Incest/Taboo Don't Summon Me

A weariness pulled on my spirit. The words and diagrams on the papers before me began to bleed together into a chaotic mess. I could barely make sense of all of it, and with a sliver of frustration, I lifted my head back and leaned it against the high-backed chair.

My study was warm, as the wind howled beyond the windows. The light was bright enough to read, but dim enough to help me relax. The last two years were a time of blood, dark magic, and sultry bonding, but I am getting ahead of myself.

Memories caressed my exhausted mind. I allowed myself to linger in their soothing waters, watching each moment as they unfolded.

After sacrificing the angel, Nina, and opening the second rift, I knew things had to escalate from there. Two of the sixteen rifts were opened. All sixteen were needed to shift the fate of the world, and draw it to the dark gods of the Dream Lands. I was chosen by the dark gods to carry out their will for a simple reason, I went beyond what most were willing to do. The Umbra family is well known for exploring the dark arts, and aiding in snuffing out the light that plagued this world. Many of them spent their time enjoying their work, but never truly attempted to shift fate.

When I summoned my mother from the great beyond, it was the first step in my path to change destiny. You see, the light was winning on our world, and of everyone in my family, or among the demons, dark creatures, and monsters, I was ready to heed the eldritch gods call, and make it my banner, and my purpose.

Not everything happened as one would think. My mother was filled with dark power, but it wasn't enough. She and I contacted some of my cousins, and with their help, we raised my mother's sisters from the beyond as well. We came together and became a blood coven. We shared our bodies, and our broken souls. We gained dark gifts, and used them to ensure our fate would bend to what we desired.

I lifted my hand and rubbed the bridge of my nose. It all seemed so simple just a few years ago. We traveled to different locations, acquired a sacrifice, killed them on a point where reality was weakest, and opened a rift. Each rift would allow power and corruption to seep into our world. It would draw others, and even lend them power.

Myself, and my family, traveled by private jet to many different locations. New York, Los Angeles, Johannesburg, and several others, were corrupted by our actions. In dark tunnels, or in abandon places, we hunted for sacrifices and ended their lives for the glory of the dark gods.

After the first two rifts, we opened eight more. Ten out of sixteen rifts were now open. When the remaining six are opened, our work will be completed. The dark gods would invade this world over the next few centuries, and then, our realm would fall to a new order.

I was often visited by the minions of the dark gods, praising my work. They promised me places to rule, and power to wield. I hungered for it, but with each sacrifice, and new rift, I yearned for a chance to rest. After the last one, I informed the blood coven that we would be returning to Castle Umbra, and take a long-deserved rest.

To the dark gods, time was almost meaningless. They cared not if it took a few years, or a million years, just as long as the work continued toward their goals. I understood this, and knew I had plenty of time to change the world.

I let my hand drop down to the leather armrest and let out a long sigh. We had only been back at Castle Umbra for a month, and letters had piled up from near and distant relatives about the work we had accomplished. Our bloodline carried those with the gift of dream seers. They witnessed in their dreams what my coven had accomplished, what I accomplished. Many of the letters were of those who wished to join our dark crusade. Now that we made progress, they all wanted a piece of it. I couldn't blame them. With my father long gone, the Umbra family was leaderless, rudderless. Taking my father's place, many were eager to aid our crusade. The time of great change was coming, and I was leading us to it.

My thoughts shifted to my coven. I was always fond of everyone who was part of it, but our new life grew deeper, more intimate. It went beyond simple taboo desire, but into a deepening love that no one would understand outside of our family.

I listened to the wind howling outside. We returned during winter. It was nice to simply relax after traveling for two years. It was our home, our sanctuary. Castle Umbra was not far from Dublin, deep in the fields and forests beyond the bustling city. Ancient magic filled the land, making it easier to hide from those who hunted us. The gods of light were not idle over the last few years. They hunted us at every turn. We had a few harrowing battles, but were victorious in the end. Despite our power, a paranoid mood took root. I despised it as we looked over our shoulders with each new venture. No, my body and my mind needed a long rest. My coven needed a rest.

A yawn escaped my mouth. I then blinked, realizing I had lost track of time again. After sifting through letters from relatives, and maps of streets to the remaining cities we needed to open rifts in, I was exhausted. I was supposed to use this time to rest, but it's hard to slow down when you're trying to aid the dark gods in their hellish crusades.

I slowly stood up. I walked around my desk and toward the study door. I stepped out into the corridor, and was greeted with silence.

The castle was old, but thankfully, modernized many years ago. Castles can be drafty, but not Umbra castle. It had many modern, and near futuristic upgrades. There were plenty of rooms and chambers, enough to house a small army of people. I thought about inviting more relatives, and making them bend the knee, acknowledging me as their true high priest. But my thoughts drifted to everyone currently under this roof. I enjoyed the intimacy we all had, and was hesitant to bring others in. They would vie for my attention, but I only had eyes for the family I bonded with.

