Thirty Five
I stood before a door, deep in thought. I felt different, changed in a way, but, still the same. Dark power crawled under my skin, and I hadn't truly used it. The anticipation of using it soothed my often-frayed nerves. We were much closer to victory over the forces of light. When our rest was over, I will send out word to the rest of the family to come, and bend their knee to me. After that, we would continue with opening the last six rifts. Once it was completed, my coven and I will enjoy a long rest, as the world wakes to the dark madness to come.
I stared at the door, feeling better with each moment. I lifted my fist, and knocked on it.
A short moment ticked on, before the door opened with my Nana giving me a warm smile.
She was dressed in a dark blue dress, with a symbolic pattern of a large lily on it. It hugged her form. It still astounded me that she was so fit at her age. She could easily pass for a sister of her own daughters. But to me, I loved every perfect imperfection. She was always beautiful, much like her daughters. They were all beautiful, but for now, I wanted her all to myself.
"Gerald, so pleased to see you," she said with a bright smile.
I reached out and took her hand into mine. Her warm hand was intoxicating, as she gave me a loving squeeze.
"I thought we spend some time alone, and talk about the future," I said simply.
She looked as me, while keeping her smile. "Do I have a choice?"
My eyes narrowed, not in anger, but in amused knowing. She started the game with that question, one I was going to thoroughly enjoy.
"No, you don't," I said firmly.
I squeezed her hand enough so she wouldn't escape. I then turned and started walking, my grandmother at my side and keeping pace.
I glanced at her, seeing her excited eyes looking down, and a happy smile across her lips. I didn't need my gifts to know she enjoyed this. Considering everything my mother, and aunts told me, she was always like this. Defiant, but only just enough to get the blood pumping, and lighting that spark. She liked a little resistance, before she pleasing others.
I glanced at her again, seeing her warm cleavage. I wanted nothing more than to snuggle to her, before I pushed myself deep into her. It clawed at my inner demons, but I knew, I had to be patient.
We walked along the corridor for a time. When we reached a doorway, I opened it with my other hand, and stepped in. Nana followed me in, and I closed the door behind us.
The room was a large, lavish bedroom. A canopy bed stood with the headboard to the wall. There were plenty of finely crafted chairs, and a small table with bottles of wines and spirits. An armoire took up another wall. There was a side door opposite the bed. The curtained windows glowed with the afternoon sun.
"Is this place where you will defile me?" Nana asked with a shy look in her eyes.
I looked at her with loving eyes.
"This is the place we will discuss the future. Would you like a drink?"
Nana eyed me for a moment.
"No thank you, my grandson. I rather be alert of mind as we discuss the future," she said, keeping her smile.
I walked over to the table, picked up a bottle of bourbon, and poured into an empty glass. I filled it before putting the bottle down. I then picked it up and took a sip.
"Care to sit at the table, or on the bed?" I asked.
Nana stared at me. I could see her mind churning as her body betrayed her. Her cheeks grew a little pinker, and her eyes barely blinked.
"Nana," I smiled. "There is plenty of time before I hear you moaning in my ear. Let's enjoy this time before I claim you."
My grandmother let out a sultry giggle.
"You have grown into the strong man I always knew you to be."
I gave her a wicked smirk. "The bed then."
I walked over and sat on the edge of the comfortable bed. I sipped my drink as Nana stared at me. I patted a spot next to me.
"Sit," I said simply.
Nana moved to the bed, turned, and sat down. Her hands were on her lap, as her dress hem was at her shins. My eyes kept drifting to her cleavage, and she made no attempt to hide herself from me.
"I want you as the coven Advisor. You will listen to any of the coven members about what their thoughts, or troubles are. You would only report to me, and Rose, keeping everyone else's secrets. You could also advise anyone in the coven on how to be better, with each other, and what we wish to accomplish."
Nana gave a small nod. "So, you want me to do what I have always done. The only difference would be spilling their secrets to you."
I nodded. "I know I can get whatever I want from their minds with a command, but if we are to grow our blood coven, I know my limitations. Despite my power, I cannot watch everyone at the same time.
"My plan is to have you as our coven's advisor, and Beth as a priestess. If other family members wish to join us, they must respect what we are putting in place."
"And it has nothing to do with your perversions, and hearing lewd whispers from all of our family?" Nana said with a wicked, shrewd tone.
I looked into her eyes with a growing heat.
"I could never hide anything from you. I don't think anyone can."
"Not in this family," Nana laughed. "I have seen it all, done it all. I know what lurks in our hearts. I have been on my knees enough times, come dripping from the corner of my mouth as your uncles sobbed over their wives. They could never resist our calling, even when I seduced their wives in front of them."
Nana put her hand on mine as she continued, "How those men stroked their cocks as I made their wives moan from my tongue. Your father was the only one who never felt shame for what we are. There were some regrets with others, but not with him. Not with you. I can sense your power, and desire. It fills me with hope. A hope I hadn't felt in a long time because the family talked about bringing the dark gods closer, but never actually doing it."
She squeezed my hand as I was mesmerized by her honesty.
"I've wanted this for a long time, to become more than this aging shell. To love you, as we all should be loved. The only thing I fear, is I may be unable to satisfy your demands. Rose has told me how much you need to spill your seed, and satisfy your urges. Even now, I'm wet thinking about it, but I fear, you may have to be gentle."
