Chapter 8

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Mom sucked on my dick as I waited in the back of the limousine. I slid my fingers through her black hair, enjoying the warmth of her mouth working up and down me. She was so good at that. It was just a true treat to feel.

Nisha frowned and glanced at the tattoo parlor. I felt it, too. Something had happened in there, but what? Mom kept sucking as my skin prickled. Susannah glanced at me, a questioning look on her face. Mom froze as she realized something changed.

Her mouth popped off my dick. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” I said, staring at Nisha. “Was that Moira’s spell that went off?”

Nisha shook her head.

“What is the angel telling you, honey?” Susannah asked.

“There’s a ... genie in there.” Shock rippled across Nisha’s face. “They tried to bind a genie, and she has trapped them in her pocket dimension. That entire shop is like her bottle.”

“Shit,” I said. “Unthaa’s a genie.”

“Genies are real?” Susannah gasped.

I grinned at her and asked, “What do we have to do to free Moira and Sable?”

“They’re trapped?” Mom gasped. “They’re in danger.

I ignored her, too.

“We’ll have to use your shades,” Nisha said after a moment. “I suggest using Charles’s mother. Have her lead you in there. She’ll need something of you to take in first.”

“How do I do that?”

“Cum in her. Have her ride you.”

Eleanor Swartzenburg

“Eleanor Swartzenburg, arise,” echoed through Zach’s soul.

All of us in here quivered. It was just a big orgy. It was mostly girls, but there were a few men from the FBI who were destroyed in the blast that Ashtaroth triggered. I don’t know what happened to the demon who had possessed my body.

I melted out of his soul and appeared in the back of a limousine. I only wanted my son, but Zach owned my soul, and he wanted me to ride him. I could feel it. I was a translucent body. Two women gasped as they stared at me.

A shadow watched.

A dark shadow.

I shivered at that, afraid. I whimpered and pressed myself against Zach. His arms went around me. He made me feel safe. Like my son did. I now knew that Zach was my step-son, Charles’s half-brother. Maybe that was it.

I never felt safe in their father’s arms, though.

Still ... I kissed Zach. I had no choice. He owned me.

My fear of the shadowy figure melted away. It reminded me of that awful demon who possessed my body, but she was gone. I trembled, making out with Zach with such passion. I shifted myself so my pussy rubbed at his cock.

I swallowed his dick.

He groaned as I did that. I took his cock to the hilt in my pussy.

He broke the kiss and growled, “That’s it, Mrs. Swartzenburg. Ride my cock!”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned, my soul’s pussy loving the feel of his cock.

Lust was how he enslaved us.

The spell that destroyed us and chained us to him was predicated on lust. On desire.

I craved his cock. Now that he was in me, I felt whole.

Complete.

“Master!” I moaned, working my pussy up and down him.

“I can see through her,” the older woman said, rubbing at her belly. She was his mother. The woman my husband started a second family with.

Well, I’m sure she hated Charles the First as much as I did.

But his sons ... I was really loving his sons. The had such amazing cocks. I moaned, working my cunt up and down Zach’s wonderful cock. My soul quivered on him as his hands gripped my ass. He squeezed me, kneading me.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Damn, Mrs. Swartzenburg.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, ignoring that awful shadow.

Zach glanced at it once and grinned. “Yes, this is the right way, Nisha.”

“Mmm, it is,” purred the shadow. Nisha, not Ashtaroth. Nisha.

I plunged my cunt down his cock and slid back up him. It was just incredible. He reached so deep into my soul’s pussy. I squeezed down on him, rising and rising toward that moment I would cum on him. It would be a glorious climax.

I gasped and moaned, savoring every second of this. My cunt gripped his cock as I rode him hard and fast. I loved it so much. I savored every second of plunging my cunt down his dick. I gripped him with my hot flesh, building toward a wonderful climax.

My soul would quiver around him. I whimpered and moaned, plunging my cunt down his dick. I slid back him, moaning and gasping as I did. He felt so wonderful around me. I shuddered, about to burst in delight.

“Are you going to cum on me?” he growled.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I whimpered, my pussy plunging down his cock. My clit ground into his pubic bone. “Master! Master!”

“Let me feel your cunt writhing around my cock, Mrs. Swartzenburg. Let me feel that cunt going wild!”

I moaned my agreement, so close to my eruption. I slammed down his cock again and again. My pussy slid up him over and over again. I gripped him, the pressure growing in me. It was a wonderful delight to feel. I hurtled closer to him.

He gripped my asscheeks. He worked me up and down his cock. I gasped as he did that. It felt so wonderful. My pussy held him tight as I rose toward my climax. I groaned as he lifted me up his shaft and plunged me down him.

My clit ground on him.

Sparks sizzled through me.

“Master!” I howled.

My cunt writhed around his cock. My shadowy soul shuddered. I reveled in this delight. I suckled on him as he growled. Waves of rapture rushed through my existence. I quivered through every moment of that delight.

“Yes!” he growled and erupted in me.

His cum pumped into me. His seed. His power. I felt it filling up my shadowy form. I trembled on him, the heat rushing through me. I gasped, my boobs jiggling before him. I loved every second of him dumping his cum in me.

“Oh, Master, you’re filling up my cunt with your cum! With all your seed!”

“Fuck, yes,” he growled. “Shit, that’s good. That’s so good! Damn, I love it! I love it so much!”

He spurted more and more blasts of his cum into my snatch. I shuddered at his virility. He had such amazing balls. I whimpered as I hit the peak of my orgasm. His cock erupted into me one more time. I swayed there.

“Oh, Master,” I moaned.

“Tell her to use the southeast window,” said the shadow, Nisha. I glanced in that direction.

I yelped in fear, whipping my head away. Why did Nisha remind me of her?

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“N-nothing, Master,” I said. “You want me to use the southeast window.”

“You can hear the angel, too?” the younger blonde said. She was Susannah, the slut my son was obsessed over.

“Angel? She’s an angel?”

No.

I felt that rising out of Zach’s soul even as he said, “Yes.”

He lied.

“Go,” he said.

I rose off his cock and shot for the window. I was a spirit. He held out his hand. I took and drew out his own spirit. He collapsed as his soul rose from his body. A silver thread trailed from his body. I blinked.

He nodded.

I flew us for the southeast window. My Master had an order. I would obey it. Before me was a glass shell of blue that covered the building, but ... The glass looked less substantial by the window. I pushed against it, my cunt clenching.

Though I held Master’s hand, it felt like his cum in my pussy was our true connection.

Charles Swartzenburg II

I fumed.

Master? Mother called him Master!

I had not expected to see him summon her. Since he had taken in Lizzie two days ago, I had been spying on him. I had the full range of his mansion. He had many servants, amassing quite the army. I should have done that before moving.

When I had tried, Ashtaroth had interfered.

Anger consumed me. I could not watch this. I rose out of the limo, fighting to control myself. I was still in the prison. He could still get to me. I had to play this smart. I had to rescue Mother from him. He used her as his whore.

He must revel in cuckolding me and enjoying my mother. Her pussy was mine! She birthed me. I was her son, not him.

I fought for self-control. After some minutes, Mother emerged leading Zach’s soul. He went into the building that was warded. Something had happened over there. He pushed into the glass and entered the window.

Then he was gone.

I didn’t know what was going on here, but I had to keep working on Lizzie. I had to ready her for what she needed to do.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

Mrs. Swartzenburg led me through the barrier and into the shop. It looked pretty standard place. I could not believe that a genie was here. It was so shocking. How did we even pick the one tattoo artist who was a genie?