Dont Summon Me Pt 16

Forty Three

My eyes fluttered open. Soft murmurs touched my senses as I tried to gather my thoughts. Memories flashed of pure bliss spilling and coiling around every cell of my body. Songs of moans drifted along my addled thoughts. The first thing I saw were bodies around me.

"He's awake," my mother said as she snuggled closer.

The murmurs stopped. Some bodies moved closer. Others stared with concerned eyes.

I blinked again before everything fell into focus.

My family was gathered on my large bed, or around it. They were barely clad in T-shirts or completely naked. Concerned eyes watched me as I slowly sat up.

I thought I would be weak, or tired, but instead I felt energized. It felt like I could run several marathons in a row. The chaos power within glowed with new strength. I looked around as my mother kissed my bare chest.

My family had gathered close, but it was Misty, Ivy, Lydia, and Lenore who were much closer. Beth, Theo, and Dana held back. Violet moved closer to the other side of my mother. My aunty reached over her sister and took hold of my cock, giving it a small stroke. Lily was on the other edge of the bed, eyeing me with a loving gaze.

I could feel all of them. I could feel their souls glowing brighter for me, with me.

"Gerald, that was amazing," Lydia said with a happy smile.

"I would have come here sooner if I knew you could do that," Aunty Misty smiled.

Aunty Ivy stared at me with wide eyes. When I looked at her, she looked away.

"Forgive me," she whispered.

I lifted an eyebrow. "Why ask for forgiveness?"

Ivy spoke as she looked down, "There have been others in the past who claimed to have gained great power and only use it as an excuse to fuck. I have always looked for actual power. I always wanted our family to be stronger, to know the ways of mystics and the dark gods. I...didn't believe you had that power. I was wrong."

I lifted my hand to her. She looked up at me with trembling eyes. She crawled forward, her gaze falling to my hard cock.

"Sit for a time as we talk," I said with a soothing voice.

My aunt crawled over me until her hips were over mine. She grabbed my cock and pushed the tip to her wet slit. She let out a small grunt, followed by a moan as she sank down an inch at a time. When she reached the hilt, she let out a long exhale.

I reached up and gently grabbed her breast. I squeezed it a little as my thumb massaged her erect nipple. She lifted her hips and inch before settling down on me. She moaned as I touched her. She squeezed me as I looked at her with loving eyes.

Everyone watched with small smiles. My mother looked at Aunty Ivy with a warm smile.

"Is this what you want?" I asked.

My aunty moaned, pleasure clouding her mind. She placed her hand over my hand on her breast. She held my hand tight as I caressed her hard nipple.

"I've always wanted this," she gasped.

Her hips slowly bounced on me. Wet inches appeared and disappeared between our connection. Even though I was weakened before, I felt much stronger. Indeed, my power had grown tenfold from one such exercise. It would grow more if I continued to push my own boundaries.

"Dear aunty," I said as strands of energy from within my hand slipped into her body.

Ivy let out a longer gasp, her eyes rolling into her head. I felt every pleasure point along her spirit and I caressed it. She rocked back up, humping my member. Her eyes rolled so far back, there was nothing left but the white of her eyes. She clutched my hand to her naked breast, upping the tempo.

The symphony of our bodies continued as she whimpered in bliss to my touch. Reality moved to my will. The dark gods truly blessed me and I would not fail them.

Ivy let out hard shudders before her body bucked. Her moans grew deeper as pleasure struck her like a tidal wave. Her whole soul tumbled through the river of bliss. She squirted hard as she humped my cock. She let out such a cry, the very gods could hear it. Heat flashed and she collapsed onto me.

I held her as her breathing grew ragged.

"I promise more," I whispered as my energy filled her weakened state.

Ivy opened her eyes. She sat up again and squeezed my cock with her tight pussy.

"You will have to earn your place in my court," I said with a soothing tone.

"I understand," she said with knowing eyes.

I smiled. "For now, you can be my first thrall. You will hunger for my black come, or my mother and Lily's black milk. It will nourish you for long periods. All you must do is surrender to me."

Aunty Ivy gave a small nod.

"I surrender," she whispered to me.

It was enough. My cock thickened as I willed my power into it. She let out a deep moan as her inner world parted a little more to me. I let out a small grunt, black seed spurting within her tight inner world.

