Don't Summon Me Pt. 04

I watched in morbid fascination as the tips grew spider-like legs. The claws reformed into something resembling a demonic insect. They skittered around my aunt's hand as she looked down on them like her own children. She reached over and touched the male hunter's chin. One of the black insects crawled off her hand, up his chin and into his mouth.

I continued to watch as Aunt Lily side stepped aside and did the same to the female hunter. The woman didn't squirm under my power. The black insect crawled up her chin and into her mouth. Aunt Lily stepped back and bowed her head.

The pair of hunters shuddered and soon convulsed. Their eyes rolled into their heads and heads lolled back. Their bodies jerked and strained against their bindings. Just as their shudders grew violent, they stopped and slumped in their seats.

Aunt Lily turned to me, with a tiny, evil smile. "They are under my power now. The insects will eat away at their memories and who they are. They will become slaves to our wills, devote to our every word."

I nodded. "Can they be left alone?"

Aunt Lily nodded.

I let out a small sigh before turning to my mother. "You said we can use them before dawn. What did you mean?"

"I will tell you as I tend to your wound," my mother said and took my hand.

I let her pull me along, my aunt and cousins looking at the dazed hunters.

A weariness touched my soul. The corridor moved in flashes, my mother's seven-foot-tall frame leading me along. My eyes felt heavy and the wound along my shoulder throbbed in pain. I had just regained my energy and it was quickly taken away by a grazed shotgun blast. Never mind using my mystical power to take control of the hunters was also draining.

I glanced to my mother again as she led me along. The secrets between us were too deep. I was happy to have her back in my life, but she was keeping things from me, either out of her own survival or she really didn't want me to worry. My spirit sided with the latter. Despite her demonic appetites, I saw glimpses of her true self. Was I fooling myself? Was I trying push away the notion that she came back as some kind of monster?

We reached her bedroom door and my mother opened it.

We stepped inside, the door closing behind us. My shoulders instantly relaxed, the violent moments from earlier slipping away into a dark gloom. My mother let go of my hand. I looked down to her hand, covered in blood from my gruesome cutting before. I then lifted my hands and looked at them. They were covered in blood and tiny bits of gore. Had I become a monster, or was I always a monster?

Rose licked at the blood on her hand. Her eyes closed and she let out a small moan, licking up a tiny bit of flesh that clung to her hand and into her mouth. I watched in muted fascination as she licked her hand clean like a cat grooming itself.

My mother opened her eyes and turned her attention to me with a loving gaze. "Your clothes are covered in blood. Remove them and I will tend to you, my son."

I gave a weak nod before grabbing at my clothes. Each piece slipped off and fell to the floor. A puddle of bloody clothes was by my feet as I stood in only my boxers. I looked to my mother and my first thought was just to snuggle to her. I was tired and I wanted to be warmed by her unnatural body, but I needed answers.

My mother approached and looked down on me with dark, loving eyes. She reached down and took my hand into hers. She pulled me to the edge of the large bed and guided me to sit down. I sat and looked up. She bent forward, giving me an eyeful of inviting cleavage as she looked at my bandaged shoulder. Her hands glided up, took hold and began unwrapping it.

"I think the time is right for you to tell me everything," I said simply.

My mother didn't look at me as she continued to work, unwrapping the bandages. "Of course, my son. I can tell you closer to dawn. Your aunt and I have a gift we want to show you."

I shook my head. "No. Tell me now. I want to know all of it."

My mother looked over to me with a wicked gleam in her dark eyes. "You're tired. I can help you rest."

My mother pulled away the last of the bandage and let it fall to the floor. I glanced to my shoulder, the wound still bloody and angry. I then turned my attention to my mother as she took hold of the top of her silky white dress and pulled it down at the shoulders.

Smooth fabric flowed over her large breasts and to her stomach. Dark nipples stood erect along her pale white skin. Her body glowed in the dim light as she snaked her curvy hips out of the dress and let it fall to the floor. I looked up to her small smile and knew she was trying to manipulate me.

I lifted my hand with the ring and touched her heavy breast. My thumb slid over the nipple and my mother moaned her delight.

"On your knees," I commanded and mystical energy flared.

