Chapter 5

Note: Thanks to my beta reader!

Mrs. Madison Augustine

“You have ... Zach’s mother?” I said, shocked as I knelt before Charles, the flavor of his cum lingering in my mouth.

He nodded, turned, and left the room.

I struggled to rise. My husband grabbed me, his face pale. This was not good. Not good at all. I looked around. I had to get dressed. We had to get back to the mansion. My husband was a step ahead of me. He handed me my tight-fitting sheath dress.

I drew it on as we headed out of her. His mother. He has his mother. Mary was not only captured, but she was now pregnant with Charles’s mother. Something about souls bouncing. It didn’t make sense to me. I couldn’t think well.

My husband and I were hastily escorted out of the jail and to our car in the parking lot. I slipped into the passenger seat, shaking my head. I was so dizzy right now. Just so confused by what we had learned.

My husband glanced at me.

“Yeah,” I muttered, reading his mind.

My husband wasn’t a speeder.

He sped us back to the mansion.

We reached it in, I swear, record-breaking time. We were soon at the gates. They opened up, the sexy police officers guarding the house well. A drone orbited above, keeping a watch on the surrounding houses. The gates closed behind us as we headed up the driveway to the house.

We parked and rushed inside. Instantly, I felt something was off. There was an intense presence in the house. I frowned and glanced at my husband. He was looking around, equally befuddled. I cast my gaze around. I knew Zach was here. The limo was in its parking spot.

Mrs. Haverstone appeared, the busty MILF-maid coming down the stairs, her wedding ring flashing. She wore the same slutty uniforms that Sable insisted for all her maids. Mrs. Haverstone had been one of her earliest conquests, turning her from a faithful wife to a lesbian submissive.

“Mrs. Augustine,” said Mrs. Haverstone, curtsying.

“Where’s Zach,” I said. “I have ... I have bad news from Charles.”

“In Ms. Sable’s room,” she said. “He’s...” She swallowed. “He’s ... Well ... Be careful.”

Be careful?

I grabbed my husband’s hand, needing his support more than I ever had in my life. I rushed up the stairs, Douglas right behind me. My breasts bounced in my sheath dress, my nipples poking against the material. I reached the top of the stairs and hurried down the hallway, my heart racing.

Just what was going on here?

I reached Sable’s room and found Zach naked and strong. He radiated such ... intensity as he fucked Cosette’s mouth. He buried his dick into the kneeling maid’s mouth. Beside her, the third maid Alanna knelt. Lily wasn’t here because...

She was a part of Charles’s plan.

“You’re back,” said Zach with amusement in his voice. It was ... a tone I hadn’t seen. An expression. His brown eyes were so much darker. I swallowed beneath the intensity of his gaze. He had been preparing that ritual when I left. “What did my brother say.”

He said “my brother” with such derisive amusement.

“He has taken your mother prisoner,” I said.

Zach froze in mid-thrust. His eyes narrowed. “What?”

“He has her captured,” I said. “He wanted to free his mother’s soul from her.”

“Right, right, I did do that,” said Zach, his hips still pumping away. He kept fucking Cosette’s mouth. It was like he was possessed with the need to fuck her mouth. To cum. “So he stole her soul from him. Why does he still have my mother.”

“Because Charles’s mother’s soul went into...” I swallowed.

“Ah, yes, the unborn child in her womb,” Zach said. “My child with my mother now Eleanor’s soul in her. Very, very interesting. I can use that.”

“He promises to return your mother to you after she gives birth,” I continued.

“Really,” said Zach, his eyes flat and dangerous.

I swallowed as my blood chilled. What had happened to Zach?

Cosette gurgled as he kept fucking her mouth. He pounded her hard and fast. He thrust into her with his big dick. Drool ran down her chin. He groaned, glancing down at her. He gripped the sides of her head.

Normally, watching Zach fuck a girl’s mouth would make me so wet, but ... I was shaking. I wanted nothing more than to flee this room. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that Sable was kneeling on the floor, her face pressed into the carpet, her ass red.

What the heck was happening?

“That’s it, little slut,” growled Zach. “Damn, I love having my cock sucked. I’m going to cum!”

The girl gurgled as he buried his dick into her mouth. He plowed to the hilt in her mouth and threw back his head. He erupted. The girl gulped down his cum, swallowing with noisy passion. He trembled through his orgasm.

