Don’t Summon Me
By Eden Redd
One
I stared at the mystic circle. A chalk and salt outline filled the middle of the empty spare room. Arcane symbols were drawn in the middle and outside the circle, adding to their potential power. To my right, an ancient book lay on the floor. To my left, a gold dagger lay. The dim candles glowed, their light gleaming off the dagger and illuminating my pain as I fought the pit of sorrow in my stomach.
My name is Gerald, Acolyte to the Order of Draygon and lost soul.
I closed my eyes, trying to regain my strength and focus. The last year has been difficult to say the least. Memories haunted me for the last year. They stabbed into my thoughts at the strangest times and lingered like a weeping ghost. I thought I could move on, but my dreams and my heart wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t move on. I tried, many times. I dove into my studies. I walked the grounds of the mansion. I buried myself in books and even small trips. But her memory always remained. No matter where I travelled or how much I tried to distract myself, she was there, smiling.
I glanced to my right, staring at the black book appropriately named The Libro De Nocte, or as it is called in plain English, The Book of Night. It was one of the more powerful spellbooks, if one was lucky to find it. My family had a long history of acquiring and studying arcane and mystical books. They were the life blood of our entire family and the Order.
My thoughts lingered as I stared at the black book at my side. The Order of Draygon spread across the globe, hidden in many corners. We are the mysterious merchants of forgotten lore and dark magics. There are many mystical books and grimoires, granting the spellcasters the ability to weave dangerous and obscure dark arts. I was raised on this kind of magic. I studied it from the moment I could read. It came naturally to my family, my parents pushing me to learn more and more of the true ways of night.
I turned my gaze back to the mystical circle. Faint memories caressed my addled mind. I had barely slept, looking forward to this night. I thought of my father, Edward Heartwood. He disappeared on one of his expeditions. No body was recovered and no one had heard from him since. I was young, barely ten when he vanished.
For a long time, it was just me and my mother, Rose Heartwood. She was my world, a bright point in a dark, bleak and dangerous realm. I knew from a young age the terrible things that tried to break into our reality. She was the only one to soothe those fears away with just he right words or a gentle kiss against my forehead. Those special moments comforted me, even to my current age of twenty.
The small bright memories washed away with the tides of my mind. They were replaced with my mother on a hospital bed. She had machines and tubes hooked up to her, monitoring and trying to keep her alive. The cancer had spread and the doctors didn’t give her more than a few hours on that last night.
I sat by her side, holding her hand. She was still beautiful, even without her hair. She smiled through the pain and that only made it worse. I tried to be uplifting, telling her of my studies and discoveries. She listened and smiled through every word.
When the end was approaching, she whispered to me how much she loved me. Then she said something that burned into my very soul.
“Don’t summon me.”
I remember blinking and fighting off my confusion. A short moment later, she passed on and I was devastated.
Tonight, made it a year to the day since she passed to the great beyond. After my initial grief, I understood what she was telling me. The Order had ways to bring souls back, among many other dark arts.
Heartwood Mansion is our family home. After a few weeks, I sequestered myself to the Library to find a key for my suffering. I studied many books. Despite my search, I could not find what I was looking for until my fingers touched a simple, black book. When I pulled it out, I sat down and began to read the Libro De Nocte.
From the first page, I was trapped in its knowledge. The spells, rituals and incantations were beyond the power of any other spellbook I had read or studied. When I reached the pages where a caster could bring back a soul from the great beyond, I had found what I was looking for. Despite my mother’s words, I couldn’t go on living in this realm without her comforting touch and presence. It took control of my life. The book gave me hope, something I had been lacking since that night she passed.
I had regained some of my strength, eating, exercising and studying. I memorized every word and phrase. I stared at the arcane symbols and designs until they became second nature. It would have driven a lesser person to madness but not I, I sank deeper into its power and found myself smiling.
The ritual of summoning souls required a few things I could easily acquire. There was a stipulation, a rule that could not be broken under any circumstance. To summon a soul back from the void, you had to waist exactly a year from the day the person died. Any attempt to force the spell within that year, would wield a maddening darkness that would take your soul to the abyss. I understood the risks and spent a great deal of time preparing for what was going to be our new life.
