Incest/Taboo Don't Summon Me

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I let out a soft sigh, my thoughts lost to drifting memories

I sat in my study, my head back as I stared at nothing. Memories floated like bubbles caught in a celestial current. Time moved on as different moments painted my thoughts with lurid colors.

It had been a year since Nana was blessed and brought into the blood coven. For a month, my family and I enjoyed the sensual and lewd bonding of our bodies and minds. The intimacy left behind fevered memories of flesh and moans. I found myself smiling at the small drop of nostalgia as the parade of moments passed by my lost gaze.

It wasn't long after when Nana flew back to the states, Maine to be specific. I gave her a tremendous budget to ensure we had a new home, one strong and powerful enough to withstand what was to come from my ascension.

A small thought slithered into my dreamy aspirations, something Nana said early in her visit here. She said she could sense that the forces of good were aligning against us, against me. It wasn't enough to open the rifts. We had to ensure our future was secured.

Dark thoughts spilled into my mind's eye. I witnessed a future where the last six rifts were opened. The celestial balance would shift to the primal darkness. With time, societies would feel the dark dreams. Society would break down. Monsters would crawl from their dark places. Order would be shattered. No one would be spared from the madness to come, expect those chosen by me.

My gaze twitched at the thought of ruling this world with god-like power. It would be my first step to a higher destiny. The dark gods are already pleased with me, with us. We have done what no one was willing to do. He cast aside fear and now we take what was promised. A world tipped into the primal dark.

My gaze fell, not in some kind of pity, but in one of stark contrast. All of this came about because I refused to allow the only woman I ever loved to remain dead. I summoned her back from the dead and we were rejoined. It opened my eyes to the possibilities. A depraved desire turned into a path to godhood.

I pictured my mother. Her beauty entranced me. Her needs equaled my own. We are high priest and high priestess to what was going to come, and it would be glorious.

A mad snicker slipped from my smirk. I was truly mad. Always had been. My lusts proved I could channel the dark gods into this world. My family never thought such perversions were taboo. No, it was normal for us to be affectionate. But now, everything is going to be different.

I lifted my hand before my eyes. Between my fingers, I weakened the fabric of reality with just a thought. The power of my Chaos Song was truly unmatched. With my mind and chaotic vibrations, I can weave reality into anything I want. When I used it, it weakened me, but also reality as well. The dark gods blessed me with this and many other abilities because they could taste victory. Just as I could taste it.

My small smirk and warping of reality melted away as I looked at the papers on my desk. Many letters were piled upon it, my father's side of the family sending their regrets they could not attend the Sacred Blessing.

I let out another sigh. All my mother's side of the family has joined me and bent their knee to my power. My father's side had not. The invitations were sent months earlier, but during those months after, letter after letter came back with regrets and excuses. Despite our many victories, my father's side still feared what is to come.

I turned to the desk and rested a hand on the letters. My finger tapped as I tried to make sense of their refusal. My father was a powerful mystic. He knew the ways of the arcane. Both sides of the family adored him, but when he vanished, it left a hole in our families. For a moment, I thought I could fill it, but it seems they're not ready for it, despite originally wanting to join me in this dark crusade.

My father could have tipped the balance, but I knew what he really wanted. He simply wanted to enjoy his power. He dwelled in his influence and power until he vanished. He then simply became a happy memory for many, except for me.

Now I stand at the cusp of a new dark world and my family on my father's side has essentially said, "No thanks!"

I let out another mad snicker. Our rest is over. Time to continue our work.

I mentally searched the castle for my mother's mind. When I found her, she was staring out the window at the night's sky.

"Meet me in our bedroom," I said with a thought.

My mother nodded, turned, and walked out of the sitting room.

I stood up from my desk, walked around it and made for the door. I walked the corridors of our home and made my way to the sleeping wing. I was nearly to the double doors of my bedroom, when Aunty Violet stepped out of her room.

I stopped and looked at her. She was all smiles and wearing her typical purple dress.

"Gerald, I was just thinking about you," she said with a happy smile. "Well, I was actually thinking about your cock."

I couldn't hide my smile. I took her hand into mine and gently pulled her with me.

It was so strange that now my mom and aunts were the same sizes they were when they were alive. I was enjoying their seven-foot-tall heights.

