Chapter 2

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

“Just going to give up?” a part of me asked.

I gave a metaphysical shrug. “Susannah’s dead.”

“And?”

“I killed her.”

“So you’re just going to let her life be for nothing? Coward?”

I didn’t have an answer.

“Just going to let her death be in vain? She died to save you. And you’re just sniveling like a fucking coward.”

“What can I do?” I shook my soul. “I’m shackled here. In a prison. She took my body. I opened myself up to her possession I had zero power over it.”

“So you’re just going to be a whiny bitch? Pathetic. Susannah deserved better than you.”

“Yes. Yes, she did.”

“That’s it. Your life dreams are over. One setup back. One fuck-up.”

“She’s dead.”

“That’s life. Everyone dies. No one gets out alive. You want to save this world.”

I shifted.

“You want to free it from corrupt beings like that monster finger-puppeting your body?”

“Yes, but how?”

“How? Look at you, sniveling. Where is that will that let you make a thought form? That let you rise from nothing to get this far.”

I hesitated. I looked around here. Where was I? My soul. What else was in my soul?

“Look at you, thinking. Use that brain.”

“Who are you?”

“You. Now, you know what you have in here.”

Spirits. The souls of all those Ashtaroth sacrificed to hide herself in me. To take Nisha’s place and use me. She had given me something, though. A source. Power. I just had to be smart. I had to be crafty. I had to continue the act.

I could feel her gloating as she used Sable.

I had fucked up a lot, but it was time to pick myself up. I would save this world.

Moira Black

I poured what magic I could into Susannah’s wound, but it was bad. I could keep her alive, but...

I didn’t have access to any gods or goddesses to summon, but I did have my succubus. Could Rayne be of any use? I had to think about this as I kept Susannah alive. I stared down at my belly. My brother tried to kill our child.

He tried to grasp power.

Ashtaroth led him to that point. A shortcut to power. I was so mad at him but now wasn’t the time. I had to keep my sister alive. If she died, Zach would lose all hope. He truly did love her more than me. That hurt, too, but...

I was his twin sister. We had a bond that was beyond romantic love. Yes, yes, it was purer.

What to do, though?

Charles Swartzenburg II

I smiled down at Zach’s mother bound and trussed up at the feet in my cell.

I had to get my mother’s soul out of her body. This was the best opportunity I had to get her into a new body. Into Lizzie. She would be sacrificed to house my mother until I could put her into a better vessel.

Into Susannah Augustine’s body.

First, I had to ready Mrs. Black. I had a ritual to complete. Lizzie, too, had to be readied. She was staring at me, still dressed like a slutty maid. I had released her from jail so she could be snagged up by Mrs. Augustine and taken to my brother. I knew he would claim her. He was building a harem.

Just like I would.

He turned her into his maid, not realizing that I owned her soul. She stood there, almost entranced. I had put a fake persona to hide the real her. I snapped my finger. She blinked and smiled at me. She looked so ready.

“Mmm, on your hands and knees,” I said.

“I’m so glad to be back, Daddy,” she cooed and threw her arms around me. She kissed me.

Lizzie thought I was her father. I had exploited her Electra Complex to make her my slave. I was so ready to fuck her hard. So eager to bury into her cunt. My cock throbbed against her belly, into the fabric of her uniform.

I have to say, my brother had the right idea about how to dress his women.

I had to hurry, though. When he realized I had kidnapped his mother, he would come for her. I could not hold off his forces. I needed to be ready to return his mother to him. I just wanted the soul in her. He would understand.

I broke the kiss and said, “On your hands and knees. Daddy wants to fuck your cunt hard!”

“Yes, Daddy!” the sexy blonde said. She was a few years older than me, so it felt so hot to pretend to be her father.

She dropped to her knees on the floor of my cell. I had padding down. Her short, black skirt fluttered. Lacy petticoats peeked out. I threw them up to expose her cunt. She dripped. The tart aroma of her cunt filled my nose. I breathed it in.

