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Thirty Seven
I let out a soft sigh, my thoughts lost to drifting memories
I sat in my study, my head back as I stared at nothing. Memories floated like bubbles caught in a celestial current. Time moved on as different moments painted my thoughts with lurid colors.
It had been a year since Nana was blessed and brought into the blood coven. For a month, my family and I enjoyed the sensual and lewd bonding of our bodies and minds. The intimacy left behind fevered memories of flesh and moans. I found myself smiling at the small drop of nostalgia as the parade of moments passed by my lost gaze.
It wasn't long after when Nana flew back to the states, Maine to be specific. I gave her a tremendous budget to ensure we had a new home, one strong and powerful enough to withstand what was to come from my ascension.
A small thought slithered into my dreamy aspirations, something Nana said early in her visit here. She said she could sense that the forces of good were aligning against us, against me. It wasn't enough to open the rifts. We had to ensure our future was secured.
Dark thoughts spilled into my mind's eye. I witnessed a future where the last six rifts were opened. The celestial balance would shift to the primal darkness. With time, societies would feel the dark dreams. Society would break down. Monsters would crawl from their dark places. Order would be shattered. No one would be spared from the madness to come, expect those chosen by me.
My gaze twitched at the thought of ruling this world with god-like power. It would be my first step to a higher destiny. The dark gods are already pleased with me, with us. We have done what no one was willing to do. He cast aside fear and now we take what was promised. A world tipped into the primal dark.
My gaze fell, not in some kind of pity, but in one of stark contrast. All of this came about because I refused to allow the only woman I ever loved to remain dead. I summoned her back from the dead and we were rejoined. It opened my eyes to the possibilities. A depraved desire turned into a path to godhood.
I pictured my mother. Her beauty entranced me. Her needs equaled my own. We are high priest and high priestess to what was going to come, and it would be glorious.
A mad snicker slipped from my smirk. I was truly mad. Always had been. My lusts proved I could channel the dark gods into this world. My family never thought such perversions were taboo. No, it was normal for us to be affectionate. But now, everything is going to be different.
I lifted my hand before my eyes. Between my fingers, I weakened the fabric of reality with just a thought. The power of my Chaos Song was truly unmatched. With my mind and chaotic vibrations, I can weave reality into anything I want. When I used it, it weakened me, but also reality as well. The dark gods blessed me with this and many other abilities because they could taste victory. Just as I could taste it.
My small smirk and warping of reality melted away as I looked at the papers on my desk. Many letters were piled upon it, my father's side of the family sending their regrets they could not attend the Sacred Blessing.
I let out another sigh. All my mother's side of the family has joined me and bent their knee to my power. My father's side had not. The invitations were sent months earlier, but during those months after, letter after letter came back with regrets and excuses. Despite our many victories, my father's side still feared what is to come.
I turned to the desk and rested a hand on the letters. My finger tapped as I tried to make sense of their refusal. My father was a powerful mystic. He knew the ways of the arcane. Both sides of the family adored him, but when he vanished, it left a hole in our families. For a moment, I thought I could fill it, but it seems they're not ready for it, despite originally wanting to join me in this dark crusade.
My father could have tipped the balance, but I knew what he really wanted. He simply wanted to enjoy his power. He dwelled in his influence and power until he vanished. He then simply became a happy memory for many, except for me.
Now I stand at the cusp of a new dark world and my family on my father's side has essentially said, "No thanks!"
I let out another mad snicker. Our rest is over. Time to continue our work.
I mentally searched the castle for my mother's mind. When I found her, she was staring out the window at the night's sky.
"Meet me in our bedroom," I said with a thought.
My mother nodded, turned, and walked out of the sitting room.
I stood up from my desk, walked around it and made for the door. I walked the corridors of our home and made my way to the sleeping wing. I was nearly to the double doors of my bedroom, when Aunty Violet stepped out of her room.
I stopped and looked at her. She was all smiles and wearing her typical purple dress.
"Gerald, I was just thinking about you," she said with a happy smile. "Well, I was actually thinking about your cock."
I couldn't hide my smile. I took her hand into mine and gently pulled her with me.
It was so strange that now my mom and aunts were the same sizes they were when they were alive. I was enjoying their seven-foot-tall heights.
I stepped into my bedchamber and was greeted with dim lights and my mother undressing. She slipped out of her white dress and let it fall to the floor. She turned slightly and her gaze held a sultry gleam.
I led Aunty Violet to the edge of the bed and let go of her. I glanced at my aunt pulling at her dress down from the shoulders.
I approached my naked mother and she turned fully to me. She looked up into my hungry wanting gaze as she pressed her naked large breasts to my chest.
"I can sense the tension in you," she said as her hands touched my hips.
I gave her a dark nod. "Dad's side has forsaken us, forsaken me. I want to talk for a little bit."
"Of course, my handsome son. Let's get you undressed so you can relax," Mom said with soothing words.
I began pulling off pieces of clothing as Mom slipped into bed.
When I was naked, I turned to Mom and Aunty Violet naked on the bed. Violet had her usual horny and hungry gaze. Mom looked at peace, but I could feel the stir of her own desires. Since the Blood Coven Ritual, we were all connected in some way.
I crawled onto the bed and over my mother. I laid on my back and sank a little into the puffy pillows and comfortable bed. Violet moved between my legs and laid on her stomach. She took my rock-hard member delicately in one hand as she kissed the side of the shaft.
My mother snuggled close to my side. They were both warm and my body relaxed. Mother and I watched as Violet gently kissed my cock for a long moment. When she parted her full lips and licked the tip, I let out a long exhale. She wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly sucked on me like I was her favorite candy.
"They fear you," my mother said plainly, referring to the other side of the family giving their regrets.
My aunt's soft lips ran up and down my cock. Her head bobbed with slow, loving power.
"It seems we need to entice some of them, and the others will follow," I said as pleasure ran up and down my manhood.