I woke up from my thoughts, the sound to rain falling outside. The sun had set a few hours earlier and thick clouds rolled in. Rain came down in sheets, the pitter patter of drops creating a natural symphony.
I looked back to the circle, my heart lifting in my chest. The time had come and I was ready to turn back death’s clock.
I picked up the gold dagger in one hand and opened the black book at my side. I put the dagger in my right hand and glanced at the incantation. Candles wavered in the thin draft but remained burning. I turned back to the arcane circle and began to recite the rite.
The words flowed naturally. I had mentally rehearsed them for so long, even if I was befuddled by drinks or drugs, I could recite them like my own name. The air in the room cooled. I watched as my breath smoked from between my lips. I stayed to task, the mystical words coming out louder and stronger. Power ran along my body and a sharp pain stabbed into my heart.
My eyes glowed as I neared the end of the rite. I stuck out my left hand and sliced the gold dagger across my palm. I curled my fingers in, squeezing my hand and turning it. From between my fingers, crimson blood dripped and fell into the middle of the magic circle. Energy flared in the room, touching everything. It felt like a thousand fingertips touching my flesh before they retreated and were gone.
I said the final word of power and a wind blasted my senses. The windows were closed, but the wind felt arid and foul. It came from nowhere and disappeared just as quickly. The candles blew out and darkness swamped the room.
I huffed, trying to regain my wits. My body tingled, but that feeling began to ebb. When it was gone, I waited.
Nothing happened.
My hope died. The sound of rain was my only comfort as I stayed on my knees before the magic circle. Did I recite the incaution incorrectly? I didn’t know how that could be since I breathed and dreamed of every word. Was she so far gone that she couldn’t return? Was I dismal failure, pining for the only person I truly loved?
A choking shadow fell over my spirit. I stood up and dropped the gold dagger to the floor, next to the black book. Despair turned into a simmering rage. I had seen many great magics work over many years. Some were simple and others were complex, but they worked. From everything I had learned, this should have succeeded. She would be in front of me with open arms. Instead, I stared at the darkness with nothing to show for my efforts.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
I turned to leave. My thoughts shifted to spirits I could drown in to dull the pain. When I took one step toward the door, I heard a scream in the distance.
My heart leapt into my chest as I darted to the door. I slammed it open and ran down the large hall. The scream echoed in my mind, but I didn’t hear it again. It sounded like it came from the foyer.
I dashed through the mansion, my legs and heart pumping with power. I turned a corner and ran until I reached the second-floor side of the foyer. My hands grasped the carved wood railing and I looked down with wide eyes.
A woman in white stood in the foyer. A wide rimmed hat covered her head. It was tilted forward, obscuring her face. The white, silky dress adhered to her womanly form. A warm line of cleavage glowed from alabaster pale skin. The dress was long, reaching down to her ankles, but did nothing to hide her curves.
I stared, my heart thumping in my chest. Was it her? Was it really her? I succeeded and now she was here.
I was overcome with joy. That joy began to falter the longer I stared. There was something amiss, something strange. The table in the middle of the foyer was smaller for some reason or, she was bigger? It was hard to describe through the spring of bliss I felt.
The woman raised her gaze to me, a smile appearing and eyes gleaming in the shadows of her hat.
“I’ve missed you, my son,” Rose said with a chilling warmth in her voice.
Two
I stepped to the grand staircase, but remained at the top. I couldn’t blink, drinking in my mother’s image. She looked up with her bright smile. She was dry, despite the rain and thunder outside. Did she simply appear there? She didn’t come in from the outside. She would have been soaking wet.
I took one step down and held the railing. The dreamy bliss shifted as I noticed, my mother wasn’t like she used to be. I took another step down, my mind trying to understand what I was seeing.
Rose stood like an elegant statue on the red rug. Her hands were clasped to each over and raised to her chest. Her gaze never wavered as she watched me slowly come down the stairs. I watched her and saw that she had indeed changed. My mother was barely five-foot four. The woman that looked like my mother was over seven-feet tall. She looked exactly like my mother in almost every way except for her height and size.
