she said.

“You better,” I said. “We’ll be there soon.”

I leaned back and closed my eyes. It had been a long day. I needed a clear mind. I didn’t fight against sleep. A quick nap might be just what I needed. I fell into the darkness, vaguely aware of the car driving me.

“I wish I could come up with a plan, Master,” Nisha said. She stood before me. We were in a room of darkness. “I really do. Just wake up and tell Officer Mindy to drive us home. Or back to the hospital. We must deal with Moira.

“Must?” I asked, giving her a hard look.

“Yes, Master. We must. We—”

“Do you rule her or does she rule you?” a mocking voice asked.

I spun around and spotted Ashtaroth. Her blonde hair fell about her face. Her blue eyes were as cold as the Arctic Ocean. She smiled at me, naked and ripe. Voluptuous as Nisha. Her breasts as bountiful as my mother’s.

“You,” I growled. “Why are you here?”

“You’re dreaming,” she purred. “Unless… What If I cast a spell on you and—”

I backhanded her. She reeled and fell back into the shadows, vanishing. I spun back to Nisha. I was dreaming. This was a lucid dream. I could feel it. I was in control here. Nisha pouted. She was becoming too… independent.

“You need to remember your place, Nisha,” I growled. “You are my slave!”

“I am, Master,” Nisha said. “This is just dangerous. The odds of you escaping are low.”

“So I have a chance.”

She ground her teeth together. “Barely a chance is not enough, Master. I won’t help—”

I imagined her bound in chains. They attached to her arms and legs. They were as black as the shadows around us. As cold as the Arctic. She shivered, her skin goose-pimpling. Her nipples hardened. I gagged her a moment later, smiling.

With a snap of my wrists, they yanked her down so she was bent over a padded bench, her ass thrust up in the air. Her pussy dripped with my cum. She squirmed there. She wasn’t here to stop me from acting. She was here to advise me.

“You know your place, Nisha,” I said as I dropped to my knees behind her. My cock slapped down on her rump. “You are mine!”

She groaned into the gag. The chains leading off into the darkness rattled.

“I am going to do this,” I said. “So when we get there, you better have a way for me to see my brother. That is happening!”

She moaned into the gag. I don’t know what she was trying to say. I had to fully dominate her. I pressed my dick into her butt-crack. I slid down to her asshole. I felt that puckered hole against the tip of my dick. It felt so good.

I drilled against her and thrust hard. She moaned as I did that. She squealed as I pushed and pushed against her. She whimpered as her anal sheath widened and widened until her anal sheath gave way to my dick.

I popped into her bowels. I filled her up with my cock. It was so good to sink into her anal sheath. I loved the feel of her velvety sheath around my dick. It was so good. She felt amazing. She whimpered as I sank to the hilt in her.

“You are mine, Nisha,” I growled, savoring being in her. “I created you. I can do what I wish with you.”

She nodded her head.

“Good,” I groaned. “I am glad to see you are submitting.”

She threw a look over her shoulder, pleading with me. She squeezed her bowels down around me. She wiggled her hips, her chains rattling. I drew back my dick. It was so good. It was so good to have them doing that. It was just a delight to have her asshole gripping my cock.

I shuddered, the pleasure rushing through me. I buried to the hilt in her bowels. It was so amazing to have her around me. She felt so delicious about me. I gripped her hips and fucked my thought form hard. I pounded her anal sheath.

She squealed into the gag.

“That’s right,” I snarled. “That is fucking right! You’re my slut!”

She moaned and nodded.

I savored fucking her hard and fast. I pounded her anal sheath with all that I had. My nuts slapped into her taint. My moans echoed through the dark place. Through my soul. That must be where the chains came from.

I could see figures in the shadows. Women, mostly. The people who died in the explosion. The cultist. The FBI agents. My newest servant. They watched as fucked my thought form. Silent wraiths that watched on without a word.

I savored their presence. They witnessed my domination. I was so glad for that. I was thankful that they saw me fucking her asshole hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her slut’s bowels. I fucked her with everything that I had.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I snarled. “I own you!”

She nodded.

I enjoyed pounding her asshole with such force. It was such a delight to bury into her anal sheath. I fucked her with such force. Such passion. My nuts swelled with the pressure. I would soak her with my cum when I erupted.