I walked along the desolate corridor. My body was haggard as I shuffled like one of the dead. My eyes were heavy as I made my way to the sleeping quarters wing.

As I stepped into a private corridor of the wing, I glanced at doors lining the right and left of me. Most were empty, but I did pass a few I knew some of my coven were sleeping in. Their doors were closed, but I knew they weren't locked. I could sense some minds sleeping, while a few were awake.

The bonding of the coven allowed me to feel their minds, and broken souls. I could control them, if I wished, but it was better to allow them all freewill. I wasn't a tyrant, but I do like control. Some of it was necessary because my mother and my aunts, had a difficult time controlling their darker impulses.

I woke from my thoughts as I felt two minds awake. I saw a partially opened door with a light on. I stepped to it, and peeked in. I couldn't hide my smile as my aunt Violet, had her son, Theo, trapped in her clutches. Theo looked at her with tired eyes, as his mother stroked his cock and licked the tip. They were both naked, my aunt on her stomach and elbows as she had her way.

"Again?" Theo whined.

Aunt Violet had a wicked smile as she nodded. She lowered her head and sucked on him. As much as Theo verbally protested, he didn't stop her. He put his hand on her head as her lips ran down his manhood.

My aunty Violet was the most promiscuous of her sisters. She enjoyed gangbangs and being treated like a toy. She had an insatiable appetite, Theo and I often having to have our way with her to truly make her happy. My cousin had come into his own, he and his mother healing their relationship. But now, their need for each other overpowered their reason.

A thought did invade my tired mind to join them. I knew aunty Violet would enjoy it, but there was another I wanted more.

I walked away from their doorway, hearing my cousin moan. I walked to the large door at the end of the corridor, the master bedchamber.

I opened the door and stepped into subdued darkness. A shaft of starlight filtered in through the window, giving just enough light for my eyes to adjust. I looked at the canopy bed, a figure just under heavy blankets.

A dreamy haze fell over me as I approached. I took hold of my clothes, pulling them off and letting them fall to the floor. I left a trail behind me until I was fully nude. I walked over to the side of the bed, and looked down.

My mother slept peacefully. She was on her back. Her long black hair was splayed around her head and shoulders. She was partially covered in her long nightgown. Large breasts continued to struggle against the gown top, trying to be free. She appeared peaceful, sleeping like the dead. Even in the starlight, I could see her ruby red lips contrasted against her pale skin. She was always beautiful, but every time I saw her, she took my breath away.

Because of the dark power that brought her back from the Dream Lands, she was still seven-feet-tall. She was almost a foot taller than me, but it didn't matter. We saw each other for who we were, two broken souls there for each other. My cock grew hard just looking at her, the shaft fighting gravity's pull.

Her eyes opened. She looked up at me, a loving concern filling her gaze. She lifted her head slightly and a small smile bloomed.

"It's late," she whispered, and beckoned me with her hand to come to bed.

I simply slipped into bed, my mother putting the blanket over me and pulling me to her bosom.

I snuggled close, my face between her deep cleavage. I didn't hide my arousal, pressing it to her. She was warm as she writhed a little against me. My hand touched her covered hip. Fingers curled with fabric, and I pulled it up. When the gown was pulled to her waist, I let go and let my hand explore. Her thighs were always so inviting. They parted to my touch, letting my fingers linger on her tender, inner thighs.

"You have been working too hard," my mother whispered.

I said nothing as my fingers touched her womanhood. Wetness greeted me, and my fingers played with budding lips for a short time, before I touched her clit.

A warm sigh dripped from her lips as she closed her eyes. I could feel her hunger growing. She needed me, wanted me. I could never say no. I always wanted to feed her. She needed my seed to stay herself, or she would turn into a monster that craved blood and meat. Some would say what we have is depraved, but we saw it as a loving relationship where we took care of each other in many different ways.

Her hand touched my cock. It jumped to her touch, eager for more. Fingers coiled around it and she gently stroked me.

"Do you like it when I touch you?" my mother asked.

"I do, every time," I whispered back, enjoying her touch.

"What can I do to ease your tension?" she asked as she kept me close.

"Just love me," I said before I licked at her warm cleavage.

My mother gave me a wry smile. "I always love you, my handsome son."

Her hips moved to my touch, rubbing her clit and pussy against my fingers. Wetness continued to spill. I could sense her hunger growing deeper.

She let go of my cock and partially sat up on her side. Shadows moved under the blanket. I could feel them, sense them. They took hold of her gown and gently pulled. Before my eyes, her gown slipped off her shoulders, and flowed down the length of her voluptuous body. Her large tits slipped out. The gown flowed down until it vanished in the darkness under the blankets.

