Owning a Maid Harem Ch. 46

I flooded her pussy with my spunk. I flooded her with all that I had. It was so amazing having all that spunk spurting out of my dick. Pleasure shot from me. Ecstasy crashed into my mind as I dumped my load into my newest maid.

"Master Hayward! Master Hayward!" she cried out, her pussy convulsing around my dick. She suckled at me with hot flesh. It was just a delight. A wonderful treat to have her rippling around me. It was a wonderful treat. "Yes!"

I dumped more and more of my cum into her pussy. It was a wonderful treat. A delight to have her cunt spasming around me. She suckled at me with her wonderful flesh. She rippled around me. I groaned at the heat washing about my dick.

I shuddered, savoring that pleasure. It was just so amazing. I loved the heat that swept through me. The ecstasy rushed through me. It was spectacular. I enjoyed every last second of that pleasure washing over me.

"Damn," I groaned. "Oh, damn, that's good!"

I filled her up with cum. I dumped everything that I had. Ms. Docea swayed there, her boobs bouncing. She quivered with delight and panted. She slipped off my Professor-Maid. Dr. Rhianna smiled up at me, her face drenched in pussy cream.

"Master Hayward," panted Docea, her boobs rising and falling. "She knows things. She has done her research into the Hayward family."

"Yes, I have," purred Dr. Rhianna. "Did you know that Aleister Hayward brought the mansion to America in a single night on the Summer Solstice of 1821?"

"I knew he brought the manor," I said, pulling my cock out of her pussy.

"Three hundred years to the day after the Hay was created." Dr. Rhianna sat up. "That was the day Hieronymus Hayward sacrificed one daughter and bound another."

"I know this," I said. "Basically."

"Mmm, yes, I suppose you would." Dr. Rhianna rose from the bed and faced me, cum matting her bush. "Hieronymus Hayward, the First Lord of the Hay, was an alchemist and a wizard. He conjured the shade of Roger Bacon and learned from the Franciscan friar and sorcerer much about the natural and supernatural worlds. Hieronymus delved into all the occult mysteries he could. One day, he met Queen Titania."

I nodded. "She had an affair with him."

"She was beguiled by the domination of his rod," said Dr. Rhianna, her eyes flicking down to my cock. "I can see why. She was, and is, I suppose, the ruler of the Otherworld. Also known as Faerie. It is the realm where all the creatures of mythology live. Perhaps another name for it is Sheol. A more biblical name. The Underworld. The Grave. It is the domain of fallen angels. Demons. Fey. Asura. Devas. Gods. Nymphs. Dryads. Oryo. There are as many names given to them by humans as there are beings who dwell there. Titania herself has been known as Inanna, the Queen of Heaven. Ashtaroth. Ishtar. Aphrodite. Hera. Many guises, but all are the Queen."

"So the Huntsmen is Zeus?" I asked.

"Zeus, Odin, the Goblin King, Jupiter, Marduk, Molech. Your ancestor made contact with her. At the time, she was fleeing her husband. She hated him and, as I said, was beguiled by Hieronymus. She found pleasure with him. A mortal who had prowess. She thought he might have Heracles's blood flowing through his veins.

"Nephilim blood."

I shook my head.

"That is from the bible. Genesis Chapter 6 when the Sons of God came down from heaven and laid with the Daughters of Adam. The Nephilim were a mix of angel and human, a pollution to the human bloodlines so vile that Yahweh caused the flood, sparing only Noah's bloodline because his was untainted." She smiled. "Of course, the Lord swore never to destroy us all in a flood again, and the Nephilim returned. The Giant clans that the Israelites warred with during the Conquest, the Judges, and the last of whom were wiped out by King David. This war has gone on for a very long time."

"Between the Otherworld and the Israelites?" I asked, so confused.

"Between the lesser gods and the God through his followers. The Israelites. The Christians. That was when things changed. Christianity burst onto the scene, converting the pagans. Spreading concepts that led to the Enlightenment. The entities on the other side grew angry as Christianity attacked them. Denied their existence. Monotheism constrained them, then it grew even worse as the Enlightenment began. Christianity gave birth to men of reason who believed that God created an understandable universe. A universe didn't need lesser gods, the Gods of the Gap, to control the seasons, the weather, or human emotions. Daemons weren't needed to cause things to fall. Spirits of Stupor weren't responsible for why a drug dulled the senses. These men wanted to prove the greatness of God by exposing the glory of his Natural Revelation. Kepler, Copernicus. Galileo, Newton, and so many others. Men of faith but also men of reason. Now we have new scientists. Einstein, Hawking, Dawkins. Men who deny every aspect of the divine. Who have slain God with their new idol, Science.

"They attacked the supernatural with reason, and the supernatural reacted."

I nodded slowly. "I suppose that makes sense."

"So the Queen foresaw where this would go and struck a deal with your ancestor. She bore him two children. Two sacrifices. One to be chained as the Foundation of the Hay, and the other to be free to guide each generation. He pledged his descendants to this cause. Made pacts that cannot be undone. They are carved into your very DNA, into the Code of your Life, Master Hayward. Hieronymus created the Hay and vowed to Ward it. He took the name Hayward and sacrificed one daughter and chained the other."

"And the queen was on this side, though?" I asked.

My Professor-Maid nodded. "She can still be summoned by the Lord of the Hay once a year on the Summer Solstice."

"Six months," I muttered.

"She is your ancestor. You are her descendant. You can reach her if you wish."

"How?" I demanded. "How is she my ancestor?"

"Why, before he sacrificed the Twin, she bore your ancestor a son. Cali bore him a daughter, the first maid ever recruited by her brother."

I swallowed.

"Now, I can show you where and how to summon the Queen when the day comes."

"Show me," I said, putting away that knowledge.

~~*~~

Cali

Master Hayward strode across the backyard of the house, the fog spilling out of the woods beyond. Ms. Docea and Dr. Rhianna were with him. Dr. Rhianna Darby. My previous master had sought her out to learn ways to defy the Ward.

And now she was here.

Chained.

Mortimer had been a weak man. He had refused to do his duty and father his heir. As if the Magic of the Hay foreseen this event, Mortimer's father Horatio had two sons. Now another rebel. Did he plan to summon Mother on the Summer Solstice?

Dangerous.

Too dangerous.

I turned and headed downstairs, passing the other maids. They nodded to me. I returned it, hardly noticing them. They came and went. I had seen thousands of such women chained and sacrificed to the Hay like my sister.

The monstrous solution that had to be maintained no matter the cost.

Would I have to take even more drastic steps with Lance than I had with his uncle? The heir wouldn't be born for another six months. Then there would be twenty years before his son would come of age.

Too long for Hayward Manor to lack a Master.

I reached the painting of my sister. She was dancing as always around the salivating men who lusted for her. Who yearned to touch her. Only I had ever touched her. I stroked my finger over her figure.

The Masters of Hayward Manor. Father. How I hated them all.

"I need your counsel, Sister," I whispered. I stared at her and pulled out my athame. The dagger gleamed in my hands as I slit my palm.

I pressed my bloody hand to my sister's face. I smeared my blood down her body. It glowed briefly and vanished inside of her. She shuddered and stirred, writhing in the painting. Her eyes opened and stared at me, the purple gems that adorned her body glowing bright.

"What advice do you need, Bitch?"

To be continued...