Chapter 3

Moira Black

Anahita buried her face into my pussy and licked out my twin brother’s cum from my depths.

I groaned as she did that. My entire body shook. My head tossed from side to side as she danced her tongue through my folds. She stroked me with this wicked delight. I loved it. I groaned as her tongue fluttered up and down my slit.

The hungry succubus feasted on that taboo seed and sent pleasure fluttering through me. I had more than a few girls go down on me. She had talent. My sixteen-year-old body trembled. My small titties quivered as she feasted on me.

I groaned as she did that. I savored her tongue dancing around in my cunt. She licked at me with hunger. She slid her tongue through my folds and made me shudder. My face squeezed tight as she lapped out the cum.

“That’s it, my little succubus,” I purred. “You’re going to be so very, very useful.”

She stared up at me through those glasses. It was so hot that she had my teacher’s face. That she had come into my life. If I hadn’t noticed just how naughty she was being with the boys, I wouldn’t even had suspected.

“Lick that cum out of my cunt,” I moaned. “You do what I say, and I’ll give you this treat whenever I can.”

She groaned, her tongue thrusting into my cunt. She was driven to lick and lap that jizz out of my pussy. It was incredible feeling her doing that. My head tossed from side to side. My face contorted with delight as she devoured the cum out of me.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, loving how she feasted on me. It was incredible to enjoy her doing that. Just a treat. My head tossed from side to side. My face contorted with the bliss of this. It was fantastic to enjoy that naughty tongue lapping at me.

“That’s it, you naughty succubus slut,” I moaned as Anahita licked and lapped at me with such hunger. “Yes, yes, lick that cum out of me!”

“So good,” she groaned between licks. “Mmm, that’s good. The mix of you and your brother is so powerful. Oh, so much taboo energy.”

Her tongue danced over my clit. She caressed me with such hunger. It was an incredible feeling to do that. I trembled, rising towards my orgasm. She was so good at this. Her tongue thrust into my twat and scooped out more and more of my brother’s jizz.

I loved that I was full of my twin’s cum for her to eat out. That I owned her. She was mine. My little succubus-slave to use as I pleased. I would use her to help my brother. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my cunt.

She danced about in me. It was awesome to feel her doing that. She churned me up then sealed her lips around my pussy hole and suckled. I gasped as she nursed at my cunt. My twat clenched as she drew fluids out of me.

My brother’s spunk.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimpered, my twat clenching. “Oh, my god, that’s good. That’s so good. You’re going to make me explode.”

“Yes, I am,” she moaned and suckled out more of his cum.

I whimpered at that. Her lips massaged my cunt. My clit burst with sparks. Then her tongue flicked to it. She fluttered around my pierced clit. She knew just how to tease me. My orgasm built faster and faster. My hair tossed.

I grabbed my nipples and twisted. I loved what she did to me. It was awesome having her slather her tongue over my clit. My head tossed from side to side. I groaned, the pleasure shooting through me. My orgasm swelled in my cunt as she batted the piercing.

“Yes!” I squealed and came.

My orgasm shot through me. The pleasure was intense. Waves of delight rippled through my body. I groaned, gripping the succubus’s hair as my shaved cunt ground on her mouth. She licked and lapped at me with hunger.

She feasted on me. She licked and lapped at me with such hunger. It was a thrill to enjoy. I groaned, tossing my head from side to side. It was awesome. Just a thrill to enjoy that bliss. I groaned as I surfed those waves of ecstasy to new heights.

I shuddered there, a big smile on my lips. I groaned, loving this pleasure. It was intense. Amazing. I shuddered, my small boobs quivering. She groaned as she licked at me. I pushed her head away, dizzy for a moment. My orgasm crested in me.

“Damn,” I groaned and fell back on my bed. “Ooh, you’re good, Anahita. You are fucking amazing at eating cunt.”

“I am a succubus,” she purred, licking her lips.

“Yes, you are,” I groaned. “Ooh, and I am going to put you to work. My brother has a vision, and I want to support him in it in every way.”

Anahita smiled. She licked her lips, arching her eyebrow. Did she want more? I bet she did. “In my closet, there’s a box. In it are sex toys.” I winked at her. “Grab the blue, U-shaped dildo. I’ll fuck that naughty cunt of yours. I could use some more pleasure.”

“Yes, Mistress Moira,” she groaned and turned.

