Incest/Taboo Family Secrets - New Orleans

"Don't you understand yet Edna: You and I are Samuel's now! Now clean his cock," Joan ordered, thrusting Edna's face into Samuel's crotch. "Go on, that's the cock you've been wanting isn't it?"

Edna was on Samuel's cock like a leech sucking blood from the body of its host. She felt her wife's hand on the back of her head, forcing her mouth further down Ira's cock. Her tongue darted out, running along his balls tasting her wife's juices that coated them. Gagging loudly as Joan forced Samuel's cock deeper down her throat. Saliva trailed after her when she was allowed to ease off his softening rod.

"See it doesn't feel good having something forced down your throat, now does it?" Joan asked, remembering the times Edna used to shove his cock down her throat when she used to be a man.

"N-no," Edna said weakly, trying to gather breath.

"Remember that when you try to force someone," Joan said sternly, placing her hands on her hips as she stared down at her.

"I understand," Edna nodded weakly, yet all the while her eyes glanced at Samuel's cock. Wondering how it would feel inside of her. She wasn't anywhere near full, but she wasn't starving for the magic they lived on either, as she was just a few minutes ago. Still she couldn't help but want to feel full on the magic they called to this world, like it appeared her wife was. She could see the slight glow of her aura. Her fingers curled along her thighs wondering how long they were going to punish her. Sighing inwardly knowing her punishment would be eternal. Yet she did hope eventually she could redeem herself in her family's eyes. Since Rick Crowder wasn't alive anymore, deep within her soul she knew she would forever be Edna Crowder. "Joan?" Edna whispered; her hands rubbed together as her bare thighs squeezed them. Her head bowed wondering what was going to happen to her child.

"What is it?"

"What's going to happen to my child?" Edna asked, looking up, tears forming in her eyes.

"You mean our child," Joan corrected. "He or she will know Samuel as his or her father. I will not let our child know what kind of man you once were."

"But... Can I see our baby?" Edna asked, trying not to break down. How she hated these newfound emotions. It made her feel so weak, so vulnerable as she looked up at Joan.

"Of course you can, how else are you going to feed our child?" Joan asked, arching an eyebrow. "I'll tell you how, by putting those new, perky tits to work." Her eyes flickered over as Samuel began to dress. "Sammy," she cooed sensuously, allowing his shoulder to rest between her breasts as she leaned into him. "You'll fuck your aunt always, yes?" Purring loudly in his ear before her tongue curled out bringing his earlobe to her lips. Where she sucked gently upon that little tag of flesh making Edna watch as she did.

"Oh?" Samuel peered at his aunt from the corner of his eye. "Enjoyed what you felt I take it?"

"Mmmhmm," Joan muttered, her breath hot in his ear as her hand ran down his chest. "Now I think you have two women eagerly waiting on you, don't you Sammy? You best not keep my sister and niece waiting any longer."

Samuel heard Edna asking Joan if she could stay the night as he walked down the hall. A smirk rose from his lips as his aunt forced her out, telling her to sleep with the children. Yet he couldn't think on that right now. He had more pressing matters to contend with - namely ensuring that Lola joined them and Labo's destruction. Too much rested on him to fail, his fists clenched, his nails cut into his skin knowing he wasn't going to allow his family to die, not now, not ever again. Exhaling as he neared the room Marie had lent them, shaking the thoughts from his mind. Tonight he wasn't going to worry about any of that. Tonight he was going to make love to the two women that had brought him into this world.

"Sammy?" Kelly said, pushing herself up on her left arm while holding the sheet to her chest. "We were worried you wouldn't be joining us," she said, with a knowing smirk.

"Do you honestly think I'd leave you all alone tonight?" Samuel asked, the fabric of his shirt slid up his chest as he undressed.

"Well, my sister does like to horde what I have claimed as mine," Charlotte said, resting her head in her hand as her elbow compressed her pillow. "Now come Samuel," her index finger beckoned him to line their bed, "and take care of the women who love you the most."

"With pleasure," Samuel said, throwing the covers over his body before slinking forward, kissing, licking, and nibbling his way towards Kelly's peach, all while his fingers were teasing Charlotte's womanhood.