When I reached the bottom floor, I stepped off the stairs and timidly approached my mother. She towered over me as I stepped closer. Her gaze and smile remained. When I stood before her, I was mesmerized by how beautiful and strange he looked. The oddness of her height and size fell to the background. I started to not care about what unusual form she took. It was her. It had to be her.
Rose opened her arms to me and I stepped into them. She pulled me close into her bosom and I hugged her around the waist. My face was pulled to her large, inviting breasts and I wanted to be smothered by them. Her hand touched my hair and stroked it, a gently hum falling from closed lips.
It was her. The scent, the touch, all of it belonged to her. The rite never mentioned anything about any changes to the returning soul, but at this point, I didn’t care. Hope filled my heart and I wasn’t going to let this chance go again.
“You feel so nice,” Rose said, her tone dripping with shadows.
“So do you,” I said as I hugged her tightly.
I pulled back and looked up with wide eyes. “I…prepared a meal, for your return.”
Rose kept her smile. “That would be lovely.”
I pulled from her but grabbed her hand. I led her along, through the first-floor entrance and into the hallway. I knew the mansion like the back of my hand. I had dismissed the servants for tonight. Our home was empty, save for the two of us. I glanced back to her bright gaze. She seemed elated and so was I.
After a few twists and turns, we ended up in one of the smaller dining rooms. These rooms were for intimate dinners with just a few people. I set it up with a grand meal. I had no idea what it was like in the great beyond. I figured she want to enjoy an earthly meal after such a long time away.
A hearth glowed with welcoming warmth. A long, rectangular table filled the middle of the room. Several dishes lined one end of the table with two chairs. The elegant lamps were dimmed low, giving the room an inviting atmosphere.
I stepped to the head of the table and pulled out the dark oak wooden chair. My mother stepped over, turned and sat down. I went to the other seat by her and sat down. I couldn’t fight my smile as I looked at her.
Rose took off her hat and put it on the edge of the top of her chair. She looked at me for a moment before turning to the food. Her hand reached out, grabbing handfuls of meat from a cooked bird and placed it on her plate.
I stared, seeing that she wasn’t using the cutlery. White fingers ripped at the cooked meat and she placed chunks of it in her mouth. She chewed with her mouth closed but her eyes contained a gleam, bordering on madness. I assumed she needed time to get reacquainted with the earth realm. The oddness should vanish with time.
“You’re not eating,” my mother said as she smiled and chewed.
“I’m just happy to see you,” I said as rain came down harder outside.
“Gerald, you have to eat. You look haggard.”
I nodded. “The longer you are here, the more my strength will return. I’m much too excited to eat.”
Rose nodded and continued to stuff her mouth with large pieces of meat.
“What was it like? Do you remember anything?” I asked.
Rose wiped greasy fingers on her silky white dress, smearing it across one of her covered breasts.
“I remember seeing you at my side. I remember falling into darkness. It coiled around me, hot and loving. I was in a dream. I woke to your pull and here I am,” Rose said with a dreamy smile.
A thought nagged at me and I felt I had to say something. “I know you asked me to not summon you.”
Rose stopped eating and looked at me with kind eyes. “The food is lovely.”
A distant feeling called out to me, trying to tell me this was wrong, but I ignored it.
“Did you dream of me?” my mother asked.
I nodded.
“I felt some of those dreams, even as far away as I was. Some of them were intimate, you sharing yourself with me.”
My heart thudded in my chest. I did have all kinds of dreams about her, but I didn’t expect her to know some of the more lurid ones. The ones where she came to me to ease my frustrations. The times I woke up, my own seed wetting my boxers. I was hurting and those dreams helped. I often stayed in bed, taking my own come and rubbing my still rigid cock, coming again because the dreamy images stayed with me. I wish I could have said I felt disgusted, but I simply didn’t.
“In the great dreaming, I thought of you too,” Rose said before putting a large piece of meat in her mouth.
The room grew hotter and my manhood stirred. Her very voice set me on edge. My gaze fell to her cleavage once again, grease and bits of meat on her clothes.
Rose looked down and gave a haughty laugh. “Dear me, I am a mess.”
“It’s fine,” I said with a smile.
Rose stood up and looked down at the front of her dress. “It is not. I need to bathe.”
My mother turned and walked toward the door. I was up and following. We entered the main corridor. She led the way to one of the large, first floor bathrooms. I followed, my eyes remaining on her giant form.