I sat up, watching her turn and crawl. She had such a shapely ass. I loved it. She made me wet just looking at her. I would fuck her so hard. I would pound her with everything that I had. It would be an incredible delight.

I hummed as she dug around in there. Then she pulled out the U-shaped dildo. I grinned, so eager to just ram my toy into her cunt. She turned and crawled back to me like a good little succubus-slut. My pussy clenched with eagerness.

“Mmm, just thrust that in,” I told my little succubus-slut. “God, it’s hot seeing you in that disguise. Whatever happened to the real Ms. Rayne?”

“She never existed,” purred the succubus. “Just my way to enjoy some young high school boys.”

“Naughty,” I purred then groaned as she shoved the bulbous end of the U-shaped dildo into my cunt. I quivered at that naughty delight. “Mmm, that’s nice. Ooh, I am going to fuck you so hard.”

“Fuck me, Mistress Moira,” Anahita cooed. She seated the dildo all the way in me. The base pressed on my clit and its naughty piercing. A shudder ran through me. “Fuck me so hard.”

She turned on her hands and knees, bending over and thrusting that plump rump at me. Ms. Rayne’s succulent ass ... What a treat for me to witness naked. I was so glad that I had figured out she was a succubus.

That made this so wild.

I slapped my dildo down on her rump, shifting the other end around inside of me. It massaged my pussy walls and rubbed against my clit. I shuddered in delight, so eager to ram this into her. I would fuck her hard with it. Just make her gasp in delight.

I moved the dildo down to her pussy lips. She had a shaved cunt, of course. Just dripping with her pussy juices. I was so eager to fuck her. To just ram my futa-dick into her cunt and pound her hard. That would be just a treat.

I pressed the tip of my dildo into her cunt. She groaned as I did that. She whimpered as I pushed harder and harder on her snatch. Then she gasped as I rammed into her snatch. I groaned as the dildo massaged my cunt as it vanished into her hole.

“Oh, Mistress Moira,” she moaned, her head tossing. Her brassy hair swayed about her face. “That’s incredible. Ooh, I love that so much.”

“I bet you do,” I groaned, gripping her hips and pumping away at her. “You’re going to squeal on my dildo, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” she moaned as I fucked her. My clit burst with sparks. “Just explode, Mistress.”

“I plan on it!” I moaned, holding her hips tight and fucking her.

The bulbous end of the dildo shifted in my cunt. I loved how it moved in me, stimulating me. It was quite the delight. I groaned with each thrust into her twat. Each plunge into her cunt. It was fantastic to bury into her with all this force.

Her butt-cheeks jiggled with my every thrust. I groaned, loving the way the toy vanished into her shaved cunt. It was a fantastic treat to fuck her. The pressure built in my pussy with every thrust. I loved how that naughty toy massaged my juicy depths.

“Oh, that’s it,” purred as I fucked her. I buried into her again and again. “That’s just amazing. Yes, yes, I love this so much.”

“Good,” she groaned. “Ooh, make me cum, Mistress Moira. Make me cum with your toy.” I slammed hard into her. I churned her up. It was always a thrill to fuck a woman to orgasm. To make her explode with that delight. It was amazing to hear a woman squealing out her pleasure because I made her cum.

I had the skills.

The passion.

The big toy that melted her cunt and made her howl like a whore. I fucked the succubus hard. She moaned as she rocked back into my thrust. She had such a juicy pussy. Her cunt cream spilled around the toy every time I drew back.

I loved the way the shaft massages my pierced clit. Sparks flared every time I hammered her. I would make her just explode. It would be an awesome delight. I plowed into her again and again, my bud throbbing with delight.

My pussy clenched about the toy. The rounded end massaged my juicy depths as I thrust into her. She groaned as I fucked her. I buried into her again and again, my toy churning her up to a hot froth. I shuddered, tits jiggling.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she gasped. “Mistress! Fuck me! Pound me. I’m your naughty succubus slut! Use me!”

“Yes!” I gasped as I pounded into her cunt. I buried into her deep and hard. My clit burst with sparks, but I didn’t let myself cum. Not yet. “Fucking cum, you succubus-slut!”

“Yes!” she squealed.

Her pussy juices gushed out around the toy and splashed my thighs. I groaned and drove the toy into her writhing cunt. She shuddered and moaned, her head tossing from side to side as I let myself explode with bliss.

My pussy convulsed and writhed around the sex toy. I shuddered, the waves of rapture washing through me. I groaned, my small boobs quivering. It was incredible to ride this orgasmic delight. I whimpered, tossing my head from side to side.