"Sammy!" Kelly giggled loudly as his lips tickled her thigh. "Oh Sammy! That's it, your sister so needs to feel those lips," she moaned as Samuel's mouth wrapped around her mound.

"Mmm, tickle me with those fingers baby," Charlotte cooed, feeling the pads of his fingers dancing along her labia.

And so, the Herald and the women in his life spent the night wrapped around each other. Enjoying the feel of their bodies, the euphoria of becoming one with each other, as their bodies connected in that most primal way. When it was all over Kelly's and Charlotte's bodies collapsed after the multiple orgasms Samuel had given them. Wrapping their bodies around his, sighing contentedly as his fingers ran up their backs as they gently drifted to sleep in his arms.

"Lola says she'll be glad to entertain you," Marie said, setting down her phone once their call had ended. "So Samuel it seems our time is almost over," her eyes gazed longingly at him, "I do hope we get to see more of you and your family around here," Marie said, her finger ran along her lip, her emerald eyes lustered in her lustful desire of want.

"Well, the molding for the doorway is nearly complete the runes just need time to permeate the wood so it can hold the spell," Samuel said, a smirk raising the corner of his mouth knowing full well what was on her mind.

"Tell me," Marie cooed, resting her elbows on her desk. Her chin sitting lightly upon her interlocked fingers as she rubbed her thighs together. Wondering if Samuel knew what awaited him once they got to Lola's estate. "You wouldn't mind, if sometime late at night, I came strolling through that door and let you have your way with me... would you?" Marie asked, her words dripping with sin.

"No, are you going to miss me?" Samuel asked, in a teasing voice.

"Maybe," Marie said, her eyes glinting in the light, wondering if he was always this playful with his ladies. Leaning back, pushing her chair back so she could stand, her fingers skimmed along her desk as she walked around it. Her black skirt hugged her hips, the silk stockings hugging her toned legs matched her skirt. Her heels clicked along the wooden floorboards; her red blouse contoured to her shapely body. Enjoying the feel of his eyes on her, wondering if she could talk him into fathering a child with her. She could see how powerful his offspring would be, and over the years she had seen how her sister was joyous when and since Aurore was born; she wondered if she had wasted her life on leading her family and not having one of her own. Sliding into his lap, hoping Samuel liked the feel of her ass; giving it a little roll, wanting to feel that broad head poking at her starfish. "Samuel," Marie said softly, her finger lazily roamed up and down his chest as she pressed the side of her left breasts against his chest. "Can I see them?"

"See what?!"

"Your fangs," Marie whispered, feeling her cheeks heat as Samuel arched an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"I'm just curious," Marie said shyly, knowing what she was going to do once he did.

"I see," Samuel said, feeling his fangs descending on command. "Happy...?" His words were cut off as Marie shoved her tongue into his mouth. Her felt her pressing her tongue against his left fang. Her hands gripping his arms as his fang pierced her flesh. Feeling her blood dripping onto his tongue as hers rolled around his mouth.

Marie panted as she pulled away. Her body wanted more. It needed to feel his kiss. She needed to know if what legends they could determine as true were actually true or not. Tilting her head to the right, her fingers ran down her artery taunting Samuel with that blue pulsing vein.

"Samuel... let me feel it," Marie pleaded, glancing out the corner of her eye at him.

"You sure this is what you want?" Samuel asked, wondering if all the women in her household wanted to feel his kiss.

"Mmmhmm," Marie slyly nodded. Gooseflesh raced across her skin as she felt his hand on her left thigh. Heat flooded her body as she felt his breath on her neck. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt his fangs pierce her skin. Her thighs rubbed against his hand as his fingers danced up and down her labia. Her breathing grew rapid, her nipples began to harden, her womb quivered, her nails scraped up her skirt as she felt her body on the verge of cumming. "Oh god yes!" Marie softly cried as she felt her cream flooding her canal. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Samuel sank two fingers into her canal. Feeling those appendages wiggling within her, coating themselves in her hot cream. "Well, at least that myth was true," Marie thought to herself as she felt Samuel's tongue running along her neck.

