The Chamberlain Coven Ch. 03-05

"Susanna, please know that he never fully controlled you. The simple act of crossing was enough to spike your lust. He simply drove you to acts where it would be impossible for you and John to deny each other once you met.

"If he had succeeded, our bond to the Goddess would have been broken. Centuries ago, we made a pact with her. As long as all our sexual acts were done in love and kindness, with all partners willing, the energy from those acts could be used for our good and for those we loved. Increased fertility in women or men. Good crops in bad times. Rain in droughts. Sunshine when all around was flooded.

"If he had broken that bond, we would have been dragged down into darkness. And he may have succeeded in planting a demon in you, my daughter.

"I can only beg your forgiveness."

"Mother? Can I ask a question?"

"Yes, John."

"What exactly is 'crossing'?"

Claire snorted and Susanna giggled under her hands, still softly stroking, calming the terror of the evening away.

"Crossing," she mused, "It might be easier to tell you all the things that crossing isn't. It is not the ability to bear or sire a child. You both reached that milestone years ago. It is not even the first time a man or woman of our line lie with another. All of the rest of us did that without crossing.

"The best way to put it, darlings, is to state that, for our kind, when we cross, the need to sire or bear a child is less a desire than an imperative. Your own body will take over your mind. Look at the two of you. Susanna has been readying her body for sex for the last hour and more. And John, you look like a Viagra ad that would be banned by the FCC. You literally can not stop the need to either impregnate your mate or be impregnated in turn. It cannot be stopped. However, it can be delayed,"

The look she bent on John was frank, "John, your Aunt Sybil and I crossed many years ago. But we each lost our mates. Your father was killed. Your uncle," she snorted, "found he could not handle a woman whose cheerful capacity for lust far outstripped his own. He fled.

"However, of your generation, all your female relatives have crossed. And none have found mates."

Susanna gasped, "Mother, how are they bearing it? You said..."

"I said the need to bear a child is imperative, but that it also could be delayed. Eleanor and your cousins have tried to find mates. They have failed. Not enough men of power in Iowa," she said sadly, shaking her head, "And the ones who are here don't advertise. For the last six years, ever since Hilda crossed, and then Eleanor and Agatha, we have been fighting a rear-guard action against our own needs. We have grounded power wherever we could. We have drugged ourselves to make the need bearable. We can delay no longer."

John frowned, remembering the "special potion" that his mother had begun preparing for Eleanor every morning before she went to school, starting in her senior year. His heart wept for his sister and cousins. To need what he and Susanna would shortly have, and to deny themselves for years? How could that curse be averted?

Claire looked at John. She wondered when the penny would drop. She saw his agile mind work the problem. Six women, four unmated, needing to sire children or go slowly mad with unslaked desire. No prospects for finding new mates. One man, just crossed, with the imperative to sire...

One child? Or many?

John looked his mother in the eyes, "You want me to be their mate as well."

Claire smiled with joy, "Yes darling, I do. And so do they. They love you so much, John. They want to mate with you and bear your children. By the Goddess, you should have seen them in the shop when the power of your crossing hit. I thought Hilda and Agatha were going to come to blows for the privilege of being your first. And sweet little Eleanor was ready to do anything to be your mate. Even Aunt Sybil was eager to taste your goods.

"But bear in mind, child, that matings are not always permanent. We do not keep to the Christian customs. A mating may be lifelong, or it may be for only the span of a season. You will have four mates for now, but your sister may choose to leave you and spend her life with another. Or," she said with a gentle smile, as Susanna stirred with a protest, "she may ask you to share her with another, as she will now share you with her sister and cousins. And the attempt itself will alleviate most of the stress. You don't actually have to get Eleanor or Hilda pregnant. The mere fact that you are trying will act as a release valve.

"Will you do it for us, my child?"

John stood up. The robe slipped off his shoulders. A man of medium height or a little more. Clean-limbed, black-haired, green-eyed, slim, supple body roped with muscle, with his prodigious cock jutting upwards like a living embodiment of manhood.

