Don’t Summon Me

Four

Black clawed hands touched every part of my body. I lay in the void, staring at nothing as the many hands caressed and soothed over my skin. Curved nails ran down my flesh and sinister moans filled my senses. I let out my own, unrestrained moan and the darkness pressed down harder on me. Soon, tentacles rose up, moving between hands and circling my wrists, ankles and neck.

“I serve,” I whispered to the abyss.

Tentacles tightened as claws dug deeper into my flesh. Lines of blood bloomed, the crimson red like a glowing beacon to the darkness. A large, thick tongue licked at a line of red and the whispers grew into a white noise of shadowy delight.

A purple shard pulsed against my soul. I pushed my fingers into the glowing shard, took hold of the edges and pulled to see if it would open.

My eyes fluttered open and gray light glowed.

I slowly blinked, pushing away the morning befuddlement and trying to hold onto the dream at the same time. It spoke to a deeper self, one I fully admitted to and enjoyed. The truth was not the scary part. It was the actions and plans that whispered tendrils of doubt and concern.

I had awoken something in the world and in me. Was it a dream? Did I imagine it? Did I drink too heavily and played out a fantasy I always had? Is she still dead, or was she really here, a thing of darkness and seduction?

I sat up and my head swirled into a morning dizziness. I glanced around to see that I was in my own bed. It was dry, warm and comfortable. I looked to the window. The curtains were slightly drawn and a gray sky spread out from horizon to horizon beyond them.

I threw the comfortable quilt aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I stood up under my own power, feeling the cool morning air on my naked skin.

I took inventory of my body. There was no soreness. There was no pain. I felt like a new man and my energy grew with each passing moment.

“Maybe it was all just a dream,” I said to no one.

Images of my mother coming back from the great beyond haunted my thoughts. The beautiful and carnal acts slipped along my mind. Memories clashed with logic. I did bring her back, didn’t I? I used the Book of Night to bring her back, but she was changed, different. On her deathbed, she asked me to not summon her and I defied that wish because of my own selfish desire.

I stepped to the large window and looked out to the vibrant green grass field against a dark gray sky. She told me that she was mistaken and was happy to be brought back. She told me that we had a great dream we had to bring to the world. I was lost to seductive moments and was so happy to see her, I didn’t care what she said. I was just happy to have her back, even if she was different.

A small pain crawled along my chest. An image of the purple shard pulsed along my mind. Was I different? Had I changed into something else, like her?

I let out a small chuckle. I was being absurd. I must have drunk heavily last night and dreamed of a fantasy. That must be it. I may be an acolyte to the dark gods, but I knew better than to summon a soul from the dream, don’t I?

My head swam in dripping confusion. I needed coffee, lots of coffee.

I turned, walked over to my desk. My black robe was over the back of the chair. I picked it up and put it on. The moment I tied it around my waist, I glanced down to my desk and saw the black book.

The Libro De Nocte was lying flat on the desk. I was pleased to still see it in my possession. The famed Book of Night had a tendency to appear and disappear. Many in the orders believed the book to move between dimensions, appearing at random to gift dark knowledge to those looking and not looking for it. No one knows who truly wrote it, or if it was written by anything close to our feeble minds. It was a tool to bring the great dreams and shadows to any world it touched, at least from what the dark philosophers say and discuss.

I turned my gaze away from the book and made my way to the door of my bedroom, a dark roast on the mind.

Walking down the large hallway, my mind drifted to last night again. Flashes of pale flesh and ruby lips caused me to sigh. My manhood began to hardened at the mere thoughts of the fantastical tryst. The anniversary of my mother’s death came and went. Last night was nothing more than a wet dream of perversion. I had to carry on with my life and move on to my next studies and goals.

I stepped down the wide stairs to the first floor. I turned and made my way into another corridor. I listened for the servants, but remembered that I had given them some paid leave, so I could have the mansion to myself to perform dark rites and drink away the pain.

I stepped closer to the kitchen door. The moment I lifted my hand to push it open, a small, melodic hum touched my ears. I hesitated, hearing the familiar hum I heard in my childhood. It was gentle, small and beautiful.

I pushed at the door and stepped in. My heart nearly leapt in my chest as I stood in resigned disbelief.