"Sit up and lean against the headboard," my mother instructed.

I did as she asked. I sat up and rested my back against the headboard. My cock was standing straight up as she looked at it with hungry eyes. She shifted her dark gaze to my eyes, the darkness receding and her love glowing.

"I love the taste of your cock in my mouth. I often dream of it," she said before lowering her lips and kissing the shaft.

"I love when I lick your pussy. I like feeling your thighs tremble against the sides of my head."

Her smile bloomed before she closed her plump lips around my cock. The tension instantly bled away as her head bobbed slowly, her tongue licking the shaft.

Over the last few years, I couldn't get enough of her. Even now, I never wanted her to stop. Her lips were perfect, sliding along my shaft. She knew just how to suck on me, but sometimes, my own demons would whisper vile, lewd things. She never denied me, but there were times I wished she would. Maybe it was new game we could play? Maybe it was a game the entire coven could play?

My mother dragged her lips up my cock to the tip. She suckled on it before letting go with her lips. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking me as she looked up to me.

"I can sense your thoughts. You seek different ways we can love, or fuck each other," she said like a beautiful night demon.

"Mom, I love everything about our relationship, but I always want more," I confessed.

She moved up a little, my cock between her large, full breasts. She licked the head before moving a little, gently stroking my cock with her tits.

"Talk to me. I'm here to listen."

I fought through the distraction of my cock between her warm tits. There were still things on my mind, and I thought it better to speak on them instead of keeping them to myself.

"We need allies for what is to come. I have held off having more of the family come here, because I felt it would take my attention away from you, and our coven."

My mother let out a small moan as she rubbed my cock. "I understand, but you needn't worry. I will always be here. So will your aunts, and your cousins."

I nodded as I touched her cheek with the back of my fingers.

"I have not sent responses to Dad's side of the family, or other distant relations. They are eager to join our crusade, but I have spent little time with them. I'm not sure what to expect."

My mother cooed as she rocked a little more. "They will kneel and do as you wish. Your father was a virile man. He fucked anyone one he liked. It was one of the things I loved about him, but after having you, he is a shadow to what we have.

"I simply want you to be happy. I know the last two years have been stressful, but you don't have to carry this burden any longer. You can appoint priests, or priestesses. They will follow your every command, like we do here.

"Our bond is deep. So deep that I know no one can steal you away from me. The elder gods have blessed our bond. We have something no one can touch. I encourage you to do as you please."

Her understanding tone shifted into a wicked smirk. "And if you need me to deny you, so you must fight harder for my affections, I will do it for you. I love seeing your hunger. I also love the look of satisfaction when you come on my face, or my tits."

"You...understand me," I said as the mood sank deeper into me.

My hips moved to her rhythm. I was getting close, like I always did when we spoke to each other. The bond between us glowed hot as my rigid cock moved against her warm flesh.

"That's it. Come for mom. Show me how much you love me," my mother cooed.

I lost what little control I had and grunted. Thick spurts struck my mother's chin and onto my stomach. She continued to stroke my cock with her tits, milking it as my hips moved. It seemed endless as more white come splashed on me. Some dripped down her cleavage.

"So much love," she hissed before her tongue snaked out and she began to lick it off my skin.

I huffed a little, my cock half-hard. My mind and thoughts began to clear as my mother licked at me like some mongrel beast. She scooped it up with her tongue and moaned at the taste.

An idea formed as I watched my mother lick thick come off my skin.

"Mom, I want to preserve these moments. I want to watch, and share them. You're so beautiful, and I think about you all the time. I know I can do whatever I wish, but sometimes, I feel, I need to be put in my place, by you, and only you. I need a proper rest. Everyone else would bow to me, but for a time, I only want you to tell me what to do. I trust you."

My mother's eyes filled with a loving gleam. She partially sat up and took my cock into her hand. She stroked it as she looked at me.

"Even the strongest of us need to be looked after. Of course, I will be very happy to take some of your burdens. As your high priestess, and your mother, I can be what you need me to be."

Her eyes took on an uncertain look. "But I don't understand what you mean by preserving our moments?"

It was my turn to give her a wicked smirk. "I want to record, and take pictures of our coven, in the throes of passion. I have taken a few of Beth sucking on my cock, and find myself looking at them from time to time."

My mother kept her dark smile as her eyes half-closed. "My perverted son, how I love your urges. There are a few relatives that love the practice of recording such trysts. I believe your aunt Violet has a few videos of herself. I don't know where they are, but I do remember hearing they were passed around to other family members, just like she was."

I blinked before I let out a chuckle. My mother laughed as she continued to stroke me.

"We can do that. When do you want to discuss this with the rest of the family coven?"

"Tomorrow morning, at breakfast," I said as the weight on my spirit began to lift.