I plowed into her anal sheath as I came closer and closer to cumming. I slid my hands around her sides and found her tits. I squeezed her udders. She moaned, the chains rattling. She shuddered and struggled.

“Submit!” I roared.

The chains crackled with frost.

“Submit and obey me!” I roared as I buried into her asshole.

She squealed and climaxed.

Her asshole convulsed around my dick. She suckled at me with that hot flesh. It was so good to experience. I loved that heat washing through me. I groaned at the passion surging through me. I enjoyed every last second of that delight.

I threw back my head and growled out the pleasure of this moment. It was so good to spurt my cum into her bowels. It was so amazing to have all that pleasure rushing through me. She moaned, the chains crackling.

Then they flowed into her.

She submitted to my domination.

The shadows of my power spilled over her, engulfing her body as her asshole suckled at my dick. She milked out my cum. I grunted as the darkness melted into her body. She tossed her head, moaning without the gag.

“I will show you the way, Master!” my thought form moaned. “I just love you. I didn’t want you to risk your life, but I understand my place now, Master!”

“Good,” I growled and came in her one more time.

I snapped a wake.

She trembled on me, staring into my eyes. She rubbed her forehead into mine. “I am sorry, Master. I just was scared for you. I love you. I will obey your will. There is a way, Master.”

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Charles Ludwig Swartzenburg II

Hearing that Zach had come to visit me had me wide awake. My guards “escorted” me like they would any other prisoner. Except I didn’t have the chains. They were my slaves. I owned their souls. I owned this prison.

And Zach was dumb enough to walk into my power?

It excited me and worried me all at the same time.

I reached the visitor’s room. Bubba Ducain, my chief guard, and two others were behind me. More were around the room. Outside of it, guards with shotguns waited in case things got violent. In the hallway, a door buzzed. Distant. He was near.

I sat down at the table and folded my hands before me. I smiled, back straight. I was the Lord here. Zach was entering my fiefdom. He was a fool to do this. Only Zach wasn’t a fool. I fought against that itch at the back of my mind.

I breathed slowly. I had to be calm. In control. No fear. Another door buzzed. He was almost here. Footsteps thudded down the hallway. His face appeared in the window. Another door buzzed. Two more guards were behind him as he strode in wearing jeans. A T-shirt. He looked tired. His clothes rumpled.

“Brother,” Zach said as he marched up to the table.

I arched an eyebrow. “You know?”

“I saw the conversation with your… With the demon possessing your mother.” Zach sat across from me. “I come bearing bad news. It’s all possible she might be dead.”

I frowned as I absorbed that. “What?” I hadn’t expected that. “Who is dead? What are you talking about?”

“Your mother.” Zach stared me straight in the eye. “You deserve to know what happened tonight. After Ashtaroth left here, my followers trailed her to a warehouse. It was where she met with her cult. They were having a ritual that night. Or a rave. I don’t know. I arranged for the FBI to raid them as domestic terrorists. I planned on capturing Ashtaroth. Exorcising the demon from your mother.”

“Instead?” I asked, fear clenching about my heart. I had to save my mother. She could not be dead.

“Check the news.” Zach leaned back. He looked so exhausted. “The FBI had just breached the place when she detonated a bomb. Massacred her cult. A hundred or so young women killed. The FBI team destroyed along with my agent.” He shook his head. “Maybe even Ashtaroth herself. We don’t know yet. We didn’t see her leave. It’s possible she escaped or… I’m sorry.”

“TV!” I barked.

Bubba Ducain fumbled with the remote for the visitor room’s TV. It was in the corner behind a cage. It came on. He turned it to CNN. There was footage of a fire being fought by firemen. FBI agents moving about. The text at the bottom read “Domestic Terrorist Cult detonates a bomb in Tacoma, WA”

“The FBI agents are not sure the full body count,” the reporter said. “The domestic terrorists, a homegrown cult worshiping a biblical goddess known as Ashtaroth, detonated a bomb rather than be taken alive. A dozen FBI agents were killed in the explosion. The reason—”

“Off!” I snapped.

The TV turned off.