We reached a door. Rose opened it and stepped in. I couldn’t bring myself to be far from her and followed her in.
The bathroom was large and luxurious. It had diamond white tiles with black tile trim along the bottom and top edges of the chamber. A large bath took up the middle. There was some wooden seating. It had all the amenities and more.
Rose moved to the side of the giant, porcelain tub and turned on the water. I stood in the middle of the room, watching her as water splashed behind her. Her back was to me. Her hands rose up and took hold of the top of her dress. She pulled it down, without looking back.
I looked away, a sudden shyness overcoming me. My averted gaze went to the large mirror at one side of the bathroom. I couldn’t look away again as her dress slid down her body and puddled at her feet. Her voluptuous curves glowed in the mirror image. Large breasts hung unassisted. Her dark nipples stood erect. Creamy breasts moved to her movements as she stepped out of her dress. She had her thin waist. I stared at her rear, the bubble curve causing heat to rise up my neck. My member stirred as she made no attempt to cover up.
Rose lifted her leg and gracefully stepped into the tub. The tub wasn’t half full but it seemed my mother didn’t mind. Steam rose up from hot water. She turned her gaze to my gaze in the mirror. Her lips parted in a sultry hiss before she sank down. She made no move to cover up as she relaxed in the tub.
I was about to turn and leave so I could give her some privacy. That is when she called out.
“Stay with me. Keep me company.”
I nodded and grabbed one of the nearby chairs. I pulled it to the side of the tub and sat down.
My mind was dripping with heat and hazy gloom. I couldn’t resist, looking down into the large tub as water began to rise. Despite her seven-foot form, the tub was large enough to accommodate her. She lay, the water rising above her inviting thighs and touching her waist. I could see a small patch of hair above her womanhood. My gaze traveled up her body, along her stomach and reaching her breasts. How I dreamed of snuggling to them and falling asleep.
Pain ached along my hand from where I cut myself. I flexed my fingers, trying to not think about it.
Rose looked over to me with dreamy eyes. “Give me your hand.”
I obeyed, lifting my left hand and holding it out. The wound was red and angry. My mother took my hand and licked my palm. I watched with wonderous eyes, the angry wound closing and sealing shut. I marveled at my hand. It looked and felt like it was brand new.
“You were always so free,” Rose said as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
I looked at her in silence.
“I liked your dreams, coming to my room and seeing me on my bed. How you slipped in next to me. I enjoyed when you crawled close.”
The dream she talked about came roaring back and my cock thickened in my pants. I shifted uncomfortable, mentally berating myself.
“You were hard like heated stone,” my mother sighed.
Heat bloomed from my thudding heart. I wanted to be disgusted. I wanted to run. I thought that is what you were supposed to do when things like this happened but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. The bond was always there and in our little world, it was natural.
Rose’s hand slid between her slightly parted thighs. I watched as her fingers touched herself and move under the rising water.
“Mom,” I said and my voice cracked.
“It’s okay. You’re a man and you have urges. I have them too. I’ve always had them.”
My fantasy world was just that for my entire life. I could not deny the attraction but I never crossed the line. Stealing a long hug and letting my hands linger on her was one thing but beyond that, I stayed pure in reality. Now, my urges pushed me to the brink of madness. I brought her back, but was this what I always wanted? Did I do it so I could have all of her to myself?
Rose opened her eyes and looked over. “How much did you miss me?”
My body reacted with a small groan falling from my mouth. I slowly stood up, trying to keep my mind from shattering to pieces. I stared as my mother ran her fingers along her pink folds. A finger swirled around her clit, yet she looked to me with a neutral gaze.
Uncontrollable urges took root in my heart. I undid my pants, my hand slipping into my boxers. I stroked myself but didn’t pull it out for her to see. The imp of unfettered lust roared from within me. I watched all of her as she let out a small gasp, her fingers working. She looked at me, my bulge unmistakable. I could think of nothing else, stroking my rock-hard cock.
“You can show me,” Rose said with a sultry smile.
She asked me question but I obeyed her command. I pulled out my cock, stroking it before her. Her gaze fell to my member, licking her lips as she played with herself. It pushed my sanity to breaking point.
