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  Eden

  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 st six rifts were opened. The celestial bance would shift to the primal darkness. With time, societies would feel the dark dreams. Society would break down. Monsters would crawl from their dark pces. 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 bance, 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 gnced 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 rge 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 rex,” 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 id on my back and sank a little into the puffy pillows and comfortable bed. Violet moved between my legs and id 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 rexed. 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 pinly, 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.

  My mother snuggled closer as her hand touched my bare chest. She id her head down beside my head as she kissed my cheek.

  “I’m surprised your father’s sisters didn’t agree. Ivy and Misty always craved power. Well, Ivy still wants more. When Misty’s son died, her lust for power died with him,” my mother whispered.

  I continued to watch my Aunt Violet suck my cock like she was trying to pull my soul through it. Her lips and mouth were cmped on my member as her head bobbed at a faster tempo. Tendrils of bliss ran along my entire body as I watched her do her masterful work. But memories washed over my bliss-addled mind. I remembered when Franklin was shot in a senseless robbery. Franklin liked to party, but never felt he needed any minders. It cost him his life as he id bleeding on the sidewalk.

  A drop of a thought bloomed bigger.

  “I could bring Franklin back to her,” I mentioned.

  My mother ran a finger along my neck as she nibbled at my ear.

  I continued, “I could offer what no one could do for her. Surely then she would take my blessing.”

  The thought of it pushed at my entire being. My cock thickened as I grunted. The moment surged deeper, my aunt drinking thick spurts of my come. She gulped it down, the very essence of my power making her stronger. She milked my cock with slow dips and gentle sucking. When she had every st drop, she slipped her lips off my cock and was on her knees.

  Violet moved closer until her hips were over mine. My cock was still hard as she impaled herself on me. Her pussy was like a vice as she slid down to the hilt. There, she slowly bounced on me, her rge tits moving with hypnotic power.

  “Misty never lost her lust for life. Despite her son’s death, she remained positive and happy. But even she has a dark side like the rest of us,” Violet said as she rode my manhood.

  “Do tell,” I said with one of my hands grabbing her fleshy hip and enjoying her tight inner world.

  Violet moved on me like she was drunk on my power. Her eyes fluttered as moans escaped her parted lips. Her tits bounced as she pressed her hand to mine on her hip.

  “Aunty Misty likes young men in their twenties, the same age Franklin died. She uses them until the glow wears off. Then she tosses them away for another. She’s always searching for a young man to love her like her son.”

  Violet’s eyes took on an evil gleam as she looked at me with heat.

  “She told me on one or more occasions how handsome you were. I could see it in her eyes. You and Franklin are very alike. Once she had a taste of you, she would be loyal, even if you couldn’t bring back her son,” Violet finished with a long moan.

  My cock thickened as Violet’s wet honey dripped down the shaft to the hilt.

  “I could…ensure she arrives,” Violet cooed like a succubus in the dark.

  I simply nodded.

  “Your Aunty Ivy may be another possibility. She is just like her brother, power hungry. She has two grown daughters whom I am sure she would want to protect. If we casually had them over, the three of them may be enticed to our side,” my mother purred in my ear.

  The word “casually” struck me. I had been going at this all wrong. To ask them to bend the knee and swallow my blessing was too much for them. We had to slowly convince them to be part of my coven. There would be no throne or trappings of power. We had to show them gently what the future will become. My power would grow with new members to the coven.

  My cock thickened more and my aunt let out a long, loving moan. I could feel her orgasms shattering her very spirit as she humped my cock. Tension bled away as I saw a different way to bring the family together and open the rifts.

  I groaned as ropes of come flooded my aunt’s tight cunt. She moaned louder as honey and seed dripped from our connection.

  Bliss rattled my nerves as I turned to my mother’s loving gaze. “Convince Aunty Ivy to come here with her daughters. Tell her it is a casual meeting about the future, nothing more.”

  My mother nodded.

  I turned to Violet who was still riding my member. “Convince Aunty Misty to come here. Mention what I can do for her, but tell her it is simply a casual meeting.”

  Violet nodded with half-closed eyes.

  “Tell them they are free to come and go as they please,” I said to my mom and aunt. “We have to show them our world, not with spectacle, but with familial grace.”

  “Yes,” Violet moaned.

  “Of course,” my mother said.

  I gnced down at my mother’s tits. Her nipples were erect and before my gaze they dripped with bck milk. I tched my lips to one and sucked. My mother held my head to her, cradling it as my aunt continued to bounce on my supernaturally hard dick.

  Power welled into me as I continued to drink my mother’s bck milk. She moaned her love as I knew how I could change the world in one fell swoop.