Chapter 1

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Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I had made my first true step in conquering the world.

Susannah, the preacher’s daughter, was licking at my dick. After being visited by the “Angel”, Susannah thought that God wanted her to be my slut-wife. Of course, it wasn’t an angel that had appeared before her, but my twin sister. Moira was a witch.

And she had tamed a succubus. That was just wild. Moira had deduced my plans to take over the world.

After Susannah’s midnight visitor, she had snuck out of her parents’ house. She had come to my house to fulfill the angel’s command. To have sex with me. To consummate her marriage to me. We weren’t legally married.

But in Susannah’s heart, we were. And that was more than good enough.

I savored Susannah’s tongue licking at my cock. Then she nuzzled down to my hairy balls. She sucked one of my nuts into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, nibbling on it. That sent such a delicious thrill through me. My cock throbbed at her worship.

“The first one of them,” my thought form said. “And what a wanton, little slut she is.”

Nisha was invisible to Susannah. I had created the busty, dusky-skinned woman through sheer willpower. Tibetan monks could meditate their entire life and never create a thought form. They were limited by their lack of ambition and a withered drive to succeed. By killing all their worldly desires, they could not muster the focus and mental energy required to create a tulpa.

A thought form.

But I could. I had. And it was thanks to Nisha that I knew I needed four women for the dark ritual to give me the power I needed to conquer this world. The words to her prophecy echoed in my mind. Four hearts you need. Four loves who bleed with passion for your cause! The loving wife, devoted heart. The mistress bitch, dominance bound. The adulterous woman, marriage fraud. The motherly beauty, womb fertile. Four hearts you need. Four loves who bleed with passion for your cause! Next up was the “mistress bitch, dominance bound.” That was the only clue I had on this next girl. Or woman. I had no idea where to even look for her. But that was a problem for the morning. Right now, Susannah had her tongue swirling around the crown of my cock.

“Damn,” I groaned as she played with my dick. “I need to break in that final hole of yours. That asshole.”

Susannah lifted her head, her blue eyes focusing on mine. She swallowed but nodded. “I said I would do anything, and I meant it, Zach.”

“And she means that,” said Nisha. My thought form winked at me.

“Kneel on your hands and knees,” I told Susannah, pretending that I wasn’t hearing what Nisha said. She was invisible to everyone after all.

Though Moira knew about her.

Susannah did as she was told. She turned around on her hands and knees, her blonde hair spilling around her face. She wiggled her cute ass at me, her bush dripping with my cum and her cream. My dick throbbed as I stared at that brown rosebud peeking out between her butt-cheeks.

I grinned and pressed my cock into her crack. I slid it down and down until I found her wrinkled asshole. I loved the texture of her sphincter. She whimpered as I drilled the tip of my cock against her backdoor. Her anal ring widened and widened to take my cock.

But she was tight. Virginal tight. I gripped her hips as I slowly drilled against her resisting asshole. But it surrendered to me more and more. She moaned, her back arching. The texture of her sphincter slid over the crown of my cock as she slowly engulfed me. With a hard thrust, I buried into her bowels.

“Zach!” she gasped. “Oh, yes, you’re in my asshole, Zach! I’m submitting!”

“She was born to submit,” Nisha purred.

“Yes, you are,” I said, staring at Nisha. I hefted her boob, able to feel her like she was real. Like she had substance and wasn’t just a manifestation of my will. “You’re such a submissive slut.” “I am!” Susannah moaned as I drew back my cock, her bowels gripping me.

“Yes, she is, Master,” my thought form purred.

I squeezed Nisha’s tit as I slammed back into Susannah’s asshole. I massaged my thought form’s heavy boob as I plunged to the hilt in Susannah’s tight bowels. I pumped away at her anal sheath. She squeezed me with her velvety flesh as my balls smacked into her taint.

Susannah moaned and gasped as I buggered her. I pumped away at her asshole as I lifted Nisha’s large tit. I brought her fat nipple to my mouth and latched onto it. I suckled.

My thought form’s creamy breast milk gushed into my mouth.

It was incredible to taste her motherly milk. I love the sweet flavor with the cantaloupe-like aftertaste. The warmth melted through my mouth and then poured down my throat as I pumped my hips. I pistoned my dick in and out of Susannah’s asshole.

“Yes, yes, your cock feels so good in my butt!” Susannah moaned as I thrust away at her.

I just suckled on Nisha’s nipple, enjoying her breast milk as much as the tight, velvety grip of Susannah’s bowels. I pumped away at my wife, reveling in the texture of her asshole massaging the tip of my cock. It was incredible to enjoy as I nursed from my thought form’s fat nipple.