My mother's eyes widened and she sunk down to her knees. She leaned forward to look at me, her breasts resting on my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm your High Priest. I want to know what you know," I said with a firm tone.

My mother let out a weak sigh. "Gerald, I remember how you loved surprises. The look in your eyes spoke to me with every one over the years. Even into adulthood, you never lost that spark. I just want you be happy. I just want to be the best mother I can to you."

"You are the best mother, but I need to know more. I saw you and Aunt Lily leave for the woods nearly every day. What were you doing? Why do you continue to defy me?"

My mother's hands moved along my legs. Her fingers touched the bulge in my boxers and lingered. She kept her gaze connected to mine, but her hands tried to coax life into my cock. Blood pushed behind my ears, down my body and into my manhood. It slowly stiffened to her touch. Her naked body against my legs soothed away all the pain, but I had to know what she was planning, what the dark gods wanted.

"My son, I can soothe away your stress. Let me lick you into my mouth. Let your mother suck on your cock. I promise, all will be revealed if you just let me suck on that beautiful cock," my mother begged.

My lips parted to speak, but I was momentarily stunned when she bent her head down and kissed the fabric of my boxers over my straining manhood. All I wanted was for her to wrap her lips around it and suck on it like a piece of candy.

I had to be firm, or she will do this every time she tries to keep things from me.

I touched her neck and the ring pulsed with power. "Tell me."

My mother's eyes widened a hair and then she looked down. "I wanted to surprise you, but I understand my priest and son must have answers."

My mother rubbed her face against my boxers and stiff cock as she spoke, "Draygon grows hungry. The dark god, and many others like it, want to spread their influence, so they can siphon dark faith to grow their power."

My eyebrow raised, "They have been doing that for eons, across many worlds and dimensions. Why now?" Why us?"

My mother lifted her upper body up and looked to me, eye to eye. "We are losing this world. The dark faith has dwindled. The light is winning. I've seen it in dreams. I've felt the awful light on my mind. Draygon is not pleased. The dark god wishes to accelerate the teachings to combat the growing light and he has found a way."

I sat with my full attention on my mother.

Rose continued, "The dark gods used to influence potential followers through dreams. Their power has diminished and the dreamers ignore the summons. We have to grow Draygon's influence and, in turn, grow his followers."

"If the old ways of teaching aren't working, how do we do it now?"

My mother gave me a wicked smile. "By opening conduits to this world to influence those who wish to follow. As High Priest of our blood coven, you, I and Aunt Lily have this power. The dark rift is in your heart. We must bring new rifts to this world. They will bring the visions and dreams to others."

Rose's eyes trembled as she looked into my eyes. "Please, my son, I will tell you all come dawn. I will show you the final piece in what we must do, but let me tend to you. My heart aches that my sister and I drained you too much. I beg for forgiveness. I simply want to help you feel better, comfort you, coddle you."

I remained silent as shadows covered my eyes. For generations, my family aided the dark gods in their influence and power. Growing up and at family gatherings, there was often talk of our dwindling bloodlines and those we could trust. I had no idea it was getting dire. I had no inclination that after all this time, we were losing. A coldness stabbed at my being, the war drawing to a close and my family, my people were on the losing side.

I stared at nothing as my mother leaned toward me. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and she licked at my throbbing wound. I sucked in a breath between my teeth as it stung. She continued lick at my wound, slathering at it while pressing her naked chest to my chest.

The pain flared a few times before it weakened. I looked to the side, my mother licking my shoulder like some animal. The wound became less angry. It closed up further. Blood slowly vanished. The small holes closed up. After one last lick, the wound was gone.

My mother pulled her upper body back and gave me a warm smile. I let out a sigh in relief. I looked down to my mother taking hold my boxers. Fingers curled into the waistline and she pulled it down. My cock was free and hard as rock. She slipped off my boxers and threw them aside. She kept her attention on my manhood.

"So much wasted time. Gerald, you could have had me. I wouldn't have denied you. I mourned for you in the dreamlands. I wanted you to push your love into me. I feel we must make up for our lost time."