My aunt let out a small scream as she touched clouds of paradise. Her eyes weakened. My black come leaked from our connection as her soul darkened. It now belonged to my power and she belonged to me. She would never betray me. She would always desire me. When she feels weak, she will seek out my cock, or my mother's black milk.

Dana and Beth moved onto the bed. They gently pulled my aunt from me. They helped her lay down on the bed, her lips moving, whispering my name.

My eager cousin Lydia looked at me. She could feel a chance at power and she wanted it. Instead, I held my hand out to Lenore.

The silent Lenore moved closer to me. She took my cock and rubbed the tip against her wet pussy. She was silent as she impaled herself on me.

My mind spoke of arcane words and rites. I could use her power to aid mine. I only needed to give her more control of it. For that, I changed my seed to give her that power and make her always loyal to me.

"I surrender," Lenore whispered.

I enjoyed her moving on my cock. So much so, I let time go by as everyone watched. She was not shy, silently taking every inch as I enjoyed the view. When the time came, my cock thickened and she moaned. Thick spurts of black seed flooded her thin inner world. Her eyes rolled into her head, new energies snaking through her body and into her mind. The dead around us grew silent, not by me, but by my beautiful Lenore. Her eyes gleamed with happiness; the voices were silent because she willed it. She passed out and was quickly held by others. They gently pulled her away from me and laid her down next to her mother.

Lydia bowed deeply, her eyes on my standing cock. Black seed dripped along the shaft and she licked her lips in anticipation.

"Cousin Lydia," I barely said before she nearly jumped on me.

"I surrender," she hissed as she jammed my cock into her slit.

Everyone present who was awake giggled and laughed as my cousin humped my cock. She bounced as wetness spilled from her slit. She was eager, moaning as she looked me in the eyes.

I lifted a hand and touched her cheek. She pushed her cheek into my palm as her hips moved up and down on my shaft.

"You will be my pet. Just like your mother, you will have to earn your way into my court. I will make you my plaything for my amusement. I will always want you happy," I whispered.

"I...surrender," she managed as she orgasmed.

I willed my orgasm to match hers. As her nerves were blasted to glass, black seed spurted into her tight cunt. She rode me as energies coiled around her soul. She let out a happy laugh as she passed out.

Hands took hold of her and pulled her off. They gently laid her down beside her mother and sister.

My aunty Misty looked at me with warm, loving eyes.

"I will bring him back for you," I said with a warm tone.

"I know you will," she smiled as she crawled toward me.

My aunt's blonde hair was down. Her shapely body moved like a caged tiger as she approached me on all fours. But her loving personality made her glow with light in my supernatural gaze. She was as warm as a summer's pond. I wanted to bask in her waters.

Instead of sitting on me, she moved to my other side. She snuggled close, her hand on my cock. She stroked me as she looked at me with an impish gaze.

I had my mother on one side, and my bubbly aunt on the other. I held them to me and a warmth washed over my body. I stared at my aunt as she looked at me with blissful eyes.

"Even when my Franklin comes back, I will still need my special nephew."

"I will always be there for you," I smiled as she let out a happy laugh.

"Maybe we can make an exception and allow Misty into our coven," my mother whispered in my ear. "She has shown to always be loyal, even when times were dark."

"Oh, you don't have to. I'm happy being one of your sex slaves," Misty said as she gave my cock a playful squeeze.

I couldn't hide the love in my eyes. Aunty Misty was always happy, even in her grief. She was made of sunshine and flowers. When she lost her son, she always remained bright, even with tears in her eyes.

I gently rolled and pushed my body against my aunt's body. She rolled onto her back as I was over her. Her eyes softened as I looked down on her with demonic eyes. I lowered my head and licked at her erect nipple.

A moan rose up as she looked at me with sultry eyes.

"When this world tips into darkness, I will have a need for a bright soul to calm many storms. I will need a disciple to teach about the warmth in the dark. I will need a priestess to teach the new world how to properly love in a new age," I said darkly.

"I will do anything you ask...because I love you," she said with such honesty, I was stunned.

My aunt continued with soft, sultry eyes, "You know when you love someone. The spark is always there. You can't hide it. You just know.