Her body shuddered as Samuel pulled his fingers from her cunt. Her face heated as she watched Samuel sucking his fingers clean. "Why can't a man ever do that without being asked to?" she asked herself watching how Samuel enjoyed the taste of her pussy. A pang of jealousy burned in her mind at how lucky Kelly and Charlotte were to have Samuel all to themselves for so long. "I'm more than happy to let you have another taste if you ever need it," Marie whispered heatedly into his ear, knowing her words weren't strictly about the blood he had just drank. "Now come," her right hand ran down his left arm as she slowly rose from his lap, "it's quite the drive to Lola's family estate. We can discuss family matters and what responsibilities we will have once we are joined with your house," she said, gently pulling Samuel out of his seat. "And what the future high priestess of your sister family can do for the Herald of Hekatê," Marie purred lustfully as she led him out of her office.

The drive to Lola's estate was long and hot when Samuel's skin was exposed to the Louisiana summer sun. What he and Marie talked about was nothing more than rehashing what he had already told her. Although, Samuel had the suspicion that she just wanted to make small talk, doing her best at not focusing on the sexual desire he saw ebbing around her as she drove. That was something that wasn't hard to see with his eyes. Sighing once Marie's car drove under the centuries old cypress trees that were draped in light green Spanish moss that lined the old highway that led to Lola's home.

Samuel knew this would only get worse when his blood was fully taken over by his vampiric side. He wondered how he was going to function as her Herald once that happened. He doubted Hekatê would want a Herald that could only operate once the sun fell. Would that mean his time would soon be up? That she would choose another to take his place once the sun became too great for him to venture out? As he stared out the window, while it was unbearably hot, Samuel did have to say the country surroundings where pleasantly beautiful and hauntingly eerie at the same time. He could see why the vampires and witches sought out this place.

Looking down when Marie slipped her hand into his lap. Noticing how those fingers of hers would occasionally flex out running up and down his manhood. It kind of reminded him of how Magdalene had sneaked into the bathroom earlier that day while he was showering. Remembering how she was on her knees licking up and down the back of his cock, swirling her tongue around its head, slowly sinking down his length. Playing with her 32D breasts as her head rocked on his pole. Her light green eyes told him she was loving his cock gliding through her mouth as she wanted him to watch as her hands fondled her breasts. When she felt that he was about to cum she quickly pulled off, allowing his cock to spray her face in a shower of his cum. With the water pounding on her back, shaking her ass at him letting Samuel see how red her mound was. Eager for him to sink that dagger of his back into her wet, hot sheath.

"Fuck me Samuel, let me feel you again. Let my pussy milk your vampire cock, because I so want to cum all over it," Magdalene begged in a hungry need.

"Oh, can't get the fucking I gave you on the altar out of your mind, hmm?" Samuel asked, chuckling softly as Magdalene moaned as he ran his head through her heated labia.

"Mmmhmm, ever since that night I've wanted this." Magdalene's voice stuttered as Samuel eased his cock into her welcoming peach. "Eric can never match this feeling," she purred as Samuel sent his cock deep into her cunt.

"Oh? Have I ruined your marriage?" Samuel asked, that wasn't something he was trying to do.

"He won't care," Magdalene said, shaking her head. "He, his brother, and Michael are too busy fucking Edna to care about the wives they have pushed aside. So you just make sure you fuck me so well I forget all about that man," her light green eye peered through strands of her wet blonde hair as she looked back at him. "Oh fuck!" She squeaked, startled, as Samuel pulled her roughly back to the base of his root. "God, if Kelly or Charlotte ever get tired of you... promise me you'll give me the chance to sweep you off your feet," Magdalene said through heaving breaths.

"I'll keep it in mind," Samuel said with a smirk. Watching how his cum oozed out of her cunt as she sat on the floor of the shower in a daze as he wrapped his towel around his waist. He wondered if he was going to have to be on the lookout for an ambush by Ines as well. Not that he minded, she was a pleasant woman to be around, and her cunt was heavenly.

"Find something you like?" Samuel asked, returning his mind back to the present.

"Mmmhmm, a nice hard, yummy, stout cock that I think wants to feel my pussy wrapped back around it," Marie said, shooting Samuel a coy smile.

"Maybe," Samuel said, drawing out the word.