I continued to watch as my mother leaned forward. My thick cock pressed against her deep cleavage. My mother took hold of her large breasts, pulled them apart slightly and engulfed my cock. I let out a long exhale, the heat of her large breasts surrounding my manhood. She rubbed her own nipples as she moved her breasts against my shaft. Her mouth opened and saliva dripped. It splashed on the head of my cock and along her cleavage. I felt it trickle down, rubbing her soft flesh against my manhood.

My head peeked from her between her breasts, gleaming from her saliva. She massaged my cock with slow strokes. Rose looked up to me, saliva dripping down her chin and her eyes glowing with dark light.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

I nodded as my fingers gripped the side of the bed.

"I talked with your aunt, about that happened the other night. We promised to restrain ourselves. You're much too important to us," my mother whispered.

I clenched my teeth, the tempo increasing.

"We are always hungry, but know this my son, you can feed us any time."

My willpower weakened. Seeing her stroking my cock with her warm tits was pushing me to the edge. All I could picture was spurting my seed on her. She was so beautiful and warm. It was a sickness I wanted to share it on her and in her. I was depraved, a monster, but I was home and happy.

"Mom, I'm coming," I said though my teeth.

"I know, I can feel it. Show me how much you love me," my mother said with an inviting whisper.

My eyes widened as I couldn't hold back anymore. My cock thickened and I let out a loud grunt. My mother smiled at me as spurts of come splashed against her chin and cheek. She continued to smile, another thick spurt rising up and splashing on my cock and her cleavage. I heaved for air as my body pushed out another spurt, painting her cleavage in my love.

My mother bent her head forward and licked at the come on the tip of my cock and off her own cleavage. She moaned as she licked it into her mouth.

Rose lifted her head and then stood up. She towered over me as I sat. I looked up at her beautiful body and my cock didn't weaken.

"We should get some rest before we wake before dawn. Do you wish to stay in my bed tonight?"

I nodded.

Rose smiled before side-stepping me and crawling into bed. I stared at her as she walked on all fours across the bed, pulled back the quilt and slipped in. I turned and did the same, crawling across the bed and slipping under the quilt behind her.

My mother's scent drifted over me as I pressed my body to her back. My wet cock was snug between her ass and she rubbed against me. My arm slipped under her arm and I clutched at her breast. My cock was still hard, rubbing it between my mother's rump. It was still a little wet as I held onto to her.

My lust overcame my thoughts. She was right, we had wasted so much time. Before I knew it, my hips moved and the tip of my cock touched her puckered asshole. Fantasies of taking her from behind fueled me. She let out a small gasp as her asshole rubbed against the head of my cock. I squeezed her breast, trying to keep her to me as I tried to work my cock into her.

Bliss filled my entire body as my cock pushed into her tight ass. Tightness ran along my shaft as inches pushed in. Her pussy was tight, but her ass was tighter. I heard her moan as I slowly invaded her. When I reached the hilt, I stayed there and she squeezed me.

"Mommy likes that," my mother said with a seductive whisper.

My hips began to slowly move, pulling back and pushing in. With each pull back, she squeezed me as if to keep me inside her. Her moans began to grow as the tempo increased a little bit at a time. The pure depravity of fucking my mother's ass sang to my spirit. I couldn't stop, driving my member deep and pulling back. Soon, my hips slapped against her ass and she moaned with each stab of my manhood. I could feel her hand drift down to between her legs. The gentle rocking of her rubbing herself and me fucking her fell into a dance between us. Her moans grew and my grunts grew louder.

"Punish me," my mother moaned.

I cried out as my cock thickened. I held her to me as my hips rammed my cock deep. It was buried to the hilt when she squeezed and molten come spurted. I barely moved an inch, pushing another spurt, followed by another. My mother shuddered as her body orgasmed. Her ass tightened and she still moved, milking my cock. Bliss clouded my thoughts as I was unable to stop.

When the mental fog lifted a little, I stayed close, my cock still buried in her ass. My mother kept it hard, squeezing at the base and not allowing me to wilt.

I pressed my face to her back, enjoying her squeezing my cock before a thought slipped into my mind.

"Mom, we can't stay here. There will be more hunters," I whispered.

Rose reached behind and laid her hand on my hip. "I know, my son. We can talk about it in the morning. For now, I need to help you sleep. You can fuck mommy again and again until you doze off. I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you."