I stepped into my bedchamber and was greeted with dim lights and my mother undressing. She slipped out of her white dress and let it fall to the floor. She turned slightly and her gaze held a sultry gleam.

I led Aunty Violet to the edge of the bed and let go of her. I glanced at my aunt pulling at her dress down from the shoulders.

I approached my naked mother and she turned fully to me. She looked up into my hungry wanting gaze as she pressed her naked large breasts to my chest.

"I can sense the tension in you," she said as her hands touched my hips.

I gave her a dark nod. "Dad's side has forsaken us, forsaken me. I want to talk for a little bit."

"Of course, my handsome son. Let's get you undressed so you can relax," Mom said with soothing words.

I began pulling off pieces of clothing as Mom slipped into bed.

When I was naked, I turned to Mom and Aunty Violet naked on the bed. Violet had her usual horny and hungry gaze. Mom looked at peace, but I could feel the stir of her own desires. Since the Blood Coven Ritual, we were all connected in some way.

I crawled onto the bed and over my mother. I laid on my back and sank a little into the puffy pillows and comfortable bed. Violet moved between my legs and laid on her stomach. She took my rock-hard member delicately in one hand as she kissed the side of the shaft.

My mother snuggled close to my side. They were both warm and my body relaxed. Mother and I watched as Violet gently kissed my cock for a long moment. When she parted her full lips and licked the tip, I let out a long exhale. She wrapped her lips around the tip and slowly sucked on me like I was her favorite candy.

"They fear you," my mother said plainly, referring to the other side of the family giving their regrets.

My aunt's soft lips ran up and down my cock. Her head bobbed with slow, loving power.

"It seems we need to entice some of them, and the others will follow," I said as pleasure ran up and down my manhood.

My mother snuggled closer as her hand touched my bare chest. She laid her head down beside my head as she kissed my cheek.

"I'm surprised your father's sisters didn't agree. Ivy and Misty always craved power. Well, Ivy still wants more. When Misty's son died, her lust for power died with him," my mother whispered.

I continued to watch my Aunt Violet suck my cock like she was trying to pull my soul through it. Her lips and mouth were clamped on my member as her head bobbed at a faster tempo. Tendrils of bliss ran along my entire body as I watched her do her masterful work. But memories washed over my bliss-addled mind. I remembered when Franklin was shot in a senseless robbery. Franklin liked to party, but never felt he needed any minders. It cost him his life as he laid bleeding on the sidewalk.

A drop of a thought bloomed bigger.

"I could bring Franklin back to her," I mentioned.

My mother ran a finger along my neck as she nibbled at my ear.

I continued, "I could offer what no one could do for her. Surely then she would take my blessing."

The thought of it pushed at my entire being. My cock thickened as I grunted. The moment surged deeper, my aunt drinking thick spurts of my come. She gulped it down, the very essence of my power making her stronger. She milked my cock with slow dips and gentle sucking. When she had every last drop, she slipped her lips off my cock and was on her knees.

Violet moved closer until her hips were over mine. My cock was still hard as she impaled herself on me. Her pussy was like a vice as she slid down to the hilt. There, she slowly bounced on me, her large tits moving with hypnotic power.

"Misty never lost her lust for life. Despite her son's death, she remained positive and happy. But even she has a dark side like the rest of us," Violet said as she rode my manhood.

"Do tell," I said with one of my hands grabbing her fleshy hip and enjoying her tight inner world.

Violet moved on me like she was drunk on my power. Her eyes fluttered as moans escaped her parted lips. Her tits bounced as she pressed her hand to mine on her hip.

"Aunty Misty likes young men in their twenties, the same age Franklin died. She uses them until the glow wears off. Then she tosses them away for another. She's always searching for a young man to love her like her son."

Violet's eyes took on an evil gleam as she looked at me with heat.

"She told me on one or more occasions how handsome you were. I could see it in her eyes. You and Franklin are very alike. Once she had a taste of you, she would be loyal, even if you couldn't bring back her son," Violet finished with a long moan.

My cock thickened as Violet's wet honey dripped down the shaft to the hilt.

"I could...ensure she arrives," Violet cooed like a succubus in the dark.

I simply nodded.