The water rose, steam filling the bathroom in a fog. It was almost like we were in some ethereal realm, just the two of us.
“I dreamed of you,” my mother said before lifting her head.
“I dreamed of you too,” I whispered, my willpower nearly gone.
I closed my eyes, just for a moment as I was overcome with raging lust. Something touched the head of my cock and I opened my eyes. My mother’s luscious lips were kissing the end of my member. She kissed and licked while her fingers massaged her herself. The heat between us grew hotter.
“Aaaarrrgghhh!” I growled as I stroked my cock and it thickened in my hand.
My mother pulled back just as spurts of come splashed against her chin. She let out a long moan, another volley of milky white seed splashed on her breasts and trailed into the water.
I groaned as I tried to force every last drop of come out. My mother moved close again, licking the end of my cock, taking drops of come into her mouth. She looked up with dark eyes. They vibrated with inhuman energy. I was lost to them, one sudden last spurt of come touching her lips.
Rose shuddered in the deep tub. Her fingers massaged her clit and she moaned her approval. Pink touched her pale cheeks. She gave my cock one last lick and pulled back. Wet hands moved over her bare skin, wiping away my spent seed.
“Fetch me my robe,” my mother said.
I turned with my cock still semi hard. I moved to a wall peg and pulled off a silk robe. I stuffed my throbbing cock back in my pants. I was breathing hard, but the ecstasy I felt was intoxicating.
I stepped to the side of the tube and held up the open robe. Rose stood up, water cascading down her body. She took the robe and put her arms through the sleeves. The robe was meant to me large but her new body didn’t allow it to fit right. She left it open, the front unable to contain her large breasts.
“I’m still hungry,” Rose said as she stepped out of the shower.
“Still hungry?” I said in slight confusion.
“I will retire for the evening. I’m sure there will be much to do tomorrow and I feel a little weak.
I looked up to her with bewildered eyes. I wasn’t sure what she was talking about. She seemed to bounce around to different thoughts.
My mother reached out and took hold of me. She drew me back into her wet bosom. I didn’t resist, pressing my lips to one of her breasts and giving it a small lick. She ran her hand through my hair, holding me lovingly.
“You dreamed of many nights where you wanted to show me your love. I saw them, felt them. Your cock tastes the same as our dreams. Never be afraid to feed me your love. It is the bond that we must keep.”
I snuggled to her. I wanted to stay there forever.
Rose broke away and walked toward the door. She didn’t look back as she opened the door and stepped out.
I followed. When I reached the corridor, I turned my head and she was already at the other end. How could she move so fast? I broke into a small jog. When I reached the main foyer, I craned my head to look around. I caught her shadow on the second floor and vanishing.
I charged up the stairs and onto the second floor. I looked down the corridor to the main bedroom at the end and caught the door closing shut. I darted down the corridor until I stood before my mother’s room.
Blood pulsed and throbbed against my ears. Despite coming, I was hard as steel again. The haze only grew as I stood before her door. It warped my senses; my only beacon was my mother just on the other side of the door. I lost her once. I know she was physically different now, but I wouldn’t lose her again.
I grabbed at my own clothes, pulled them off. Shirt, pants and boxers fell to the floor. Socks were last.
I stood in front of the bedroom door, naked as the day I was born. My cock would not lower. Images of my mother flooded my thoughts and my cock vibrated with primal needs.
I took hold of the doorhandle and turned it softly. The door opened with a small click. I opened it a crack and looked in.
The room was dark except for the windows. The curtains were pulled to the side and rainwater streamed down clear glass. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room in a blue-ish light. In that split second, I looked to the bed and say my mother on her side, her back to me. She still wore her silky robe and the thick quilt barely covering her hip.
A needful rage consumed me. All I could think about was driving my lifetime of needs into and on her body. She may have come back different, but she was still the woman I loved.
I opened the door and slipped in. I closed the door behind me. Another flash of lightning filled the windows. A moment later, thunder rumbled in the distance. My mother continued to lay, still as a graveyard.
I silently walked across the room to one side of the bed. I lifted the quilt and slipped in. The bed was large. I made my way closer, under the blanket until my hand touched her skin. Heat poured from my body as I snuggled her from behind. I had no control of my cock. It was throbbing with need as I pressed it between her warm cheeks.