I nodded as my hips began to work, pushing into her with renewed desire.

Twelve

The air was cold as the group of us walked through the dark forest. The sun hadn't touched the sky yet, stars still twinkling across the black cosmos.

I brought my gaze down to my mother and aunt leading us through the woods. Dana and Beth were at my sides. We were bundled in thick jackets to keep us warm. My mother and aunt wore their almost sheer dresses, unaffected by the cold. Between all of us, the two hunters walked side by side, their bodies barely clothed. They didn't seem affected by the cold either. They were topless and still coated in dried blood. They made strange, happy sounds as they followed along, like two children in a new place.

The trees soon parted and a dark cave stood open by a small hill.

I smiled. I remembered this cave. I used to come here to play all the time growing up. It was my hideaway place from the world. I also brought Dana and Beth here. We used to laugh, play and talk. Sometimes we touched each other because we could. It was a magical memory and my heart lifted in my chest.

The group of us entered the cave and walked deeper in. My mother lifted a hand and snapped her fingers. Torches glowed to life along the stony corridor.

"Gerald, I hope you like what we've done with it," my mother said over her shoulder to me.

We made our way deeper until the corridor opened into a larger cave. My mother and aunt stepped aside as I stepped in. I was smiling as I drank it all in.

The cave was decorated with tapestries and torches. Each tapestry had our family sigil and a symbolic image of Draygon and the other dark gods. They were red, with gold symbols. The air was filled with a scent of muir. To the back of the cave was an altar with a small statue of Draygon on it. Small cabinets and shelves were to either side of the chamber.

Rose and Aunt Lily moved to each side of the altar. Wide smiles bloomed before my mother spoke.

"A blood coven would not be complete without a place for worship. It saddens us that we must leave soon, but we wanted to show our gift to you, Gerald."

I smiled. "It's impressive. Thank you both."

Rose and Aunt Lily nodded.

My mother spoke again, "Now, we must share our knowledge before we perform the rite."

The hunters wandered to the side, looking at everything like child-like zombies. Beth and Dana stayed by my sides.

Rose's eyes widened and an evil grin formed. "To assist our dark gods, we must help bring their influence to this world. When we perform the rite, a thin rift will appear. Its invisible influence will spread out and cover tens of miles in every direction. The dark power will seep into dreams and bring more followers to the true side of knowledge and power."

Aunt Lily spoke next, "It has been decreed that we must open sixteen rifts across this world. That will be enough to shift the balance of power in our favor. It will take hundreds of years for the dark influence seep into the fabric of reality, but that is for our masters to use. We are only the tools of their will."

Rose nodded. "The rite requires blood and pain. After it has begun, only Gerald, I and Lily can open a rift. Our High Priest is the key and we are vessels of the dark gods."

My aunt looked to me with kind eyes. "Rifts cannot be opened too close to each other. We will have to travel to many places to open each one. We will not have the safety of the mansion and the town any longer."

"I understand," I said as my curiosity grew at the possibilities.

"We understand," Dana and Beth said in unison.

My mother kept her smile. "After we are finished here, pack your suitcases. The hunters will try again and we cannot give them a chance to succeed. Once the rift is opened, it will be next to impossible to close. The town will protect this place, but we must move to different locations so we can perform the rites."

Rose turned to her sister, "We can begin."

Aunt Lily nodded before turning her attention to the pair of bloody hunters. "Open the cabinet and each of you pull out a dagger."

The hunters obeyed. They opened the cabinet to see several gold daggers on a shelf. They each took one and lifted up to look at it like they never seen one before.

Before we left the mansion, my mother explained that what my Aunt Lily did to them destroyed their memories and their minds. It was useless to extract information from them in this state, but I was correct to gather it before they were changed. Aunt Lily and my mother wouldn't have been able to get anything from the hunters through their own means. They needed one skilled in manipulation magic to make that happen. After last night, my confidence grew and I felt I could do it as many times I needed to ensure my family and coven were safe.

Aunt Lily beckoned with one finger to the hunters. They stepped easily to the middle of the chamber, right before the altar.

"Face each other," Aunt Lily said in a soft voice.

The pair did as they were told.