"Mother, I will."

"But not before you fuck me," Susanna said fiercely. "I was here first, before all of them. I was with you in our mother's body, John. We are going to fuck tonight, or by the Goddess, I will cut off your balls myself!"

"Goddess yes," he groaned, "Mother, is it time?"

"It is time, my son. Come with me."

Chapter 5

She took them to the guest bedroom, the one with the layout which she refused to change. Soft lights, covered by heavy shades, glowed in the corners. In the middle of the room, touching none of the walls, was the bed, on top of an immense rug, white except for three concentric circles. From inmost to outmost: blue, green, and red.

"White, for purity," said Claire.

"Red, for passion," said John.

"Green, for fertility," moaned Susanna.

"Blue, for protection and trust," smiled Claire., "It took a family of Persian witches six years to make that, and you do not want to know what I had to pay to get it. She knelt on the edge of the rug. "To the bed, children."

Hand in hand, desire a flame between them, John and Susanna walked to the bed. Despite his brave words below, John was trembling in fear. He was afraid to show himself an inexperienced fool beside his sister.

My mate, his mind whispered.

With a soft word, Claire activated the wards. A half-dome of light sprang up, then faded from view, leaving all as it had been before.

"I set this up seven years ago," she said in response to her children's surprised looks, "and have renewed it every month since. No evil thing will disturb you while the wards are in place."

"Any spells, Mother?"

"Only your love, dearest. That is the mightiest spell of all. And aren't you two the living proof of it? Go on now, Susanna, kiss him before he faints."

Susanna gazed at John, mouth dry with desire and longing. He really is quite beautiful, she thought, taking in all of him. The shower had cleaned off the dirt and dust of the baseball field. His black hair, clipped short, was a single dark wave over his forehead. His eyes, no madness in them now, gazed into hers, green as spring leaves.

Stop cataloguing him as if he is an item to buy at the store, Susanna! She told herself impatiently. She stepped closer to him, raised her hands to his face, and gently cupped his cheeks. Drew his mouth down to hers, and kissed him.

The kissed lasted a moment. And a lifetime. The aching, throbbing need of her pussy, which had been a torment to her, backed off slightly, no longer so insistent. Her nipples peaked again merrily, and the muscles of her womb clenched suddenly, preparing the way.

John's arms came gently around her as they kissed. Susanna opened her mouth, and their tongues met for the first time, a shy introduction that quickly became a spirited conversation. She pressed her body close to his, nipples scraping on his chest hair, feeling the strong muscles of his thighs against hers, the hot length of his cock trapped between their bellies.

Breaking the kiss, she slowly sank down the front of his body, planting soft, gentle kisses on his neck and chest as she descended. She laved his nipples, tongue delicate as a cat. All the while her hands were stroking, stroking his chest, his thighs, the soft white skin of his back, the curve of his ass. Arching suddenly, John gasped as his nipples contracted into tiny buds on his chest, and he gazed down at Susanna wonderingly.

"You didn't think it could happen to men as well?" she asked teasingly. "Silly boy."

Emboldened, she sank lower, tormenting him with gentleness. She blew hot breath on his belly, and smiled as the muscles of his stomach jumped in response. Finally she reached her goal.

His cock was magnificent, she decided. Longer and thicker than poor Davey's the one time she had seen it. The head bobbed in time with John's heartbeat, slick with juice.

Just like my pussy, Susanna thought wickedly. With that thought, her hand dropped idly down to amuse itself in her snatch yet again. Gazing at John's cock, she frowned disapprovingly at the tufts of black hair rising from his groin.

I am NOT getting that in my mouth, she thought. Raising her wet hand from her slick cleft, she drew a charm on the quivering underskin of his phallus. She then brushed her hands gently over the hair, which fell away to lie in a sad little pile at John's feet.

"Sis?" John's voice was amused. "Did you just draw a baldness charm on my dick?"