A seven-foot-tall woman stood by the counter. She wore a white, silky robe. Long, black hair touched her shoulders, the ends curling slightly into small locks. Her hour-glass figure moved with gentle ease, a pale hand reaching for the coffee pot and pouring into a mug.

“Good morning, my love,” my mother said and turned around.

I stared, knowing full well that last night was not a dream. It happened and I caused it. By the counter, a slightly different version of my mother stood. Her ruby smile was warm. The center of her robe was open with alabaster skin and inner sides of large breasts plain as the morning day. Nipples stood erect, barely covered by the silky robe. I glanced down, seeing her womanhood pink against her white skin.

“I thought it was a dream,” I whispered.

Rose let out a bubbling giggle. “Life is a dream. I always said that to you.”

I was rooted to the spot, seeing the large woman pick up a plate and cup of coffee. She crossed the immense kitchen to a table and set them down. She gave me a welcoming smile that made my heart melt and my cock stand under its own power.

“Have a seat. We should talk,” Rose smiled.

I did as I was told. I crossed the distance, took hold of a chair and sat down. Cooked eggs and meats filled the plate. Steam rose up from my cup of coffee. My heart beat like a drum in my chest, not sure if I should jump for joy or wallow in my perverted dreams.

My mother stood over me, making no attempt to cover up. Her eyes didn’t blink as she gazed upon me. It was unnatural, but I didn’t care. She was still here and I never wanted her to leave.

Rose sat down in another chair, not to far from me. She faced me, her eyes like two mossy green pools of radiance.

“We have several things we must discuss,” Rose said gently.

I reached over and took her hand into mine. “I’m here for anything we need to do.”

Rose gave a small nod before she continued, “Last night was wonderful. I couldn’t be happier that you brought me back from the dream realms, but as I said during our lovemaking, we have much to do.”

I nodded and gave her my full attention.

Rose’s eyes gleamed as she spoke, “I have been busy this morning while you slept. I have dismissed the servants and gave them a generous severance package. They will be quite happy and should move on without any difficulties for us.”

I raised my eyebrow in confusion. “You let them go? How? Everything has been transferred into my name since your death.”

Rose’s smile grew into a wicked grin. “I am still your mother. You can’t hide your thoughts from me. I can see the passwords, accounts and many other things along your mind if I wish it. Does it bother you?”

I looked down. “No, I suppose not.”

“To answer your question, I let them go because we cannot have anyone we don’t completely trust to meddle in our work. Blood is thicker than honor. We must bring the great dream to many others, but the only way we can do that is build our coven.”

My thoughts swam against at tidal wave of confusion. “We already belong to a coven.”

My mother continued to stare at me with unblinking eyes. “No, a true coven, one of blood and shadows.”

I picked up my cup of coffee and took a deep sip.

Rose leaned back in her chair, the edge of her robe falling away and a dark nipple exposed. My gaze fell to it and all I wanted to do was suck on it.

Rose continued as if she didn’t notice, “I miss my sisters. Your aunts dwell in the dream realm and I know if there was a chance to bring them back, they would want to be here. If we are truly to create our blood coven, we will need those of our blood to become members.

“You, my dear son, will become our tether and High Priest. You will focus our gifts so we may carry on our work.”

I put my cup of coffee down and gave a small nod. “Aunt Violet and Aunt Lily have been gone for over ten years. Can we bring them back?”

Rose smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “Time means little to the dream realm. The only time we must be aware of is how long we have the Libro De Nocte. It has been in our possession for some time and as you know, it may leave us at any moment. It does not allow us to copy spells, creating a befuddlement if one tried to remember or write its dark spells down.”

Rose shifted and I was caught in the gravity of her voluptuous chest.

“I have spent my morning sending an important message to your cousins, Dana and Beth. They are fully grown and will make excellent additions to our coven. They don’t know I’ve returned and will be overjoyed. We must entice them to join. Their blood can bring Lily back from the dream realm and our coven will grow by three more.”

“And Aunty Violet?” I asked.

Rose nodded. “We will cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, we must fill our home with family before we move on. I wired money to your cousins for plane fare and sent cars to pick them up this afternoon. They will be here by evening time. I will make all the arrangements for this evening. There are only two things I need you to do.