"Your Aunty Ivy may be another possibility. She is just like her brother, power hungry. She has two grown daughters whom I am sure she would want to protect. If we casually had them over, the three of them may be enticed to our side," my mother purred in my ear.

The word "casually" struck me. I had been going at this all wrong. To ask them to bend the knee and swallow my blessing was too much for them. We had to slowly convince them to be part of my coven. There would be no throne or trappings of power. We had to show them gently what the future will become. My power would grow with new members to the coven.

My cock thickened more and my aunt let out a long, loving moan. I could feel her orgasms shattering her very spirit as she humped my cock. Tension bled away as I saw a different way to bring the family together and open the rifts.

I groaned as ropes of come flooded my aunt's tight cunt. She moaned louder as honey and seed dripped from our connection.

Bliss rattled my nerves as I turned to my mother's loving gaze. "Convince Aunty Ivy to come here with her daughters. Tell her it is a casual meeting about the future, nothing more."

My mother nodded.

I turned to Violet who was still riding my member. "Convince Aunty Misty to come here. Mention what I can do for her, but tell her it is simply a casual meeting."

Violet nodded with half-closed eyes.

"Tell them they are free to come and go as they please," I said to my mom and aunt. "We have to show them our world, not with spectacle, but with familial grace."

"Yes," Violet moaned.

"Of course," my mother said.

I glanced down at my mother's tits. Her nipples were erect and before my gaze they dripped with black milk. I latched my lips to one and sucked. My mother held my head to her, cradling it as my aunt continued to bounce on my supernaturally hard dick.

Power welled into me as I continued to drink my mother's black milk. She moaned her love as I knew how I could change the world in one fell swoop.

The day was sunny and bright. I stood before the open door of the limo. The tarmac was clear as the stairs lowered from my private jet. I smiled brightly as my Aunty Ivy made her way down the stairs, her daughters in tow.

The wind picked up a little as I approached them. I was wearing a stylish white shirt and loose slacks. Casual shoes adorned my feet. I wasn't wearing any socks. The point I wanted to make was a relaxed appearance and demeanor. It took mother some back and forth to convince Aunty Ivy to come here and bring her daughters along. I could see the concern in her features, especially when she gave me a forced smile.

Aunty Ivy's daughters held mixed expressions. Her oldest, my cousin Lydia, had a bright gaze and happy smile. She looked excited to be here. The younger sister, my cousin Lenore, walked with her gaze to the side like she was lost in thought. That said, they are both beautiful grown women. My aunt had natural dark green hair. It was rare, but not unheard of in our family. Lydia had dark hair with a green lock stabbing out from the right temple. Lenore had pale green hair, but her eyes were a stark silver. It gave her an almost ethereal appearance as the trio approached.

"Aunty Ivy!" I said with enthusiasm as I embraced her.

My aunt stiffened before she relaxed into the embrace. When we parted, I greeted Lydia and Lenore with a small bow.

"Welcome back to the homeland," I said with a warm smile.

"It's good to be back," Ivy said with guarded poise.

I drank in the beauty of the three of them. The women of both sides of the family were truly blessed in looks and bodies. My cousins had ample breasts, but my aunt carried larger breasts that defied gravity. My inner mind licked its lips at the thought of sucking on them.

"Where's Aunty Misty?" I asked with feigned surprise.

"GERALD! GERALD!" shouted a busty woman from the plane entrance.

I lifted my gaze to the plane and my smile widened. Aunty Misty was waving to me with one hand while she had a drink in the other. Even at a distance, she was as bubbly as ever. I could safely say she was the most positive and loving woman in the entire family, despite the tragedy of her late son's death. No one knew how a person could be so loving and positive, yet, there she was, coming down the steps of the plane ramp, her breasts bouncing with each step as her drink sloshed around in its glass. When she reached the tarmac, she ran to me as her breasts bounced in all directions.

Aunty Ivy and my cousins parted as Misty ran to my open arms and embraced me tightly. She smelled of vanilla and liquor. Her hug was long as she whispered loving greetings into my ear. I heard her drink splash on the ground behind me and I found it difficult to hide my grin.

Misty pulled back with happy eyes. "My handsome nephew! How long has it been?"

"Too long," I said, keeping my grin.

She looked me up and down like a piece of meat. "You have grown. Dare I say, you look good enough to eat."