I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of Nisha’s creamy milk. It poured down my throat as I slammed my dick to the hilt in Susannah’s tight bowels. Every thrust into her asshole was heavenly. It built and built the ache at the tip of my dick.

“Oh, Zach, I am going to cum on your dick,” Susannah moaned.

I ripped my mouth from Nisha’s nipple and gasped, “Let me feel your asshole ripple around my dick!”

“Yes, my husband!”

I buried into Susannah’s tight bowels. Her velvety sheath clamped down hard as I drew back, my hands gripping her hips. Her head tossed, her blonde hair dancing through the air. As I plunged back into her, she squealed in delight. Her asshole writhed around my cock.

“Oh, yes!” she groaned as she climaxed.

Her anal sheath rippled about my dick as I thrust into her again and again. She suckled at me with her spasming bowels. The pressure in my nuts tightened as I fucked her back door hard. Her back arched and she squealed out her bliss.

“Cum in me!” she begged. “Please, please, Zach! You’re my husband!”

The pressure at the tip of my dick erupted.

I buried to the hilt in her bowels and fired my cum into her anal depths. I grunted and groaned with each blast of spunk that I fired from my cock. Rapture shot through my body and crashed into my thoughts. Stars dance before my eyes as I unloaded my jizz into her asshole.

Cumming was incredible. I loved every moment of spurting my jizz over and over into her convulsing bowels. Her velvety flesh milked my cock. My “wife” nursed at my dick with such abandon. She was such a wanton thing. Between my sister’s spells and her succubus’s lust, Susannah had been transformed into my personal whore.

“Yes, yes, you’re my wife!” I moaned as I spurted the last of my cum into her bowels.

“I am,” she breathed. “Oh, Zach, I want to stay here all night, but my parents will be suspicious if I’m not in my bed in the morning.”

“And we can’t have that,” I said. “You have to be the perfect girl, the perfect woman. I need you to be pure and wholesome in public. No one can know the depraved things I have you do for me in the bedroom. You’ll see what they’ll be.”

“I’m your slut,” Susannah purred. “I’ll do whatever you want.” She smiled at me. “It was so hot doing these naughty things, but I have to go.”

“Yes, yes, go,” I said. “I love you.” Did I love her? I liked her. But she did love me. I could see that in her eyes as she looked up at me.

“I love you, too,” she purred. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” She leaned up to kiss me, but I stopped her.

“You have cum on your lips,” I said. “I’ll see you at school. Go, get some rest. Be the perfect daughter. We don’t want your parents to be against us dating.”

“Oh, Mom loves you,” said Susannah. “You are coming over on Saturday for dinner?”

“Of course.” I smiled at her. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Susannah nodded. She rolled off the bed and grabbed the robe, the only things she wore. She put it on then slipped out of my bedroom. I heard her slipping through the living room of the single-wide that I lived in with my mom and twin sister.

The front door opened and closed. Footsteps crunched by. The car that Susannah took started up. Then she was backing up and was gone. I smiled up at Nisha. My thought form stared down at me with a big smile on her lips.

“That went well, Master,” she said. “Your sister’s plan worked. I don’t think we would have done it without her.”

“No,” I said. “Moira is a surprise for the plan, but I’m glad that we have her.” I stared up at Nisha’s big boobs. “But we’re going to have to find the three others.”

“They’re in your life. As soon as I’m close, I’ll know. That’s why you created me, Master.”

I reached up and cupped her breast. “That’s not the only reason I created you, Nisha. I need you for a lot of things. We’re going to do it. Take over the world.”

“It won’t be easy,” she said. “It’ll be costly. There’ll be pain. People will get hurt.”

“Change never comes easily,” I said. I was ready for the future. I was ready to seize it and make it mine. Everyone would know my name. They would all tremble in awe and fear of it.

I would rule this entire world. It was broken, and I would fix it. I would use every dark art, nasty trick, and demonic entity to accomplish it. If it took blood and pain to save this planet, then I would inflict it. I would be its savior and its destroyer.

“We’ll start looking for her at the school.” I glanced at Nisha. “So you be ready to find her. She must be a teacher. Someone who’s used to authority.”

“Maybe, Master,” she said. “Maybe.”

I lay my head on my pillow, closing my eyes. I had made the first steps. A long road stretched out before me, but summoning Nisha and claiming Susannah was just the beginning. Two little steps. But every journey was made of little steps. One after the other until you reach your destination.

I could see it in my mind. That future. It was out there. Shining so bright.

It filled my dreams with glory.

Susannah Augustine

I swallowed as I pulled the car into the driveway, the headlights off. I quickly turned off the engine before my parents woke up. Zach was very clear that I had to appear as their innocent and obedient daughter. They could never know I had snuck off to have carnal relations with my husband.