“The first is spending your day studying the Book of Night. While most of the rites cannot be remembered, there are a few spells that will grow your power. I’m sure you’ve felt the shard in your soul. You may have dreamed of it.”

The dream washed over my mind and I nodded.

Rose kept her smile. “You used the book, and now you have changed for the better. We can explore it with time, but for tonight, we will focus on bringing us together.”

“What is the second thing?” I asked.

Rose’s eyes half-closed. Her breath softened. My gaze fell to her body, her inviting thighs parting a little more and her hand touching her wet womanhood. Fingers moved along pink folds until she pulled back the hood and circled a finger over her clit.

“I’m terribly hungry. It gnaws at me,” Rose said in a seductive whine.

My robe could not hide my desires. My rock-hard member stood up against the thick robe fabric. I stared at her, unwilling to fight my cravings.

“Mommy needs to feed,” Rose said as her tall form slid off the edge of the chair and onto her knees.

Even on her knees and me sitting, we were still eye to eye. Her robe had completely pulled away from her large chest. Heat radiated from her body and my own internal temperature turned into a slight fever.

“Help momma fill her mouth and throat,” Rose begged as she took hold of my robe and pulled it open.

My manhood stood straight up and throbbed. My mother looked down on it with wanting eyes. She licked her full lips before bowing her head and giving the tip a gentle lick.

“Your taste pushes me to the edge of madness,” Rose grinned before engulfing the head and gently sucking.

My eyes fluttered as muffled moans filled the kitchen. My head swayed back, lips running up and down my shaft. Her tongue snaked along the ridge, gently caressing and coaxing me. It was just like last night, the wet heat of her mouth pulling at my spirit. Teeth grazed the edge of the shaft and, somehow, my cock grew thicker.

Moans rose up from the intimate moment. The bond between us grew and I could feel her bliss. I looked down, her head bobbing and her eyes closed. The shaft of my cock was wet. Her tongue pushed my cock to the roof of her mouth. The tightness caused me to seethe. I touched my mother’s head and she moaned louder, the vibrations running along her throat and into my manhood.

Every lick moved against my cock. The tempo quickened and slowed. I was lost to a rising urges. My fingers curled into her hair. Her scent drifted up as she moaned. All I could think about was driving my love into her until every drop of my soul filled her heart.

The thoughts and moans blended into a storm and I felt the familiar need for release.

“Mom, I’m coming,” I whispered.

Rose’s mouth slid down my cock slowly, her tongue slathering against it. She moaned like a demoness. She looked up with a haunting gaze and my entire body cried out.

My cock thickened and I groaned. Thick spurts of come painted the back of her throat. Her eyes closed as she moaned louder. Come spurted again and she hungrily drank it down. Her tongue ran along the underside of my cock and milked it. I pushed out another spurt and she drank it like life giving water.

Rose pulled back, not a drop of come to be seen. Her eyes fluttered as if she was caught in the throes of ecstasy.

The orgasm wasn’t enough. I looked down at my wet cock, it still standing with supernatural power. My mother stayed on her knees, weaving a little in bliss. I stood up, reached down and took her arm.

My mother moved with me, standing up. She weaved in a confused state when I turned her around and pushed at her back. She fell onto the table, wet moans dripping from her mouth. I looked down on her firm ass. I reached between her legs and my fingers became wet from her love.

“Gerald, my son,” my mother whispered as I had her bent over the table.

A madness took hold. I grabbed my cock and pressed the head to her wet valley entrance. She let out an animalistic moan. I slapped her ass and she moaned louder. I slowly pushed my cock into her, watching her pink lips engulf it, inch after inch. The moans grew louder as I spread her inner world.

“Feed momma. Feed me very inch,” Rose seethed.

I pushed to the hilt and she pushed back. I glanced up to see her hands curled on the opposite edge of the table. She lifted her upper body and glanced back with a mischievous smirk.

“My bad little boy. What will I ever do with you,” my mother said coyly.

I thrust with power, watching shockwaves of my invasion rippled across her ass. She moaned, pushing against me and I slammed into her. My hands fell onto her skin, running fingers along her smooth back as my hips worked. The bond grew between us, deepening into a state where we were one.

“Momma is coming,” Rose hissed as her nails dug into the very wood of the table.

