Chapter 1

I woke up the next morning in bed between my sister-wife Susannah and my mother. She hugged me from behind, holding me tight like she was scared to let me go while sleeping. I had my arms around Susannah, her blonde hair spilling over the bed.

I hadn’t set an alarm clock for once. I had slept in.

After yesterday, I let myself relax.

I had been possessed by a fucking demon. By Ashtaroth. I let myself be tricked. Deceived. I walked down a dark path, the very one my father had tread before me. I wanted to be better than him, to break the world from the rule of such shadowy powers, and I had almost become him.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

The quote from Nietzsche rose through my mind. An apt one.

I had almost killed Susannah. My half-sister. The woman I loved. Ashtaroth called that love a weakness. It would be exploited by my enemies, just like my pregnant mother had been by my half-brother Charles.

Love...

It wasn’t an emotion but a choice. A decision to put someone else before your own selfish desires. Why was I trying to control everything? Was it to truly break the power of these shadowy cabals working behind the scenes or for my own ambition?

Was it just the challenge?

Partly, yes, but...

Did that make my goal any less noble just because my motivations weren’t wholly pure?

I was just human. I had desires. Passions. I loved Susannah in so many ways. I lusted for her but also loved her. Familial love. Romantic love. Selfless love. So many ways to express that word. I rolled onto my back carefully so as not to wake them up.

Let them sleep.

I didn’t want to face the world right now. I wanted to stay in bed. I breathed slowly, staring up at the ceiling. Nisha looked down at me. The real one. Not Ashtaroth masquerading as her. I should have seen the difference. How ... dark she had become.

I was blinded by my ambition.

If I wanted to liberate the world from the dark elites, I would have to keep that motivation in mind. A selfless one. I was not accumulating power for my own sake, but for the world. I would become a tyrant to liberate them.

Noblesse oblige ... The duty of the nobleman to those beneath him. Power came with the responsibility to care for the weak. To use my strength to better their lives, not to enrich my own. To pursue the virtuous path.

Real politics didn’t allow much virtue. It was full of those who craved power. Authoritarians who used the means to increase their power. They gave the people the illusion of freedom by dulling them with pleasures.

Netflix and binge. Trash programming that dulled the mine.

Public education was designed to produce unthinking workers. It had been created in Germany during the Prussian Empire to make good little factory workers. Governments around the world were eager for that. A dullard population didn’t cause problems.

Nisha straddled me.

Guilt swept through me. How could I have mistaken my thought form for that demon?

I made Nisha. She was a tulpa. A manifestation of my will. Something very, very difficult to do. It took concentration and drive. Something I had felt lacking lately. Nisha cupped my face and stared down at me. She appeared as a dusky-hued MILF with big tits. I could feel her, interact with her, but she wasn’t real to anyone else.

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t feel guilt. You do not need it. You must be beyond something that petty.”

“Right,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“She was a good liar. She’s ancient. Patient. She knows how to manipulate you. But she’s chained. Bound in there like the others.”

I nodded as she rubbed her pussy against my cock.

I groaned as she did that. It felt so good to have her sliding her cunt up and down my cock. She found the tip of my dick. She pushed her snatch down my shaft. I groaned at the feel of twat devouring my rod.

She smiled at me as she took more and more of me. She bottomed out on me. I groaned as she did that. Her pussy clamped down on me. It was so good to feel her wiggling her hips from side to side. She drove me wild as she did that.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Mmm, I know,” she cooed.

She slid up me. Her pussy gripped my cock. I loved the way she massaged me. It was an incredible moment. Her silky snatch rose up me. Her big breasts quivered. My thought form was such a sexy creature. Mom and Susannah slept beside me as I savored this bliss.

Nisha plunged her cunt down my dick. She took me to the hilt. I held back my groans, wanting to let Mom and my wife sleep longer. I just enjoyed that hot pussy riding me. I savored that wonderful twat working up and down my cock.

It was magnificent.

Such a treat.

Nisha worked up and down me faster and faster. She rode me with all that passion. She massaged my cock with that hot flesh. I savored every inch of her pussy on my dick. It was a beautiful thing to experience.

I loved how she worked that hot snatch up and down my dick. She gripped my cock with all that hot pussy. It was an incredible rush to have her massaging me. I groaned, savoring every second of her working up and down me. She wiggled her hips from side to side.

She stirred her cunt around my dick. It was a beautiful thing. I groaned, savoring the way she rode me. She plunged her cunt down my rod and slid back up me. It was a fabulous rush. I groaned, her pussy gripping my cock.

I loved how she rode me. I treasured the feel of her pussy.

The warmth of her cunt.

It was a beautiful thing to have her working that amazing twat up and down my dick. I grinned at her. She winked at me as she plunged her cunt down my cock, her big tits jiggling. She plunged her twat down my cock.

Susannah snuggled against me, her arm sliding over my chest, passing through some of Nisha’s thigh. I savored her against me as Nisha worked that hot cunt up and down my dick. It felt amazing to have my thought form riding me.

She massaged my soul.

My astral projection or something.

She gripped my cock with that hot pussy. It was an incredible rush to have her working up and down on my cock. I loved every second of it. She wiggled her hips back and forth, making me feel amazing.

I loved it.

She winked at me as she rode me. She plunged that hot cunt down my dick. She made me shiver from the heat of her pussy. I loved it. I savored every second of her working up and down me. She groaned, her tits jiggling.

It was an incredible rush.

An outstanding delight to have her riding me faster and faster. She groaned, plunging her pussy down my dick. She slid up me again. She squeezed her twat down around my cock. I groaned, my toes curling at how amazing it felt.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I moaned. “That’s good. That’s so good!”

“Mmm,” she purred, her eyes burning hot.

“S’good,” purred Susannah as she was coming awake.

“Master!” Nisha cried and plunged her cunt down my cock.

Her pussy went wild.

Her twat convulsed around my dick. I groaned at that silky snatch spasming around me. The pressure at the tip of my cock burst. I erupted into my thought form’s pussy. Not real cum, but spiritual essence that flooded her.

“Oh, Master!” the dusky-hued MILF moaned, her tits heaving. “I love it!”

I dumped more and more blasts of my cum into her pussy. I filled her up with my spunk. Mom was stirring on the other side of me. She hugged me as I flooded that delicious pussy with all that I had. I emptied myself into her.

“Mmm, how did you sleep, honey?” Mom asked, her black hair spilling across her face. She sat up. “Mmm, well.”

“Yes!” I groaned, erupting a final blast of cum into Nisha’s pussy.

“Good,” Susannah said. She glanced down my body. “Mmm, and someone’s hard.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned as he reached through Nisha to grasp my real cock. The one that wasn’t in Nisha’s pussy. I shuddered as my wife stroked it. Susannah smiled, her golden hair framing her cute face.

“Let’s take care of that,” Mom purred.