My pussy and asshole both ached. The angel had showered me in pussy cream. Zach had implied that there would be ... others. Other women? If he told me to eat another woman’s pussy, I do it. It would be so sinful, so wrong to say that my husband ordered me to do it.

And obeying Zach was like obeying the Lord.

I opened the door as softly as I could and climbed out. My stomach roiled as I shut it just as gently. I moved to the front door on the lawn to muffle my footsteps. Then I stepped with such care on the porch.

Wood creaked beneath me.

My heart burst into rapid beats. I cringed, expecting my father to wake up. I had to just keep moving. If I was inside, I could lie and say I was just getting a glass of water. Lying to my father was something I never usually did, but I had to deceive my parents.

I slipped inside the front door and closed it gently. I locked the deadbolt and set the keys in the bowl with the others. My heart pounded as I headed for the stairs. A door opened. I froze. Footsteps padded down the second-floor hallway.

Was I in trouble?

If I acted suspiciously, then I would be in trouble. So I climbed up the stairs boldly. Like I belonged here. The bathroom door opened and closed. I sighed in relief as I reached the second floor. A sliver of light spilled out from beneath the bathroom door.

I reach my bedroom door and opened it. I slipped inside and closed it. I leaned against the door and sighed. I had lost my virginity. I had been bathed in the pussy juices of an angel. I was married to Zach. I thought with a giddy giggle. I slipped out of my robe, naked beneath.

I padded to my bed and sank down on it. I slipped beneath my covers as the toilet flushed. I rested my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. I had such a huge grin on my lips. My future had arrived. The Lord had given me my orders. I would support Zach.

I would be his wife. His whore.

Lewis Zachary Black “Zach”

The next morning came far, far too early. I groaned as my alarm clock went off. Two late nights were rough even for me. I slapped my alarm clock and opened my eyes to see Nisha there. She had a big smile on her lips. Her large breasts swayed back and forth as she beckoned me towards the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom.

“Damn,” I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my cock stiff. Morning wood.

It would be a big day. I had to figure out who that dominating woman was. A teacher? Wouldn’t that be delicious? Of course, the hottest teacher was Ms. Rayne. But she was actually a succubus that was bound to my twin sister Moira. I don’t want it to be her. My other teachers weren’t that hot.

And quite a few male teachers. It could be another teacher at my college. I would have to be on my toes.

What if it was the dean? Mrs. Lindstrom was a hot MILF. She had such big tits. She couldn’t hide them even in the sweaters she liked to wear. It would be hot to bend her over.

Staring at Nisha in the shower more than proved that I had a thing for MILFs. It was why my thought form appeared as a busty, mature woman with dusky skin. A Tibetan MILF. She couldn’t turn on the shower, but somehow she looked like she was wet. Dripping with water.

That was a new trick.

“Let’s get you ready for classes, Master,” Nisha purred.

I turned on the shower, the water spraying right through her. She wasn’t really there. I could touch her because she was a manifestation of my mind. My thought form. The water heated up, steam rising around her. I slipped in after, my hard cock brushing her hip.

I shuddered as the spongy tip of my dick slid across her plump and dusky butt-cheek until I reached the crack of her ass. The water sprayed through her and splashed on my chest and stomach as I pushed my dick into her crevice.

“Anal is not going to help you get clean and ready for class,” purred Nisha.

“You’re not real,” I answered her. “So anal is not going to get my dick really dirty.”v

“Pity,” she said, her butt-cheek squeezing around the tip of my cock as I slid it down to her asshole. “It would be fun.”

Was she feeding off my own growing sex drive? After suppressing it for years, focusing on my plan, I had finally unleashed it. I had discovered just how addictive it can be. If I wasn’t careful, I could be consumed by the pleasure that Nisha, Moira, the succubus, and now Susannah provided.

“Yes, it’s a pity,” I said as I drilled against her asshole. “At least you feel real to me.”

“Yes, Master,” she cooed.

I loved her anal ring surrender to my cock. And at the same time, the shower sprayed on my dick. It was such a strange sensation to feel the water splashing along the top of my dick even as her asshole slid over my crown. Her anal sheath engulfed my shaft, gripping me. I loved that delight even as the water sprayed over me.

I reveled in the dual sensations as I slid my cock deeper and deeper into her bowels. It was such a wonder to be in her. Such a pleasure.

I bottomed out in Nisha’s asshole. Her bowels clenched about my dick as my hands slid up to squeeze her heavy breasts. I shuddered as the water sprayed on my body and drew back my hips. My cock slid out of her anal sheath, her velvety flesh gripping me.

I groaned at the pleasure of it. How amazing it was to have her asshole massaging my dick as I thrust it back into her warm, tight depths. I loved the feeling of the water and her velvety bowels as I pumped away at her. She moaned her pleasure, her back arching.