Stars danced before my eyes. A wild wave of bliss blazed through me. I quivered through the delight, my moans mixing with Anahita’s. My succubus squealed out her passion while I whimpered out mine. I hit that wonderful peak.

“Yes, yes, you are going to make this such a delight,” I groaned. “Oh, yes, yes, you are! And there is something you have to do for me!”

“What?” she moaned as my pleasure died down.

“There’s a girl I need you to investigate. Find out her passions. What makes her tick.” I pulled my dildo out of her cunt. “Susannah Augustine. Go!”

“Yes, Mistress,” moaned Anahita. She melted into shadows that flowed from me and vanished into the darkness of my closet.

I threw myself on my bed, the dildo still in me. I shuddered, closed my eyes, and fell into sleep. My dreams were full of my brother and his amazing cock. I would have so much fun with him. Just have such a wild time.

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I was tired but also keyed up as I stepped out of the small bathroom attached to my bedroom. It was the other perk of living at this end of the trailer. There were two bathrooms. The main one and the small one for this bedroom.

“Oh, you are looking sharp, Master,” Nisha said as I stepped out in my suit. I wore a black pair of slacks with a matching jacket. A light-blue shirt with a dark-blue tie that had thin strips of red in it. “You are a handsome stud.”

“Thank you,” I said and pushed open the door.

“Sup, big bro,” said Moira. She was lying on the couch, her head resting on a pillow. She wore a long t-shirt.

“What are you doing conscious so early on a Sunday?” I asked.

“Oh, well, I just thought I’d mention something I know about your little reverend’s daughter you want to have for your wife,” she said. “Angels. She likes angels.”

Nisha’s head twisted to the side. “Interesting. Very, very interesting. Yes, yes, I think there is a whisper of knowledge. I have to see this girl.”

Just then, my mother came out of the hallway and into the room wearing a white dress with pink flowers. It was something nice for Sunday church. She had a few of them that she rotated through. She turned around, presenting me the open back of her dress.

“Can you zip me, Lewis?” she said. The only one that I let call me by that name.

“Sure, Mom,” I said and drew up the zipper. Her black curls fell around the nape of her neck. She was much like my sister in appearance. A more mature and curvaceous Moira. And a much more mature one.

And a sadder one. There was always this pain lurking in her brown eyes thanks to my asshole dad running off. Drunk dick deserved what was coming to him.

“Thanks,” she said. She glanced at the couch, her expression hardening. But Moira was already asleep. Mother shook her head then said brightly, “Shall we? We don’t want to miss Reverend Augustine’s opening prayer.”

“Nope,” I said, eager to see his daughter. The first of my women I had to claim. But who were the others? They rattled in my mind as I headed out of the trailer with Mom.

Nisha was at my side, holding my arm, unseen. She had clothed herself in a somber, dark-red dress that looked lovely with her brown complexion. My thought-form was a treat. I was glad that I had summoned her.

She strolled at my side to the car. I was driving, of course. Mom was old-fashioned that way. The moment I got my driver’s license, she insisted that I drive. I was more than happy to do it. I climbed into the car.

Susannah liked angels. I supposed that wasn’t surprising. She was the pure daughter of the reverend. She had not a dirty thought in her. She was so wonderfully chaste. She was the perfect wife to show the world.

The perfect woman to hide my acts behind. Who would ever think she would be involved in anything sordid? She would vouch for me if any rumors spilled out. She would say with confidence she was with me.

She would be.

I would lead her into a path of carnal sin. If she was my submissive wife—and capturing her heart was one of the four I needed—then she would be delving into sins that her little brain could not even comprehend.

It was a rush.

We soon reached United Presbyterian of South Hill. The others were arriving. Men in their suits, women in their dresses, the children forced to wear clothes I knew they hated. I stepped out, Nisha flowing out of the car.

I held my bible in my right hand. It was well worn. I had read it from cover to cover. Delved into its passages. There was much wisdom to be gleaned from it. How to appear virtuous. The pious things to say. It was a good book for any to study.

I headed up the stairs, nodding to the members of the congregation. I was an usher, of course. It was something young, responsible men did. I stepped into the church and found Susannah and her mother, Mrs. Augustine, handing out the morning’s worship guide.

When Susannah saw me, her face lit up. Framed by ringlets of blonde hair, she had angelic features. Delicate cheekbones. Blue eyes the color of the sky. She quivered there, her cheeks going cherry red with her delight.