"Misty!" Ivy nearly shouted.

"Maybe a nibble," Misty said, ignoring her sister.

"Maybe," I winked and she let out a happy giggle.

"Nephew, I do believe we are here for holiday and maybe some discussions?" Ivy interjected.

"Yes, of course. My man Harold will handle your luggage. We can sit and have some drinks before we drive to the castle."

"Yes, I would love a few more drinks since I spilled mine," Misty said and followed with a haughty laugh.

Before I could say anything further, Aunty Misty rushed to the limo and stepped in. I could see her open the liquor cabinet and grabbed a glass.

Ivy rolled her eyes. Lydia snickered. Lenore looked away, not caring for any of it.

I held my hand out to them and bowed a little. The trio made for the car and stepped in one by one.

Inside, we all sat across from each other. I sat on one side. Ivy and her daughters sat toward the back. Misty sat in a lone seat by the small limo bar. She poured herself two drinks and started sipping on one without a word.

Aunty Ivy on the other hand, looked at me like she was trying to find the right words to speak to me.

I decided to head her off at the pass. "I know this all may seem a little disconcerting, but my intentions are true. I only want you all to have a long rest and maybe talk a little about the future."

Aunty Ivy stared at me, her gaze drinking in my every inflection and eye movement. She was trying to decipher me in some way.

"I don't wish to start off this holiday on the wrong foot, but your first letter came off like madness had consumed you. To invite us all to a ceremony of some sacred blessing, and not telling us much more was enough to give pause."

My aunty was known to be very direct. "And for that, I must apologize. I didn't mean to be so bold. I understand how unusual it must be, after all this time, to suddenly drop everything and come to the castle. I was wrong, and I wish to make it up to you."

I leaned forward, elbows on knees. "I am truly happy you are here. I know on father's side, they have looked to you for leadership since his disappearance. That is why I wanted you to come here to enjoy a visit and relax. We can talk, or not talk. It is up to you."

Ivy looked at me for a moment, and gave me a small nod.

Misty spoke up with drink in hand, "Is it true, Rose, Lily, and Violet have come back from their graves?"

I nodded. "It is true. I used one of the dark rituals from the Book of Nyght. They have come back from the Dreamlands."

Lydia's eyes widened. "So, it is true, you have mastery over the dead!"

"Lydia!" Ivy scolded her daughter.

"No Mother, I will not be silent," Lydia said as she kept eye contact with me. Her hand touched Lenore's hand, the silent sister still looking away. "Lenore has a mystical affliction. She hears whispers of the dead. She sees them too. Their whispers torment her. You might be able to cure her?"

I heard the rumors about Lenore. She was always a quiet one, often staring at nothing. She was blessed with such a curse. Lydia just gave away why they truly came here. If they know I gained more power, I might be able to cure her. I could use this.

"Nephew," Aunty Ivy said with sad eyes. "We have heard rumors about your growing power. I wanted to wait until later to speak in private, but it would seem our purpose here is clear. We need assistance with Lenore's gift. If you can help us, we might consider your former proposal."

I gave my aunt and cousins a small, agreeable nod. "No need to consider the former proposal. I would gladly cure or help Lenore control her gift. There is no repayment needed in any form."

Aunty Ivy's eyes widened a hair in surprise.

I continued with a warm smile, "We can discuss so much more back at the castle. I do wish to make myself clear, you're all here to relax. I don't want the stress of deals to take a toll on any of you. We're family and that is the strongest bond of all."

I could feel their surprise at my words, except for Aunty Misty. She eyed me like a cougar in heat.

"You have grown into quite a man, dear nephew," Misty said before she sipped her drink.

I simply gave her a devilish smile.

Harold stepped into the driver seat and started the limo.

I sat back in my seat. "Let's enjoy some spirits as we head home."

Everyone but Lenore nodded. My cousin with the silver-gray eyes turned her lost gaze to me. She stared into my eyes like she was gazing upon my soul. She then looked away again, silent as the dead.

Victoria took over the moment we reached the castle. She led my aunts and cousins away to show them to their rooms. As for me, I strolled along a corridor, my mind deep in thought.