“Master,” she groaned. “Oh, yes, ass-fuck me!”

“You know I will,” I growled. “I own this ass. I own you. I created you!”

“Yes, you did!” she gasped, her asshole gripping my dick.

I pumped away at her backdoor. I thrust over and over into her anal sheath, reveling in the way she massaged the crown of my dick. It was such an amazing delight to pound into her bowels over and over again. My nuts smacked into her taint as they were bathed by the shower’s sprayer.

The pressure in my balls grew and grew with every thrust into my thought form’s bowels. I loved slamming into her, reveling in the velvety grip that massaged the tip of my cock. It was heaven to fuck her. I was so glad I made her.

“You’re going to help me find my dominating slut, aren’t you?” I growled, squeezing her big tits as I drilled her asshole.

“Yes, yes, I am, Master!” Nisha gasped.

We would find her. This dominating mistress that would serve me. I couldn’t wait to learn her identity. To capture her. To make her mine like I had with Susannah. It would be such a hot delight. Just thinking about it had me coming closer and closer to erupting in my thought form’s bowels.

Closer and closer to exploding with rapture. My fingers slid up her wet tits until I found her nipples. I twisted them. She gasped. Her bowels clamped down hard on my cock thrusting away at her asshole. I loved how she gripped me as I drilled in and out of her anal depths.

“Master!” Nisha squealed as she came.

Her asshole writhed around my cock. She suckled at me with that convulsing sheath. I groaned as I pumped my dick in and out of her spasming bowels, the pressure in my nuts swelling to the bursting point. The hot shower spray splashed on me as I buried to the hilt in her.

I erupted.

“Fuck!” I growled as I pumped my cum into her asshole.

My thought form’s writhing anal sheath milked my cock. She worked out the jizz spurting from my balls. I sprayed her bowels with blast after blast of my spunk. I groaned as the pleasure shot through me. It slammed into my mind. Stars erupted.

She gasped as her asshole worked out my dick. Her convulsing flesh wrung my cock dry. I fired more and more of my jizz into her anal sheath. I shuddered, savoring the intensity of my orgasm. My hands squeezed her big tits as I fired a final blast of cum into Nisha.

“Oh, Master, I love it when you cum in me,” she moaned.

Though the water of the shower passed through her, my cum didn’t. She absorbed it. Whatever supernatural energy formed her from my will allowed her to feed on my essence. Did it strengthen her? Maybe it did.

She slipped out of the shower so I could actually wash myself. I thought about that question as I soaked my body. I washed my hair and stepped out. I shaved, the razor rasping over my whiskers. I combed my hair, applied deodorant and aftershave, then marched into my bedroom.

I dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. I tucked the t-shirt into my jeans, pulled on a belt, and drew on my socks. I headed out into the living room to find Moira dressed in a slutty little skirt that merely fell down her thighs enough to meet the college’s dress code. Her tight top molded to her petite frame. My twin sister grinned at me.

“How was your night?” she asked as Mom came down the hallway.

Glancing at Mom, I casually said, “Wonderful.” Chapter Two

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

My sister and I headed out of the trailer to go to school. Mom would be heading to work, the natural order of the world. I opened the door to the old Toyota Corolla that I owned. I had picked it up for six hundred. I spent a summer mowing lawns to get the money for it.

“Now that Mom isn’t around, how was Susannah?” Moira asked. “Because your little preacher’s daughter knew how to eat my pussy. I mean, she was just hungry for it. Are you sure she’s not a lesbian that doesn’t realize it?”

“From how she sucked my dick after I’d fucked her in the ass, I’d say no,” I said, starting the car. “Well, I’m a lesbian, and I love sucking your dick,” my twin sister purred, her hand rubbing at the bulge in my pants. I swelled harder at her touch. “Maybe you just bring out the hetero in a dyke.”

“Didn’t you say that no other guy but me could satisfy you, and that’s why you go after girls?” I backed my car out of the driveway.

“Exactly. How many girls go lez because they can’t find a good guy to make them cum?” my sister asked.

“No idea,” I said, turning the wheel. I put it in drive and headed down the small road lined with trailers. In my rear-view mirror, I glimpsed Nisha sitting in the backseat.

“I’m sure it’s a lot,” Moira said, still groping my cock for my jeans. “My, my, big brother, what a big dick you have.”

“Are you trying to get us in an accident?” I asked as I stopped at the road.

“If I wanted to get us in an accident, I’d do this,” she cooed. Then she unzipped my jeans and shoved her hand into my fly.

“Shit!” My sister reached through the slit in my boxers and found my dick. “Are you going to give me a hand-job?”