“She might have gotten out,” said Zach. “It doesn’t make sense for Ashtaroth to kill herself. She would have just banished herself back to the Abyss. So she—”

“How did she get out?” I demanded. “You have that fucking witch for a sister!”

“Our sister,” Zach said, anger in his voice.

“You wouldn’t have wanted her to escape. You would have put a trap around it. Used your followers to power it.”

Zach nodded.

“So she was trapped.” Fury shook my body. “You destroyed her body. There’s no way to save her now! No way to bring her back! She’s gone!”

“I don’t know that for certain.” Zach drew in a deep breath. “I didn’t just come to tell you that your mother might be dead.”

“Because of you! Your sister killed her the first time, now you killed her the second time.”

“She killed herself if she’s dead.” Zach rose. “I came here to talk because we’re brothers.”

“And?” I rose to my feet and glared right back at him. “You’re trying to steal my inheritance. That’s what this is! A sick game Father set up to see which of his sons was stronger! I won’t let you take my birthright from me! I was born first! I am older than you! The power is mine!”

“He thinks you’re weak.”

I flinched at Zach’s blunt words. Then, with a snarl, I lunged across the table to strangle him. My hands reached for his throat. He moved so fast. He seized my writ wrist and spun. I flipped over the table and crashed down on the ground.

I landed hard on my back. The air burst from my lungs. I gasped and coughed, struggling to regain my breath. He twisted my arm and planted his boot on my chest. The guards shouted and rushed for Zach, eager to grab him.

He closed his eyes as they rushed at him. He wasn’t reacting. Sweat burst out of his forehead than… Women exploded from him. Spiritual women that surged out from his body. Each one of them was connected to him by a black, frosty chain and a collar about their necks.

They seized the guards and threw them back. Bubba Ducain and his men were slammed down on the ground or crashed into the walls. The women formed up around Zach. His face turned red as he concentrated on them.

I recognized the women. Vanilla the leggy blonde, the first one I had recruited at the club. Redheaded Amber. Monique with her mocha-brown skin, exotic Aiko, and purple-haired Chantelle. They were the cult women who worshiped Ashtaroth. The women then pounced on the guards and…

Kissed them.

My men were groaning, making out with them. I shuddered, seeing that all of my guards were engaged. More burst into the room, the ones with shotguns, but the spirits were ready for them. They ripped the guns from their hands.

They kissed them.

Zach seized me with both hands, one about the neck, and lifted me. He slammed down on the table. I grunted as he held me pinned down by the throat. He leaned over me, his brown eyes burning so bright.

“I could kill you right here, but doesn’t our father deserve to pay for what he did?” Anger burned in Zach’s eyes, but not at me.

Mother appeared over Zach’s shoulder. Another spirit that was in him. She was dead. Dead and inside of him. Her loving eyes fell on me. I swallowed as she moved out beside him. I don’t think he realized she was there.

“Doesn’t your father deserve to pay?” Mom asked me. “He set you up. Used you both. Used us both. We were all just pawns in his plans, even me.”

I stared in shock at her.

“I could snap your neck right now,” growled Zach. His fingers tightened around my throat. “Maybe I should and end your miserable life. You’re a threat to me, but we’re family. That should count for something.”

I just stared into my mother’s blue eyes.

Zach frowned and threw a look over his shoulder. He searched for something. He didn’t seem to see Mom. She just kept smiling at me. Then his head snapped over to his right. Someone was there that I couldn’t see. He gave a slight shake of his head, disagreeing.

For a moment, I saw a shadowy form. A woman. A terrifying one that made my blood run cold.
“Nisha… My instincts say I should snap your neck, but…” Zach snapped his gaze down to mine. This time, I met his eyes. “Don’t you want to make our father pay for this sick and twisted game that he’s forced on us?”

“Yes,” I growled. It was the truth.

“I’m trapped in his soul. I’m chained to Zach. Free me. But if he dies, I go with him into the pit. Save me.”

“Yes, I want to get back at the bastard!” I snarled.

To save my mother. Her soul was still here. That meant she could be put into a new body. I knew just the flesh for her. Susannah Augustine was the perfect vessel for my mother’s soul. I would have her back and enjoy Zach’s woman.

I smiled. “I won’t kill you, Zach. I’ll work with you to get revenge on Father.”

Once Father had paid, so would Zach.

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