"You know if it wasn't so damn hot and humid outside right now, I'd pull this car over and make you fuck me on the hood before we got to Lola's," Marie said, her hand gently stroking his rod through his pants no longer playing coy.

"Promises, promises," Samuel teased.

"What?! I would!" Marie chuckled playing along with his teasing manner. She was so going to miss him once he and the others left. That was until Samuel could get the doorway operational on his end. Then there would be no stopping her from crossing that threshold whenever she wanted. From what she had seen the way Magdalene had been eyeing Samuel all through their meeting when he brought Nimue to her house; she knew she wasn't the only one hunting after him. Before Samuel had come to her office, she had heard her half-sister muttering to herself about how she was going to get Samuel alone long enough to scratch the itch she had. It was her own itch that Marie was hoping to get scratched here in a few minutes as the red, clay tile roof of Lola's ancestral home came into view.

A half a dozen chimneys lined that centuries old home capped in bright white brick. It's three foot thick brick walls once helped to keep the massive home cool in the summer heat in days gone by, while that was still true to this day, it was more of a decoration than any form of cooling since Lola's forefather's had retrofitted the house to run modern cooling systems. It's quarter acre footprint and two stories could house legions within its walls, which, oddly enough, had served as such during the Civil War, when Benjamin Butler captured New Orleans. Its forest green shutters showed a fresh coat of paint along their wooden surfaces. English Ivy crept up the brick facing. Neo-gothic columns stood proudly, inviting guests to walk beside their towering strength before being welcomed into that grand home. White crushed oyster shells lined the wide lane that could house two cars passing each other with ease. A small circle of greenery was an island unto itself: housing a single cherry tree with multiple flowering plants beneath it, decorative grasses ringed that small oasis, as the driveway looped around it.

Small popping sounds greeted Samuel as the tires slowly rolled over those crushed shells. Samuel turned his head in time to see fifty people filing out of that expansive mansion. The smallest lining the first step, the second oldest the second, the teenagers the third, and lastly the adults stood proud behind their children. Leaving only a space wide enough for him and Marie to walk up. Lola stood at the center; her teal dress swayed in undulating waves as her brown eyes stared warmly and welcomingly at their car. Her midnight black hair was held high against the back of her head. Her caramel skin had a slightly dark tint to it as if she had spent some time bathing under the southern sun. Yet Samuel's eyes went back to the little girl that looked just like his mother when she was going through her treatments.

"Time for us to go meet and greet," Marie said, smiling sweetly at him, getting one last squeeze of his cock before her left hand pulled on the door latch.

His eyes roamed over that group, knowing the defense of Marie's house was going to depend on them and his family while he dealt with Labo. While he could feel their combined magical power they were nowhere near as strong as that voodoo woman. Samuel chalked that up to their nonuse of enslaved spirits to do their bidding. Which he found oddly pleasing. The shells crunched beneath his feet as he slid out of the car. Trying not to squint at the harsh light of the mid-morning sun. Knowing he was going to have to get a pair of the darkest sunglasses he could find. His glowing cobalt eyes watched as Lola, with the grace of a southern bell, sauntered down the steps to formally greet them.

"Greetings cousin," Lola said greeting Marie. "Everyone I want you all to meet Samuel, the Herald of Hekatê, the man I told you all about when I returned from watching that very interesting ritual," her voice broadcasting her words, her eyes shimmering in amusement as she stared at him. "Welcome to my home Samuel," Lola said, holding out her hand to him.

"Thank you for seeing me so quickly," Samuel said, keeping a check on his strength. He didn't want to end up breaking her hand on their first meeting. His head snapping to his left as the little girl doubled over in a fit of coughing. He knew that look all too well when the girl pulled her hands away. His mother wore that same look when she first started coughing up blood. He too could see the worry in Lola's eyes as they watched the girl's parents trying to comfort her. "Would you mind if I..." Samuel nodded over to the girl.

"Do you honestly think you can do something for her?" Lola asked, not wanting to give her brother false hope.

"Yes," Samuel said, in all seriousness. His eyes glowing brighter in his determination. He knew how devastating it was to watch the one you love waste away when you couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. That was something he never wanted anyone to ever experience, especially when it was a child.

"Then please, do whatever you can for little Christine," Lola whispered her plea.