I was lost to the act, driving my cock into her. I surrendered to my desires as I fucked her over the table. The sound of skin on skin filled the kitchen and I was nearly blind with desire.

A loud, long moan emerged from her lips. It was enough for me to lose myself. The sound of her moaning from my invasion sent prickling energy along my spine, mind and heart.

I cried out as my cock thickened. She clamped on me like a vice as her hands cracked the very table. My cry turned into a roar as spurts of come filled the tight space between us. My hips couldn’t stop, driving every drop into her as her inner world milked my cock. Love dripped from our union and I never wanted to leave.

My mother moved her hips slowly, squeezing and keeping me deep inside her. She turned her head slightly and looked at me with one knowing eye.

“Save some of your self for later. We have much to do.”

 

Five

The gray sky grew darker as the sun slowly set.

I was on my knees, preparing the ritual room. It was the same room I used to summon my mother from the dream realms. Now, it was being prepared for my Aunt Lily.

An arcane circle filled the middle of the floor. A dagger was to one side and the Book of Night to the other side of me. Unlit candles filled the corners of the room. I looked over the designs, making sure they were perfect. If there was even a slight mistake, it could have a disastrous effect. Many things crawled along the spaces between realms and they all wanted to do was find a home and food to eat.

I stared at the design, taking in each rune and circle edge. After spending time with mother, she disappeared into the mansion while I studied the black book. She was right, telling me about the spells that could strengthen my arcane power. Once cast, I had better control over the spheres of mind, darkness and decay. I could feel the dark divine energy move through me, whispering soothing knowledge for what we are trying to accomplish.

“A coven for our work,” I whispered at the tantalizing thoughts.

I woke from my trance and stood up. I turned for the door when in the vast background beyond the door, I heard the faint chime of the door.

Without a second thought, I stepped to the door, stepped out and closed it behind me.

My mind swirled. I hadn’t seen my cousins Dana and Beth since the funerals. Beth sobbed loudly, while Dana tried to comfort her younger sister. I remember wanting to go to them and try to help ease their grief. I just couldn’t get the courage to do it. We used to be thick as thieves when we were younger. We often stayed at each other’s homes and played for weeks, inventing and playing in our private worlds. It was a magical time, even as we grew older and our bodies changed. The games changed as well, often with kisses in dark closets and gentle touching. It never went beyond a certain point, but the allure was there. We wanted more than just playful experimentation. Dana was bolder than her younger sister. Her hands often grabbed at me in private places and she laughed. Beth was different. When we napped, she often snuggled close and hugged me. Her fingers would curl into my shirt, as if afraid I would be gone when she woke up.

I reached the top of the stairs and looked down into the foyer. My mother was already there with her arms wide open. The front door was open, my cousins staring at my mother in utter disbelief.

“Aunty Rose!” Dana said and rushed my mother.

Dana was nearly my height, but was still dwarfed next to my mother’s seven-foot-tall frame.

Beth slowly stepped in and closed the door behind her, her gaze locked on my mother.

I took each step down the stairs, seeing my cousins. Beth was truly grown up. She had the large chest that often blessed the women of our family. She had her familiar black-rimmed glasses. She had the womanly shape or our family as well and pale skin to match. Her hair was black and, in a bob, framing her cute features.

I turned my attention to Dana as she pulled back. Dana was all smiles as she looked up to my mother. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her body was different from the family, slender and athletic. She took more from her father’s side. Her breasts pressed against her shirt, slightly more than handfuls. She had long limbs and an infectious smile.

“Is it really you, Aunty?” Beth said as her eyes were like a deer caught in the headlights.

My mother was wearing a silky white dress and her familiar wide-rimmed black hat. A pearl neckless surrounded her throat. She gave a gentle, understanding nod to my younger cousin.

“It is truly me, in the flesh,” Rose smiled.

Beth looked up with unblinking eyes. “You’re different. You were never this tall.”

I reached the bottom step and looked at the family gathering.

My mother turned slightly and lifted and hand in my direction. “You remember Gerald?”

Dana and Beth turned their attention to me and their eyes widened a hair. I stood with a small smile, happy to see them. I didn’t expect what came next.

The two cousins rushed me. With hands out, they both hugged me at the same time, pressing their faces into mine. I circled my arms around them, holding them close as they looked to me with bright eyes.