"I felt that spark with you. When you became a man, I dreamed of you. I love my son, but I love you too," she smiled.

I moved my hips, the tip of my cock touching her quivering slit.

"I will earn my way, just like everyone else in this new, dark horizon," she said with a sultry smile.

My hips pushed, thick inches sinking into my loving aunt. She turned her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. She closed her eyes as my cock pushed into her tight, sacred inner world.

"More," my aunt moaned and more I gave her.

When I reached the hilt, her body betrayed her. She writhed against me, her moans growing louder.

"Fuck her, Gerald," Aunty Violet set with wide eyes and a lick of her lips.

My hips moved like a steam engine, pushing deep and pulling back with long strokes. Her upper body arched. I licked at her standing nipple. Her hands grasped at the blankets as her legs helped to push herself against my repeated invasions.

I never thought anyone could be as good and dark as my Aunt Misty. Maybe I could allow her to be part of the blood coven? No, I wanted her to work for it. I wanted to see how far her depraved mind would go.

I increased the tempo, pounding my hips into her inner thighs. She moaned for more as I punished her. She moaned my name and I thrusted harder. Her body warmed as my cock stabbed her tender valley. She opened her eyes filled with love. I thrusted with dark, lustful intentions.

We orgasmed together. Her nerves exploded into magical fireworks as my black come flooded her thin inner world. My will surged into her and she willingly took it in.

I slid my cock from her and sat, my arm on my knee. My aunt sat up and rubbed her clit with one hand. She moved her closer and kissed my cheek.

"My special nephew," she said.

I was astonished. She didn't pass out like the others.

"Your Nana gave me some tips long ago. She is such a wonderful woman. I will gladly worship you, her, and everyone else," my aunt winked.

I couldn't hold back my laughter.

Bodies moved closer and hands touched me. I looked at my family as they smiled at me. We were one and on the cusp of changing the world, but we could wait until tomorrow to talk about plans. For tonight, I was still eager and hungry.

Clones of me appeared all along the immense bed.

"I'm hungry," I said as every version of me descended on everyone present like ravenous demons in the night.

Forty Four

Dim light filled the room. I stood before a small, waist high table. My mother was to my right, her eyes gleaming with interest. Beth stood on the other side of the table, wearing a short black skirt and loose top.

I looked down at the table. There was a silver tray, a small pair of bolt cutters, and a leather sack with small runes stitched into it.

The mood was solemn, not because of what I was going to do in a moment, but knowing what needed to come next.

"Is everything set?" I asked as I rolled up my sleeve. I didn't want to get blood on it.

Beth nodded. "Bags are packed and security details are on standby."

My sister looked down as she continued, "Their hearts are breaking that they have to leave, but everyone understands."

I nodded and smiled. "I know you want to go with them, but I need you here. If this plan is going to work, you are crucial to its success."

Beth nodded once, her gaze still low.

I looked at both Beth and my mother with warm eyes. "Once we accomplish what we set out to do, there will be plenty of time for us to be together."

"There have been some reports," Beth began.

I held up my hand and kept my smile. "We are not going to worry about threats right now. The plan is set. After this final piece, everything will be set into motion."

I picked up the small bolt cutters. I raised them to my other hand. I lowered my hand to hover over the metal tray.

A sense of wonder and awe filled my eyes. I could use my chaos song to change reality? I could use it to stop pain from moving along my nerves? But what is a grand future without some kind of sacrifice.

Without another word or thought, I put my pointer finger within the sharp inner sides of the bolt cutter and clamped it close. The pain was succulent as my pointer finger fell onto the silver tray, blood dripping from the stump.

I didn't want to dwell too long at this moment, so I chopped off another finger, and another one after the other. When I was finished, my hand shook from the agonizing pain as blood dripped from four stumps. On the tray, four fingers laid out like a scene in a gory horror movie.

"Now...Beth," I said as I committed the pain to my memory. I had it easy for far too long and I needed to know pain to understand what was to come.

My sister reached across the small table and touched the arm of my bleeding stumps. Healing energy glowed as it flowed up into my hand. From the four stumps, new bone grew, followed by tiny muscles and elongating veins. Skin was last to grow back over my new fingers.