My mother stirred silently.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and stomach. My hips betrayed me, rubbing my cock to her. It had all become a dream and I never wanted to wake up.
Rose’s hand lay on my arm. “You can’t sleep?”
I was silent, gently rubbing my cock against her. It felt magical, her hot body against mine. I felt drunk and not in my own mind anymore.
My hand slipped down her soft stomach. Her hand stayed on my arm as I travelled down. I just wanted to touch her, feel her, know she liked what I was doing.
When my fingers touched her womanhood, they were greeted with wetness. I smiled evilly, my fingers exploring her slit. She let out a soft moan, my fingers touching her clit. I swirled it, stealing small touches. I rubbed my cock between her ass while my fingers were coated with her honey. Her leg bent up, giving me access. She took hold of my wrist, keeping me to her special nub. It throbbed to my touch, the two of in sync with firm swirls.
“You’re so wicked, my son,” Rose said and gasped.
“It’s not wicked to show you my love,” I whispered.
Rose moaned and sucked in air. Her hips moved to my touch. She clenched her ass to help grip me, rubbing my thick shaft. It was paradise and I feared I would come right at that moment.
“You have to…promise me…you will…feed me,” Rose struggled to say between gasps.
“I will do anything for you,” I whispered, my willpower breaking again.
Rose bit her lip and moaned.
“We have to take care of each other, but you must feed me.”
“Anything…” I said before my world turned into an ocean of bliss.
Spurts of come shot up from between her ass and painted her back. I pulled back, lightning flashing and seeing come drip down along her spine. I was entranced, unable to break away as my hips moved. Another spurt of come touched the small of her back and dribbled down to the bed.
Rose turned onto her back and looked at me with sad eyes. “You didn’t feed me. You wasted your love.”
“No. I’m sorry,” I panicked.
Rose’s hand shot around. I stared in muted horror as her hand grew bigger and her fingers became long and spindly like spider legs. Her entire hand wrapped around my arms and chest, clamping my arms to my sides. I was forced onto my back as my mother straddled me. She looked down on me with azure glowing eyes. The glow faded and she gave me an evil grin.
“I hunger for your love,” she said sweetly.
I felt her dripping wet slit against the shaft of my cock. I was fully hard again as she slid against me. My cock bounced, wanted to be inside her. It clawed at my sanity. Her demonic hand let go of me and in an instant it was back to normal. She pressed her hands against my chest, sliding her wet pussy against me. My entire body vibrated with desire.
My mother’s giant form slid down my body. My cock was pressed between her large tits. She looked at me with demonic and loving eyes before she tilted her head down. Her plump lips wrapped around my cock and sucked. I moaned as inches slipped along her tight mouth. It was magical, lewd and forbidden. My hand touched her black hair. I looked down to see inches of my cock appearing and disappearing between her lips. She moaned, tasting what little come she could suck out of cock. I moaned louder as tingling pain filled my rigid manhood. The pain slowly went away as her tongue slathered against the shaft. Her head bobbed, her muffled moans and tongue coaxing me on. I couldn’t believe I wanted to come again, the familiar urge building.
The sounds of my mother sucking on my cock sent me over the edge. My body tightened and my hips thrusted upwards. My cock touched the back of her throat and spurts of come painted it.
An inhuman moan rose up from my mother. I looked down at her, her eyes rolled into her head and sucking on me, draining me of every drop. My balls tightened as I forced another spurt into her mouth and she sucked it down with fevered excitement.
Rose sat up, my cock slipping from her mouth. She looked around in a daze, her eyes half closed. I sat up and watched her. She appeared confused as lighting flashed outside and illuminated her face.
“It’s delicious, my son,” Rose whispered as she weaved from side to side.
I don’t know what overcame me next. I thought I would be weak from coming several times but instead, I felt my ardor and strength grow. Magical energy filled my body and sank into my muscles. My cock was hard and throbbing. I stared at her firm breasts and nipples. An inner beast roared and I wanted more.