Cosette didn’t waste a drop of cum. I swallowed, my heart thundering in my chest. I swallowed, this waiting was just so ... intense. He kept grunting, filling her mouth with jizz. He panted and he fired the last of his cum into her mouth.

He slid his cock out of her lips and turned to face me. “Tell my brother, that cowardly worm, that I will have my mother returned to me today, or I will crush him utterly. If he surrenders her, we can discuss the return of his mother. After all, she’s now my daughter.”

Zach laughed. It was this cruel sound. Cold as ice.

“I will,” I said, not wanting to defy him. This Zach ... This Zach would broach no disagreement. He would crush his brother. “I’ll tell him. Right now!” I backed out of the room. “Whatever you want, Zach.”

“I’m glad you understand how important this is to me,” he said. “I can trust you to obey me, Mrs. Augustine.”

“I am your mother-in-law,” I said. “Your lover. I serve you, Zach. Always!”

I fled the room with my husband. I rushed down the hallway and the stairs, wanting to burst into tears. I had never been so scared in my life. I burst outside and swayed. My husband’s strong arms were around me.

He supported me from behind. I turned and buried my face into his chest. I sobbed. How was that upstairs? That couldn’t be my Zach. The man who loved my daughter. There wasn’t an ounce of love in that man now.

It had all been frozen out of him.

“What happened while we were gone?” I croaked to my husband.

“I don’t know,” Douglas said. “Where was so our daughter?”

I froze. “She was just ... doing something else,” I said and forced a laughter. “That’s it. Zach’s just ... Lots of stress. And it’s his mother. That’s it. He’s just angry about his mother. Wouldn’t you be? We have to save Mary.”

“Right,” he said and moved to the car.

I had to go into Charles’s domain, the heart of his power, and deliver an ultimatum. That didn’t frighten me half as much as having to tell Zach that Charles refused. Which he would. I could see it in Charles’s eyes.

He wanted his mother back and would do anything to have her.

So would Zach.

Susannah Augustine

I followed my mother and father along with Nisha. It was too dangerous trying to reach Zach without a plan. Ashtaroth was too vigilant. She had almost seen Nisha and me when we tried to sneak up on her while she was busy fucking Sable.

“Will this work?” I asked Nisha.

“I honestly don’t know,” the angel said. I was glad to have her help. We would save Zach. “You will have to pleasure your mother to make contact with her. To open herself up to your presence.”

“Well, I can do that,” I said. I wasn’t afraid. I was nearly dead, my soul free of my flesh, but I would be happy passing on if it meant saving Zach from the demon’s possession.

I loved him. I was his submissive wife. His slut-wife. I would give him my all, even my life, to help him achieve his goal. He would save the world, and I would do my part. I would not let that awful demon undo all his hard work.

That ... that bitch would not benefit from his toil.

I never knew I could get this angry, but I could. I was furious. I would not permit this atrocity to happen. I would be saved. I would do it. So I followed my parents downstairs and out of the house. Mother started crying in Father’s arms.

She cuckolded him all the time, so I had learned, but she did love him. He loved her, too. He accepted her. He stroked her back. My heart broke because they could see the obvious. That was not Zach.

“Good thing Ashtaroth is distracted by having a cock for the first time,” Nisha said. “The novelty of it will wear off. We must be ready to act before them. Once she focuses on her task, I see little hope of succeeding.”

“You’re an angel,” I told her. She appeared as a dusky, middle-eastern woman to me with big breasts. I hugged her. “Do not lose hope. All we need is a little chance. A little faith the size of a mustard seed can grow into a large tree.”

“Of course,” said Nisha.

My parents were slipping into the car. This was the chance. I flowed in past them, sitting in the backseat like I normally would when going somewhere with them. Dad started the car. I was no stranger to Mom’s body.

I had made love to her so many times. I could dominate her. She was my submissive.

So I boldly reached through the car seat and around her. I phased through her clothes to squeeze her breasts directly. I kneaded those wonderful boobs. I jiggled them. Played with them. Mom groaned and relaxed as I massaged them.

She leaned back in her chair and sighed. I pressed my body against hers, rubbing my big boobies into her back. I nuzzled into her ear and licked her lobe. She shivered as I kneaded those wonderful titties of her. I had breastfed from them.