When it was done, the pain vanished. I flexed my healed hand before I looked down on my previous fingers on the tray. Beth picked up each finger and placed them in the leather sack. When she was finished, she pulled the small leather strap, cinching it closed. She then picked it up and cradled it to the side of her bosom with dreamy eyes.

"It will be okay. It will be all okay," I said with a warm smile.

Beth nodded and turned. I watched my sister leave with the sack. I could feel her tears as she exited the room and closed the door behind her.

My mother stepped closer to me, her gaze reading my soul.

"This will be a glorious time for our family and for our dark gods. Draygon will be pleased as the tide turns," she said as she gently touched my chin and moved my gaze to meet hers. "But in my heart, there are no words to describe how much I will miss you."

I looked down as she put her arms around me, her face close to mine.

"Mom, I have questions," I whispered.

"Then we shall talk, in our bedchamber," she said with loving warmth.

My mother took my hand into hers. She led me to the door, opened it, and we stepped out. We walked side by side, hand in hand. We turned corners until we reached our wing. We made our way to the double doors at the end. We each took a handle and opened both doors at the same time. We stepped in and closed the doors shut behind us.

The bedchamber was warm and dark. A single lamp glowed behind a pillared corner. My eyes adjusted quickly as mother brought me to the end of the immense canopy bed. She turned and looked at me with loving and hungry eyes.

I looked at her as a memory caressed my heart.

"Mom, change into the size and height you were when I brought you back."

My mother nodded. A blink later, her whole body grew. She became seven-feet-tall once more. Her warm cleavage was at face level, and I had to admit to myself, I did like her like this. It reminded me of when I brought her back from the Dreamlands. She hadn't regained all of herself just yet. Her size would also help me remember the questions I always had lingering in the back of my mind.

Rose took hold of her silky white dress and pulled it down from her shoulders. It slipped down her porcelain white skin, over her large breasts and down her hourglass form. It puddled at her feet as she looked at me with longing eyes.

I undressed slowly. My gaze was trapped on her beauty, but questions still swirled along my mind and spirit. We were entering a dangerous time and I needed one last night with her until this was all over.

When I was naked, my cock was standing under its own power as I touched her hips.

"I love your touch," my mother whispered as she closed her eyes in sultry delight.

I simply nodded as my hand took hers and we crawled onto the large bed.

When we reached our pillows, we laid down on our sides face to face. We touched each other's bodies, but our eyes spoke to each other before our words.

"Gerald, you know why I told you not to summon me back from the Dreamlands?" she whispered.

"You worried about something we already knew and felt about each other. You didn't want me to summon you because you were afraid of us and what it would lead to."

I grinned. "It led us to this moment and beyond. We are going to change the world for our dark gods. For us and our families."

"It was the last drop of innocence I had as I died," my mother admitted. "Our family for generations were gifted with visions and arcane seductions. We all saw what would come with our desires. We knew, once the bonds were made, there would be no laws to stop our growing power."

I slowly blinked, enjoying the warm touch of her hands on me. I basked in touching her body close to mine.

"I must ask, why didn't father answer the call? You knew him best. He was never a coward or a charlatan. Why didn't he, or any of the powerful members of our family, follow through and shift the balance?"

My mother let out a soft sigh.

"I never truly knew what dwelt in the deepest parts of their minds and hearts. I only can only say this from what I learned from my resurrection, they feared the dark gods would devour everything, even their chosen, when the time came."

I stared at her with knowing eyes. She was right. In a sense, I understood their fears too. There was nothing to stop our dark gods from devouring us when the balance was shifted to the dark. They feared stepping over the line would destroy us.

I began to chuckle, and soon laughed.

They were foolish and weak. Like children scared of the dark. My power had shown me the truth. They needed us. What good is a dead world to those who feed on faith? The dark gods needed us as much as we needed them. It was symbiosis. The weak fear the end. The strong look beyond the end. They seek the future and beyond. Death was an obstacle to make us greater. Why wallow in the end, when we could live every moment like it was our last!

I have a path to godhood. We all have a path to godhood. I made my decision and I never regretted it. I would lead us into a new world of faith, knowledge, and darkness. It wasn't so simple as to shift the balance. That was only the first step into a grand scheme. My family, my coven, will be the first to become new deities of this world, or many others. I will become more. I will reshape this world to a greater faith.