I sat up and touched my mouther’s cheek with the back of my hands. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet sensations. My gaze hardened before I grabbed her and pushed her onto her back. Even at her new size, she felt to my push. I crawled over her like an enraged beast. Her eyes rolled back into place. She barely smirked before my cock stabbed into her wet womanhood. Inner walls parted to my invasion. I was on her, my hips working to drive every inch into her. Her legs curled around my ass, urging me as deep as I could go. She let out a giggle laugh before it turned to moans. I drove my soul into her sacred valley, thrusting and pulling back. She squeezed and stroked me with every thrust and pull away.
My mouth clamped onto a nipple and suckled. She clutched me to her, the two of lost to primal desires.
“Feed my pussy. Sleep in my bed and fuck me. This is our way. This is our legacy. The earth realm will not understand, but we do.”
I was lost to pumping my hips and cock into her tight slit. It hugged me like I always belonged. Madness consumed me as I growled, wanting to come again.
It was then when I looked down at my monstrous mother. Her eyes vibrated with insanity and primal energy. Her tongue was pointed as she licked her lips. Her body bounced to my repeated invasions. Strange colors filled her eyes and I was lost to them.
“Don’t let me starve,” my mother said in an otherworldly voice.
“I will never let you starve,” I said with conviction before thrusting to the hilt.
My senses spread out beyond their normal limits. My soul merged with the black soul of my mother. I felt her body ripple with orgasms. She shuddered as I pushed out every spurt of come I could. Her body drank it like water and wanted more. I groaned and whimpered, trying to feed her. It overwhelmed me as I drowned in bliss and ecstasy.
I collapsed on my mother. She held me, her arms and legs wrapped around me. She whispered sweet nothings with my cock buried in her. Come and wetness leaked from our union. I smiled and passed out into darkness.
Three
I woke up with a start. I tried to focus my eyes as a big figure was over me and on me. Wet warmth engulfed my cock. Reality fell into place and I noticed I was on my back. My mother was on me, riding me. Lighting flashed outside and I caught a glimpse of her face in ecstasy.
Rose opened her eyes and gave me a wicked grin. She didn’t slow down, taking long tight strides on my cock. Wetness spilled between her legs and mine. The bed around me felt wet, but I didn’t mind. My hands touched her waist and she let out a sultry gasp.
I didn’t know how long I was out and I didn’t care. It was sill night outside, the rainstorm carrying on. I kept my gaze on the giant woman on me, fucking me awake.
“You were hard and I had to help you so you can sleep better,” Rose whispered as she bobbed on my cock.
I watched her; my body sore but still willing.
“Are you really my mother?” I asked.
Rose looked down at me as her hips moved. “I am.”
A soft coo fell from her lips as she felt me get thicker. I was ready to come but I needed to know our truth.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t follow your last wish.”
Rose’s wicked smile returned. “I’m not. Understand, that I was wrong. My soul fell to the great dream cities. Draygon took me and showed me such pleasures. I would have stayed forever but your dreams called out to me. I believe Draygon heard them too. When you cast the spell, he let me go to be here.”
“Is that why you’re different?”
Rose nodded. “I hold some of Draygon’s dark power. We will need it for what we must do.”
“What must we do?”
Rose nodded. “Yes, my son. We must bring the dream to others. Draygon wishes for others to know his teachings. For me to contain his power, I must me tethered to this realm. You, my son, are my tether. Your seed will nourish me and anchor me. Fuck me, spill your seed in my throat or between my thighs. It doesn’t matter. It only matters that you continue to love me until the world is awakened to the great teachings of Draygon.”
Rose moved like a caged beast on my cock. Her valley held me like a tight vice. There was no escaping, not that I wanted to. I just wanted to dwell between her legs until the end of time.
“Do you love me, my son?” Rose asked as her body trembled.
My cock thickened and spurts of come filled the tight connection between us.
Rose shuddered, another orgasm cascading along her body.
“You do love me,” Rose said with a sultry exhale.
She didn’t allow me wilt, moving to breathe new life into my member.
“I do,” I said and curled up and hugged her.
Long arms wrapped around me, keeping my face buried between her large tits. Her hips moved, keeping me hard and deep within her. I was lost to the sensations of bliss. My destiny was forged in stone and I would follow what my mother and the great dark gods decreed.
~Fin~