With a nod Samuel left Marie with Lola. He could feel all their eyes on him as he approached that sickly girl. Kneeling down in front of the girl, glancing up at her parents then down to the splattered blood that marred her hand.

"Hey there, I'm Samuel," he said, smiling sweetly at her. "Want to see some magic?" Samuel asked, his eyes warmed as Christine weakly nodded. "Watch," waving his left hand over hers removing the sign of her illness from existence. His heart nearly broke when it took so much effort for her to simply smile. "Would you mind if I healed her?" Samuel asked, looking up at her parents.

"What?! How can you do such a thing when we have tried everything we know?" Wade asked, his dark brown eyes stared down at the strange man in front of his daughter.

"Because I know magics that have been lost to the sands of time for I am her Herald," Samuel said, as politely as he could. "Trust in me, I will heal your daughter." The fires of his resolve burned brightly in his eyes.

"Please do something for our daughter!" Trista said, laying a steadying hand on her daughter's left shoulder. Her eyes pleaded with Samuel to save her only child.

"Be at ease, I will not harm you," Samuel said softly, looking directly into Christine's eyes.

"O-okay," Christine whispered. Wondering how she could get eyes like his. Watching as he placed his left hand on her forehead, while his right rested on her chest. Christine stared in awe as she watched his azure aura suddenly flare into existence. She thought it was pretty as it cloaked his body.

Wade's head shot up as thunderheads rapidly formed, lightning violently arcing amongst those towering clouds. The trees swayed angrily as the wind picked up. Holding his wife close as they felt this strange man's magic sparking to life all around them. Then just as quickly as the elements roared to life they suddenly returned to their slumber. Trista gasped beside her husband as they watched a white holy glow replace the azure one that had been shrouding his body. Watching how it slowly migrated from his body to cover their daughter's.

"Mommy, I feel weird?!" Christine said, a tinge of fear creeping into her voice as she stared at her hands.

"Relax, the light is healing you, be brave just a little bit longer, okay?" Samuel said. "You can do that right? Be that strong girl for your parents once again?" Smiling warmly at her as Christine set her jaw and gave him a stout nod. "Woe to those who try to date her in the future," Samuel chuckled to himself. His eyes studied her as color started to return to her cheeks. Her breathing didn't sound as labored in his ears. Her heartbeat was growing steadily stronger as the tumor within it began to shrink.

"How long will this take?" Sighed a moody teenager behind Wade.

"It will take as long as it takes, now be silent David," Wade hissed at the boy two rows behind him.

Samuel heard the smack across the back of the boy's head. Smiling warmly as his keen hearing picked up how she was breathing easier than before. Closing his eyes pouring his magic into that holy light, feeling the lingering touches of her illness hanging on; but Samuel would not be deterred! He would heal Christine! Even if he had to stay there all night to do it. Slowly but surely that white glowing aura slowly rose up Christine's shins, up her thighs, along her chest before returning back to Samuel.

"That should do it for now, but I'll need to do another healing in an hour to make sure everything is gone. Once I'm confident everything is, your daughter will live a nice long, healthy life," Samuel said, looking up at her parents as he rose.

"Baby, how do you feel?" Wade asked, kneeling down beside his daughter. His hand rubbing lightly along her back.

"Are you lightheaded?" Trista asked, squatting down at Christine's left side. Her eyes studying her daughter's face, the way she was breathing, how her body seemed stronger than it has in months as she stood between them.

"No Mommy," Christine said, shaking her head. "It doesn't hurt to breath anymore. My heart isn't doing that thing either," she said, as she placed her hands over her heart feeling it's steady beat.

"No pain, or anything?!" Wade prayed. Prayed that this strange man could do what they themselves couldn't.

"No Daddy, I feel much better," Christine said, smiling sweetly at her father.

"And you say, you just need one more healing in an hour and our daughter will be healed?" Trista asked, looking up at Samuel. Praying that he wasn't some snake oil salesman preying on their desire to save their daughter.