“It has been so long!” Dana nearly shouted.

“We missed you so much!” Beth added.

“I’ve missed you both,” I smiled, trying to keep myself from kissing them on the lips.

Rose stepped closer to the three of us, her eyes practically glowing in delight. “Now now, let’s give Gerald some room. I have dinner prepared in the small dining room. I’m sure after such a long journey everyone wants to eat.

“Gerald, be a dear and put their bags in the guest rooms.”

“Yes, mother,” I said as the three of us broke our embrace.

I moved to the bags by the main entrance and glanced over my shoulder. Dana and Beth seemed to forget the oddness of my mother. They were all smiles and asking her how she’s been and how happy they were to see her. Rose whisked them away with her arms, glancing back to me with wicked smirk.

I picked up the bags and made for the stairs.

It didn’t take long before me to drop off each bag in side-by-side rooms. I placed them on the end of the beds, but before I left, I opened each one. Their scents drifted up from their clothes, reminding me of our youth, but I was here for a different reason.

I reached down and rummaged a little. When I found what I was looking for, I picked up small strands of hair from each suitcase. I didn’t waste time, circling the single strands from each cousin around my left wrist and gently tied and knotted them. I was concerned that they might not be receptive to what mother and I want. They may need some coaxing to help bring them to our side.

I wish I felt dirty or awful about what I was prepared to do. I didn’t. The more I read from the book, the more I knew our true purpose. Our family for generations followed the dark arts and mystic knowledge others were afraid to understand. It beat like a heart, touching our family line in some way. Not all members of our family join covens and spread the dark gospel to others. I wasn’t sure if Dana and Beth were enlightened or not. We were not going to take any chances. We needed them. I needed them. Mother whispered to me that she could never lead the coven because of the tether. She needed me to stay anchored to this world. I had no such restrictions, except my perverted needs to spill my seed in her and on her. It was a sickness I was chained to. I had to key to get out of my chains, but I knew I’d never use it.

I closed their bags and suitcases and left each of their rooms. I made my way downstairs to the small dining room and stepped in.

Wine flowed as mother poured into each of our glasses. Beth looked down with sad eyes. Dana was smiling a licking her lips as she stared at the red wine. Mother glanced to me before moving to my glass and pouring into it. Plates of food filled the table, steam rising up from each one.

“We don’t need to retrain ourselves. Eat and drink. This is a time to celebrate our small, family reunion,” Rose said joyfully.

I moved to the head of the table and sat down. Dana began guzzling her glass. Beth took a long sip. Mother held her glass and watched everyone with kind eyes.

Dana put down her glass and started talking, “I didn’t believe it when I read your e-mail and wanting us to come here for a long stay. I thought Gerald was playing a joke on us.”

Rose grinned. “No trick or deception. I had recently returned and wanted to see more of my family. So did Gerald, didn’t you my son?”

I smiled and took a sip of wine.

“It has been so long. We didn’t think you wanted anything to do with us,” Beth said demurely.

Rose looked over and tut-tutted. “My dear niece, how can you say such things. The two of you are always welcomed here. You can stay for as long as you like.”

I looked at Beth and smiled. “There is always an open invitation.”

Beth looked down, pink touching her cheeks.

Dana leaned back in her chair. “Does the rest of the family or the covens know you’ve returned? I haven’t heard anything from other members or family.”

Dana was a member and acolyte? When did she join? Have I’ve been really out of the loop?

“I returned last night. The rest of the family and the covens don’t know I’ve returned, and we will keep it that way for a time.”

Dana nodded and sat back in her chair. I watched as my cousin eyed my mother with interested and inquisitive eyes. It was plain as day that she had more questions, but it seemed she was biding her time or trying to find the right way to asked them.

My mother simply smiled her demonic and kind grin. “We are family. Please, be free with your questions. I’m sure Gerald and I can answer them.”

Beth continued to look down, almost afraid to speak. Dana had no such restrictions.

“Aunty Rose, how did you come back?” Dana said with attentive eyes.

My mother kept her grin. I wasn’t sure if my cousins could see it, but I could. A thin, dark aura surrounded my mother’s supernatural form. It seemed to pulsate with a sinister power, but her expression was one of motherly love and understanding.