I sank to my knees and nuzzled into her cunt. I slid up and down her snatch. Her juices coated my dick. I found that hot hole. I thrust into her twat. She moaned in delight, her snatch gripping my rod. I savored being back in her.

I hadn’t had any pussy for a few days.

I’d been busy.

“Oh, Daddy!” she moaned. “You’re back where you belong.”

“That’s right,” I said and drew back my cock.

My nuts swayed as she gripped me. I loved how she held me. I thrust back into her cunt. I buried into her twat and grunted, my nuts slapping into her flesh. She moaned, squeezing her twat down around me. I pumped away at her.

I fucked her with force. I enjoyed every second of plowing into her cunt. I fucked her with force. I plowed into her snatch over and over, feeling the magic building and building in my nuts. I enjoyed every last second of her twat around my dick.

I pumped deep and hard into her cunt. I fucked her with force. I savored her massaging me.

I grunted with each thrust into her hot flesh. Churned her up. She whimpered, gripping my cock. She held me tight with that wonderful flesh. I was in heaven here. I wanted to just unload all my cum and magic into her.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” she squealed. “My big-dick daddy!”

“That’s right,” I groaned. “Love being in my little girl.”

“I love you, Daddy!”

She clamped her pussy down on me. That made her perfect for this. I slammed into her cunt, savoring how open she was. I enjoyed every last second of this heat around my cock. I would bury into her snatch.

It was so good to fuck her. To bury into her again and again. The pressure into my nuts swelled. I hurtled toward that moment when she would cum. I savored the delight as I stared at Zack’s mother. She watched, her eyes wide.

I winked at Mrs. Black and slammed into Lizzie’s cunt.

I grunted with my strokes. I was so ready to burst I slammed into Lizzie’s cunt. Her skirt rustled as I fucked her. She moaned, her head tossing. Her blonde hair danced as I hammered her twat. She whimpered her delight.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Her pussy convulsed around my cock.

I savored her twat rippling around me. It was so incredible to have that delicious snatch rippling around me. I slammed into her cunt with everything that I had. I threw back my head and growled out in rapture.

I erupted.

My cum spurted into her snatch along with my power.

I charged her cunt with my jizz. I filled her up with my spunk. It was so good to have her rippling and writhing around me. It was incredible to have her snatch spasming around me. I gloried in it, the pleasure slamming into me.

“Daddy!” she gasped.

“Yes!” I groaned.

I pumped so much cum into Lizzie’s snatch. It was just so incredible to have that snatch rippling around me. I flooded her twat with every last bit of cum and my power. I dumped it all into her and smiled. She was primed.

Now it was time to deal with Mrs. Black.

“Free her,” I ordered.

Bubba Ducain, one of the prison guards, entered. He had fetched Mary for me. He flipped her onto her belly and uncuffed her. He worked off the straps that held her trussed up. Then he pulled the gag from her mouth. She sat up slowly.

“Strip her,” I said next.

Her eyes widened.

The guard grinned at her. I rolled my eyes and looked at her. “I don’t want to hurt you, but Bubba’s not a nice man.”

“Nope,” my minion said. “You gonna fight me?”

Mrs. Black drew in a deep breath. “I’ll strip myself.”

She was scared, but she had sterner stuff than I would have thought for a woman. Well, she had been married to my father. I still could not believe he had shacked up with some poor woman to father Zach and Moira.

He wanted to see which of his sons were stronger.

I swallowed that bitterness. I would still help Zach destroy our father, I just needed to get my mother back first. I could not let my brother hold her hostage, elsewise he would keep me from ever stabbing him in the back once our father perished.

She stripped naked, pulling off her dress. She had a swelling baby bump. Her large breasts swayed as she pushed off her panties. She rolled them down her thighs, bending over. They were lovely breasts. Her black hair spilled around her face.