"Yes, in one hour," Samuel said, with a stern nod. He so wasn't prepared for the crushing hug they threw around him. He also tried to hide the pain of using such a holy spell given what he was now. However, it was all worth it as that cute face of hers looked up at him. Samuel could see the childhood innocence still locked into those blue-green eyes of hers. He hoped that innocence would last for many years to come, yet he also knew Labo was still out there and posed a serious threat to them all. Although, that threat was soon to be put down... once and for all.

"Mommy," Christine cooed tugging on the hem of her mother's shirt.

"Yes sweetness, what is it?" Trista asked, looking down at her daughter.

"I'm hungry!" Christine cried out, her smile reaching those dazzling eyes of hers.

"Well then, how about we go fix that, hmm?" Trista reached down plucking her daughter from the ground holding her tightly to her chest. Breathing heavily into her neck silently thanking Samuel for saving their daughter. She and Wade didn't know how they would have lived without her. Now that wasn't even a thought they had to worry about anymore. Whatever this Samuel wanted from them, she and Wade were going to make sure the man got whatever he wanted. Whatever he asked for paled in comparison to the life of their only child.

"Yes please Samuel, why don't we all get out of this sun," Lola said, gesturing for Samuel to enter her home, while waving sweetly at her niece as Trista passed her. Ever since she was a child she had a gift of detecting the undead and spirits that haunted the bayou that surround her family's land. It had saved their family numerous times when less savory witches thought to subjugate her and her family years prior. While he wasn't fully one of the undead since Samuel had no trouble standing in the sun, and she saw no hint of him wishing to harm anyone when she was at that ritual of his. Still it piqued her curiosity as to why he would join them. Like Marie they knew of the vampires that inhabited the city, and just like Marie's, her family avoided them as much as they could, given Marie's family's past dealings with their kind. Reaching out her left hand, resting it in the nook of Samuel's elbow as the rest of her family filed into their home. Bringing up her right index and middle fingers to her lips, noticing how Marie stood on Samuel's left side. Muttering under her breath, modifying her wards to allow Samuel admittance to her home without him bursting into a giant ball of fire. "There that should allow you inside," Lola said, flashing Samuel a knowing smile.

"Come now Herald, did you think your secret was a secret from me?" Lola asked, trying not to smirk at his shocked look. "When you live long enough in a city inhabited by the undead you tend to notice the hints," she said, with a sly smirk as her left hand gently, seductively danced lightly down Samuel's back. "Fear not, I don't hold this against you. However, I would like to hear why you chose to become like this; if my family is to join yours, our families should have no secrets from one another," Lola said, hoping he took her words to heart.

The entrance to Lola's family home still held the grandeur of the days of yore when such grand balls were held within those stately manners. When hordes of maids' and butlers' would work tirelessly to keep the dust and grime from marring their employers' fine furniture. Now, however, where once numerous underlings would have seen to the cleaning of that grand house, magic-infused items wiped, polished, swept, dusted, and even took the garbage out working nonstop to keep that ancient home as pristine as the day it was built. Samuel watched as the enchanted items went about their work, noting how Lola's family paid them no mind. Then again, they were probably so used to seeing the sight that they never thought how marvelous it all was. Then the movie Fantasia popped into his mind knowing how disastrous it could become if the magic was left unchecked. Although, the thought of never having to wash a single dish again was highly appealing to him.

"Please, this way Samuel," Lola said warmly, directing Samuel towards the grand ballroom where they had turned it into an auditorium for the day so they could voice their questions. While she was indeed the head of her family, even she had to govern by the will of the majority. If she went against the wishes of her family then that could lead to her family's doom and expose them to the world of man. Even though there hadn't been a witch hunt in over four hundred years, that didn't necessarily mean mortal man wouldn't persecute them all over again. Lola wasn't about to be the cause of her family's downfall.

"After you Samuel," Marie cooed, shooting Samuel a coy, seductive smirk after she pushed the double doors of the ballroom open. Her emerald eyes dipped low savoring Samuel's ass as he passed her.

"Mmm, cousin," Lola whispered into Marie's right ear. "You did bring me something yummy," a hungry light glinted in her brown eyes as she pulled away.

"Just you wait until you feel his magic at work on your body," Marie whispered in want. Muttering to Lola at how many orgasms Samuel had given her and Ines. Watching the burning hunger turn into a licentious conflagration in her cousin's eyes.