“Gerald brought me back from the great beyond. His love kept me tethered to him. He couldn’t bear to be without me. He used the Book of Night, followed the ritual, cut his hand and spilled his blood on the sacred circle.”

Rose lifted up her wine and took a deep sip. She put it down and looked at Dana with dark, knowing eyes.

“I emerged from the dream lands and came home,” Rose finished.

Dana and Beth turned their attention to me. I expected there to be shock, awe or disgust. Instead, I saw a degree of understanding most would never know. The arcane knowledge has been in our blood for generations. Our minds were open to many possibilities. It was a sickness and a blessing none of us could deny.

“You came back because of Gerald?” Dana said in a small voice.

My mother didn’t blink. “I came back for him and our family. There is great work to be done. The covens and most of our family have lost their way.”

Dana gave a slow nod. “I share your frustration, Aunty. I have pulled away from the covens and meetings. They spend most of their time debating about what could happen and not on what we should make happen. Our families have so much power, and they do nothing with it.”

Rose nodded. “I’m happy to know you seek more. That is why you both are here. I want us to be close again. Gerald has confessed to me that he wishes to take the dark path in a new direction.”

We all looked to my mother as she sat with a wineglass in her hand and dark intent in her eyes.

“Gerald wishes to create a blood coven. As his mother, I fully support him.”

I watched as Beth kept her head bowed, but Dana eyed me with a wicked gleam in her gaze. The room became silent, the gravity of the words weighing on everyone.

Blood covens were often spoken in the old texts. The bonds between members were so strong, they ate, drank, lived and slept together. It brought every member’s power closer, making the bonds and energies between members potent enough to cast primal and greater magical rites.

The only thing that concerned me about where this was going was why. I only wanted to bring back my mother. I missed everything about her from her voice to her gentle touch. She was different and the same. She was a dark creature in a twisted shell of my mother. Despite the differences, I could still feel it was truly her. Have I gone mad? Am I just a slave to whatever darkness has encircled my mother?

Rose leaned forward, her elbows on the table and a lingering gaze on me. “Gerald has always been quiet. He rarely speaks out loud about what he truly thinks or wants. He dwells in his dream worlds, but I have seen it firsthand when he really wants something, nothing will hold him back.”

My mother’s gaze sharped as she stared into my soul. “Gerald wants usher in the next age. He will never fully admit it, but I know. I felt it, deep within me, pulsating like living sword, cutting away at all reason and replacing it with new destiny.”

I looked to my cousins. Their gazes lingered on me, just like my mother’s gaze. Was this what I really wanted? Was my mother just telling me what I already knew? Does she see it better than I do?

“My son, I think you should give them a taste of your power,” Rose leered.

My hand was already rising up before I knew it. I stared at my mother across the table. I could feel the strands of my cousin’s hairs tied around my wrist. I felt like a different person as I brought my fingers together and snapped them.

A pulse spread out in a blink of time. It touched everyone, but the effect struck my cousins hard. Dana and Beth let out a gasp, their hands grabbing the edge of the table. They heaved and huffed, their eyes lost to dripping pleasure as it rippled along their bodies. Dana let out a long, breathy exhale. Beth let out a low wet moan.

I felt the energies in the room touch my cousins. They couldn’t control themselves, bliss rolling through them. They were trapped in its glow. A moment later, I severed the spell and the effect faded away.

Dana and Beth turned their faces to me again, awe coloring their eyes.

Rose gave a slow nod. “I believe Gerald would make a powerful High Priest, don’t you agree?”

My cousins said nothing. The moment filled the room with a dark heaviness.

My mother closed her eyes. “It is something to think about. There is always a price to such devotion. Take as much time as you need to consider it further.”

Beth turned her head and looked at my mother. “You want to bring back our mother.”

Rose nodded.

Dana’s gaze filled with distant sorrow. “She made us promise to never summon her back from the dead.”

“I had Gerald make the same promise. He kept to it for a time, but after he summoned me, it was clear I was wrong. His devotion and dreams filled mine as I lay in the dreaming city.

“I know your mother, my sister, would want to come back. We dwelled in the dream city, licking and touching each other like beasts in the night. I miss her terribly, as I know you miss her as well.