Strategies and tactics filled my head, but so did desire. I was hungry all the time for the pleasures of the flesh, but I did need to keep it at bay and continue forming the plan. There were too many variables to consider, but if the shift to darkness was going to happen, there were still six portals to close. I also had to consider who, or what, may stop the shifting of balance.

Before Victoria led the family away, she quickly informed me that the rest of the family were in one of the sitting rooms. I thanked her before I made my way down a corridor and turned a corner. I approached a room and quickly opened the door. I stepped in to see heads turn to me and smiles bloomed.

The coven was sitting in comfortable chairs and couches, surrounding a low coffee table. On it were papers, maps, and drinks. The maps had red X's and small notes on them.

I walked over to an empty seat and sat down. My coven looked at me with adoring eyes and happy smiles.

"The visiting family are here. Victoria is showing them to their rooms. The only thing I want from us is casual demeanors. If they ask questions, answer them. Tell them anything except this plan."

Heads nodded in understanding.

"Alright, let's hear it," I said as Beth poured me a drink and handed it to me.

Theo spoke first. "Dana and I were able to speak to many of our contacts. We may be able to stoke some disorder, but it will be expensive."

"To truly make this plan work, there will have to be a budget of about fifty to a hundred million," Dana added.

I looked over to my mother, sitting to my right. "Do we have enough?"

My mother smiled as she nodded. "I went over the finances. We can spare that amount, and a little more. I discussed a return on the investment."

"We can double it during the chaos," Theo added with a smile.

"Our important contacts understand what is needed in return. They will have their agents and contacts take advantage of the chaos. Over a year, once they fence what they gained, we will be cut in with a high percentage. Even if some decided to take advantage, we will still come out on top," Dana said.

Beth was close to me on the loveseat. Her hand was on my thigh, gently squeezing me.

I looked at my sister with hungry eyes before I simply nodded.

Beth let out a heated exhale. She slid down to her knees between my legs. Her eyes gleamed with lust as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my hardening member. She quickly engulfed it between her lips and began sucking.

No one batted an eyelash as they continued.

"Some of us will have to leave the castle for a time," Lily mentioned.

I put my hand on the back of Beth's head as her lips ran up and down my rigid cock.

"That is why our Beth is crucial for the plan," I said as a dreamy haze of bliss fell over my senses.

Beth's lips squeezed a little tighter as her tongue pushed my cock to the roof of her mouth.

I continued, "We are bound as a coven, and to a degree, we all share our power. This will mean the plan will work when everyone does their part."

I looked down on Beth, her head bobbing to a slow tempo. "As for our guests, I want their support but we don't need it. They may be useful if a certain event takes place. Afterwards, only then will they be crucial to bringing the family together."

I let out a little groan, my sister playfully sucking in a way to weaken my willpower.

"Until then, they are honored guests."

Beth upped the tempo and I couldn't hold back anymore. I grunted as thick ropes of come painted the back of her throat. My hungry sister drank it down and was rewarded with more. A heat glowed from my chest and up my neck. It was enough to arouse everyone present.

When I relaxed, Beth lazily sucked on my cock, milking every drop onto her tongue.

"Finding people to sacrifice should be the easy part. Locations may be tougher. Hire an elite security force. Everything will be as planned."

Heads nodded in agreement.

I looked down on my sister as she gently sucked on my half-hard cock. She looked up at me with innocent eyes and I couldn't hold back my smile.

"You are too good to me," I whispered.

My cock slipped from her lips and she gently wrapped her hand around it. She stroked me nice and slow, my cockhead against her cheek.

"I like to see you relaxed and happy," Beth whispered back.

I gave her a loving smile before I looked up at my gathered family. They all had some pink along their cheeks. Our souls were all connected, so I know they felt my orgasm in some way.

"Just because we have guests, doesn't mean we have to stop our usual activities. I think we do have to do our best to show them who we are. If you manage to speak to any of our guests while I'm not around, I will be sure to feel it along our connections. I will be there with you, listening, seeing, and feeling."

"We will ensure they enjoy their visit," Aunty Violet said with a gleam in her eyes.

"Good," I said as Beth continued to lick and stroke my cock. "Let's finish our planning before we enjoy ourselves. Also, don't be shy when family is around. They should see us as we are, not what we pretend to be."

Heads nodded in agreement.

I leaned back a little more as Beth took my cock between her lips again and gently sucked with closed eyes.​