My mother nodded. "I will lead the coven as you rest, relax, and enjoy yourself. When you're ready, I will turn leadership back over to you. But," she said before lowering her head and licking at my once again rigid cock, "in private, you will still lead the coven. Tell me anything that needs to be done, and I shall do it, for you."

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered with small relief.

My mom kept her wicked smile. "I'm still hungry. I need you to fuck me like the good son you are."

I curled forward and put my hands on her. I shoved her onto her back and was on top of her. We laughed before my cock slid into her tight slit. Laughter turned to moans as my manhood filled her with loving needs.

I sat at the head of the table, looking at my family with warm eyes. Everyone was up and excited for the new day. My mother sat to my right, her sister, Lily to her right. To my left, Aunt Violet sat, with Theo to the left her of her. Beth sat next to Theo, while Dana sat next to Lily. Plates were filled with a morning brunch of eggs, French toast, toast, juice, and fruit. My cousins ate most of it. Since my mother and her sisters weren't completely human anymore, they would only nibble on the food.

I listened as Violet and Theo whispered to each other and laughed. Beth and Dana talked to each other from across the table. My mother and aunty Lily talked quietly between themselves. It was nice, and relaxing. Despite all the dark magic, blood sacrifices, and fighting the agents of light, for the first time in two years, it felt like we were simply just being a close family.

Beth was talking as she glanced at me. When Dana began to talk, Beth smiled at me. Seeing my half-sister smiling was like a breath of fresh air. It was enough for me to speak about the temporary changes.

I stood up and looked at everyone. The murmur of conversation died down as everyone turned their full attention to me.

"It makes me very happy to have us home, together," I began. "I know a lot has happened in the last two years. I know we're all exhausted, and taking a much-needed break. That is why, for the time being, there will be some changes."

Everyone glanced at each other with concerned eyes. Only my mother looked at me with proud eyes.

I cleared my throat and continued, "I want us to properly rest. That is why, Rose will be leading the coven for the time being."

All eyes turned to her. My mother simply gave them a knowing smile.

I continued, "I am still the coven high priest, but I am passing my duties to my mother and high priestess. She has accepted to take this responsibly on, to ensure we all can rest before we resume with our work.

"There will be some coven and family business to attend to. I have received letters from other members of our family. They have heard of our victories, and now wish to join us. I don't mind if they are now taking us seriously. The more of them that bend to me, the better our dark crusade will continue. This will be something addressed soon."

"Oh, are we bringing back the family orgies?" Aunt Violet asked with a mischievous smile.

I couldn't hide my smile from her. "Only if you want them. Which leds me to something I want us to enjoy as we rest and relax."

I turned my attention back to everyone at the table. "This will be an extended holiday, for all of us. I want you all to enjoy your vices. Share them, make it special with our family, but there is something more I want.

"I want us to document our time together. We don't know what will happen when we return to opening rifts. We had a few close calls, and if any of us perish from a light bringer's blade, or magic, I want what we have to live beyond us.

"Early this morning, I set up our private server. Everyone will use their cellphones to record ourselves, and each other. It is networked for us only, and within the castle and surrounding grounds. I would thoroughly enjoy if we take advantage of it, and each other," I finished with a smirk.

Understanding washed over everyone present. They all looked at each other with warm, knowing eyes and smiles. I could feel the mood shift from a simple morning breakfast, to something lurid. It felt nice, seeing that everyone appeared to be in agreement.

Aunt Lily looked across the table to her sister. "Just like old times, Violet," she winked.

Aunty Violet sat back in her chair with a wicked smile. "Oh, how I adored those times. Some of Edward's brothers begged to record our trysts. They enjoyed our times together, and they had to tell me how much they came from watching those videos. I even watched a few of them while sucking their cocks."

Dana spoke up, "I made a few private movies. I'm happy to make ones for just us."

She then looked at Theo across the table. "I may need a slave to dominate."

Theo looked down and let out a nervous laugh.

Violet leaned close to her son, putting her hand on his crotch, and giving it a squeeze, while looking over to Dana

"We can make him squirm together. He will never say it, but I know he will love it," Violet laughed.

"Mother, I can speak for myself!" Theo said with a hard edge.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What do you have to say about Dana and I making you our toy?" Violet said while giving his bulge a squeeze.

Theo looked down again, heat radiating from his face. "I'll probably really like it."

Everyone at the table started to laugh.

I laughed so hard, the exhaustion I felt before grew lighter and lighter. I knew they would give it a chance, but I didn't expect this level of enthusiasm. It chased away the gloom of dark work, and brought us back together.

"I will monitor everything uploaded, and make it available to everyone here. I want us to be creative," I added.

Beth looked at me like she wanted to say something.

"Beth?" I asked.

"I know this is meant to help us relax, but what happens when family begins to arrive? Is this to be kept secret from them?"​