"Yes, I did. And now your cock pleases me even more," Susanna said with a smile. She moved in, secure in her own carnal wisdom, taken from generations of witches. She drew her tongue in a long, loving caress up his shaft, delighting in the taste of him, the velvet feel of skin overlaying blood-hard strength. One hand cupped his sack, gently teasing his balls. Her mouth opened wide and she took the first few inches of his length into her mouth, tongue swirling around the head, tasting his musky juices for the first time.

Above her, John threw back his head and gasped in pleasure. He had never thought such a feeling was possible. The hot, wet heat of her mouth around his cock became the center of his universe. His hands fell limply to the crown of her head, resting lightly on her angel-soft hair. He closed his eyes and gave in to sensation, reveling in the pleasure she was bringing him. His cock felt like a bar of white-hot steel, and her mouth was only intensifying his need.. Seed surged within him, rising to the challenge of her mouth. His phallus jumped like a fish on a hook, eager to complete its task.

Susanna brought him to the brink. Then, guided by a knowledge that was less learned than instinct, backed away. With one last, lingering caress, she withdrew her mouth from his manhood. Sinking still lower, she mouthed his testicles, playing with the egg-shaped organs until the skin of his sack was slick with saliva.

That's where babies come from, she thought. From there, and from inside me. She had to close her eyes against a renewed jolt of lust. Rising to her feet, she looked at John's groin. It was delightfully messy. Her spit mingled with the oozing pre-cum leaking from his slit. Thinking for a moment, she thoughtfully wiped away the baldness charm she had drawn on his cock.

"Second thoughts, Sis?" John asked.

"Just being cautious," she answered, "I am not sure about the radius of the charm. I would hate for my...distaste...for cock-hair to cause our child to be bald."

Behind her she heard a muffled snort of laughter, but she ignored it. She laid her hand firmly against John's chest and gave him a gentle push. He backed up, and as the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed, sat down. Susanna stood above him, raining kisses down up on his mouth, his cheeks, even his eyelids.

"I want you, Johnny," she said, "I want you so damn much."

Trying to ignore his beautiful cock, she linked her arms around his neck and sat on his thighs, legs folded behind him. She drew his head close to her chest, almost weeping with love and happiness and desire.

John found himself in an enviable position, with his head nestled near his sister's teardrop-shaped breasts. He gazed at them in wonder, scarcely believing that his shameful fantasy had come to life. Susanna's breasts were not huge, but perfectly formed and shaped, and flushed with arousal. The nipples were a strong pink color, slightly up-tipped, and enthusiastically hard, announcing their presence with happy vigor.

John's hands caressed Susanna's back, and his head sank towards her chest. He kissed the slope of Susanna's left breast, wondering in the softness, the slight give under his lips. His mouth opened, and his tongue laved a path downwards towards her taut nipple.

Susanna's back arched, and she pushed her chest into John's face, eagerly thrusting her mounds toward his mouth. John circled her nipple with his tongue. Once, twice, then he flicked his tongue over her stiff bud. Susanna's mouth opened and she mewled in pleasure. More confidently, John opened his mouth wider and sucked on her nipple. Susanna's cries grew more frantic, her groin ground hard against his, and she lowered her head to pant hotly into John's ear, tongue emerging yet again to explore its hidden whorls, small teeth nipping sharply on the tender lobe.

John's uncertainty fell away. His left hand came up, and while his mouth continued its exploration of Susanna's left breast, he cradled the right, wondering in the delicious heft of it, thumb grazing the nipple over and over, playing it like an instrument. Pulling his head back, now cradling both breasts in his hands, he looked at his sister in joy and wonder, and saw the same emotions mirrored in her eyes.

Without speaking their weight shifted, and they half-fell, half-turned, until they were lying on the bed, John on top, Susanna cradling him lovingly between her thighs. John rose up on his arms, looking down at his sister. In answer to his unspoken question, she smiled and nodded.

Susanna reached down between them, grasping his cock gently. Shifting her hips slightly, she pulled him forward until she could feel the pulsing slickness of the head nestling snugly against her cleft. For the first time, she felt the heat of a man's cock against her pussy.