“If we create our blood coven, we can have her back. We can be a family again. Gerald would be our high priest and we would be his followers. We could continue bringing knowledge to the masses. We could be a family again.”

“She made us promise,” Beth said in the barest of whispers.

My mother let out a long, wicked laugh. “A promise should never stand in the way of desire and knowledge. I have seen your dreams and know your truths.”

Rose looked at Dana, “You have dreamed of my son for a long time. I’ve seen the moments, your inner wishes on display of him chaining you away and using you until your legs shake. I have seen your thoughts, unable to stop his advances as he chokes you and drives his seed into you.”

Dana looked away in defeat.

My mother turned to Beth, “And you, my lovely shy Beth. You used to sleep beside him, praying he would turn to you. How he would push his affections into you. How you wished he would clamp his hand over your mouth. Even now, I can smell your desire for him, for all of us.”

Rose took a long sip from her glass and swished the remainder in her glass as she eyed all three of us.

“As I said, there is a price. It goes beyond devotion. Bringing back your mother is the price. After that, we will be bonded and continue our dark work.”

The dining room was silent as mother’s words hung heavy in the air.

My mother’s entire demeanor changed in an instant. “Let’s finish our meal and talk over drinks.”

The three of us resumed eating. I continued to glance at all three. Mother ate like she hadn’t spoken a word all night. She focused on her meal and chewed softly.

Dana’s thoughts were plain on her face. She didn’t look embarrassed at all. Instead, she seemed relieved. She often glanced to me and an evil smirk would stab into her cheek. Now that it was all out in the open, she was enjoying this. I always knew she was daring and little odd, but it fully came to light as she looked at me like a predator in the wild.

Beth kept her gaze on her food as she ate slowly. I couldn’t read her. I wasn’t sure if she was fighting an inner war or she simply accepted it.

Me? Mother’s words rang true. I wanted more. I was just too afraid to admit it to myself. Now that it was said out loud, I felt the urges and needs fall into their proper places. The four of us were alone in a mansion. There were no prying eyes or nosy neighbors. It was our world and we could do whatever we wished.

My thoughts fell on the idea of a blood coven. Possibilities bloomed along my mind. We could change everything.

Urges pressed against my soul. I eyed my cousins before looking to my mother. She sat, like a beautiful demon in the dark. It cracked my mind into shards of blissful madness. I could lead us to the new age. I could have what I wanted. I could feel whole.

When the plates were empty, Rose stood up with a refreshed wineglass in her hand.

“Follow me,” she commanded, turned and walked toward the doors.

The three of us stood up and followed.

It didn’t take long for us to reach one of the sitting rooms. We stepped inside to dim lights and comfortable couches. Mother used to use this room to have tea with her friends. It had been so long since I entered this room, I had forgotten all about it. Or maybe I just wanted to forget.

The cold wind howled against the windows, rattling the glass a little. The outside world had grown colder, but I felt like I was in a deep, warm dream.

Rose turned to us with bright eyes and smile. “I’ll bring us more drinks. Have a seat and be comfortable.”

I made my way to a large couch and sat down. My head was already swimming from the wine and food. I was relaxed and felt my body melt into the couch. The air took on a hazy glow as the wind continued to howl in the distance.

It was then when I looked up to see my cousins close, but not moving. They eyed me with a confusion in their eyes, like they didn’t know what to do. They stood and watched me, something crawling under their skin.

I patted the seat next to me and smiled.

Beth acted first. She stepped closer, sat down and leaned into my shoulder. Her hand touched my stomach. Her glasses shined in the low light as she snuggled against me. She was warm. Her fingers curled into my shirt, just like when we were younger.

Dana stood before me, her eyes filled with an unhinged madness. She looked down on me like she was ready to attack me.

“Will you do it? Will you lead us into a new destiny?” Dana asked.

I smiled. “I will.”

A relief filled her eyes. “I tried to bring the truth to our father. He didn’t have the drive or strength. He just wanted to live his little life. Beth and I didn’t share his views. We tried to convince him and he denied us.”

Dana lowered her body until her knees touched the dark red rug. She then sat with her legs curled to her side. She rested her arms on my legs, her upper body between them. She looked up to me with hints of lust and perversion.