"That many?!" Lola asked in stunned awe. She could feel her cunt throbbing eager to experience what he could actually do to a woman's body. Her cheeks were on fire as Samuel peered over his shoulder wearing a smirk that told them he heard everything as he moved to the center of the room. "We'll talk more later, alright?" Gently swaying her hips as she moved past Samuel, letting him see how her ass moved under her dress. Sharing a nod with Marie before taking her place on the throne that every head of the household has used since time immemorial.

"Now everyone please let us formally greet Samuel," Lola said, directing her family as her teal painted nails glistened in the light as the tips of her fingers dragged up the end of the armrest. Her eyes studying the man before her. Knowing how her family would, if chosen, wield such magic should Samuel pass into the next world. Her eyes glanced to the right as her brother rose from his seat. Noticing how Christine was nibbling on an apple strudel pastry. Pleased to see her niece's appetite returning. She knew how her lack of hunger had worried Wade and Trista. This one thing she could never repay Samuel for.

"Please don't take what I'm about to ask unkindly given what you have just done for me and my wife," Wade said, gesturing to Trista. "Yet the question remains: why come to us? What could we possibly have to offer someone who is obviously beyond powerful?"

"I might be powerful," Samuel said, looking over at Wade. "But I am only one man, and I can only do so much. I can't be everywhere at once, and with what is going to take place tonight I'll need all the hands I can get to protect my family and Marie's," he said, his hand waved to Marie as she sat off to the left of him.

"Samuel? What is it about tonight that you have planned for us?" Lola asked, her interest piqued by the serious look in his eyes.

"Tonight you become like me," Samuel said matter-of-factly. "That is if you and your family agree to this."

"Samuel, I thought you had to wait until the full moon for that?!" Marie asked, confused.

"For your family yes, that is true," Samuel nodded. "However, your family already has traces of sex magic within them, they," his hand waved around the room, "do not."

"Explain," Wade said, arching an eyebrow. "What do you mean by sex magic?"

"Hmm... how to explain," Samuel muttered, dropping his chin into his hand. "As my aunt tells it, my family can trace our origins back to the Golden Age of Greece. Where men and women of my line were priests and priestesses of the goddess Hekatê. Where, like all the others of her sect, they practiced magic, yet unlike them, my ancestors delved into the magic that surrounded sex. Over the years, it became so engrained in our very being we couldn't live without it. Which wasn't a problem back then when there were hordes of us around. Nevertheless, that all changed when the witch hunts began and well... my family, including me, are the last of the true sex witches on this planet. That is why Hekatê ordered me to travel to the south to re-forge her sect," Samuel said, gesturing once again at Marie. "But... a threat looms, a threat that cannot stand, she won't allow it."

"This she, you speak as if you're on speaking terms with a goddess?!" asked a very perplexed man that sat to the right of Samuel.

"I should be given how she's in my head twenty-four-seven."

"So if we agree to join you and Marie's family what would that mean for us?" asked a curious woman.

"Your every day life would go unchanged, albeit you will need to have sex at least once a day for the adults in the room and our magic can only be performed by those of the same sect. I don't think you all will have a problem with that," Samuel said, casting the group a coy smile. "Those below the age of eighteen won't have to worry about that until they come of age, then and only then must they feed on the well of magic that forms when a man and woman are joined. But this only pertains to your family," he said, his eyes falling on Lola. "Since I'll have to forge you all into sex witches if you agree to join us."

"What is this well you speak of Samuel?" Lola asked, curious as to what he meant. Never in all her years has she heard anything like it.

"It's were the arcane of our people's magic condenses and expands our world and feeds us life, however, every year thereafter, if you agree to join, you must re-forge your pact with Hekatê. If you fail to do this it means death, not just for you, but for everyone within your family," Samuel said, allowing the weight of their choice to fully set in. "However, the price is worth the reward that awaits you." His glowing cobalt eyes ran over the group. "That being said, if there comes a time when Hekatê calls upon me, where I lead you must follow; which in hindsight might not be now, or a year from now, but there will come a time and you must be ready. Other than that she is content with allowing you and your family to continue on as you are."

"Tell us Samuel, since there cannot be any secrets between us," Lola said, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority she held over her family. "Just how did you become... half undead?" Holding up her hand as her family began to speak out. They needed to know just who he was and why he became like this.