If her arousal before had been a flame, this was a firestorm. Her mind narrowed to furious, primal instinct. Looking up, teeth bared in a rictus of passion, she saw the same emotions mirrored in John's eyes. His mouth came down on hers, and with a movement as inevitable as the tides, her brother drove his cock into her steaming, fertile cunt.

Susanna threw her head back and shrieked with joy as he entered her. Goddess, it was too much! Hard as an iron bar, hot as the sun, loving as a mother's kiss, John slowly moved within her. Susanna brought her legs up and wrapped them ferociously around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. Her hands dug into his buttocks, urging him on.

Suddenly the pleasure peaked, and her mind exploded into orgasm , the muscles of her cunt spasming around John's beautiful cock. Her hips bucked and lifted off the bed as she ground herself against her lover.

Her brother.

My mate.

John watched with wonder as his sister came. He had never seen anything so beautiful as her face when her orgasm hit. Her face flushed, and her eyes were lit by a fire of passion. He moved more swiftly within her, his pace quickening. Still locked within the sweet prison of her thighs, the sweat of passion a lubricant for their lust, he thrust himself into his mate, reaching for a moment which had been his fate since the hour of his birth.

Suddenly, the moment came. The feel of the slick, wet flesh of his sister's pussy became a goad to his lust. Driven by need, his pace quickened, and quickened again.

He looked down at Susanna. Coming down slightly from the peak of her orgasm, she met his eyes and understood his need.

"Do it, Johnny. Continue our line. Give me a child. Fuck a baby into me." Her hands cradled his face lovingly, and she drew him down into a kiss, tongue passionately entwining with his.

John's cock seemed to expand within Susanna, and with a shout of triumph he emptied his cock into his sister's cunt, flooding the walls of her womb with his seed.

Exhausted, he collapsed onto her. Overcome by the stress and emotion of the evening, he found himself weeping. After a moment he rose to his elbows. He looked at Susanna and saw tear-tracks on her cheeks as well. He put his arms around her and hugged his mate.

"Thank you, Susanna. Thank you more than I can ever say."

"I love you, John."

"I love you, too."

They drew slightly away from each other. They were unsurprised to find their groins a delightful mess of sweat, vaginal juices, pre-cum, and semen. John slumped back on the pillows, his mind a whirlwind. Susanna thought vaguely of going to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up a bit, but it seemed like far too much effort for the time being. Instead, she cuddled to John's side, hair kissing his temple, left hand cupped protectively over his cock. Considering for a moment the heat of her pussy, which had been muted but not silenced, she threw her left leg over his thigh, so she could grind her clit against his leg when the need arose.

John was considering what to say next when he felt a sharp crack across his buttocks. Yelping in surprise, he turned his head to see his mother Claire standing next to the bed. She had shed her clothes and was looking down at them in approval.

"Well done, children. John, move over."

"Um...what?"

"I told you earlier this evening that none of us were going to finish the night with our clothes on. You have done a reasonably good job in deflowering your sister. After you have had a few minutes to recover, you're going to fuck me," she said matter-of-factly.

"Ummm...can I ask why? I thought the purpose of crossing was to have sex with Susanna and sire a child. And with Eleanor and the cousins as well, I suppose. Why are we going to have sex? Not that I have anything against it," he hastened to add, as he saw his mother's eyes narrow, "but I am still a little confused about the entire thing. Can't you explain how it works?"

Claire sighed. She supposed that she had not done much of a job of explaining things to them. But how could she, when they were caught in a web of lust and she had to keep their minds occupied long enough to get them in this room, safe from the Dark One's stratagems? Once they were protected and the ritual begun, they had performed admirably. She could already feel the bleed-off from Susanna's power radiating outward. Somewhere nearby, a couple were going to find themselves overcome with passion and sire a child this night. And the nearby flower beds would find themselves just a little bit more lush and bright in the morning.

She lay down and cuddled against John's opposite side. "Very well, children. Since we are all in bed together, let me tell you a bedtime story."