“Zach!” she gushed as she thrust out her program to me. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

“Me, too,” I said at her, smiling and taking one. “You look lovely today.”

She squirmed in the light-blue dress she wore. It was girlish and modest. “Oh, thank you. It’s a new one. I really like it. You think it’s good?”

“I do.”

She tittered, breathing faster. Her mother, on the other side of the entrance, wore an amused smile. Her blue eyes flicked over me in my suit, sizing me up to see if I was worthy of her daughter. I nodded politely to her.

“My, my,” said Nisha. “I think the angel thing might be the right way to go with her. She’s quite the ... faithful thing. She is suppressing her desires big time.”

“What else do you know about her?” I asked as Mom was distracted by one of her friends.

“I’ll have to get a more ... intimate examination of her.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll have to merge with her. It’s not sexual.”

“Pity.” Then I smiled as Mr. Burke, one of the deacons, came up to me. I thrust out my hand and shook it.

He had a powerful grip, but so did I. Nisha moved beside me as I greeted everyone I could. I complimented them, talked about whatever inane topic came up. I shook the preacher’s hand, feeling his daughter staring at me the entire time.

Then it was time for service to begin. Susannah sat beside me with my mother on the other side. Nisha melted into her, sitting in Susannah’s space. The girl squirmed and looked around like she had felt something.

I didn’t see what Nisha was doing to her. Susannah bit her lip as she struggled to control her fidgeting. I smiled at her. She blushed in such a pretty way as her father, Reverend Augustine took to the pulpit to lead the congregation in opening prayer.

Heads bowed. I did the same, closing my eyes. I was so excited to figure out how to win the soul of the girl beside me. She wore a light perfume. Flowery and innocent that tickled my nose. I yearned to soil her

It was an exciting idea.

After opening prayers, there were some announcements, some singing, then I rose to do my usher duties. Communion time. Prayers were said as the communion trays were passed around from row to row. Then the collection basket was passed around.

I dropped some money in, of course.

I sat back down as it was sermon time. Nisha was still in my darling Susannah. I was so curious. My heart was beating as the sermon was on salvation. How no good deeds were enough. It didn’t matter how many you did. You had to believe in Jesus Christ.

I nodded with the others. Opened my bible to the passages being read. I looked devout and devoted, playing my part. Then the sermon was over. A little more singing while those who had prayer requests delivered them to the reverend.

Then came the closing prayer.

The moment it was over, the church erupted in conversation. Everyone was chatting, a sense of community. I smiled at Susannah. “A great sermon from your father. Always a stirring thing to hear, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yes,” she said, her eyes shining up at me. They were entrancing. She had rosy cheeks and this wholesome cast to her like she never had a sinful thought. “He always delivers such good sermons. I know them all, I think.”

“Perils of being a reverend’s daughter, huh?” I asked with a laugh.

She smiled. “I suppose. But that’s fine. They’re all so wonderful.”

“What are your favorite?” I asked her.

“Oh, ones on angels.” She quivered. “They’re messengers of the Lord. They bring His word to the faithful and the unbelievers alike. Good things eventually happen to those who listen to them, but when they don’t...”

“Lot’s wife turns into a pillar of salt,” I suggested.

“Exactly,” she said.

“Hello, Zach,” a woman said behind me.

I turned to find Mrs. Augustine there. She had the same round face and warm smile as her daughter, her blue eyes nearly as enchanting. She wore a light-blue dress that did little to hide her ample figure.

“Did you enjoy the sermon?” she asked me.

“I did,” I said. “It was great.”

She flicked her eyes past me to her daughter. “Maybe you should come over some time. Maybe next Sunday for a luncheon?”

“Oh, yes, that would be wonderful,” Savannah gushed.

“Of course I would,” I said, smiling at Mrs. Augustine. By then I should have her daughter’s heart and soul. I would need to maintain that illusion that she was wholesome. Having lunch with her and her parents would be important. “Thank you for the invitation, Mrs. Augustine.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” she said. “Savannah is so fond of you. And you’re a good lad. Not like some of the boys. I wouldn’t trust more than a few of them with my daughter.”

I just smiled. She had no idea the levels of debauchery that I would drag her daughter into.

Then Nisha slid out of Savannah. My thought-form had this wicked gleam in her eyes. She knew something. I made some excuses and headed to the men’s room where I could talk with my tulpa and learn what she had uncovered.

Chapter Four