"Labo tried to kill me," Samuel sighed, wishing she had asked in private. "Thought she could use a zombie spell to make me hers. For reasons I won't go into... one: since I've agreed to keep what happened there secret and it really doesn't affect yours or Marie's family since I'm the only one involved. So with Nimue's intervention, this was the only way to save my life and to break the spell she attempted to put on me," he said, his hard eyes cut into Lola.

"This spell was it in response to how you humiliated her in front of her own people?" Lola asked, remembering their chat they had after the ritual she was invited to witness.

"I believe so," Samuel nodded.

"Why?!" asked a confused teenager off to his left.

"Because, compared to me, she is weak, and ambushing me was the only way she could hope to defeat me," Samuel said plainly. Looking down as tiny feet rushed along the floorboards as Christine ran to stand in front of him.

"Can I get eyes like yours?!" Christine asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Yeah, what is the deal with your eyes man, they're kind of creepy," said one of the teenage boys in the group.

"It comes with being the Herald of Hekatê," Samuel said, looking over at the boy. "So you like my eyes?" he asked, kneeling down, smiling warmly at Christine as she nodded vehemently. "Did you know that they're infused with the arcane?"

"Really?!" Christine was awestruck.

"Mmmhmm," Samuel nodded, "when she chose me as her Herald every cell of my body was and is saturated in raw arcane energy; which caused my eyes to become like this, they used to be brown. So how are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes studying her trying to see if he missed anything.

"I'm good, really good," Christine beamed at him. Doing a little twirl on the ball of her left foot.

Knowing the hour was nearly upon them, Samuel glanced at Christine's parents who nodded in understanding. "Now hold still for just a moment," Samuel said softly, reaching out placing his hands in the exact same position as before. Biting back the pain of using the same holy magic as it covered Christine's body. He could feel it burning at his vampiric cells as the minutes wore on.

"Samuel?!" Marie exclaimed nervously. Looking around the room as small orbs of light began to fill the room.

"Relax, they won't harm you if you don't touch them," Samuel said, not taking his focus off the task at hand no matter how much it hurt him.

"But what are..." Lola's voice grew still as the room grew dark and the only light was coming from those small floating orbs.

"Be at ease mortals." Hekatê's voice floated on the air.

"Samuel, what's the meaning of this?!" Lola asked, fearful that this was some sort of trap meant to harm or kill them. She rose from the throne preparing to defend her family.

"I told you to be at ease," Hekatê growled, forcing Lola back to her seat. Everyone, except Samuel and Christine, was glued to their seats as her translucent image appeared before Lola. The hood of her cloak draped down her face stopping at the tip of her nose. Her ruby lips curved into a smile as Samuel peered over the top of Christine's head. The black cloth ran down her chest allowing the sides of her bouncing breasts to be seen as she approached Christine's back. Christine's small head hid her naked womanhood from his eyes as Hekatê placed her hands on the girls shoulders. "Hello my Herald." Hekatê's voice was soft and sweet as the arcane ebbed and flowed around her form. "Such a sweet child you have chosen to save, and your pain is the cost of using such a spell," her lucent hand brushed along Christine's hair.

Samuel kept Christine's attention on him. He had no idea why she was here. This was only the second time she had actually shown herself in the real world. What could possibly bring her to the material realm? "I expect nothing less from my Herald. That is why I chose you before you were born," Hekatê cooed. As her hand moved from the crown to the back of Christine's head all pigment drained from her hair leaving snow-white locks in its place. "I couldn't ask for a better future high priestess," the goddess said as her image began to fade. "Soon Samuel, very soon the blood moon shall rise. Be sure to teach that woman that it's not wise to threaten my coven." Her voice was but a whisper that only Samuel's ears could pick up.

"Samuel?! Just what was that?!" Marie asked, trying to keep her body from trembling at what she and all the rest had felt.

"That was Hekatê," Samuel said matter-of-factly.

"And just what did she do to my daughter?!" Trista asked, her eyes frantic, her husband's hands on her shoulders as he kept her back. Knowing she couldn't interrupt the healing Samuel was performing on their daughter.​