Dana settled in between my legs. Her body heat and the dripping lust in the air caused my manhood to rise. It struggled against my tight pants, a snake trying to worm its way out. The warmth grew thicker, as did my desires.

Dana’s brow softened as she looked up at me. “You don’t need any spells.”

I watched as Dana reached for my zipper, took hold and slowly pulled it down. I glanced to Beth against me. She looked down with wanting eyes. I caught her licking her own lips as her face flushed pink. There was no judgment, only desire.

I looked to Dana as the zipper reached the bottom. Her hand touched fabric and pulled it down. My member slipped out and was free. It rose like a corpse from the earth. It throbbed and thickened, Dana’s hot breath touching it.

Mother stepped close with drinks in her hands. She placed them on the small coffee table. Her face swelled with pride as she witnessed what was happening. She hovered close by, looking down.

I looked up to her, seeing her beauty when wet heat wrapped around my standing cock. A small moan rose up from my parted lips, feeling Dana run her lips down my shaft as I gazed at my mother. It was magical and warm. I couldn’t break my gaze as I imagined my mother drinking from my cock.

“I can feel your thoughts,” Rose said with an impish smirk.

She sat down on the other side of me, her hands touching the side of my face. My cousin’s head bobbed between my legs. Beth was biting her nail, watching Dana hungrily take very inch of my member. I could feel the back of Dana’s throat as my mother leaned in and kissed me. The moment was intoxicating and I was lost to a sea of sensations.

“See how eager she is to follow,” my mother pointed out with a seductive hiss.

I nodded as I fought back groans. Dana’s lips slid easily, up and down on my shaft. Her tongue slathered against my cock as she didn’t break the connection. It was enough to bring me close, my urges crying out to fill her throat. My hips moved slightly driving another inch deeper. Dana’s eyes were closed, moaning against my cock and picking up the tempo.

“Dana was always a cum slut,” Beth said with an annoyed edge.

I looked over to her as she kept her gaze on her sister deep-throating me. “And what are you?”

Beth broke her mesmerized gaze and looked up to me with innocent eyes, “A monster.”

I raised my eyebrow as the image of my innocent cousin was shattered.

My mother’s mouth moved close to my ear. “She has no boundaries. She is perfect for us. That is why she is here. It is why they are both here.”

“So many secrets within the family,” Beth whispered with heavy eyes. “So many times, I have woken my father with his cock in me. He told me to stop, but would never stop me.”

Beth snuggled closer, “I can be whatever you want, whatever you need. I would love it all the same. Tell me what you want and I’ll be what you want.”

Beth’s honesty stabbed into me like hot iron. My urges swelled to the breaking point and with a groan, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Dana gave a long, muffled moan as thick spurts of come splashed against the back of her throat. She was breathing through her nose and sucking on my member. She milked it with her lips, coaxing another spurt. When my cock finished with one final spurt, Dana lingered, drinking it down like a fine wine.

Dana pulled away and fell onto her butt and hands. She was breathing heavy. Her eyes were closed as if she was experiencing a religious moment.

I turned my attention to Beth, my own monster wanting more. “Undress.”

Beth pulled away and without a word otherwise, began to undress. She pulled off her shirt, her large breasts straining against her tight bra. She was on her knees on the couch, snaking her hips out of her dress.

I watched her, seeing that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her womanhood dripped from between thick thighs as she tossed clothes away. She reached behind and undid her bra. It pulled away and was tossed aside. Large breasts bobbed as pink nipples stood erect. Her expression was blank, but her eyes held a needful fire.

I felt my mother touch my half-hard cock. Her fingers gently wrapped around the shaft and began to stroke me. Life filled it again in several strokes, my mother’s touch more than enough to make me hard as steel.

I stared at Beth as she remained on her knees. Even in the dim light, I could see drops of lust streak down her inner thigh and drops falling on the couch.

Demonic intentions curled along my mind as I looked at my beautiful cousin. “Sit on my lap and tell me more.”

Beth moved closer and lifted one knee. She straddled me and my mother pulled away. I was rock hard as Beth sank down. Her dripping wet slit touched my throbbing member. She didn’t have to take hold as she impaled herself on me. Her valley was tight as gravity and my cock opened her, one inch at a time. She was silent as a grave until she was half-way down. Her breathing grew heavy and she sank down until my cock was fully inside her.