Seven

The scent of metal and flames filled my nose. I looked down on the open casting mold. I glanced to my right, liquid silver bubbling in the small furnace. The heat of the smithing furnace washed over me as the wind howled outside. My gaze lingered on the metal soup, my thoughts falling into a dreamy state.

An image of my Aunt Lily floated along my thoughts and I let out a small sigh.

It had been four days since my Aunt Lily appeared at the mansion entrance. The summoning ritual brought her back. My mother Rose and Lily’s daughters, Dana, and Beth, were elated at her return. We all moved into a room and broke out some wine to enjoy. Dana and Beth were nearly in tears, seeing their mother returned back from the great beyond. She was different, just like my mother. Aunt Lily was seven feet tall and her invisible aura dripped of dark and devilish power. Those not sensitive to the mystic arts would have thought she was just a beautiful woman with a peculiar height. As a family, we knew what it all meant, but to have her back was like a family reunion of a different sort.

That night was one of decadence and blood magic until Aunt Lily arrived. When we moved to a sitting room, the mood shifted to something almost innocent. The conversations turned to how much everyone was missed from both sides, the living, and the dead. My mother spent the time silent and watching with adoring eyes, seeing her sister had return. Beth and Dana were full of questions, asking what it was like in the dreamlands and how much she was missed since her untimely death.

Aunt Lily was kind and warm, telling of lying in the tendrils of darkness and basking in great secrets.

The conversations began to wane as the sun started to rise. That night had exhausted all of us. We all soon returned to our own rooms. My mother and I showed Aunt Lily to her room. I remembered her gaze as simple and not filled with lusting cravings like when my mother arrived. She instead gave us both a kiss on the cheek and retired for the day.

The following days were filled with pleasant family meet-ups. We ate, drank, and talked. I couldn’t help but feel like I was fallen into a dream. The pain and heartache of their deaths began to slip away a little at a time. By the third day, we all lived in our little world, enjoying the mansion and our company together.

Dana and Beth began to make themselves at home. I often caught my cousins exploring the mansion like when we were younger. They each would sneak a kiss with me before running off. There was a part of me that thought it would progress from there, but it didn’t. Despite the many conversations of building our blood coven, dark knowledge, and mystical arts, all of us acted more like roommates over the last few days. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, so I channeled my energies elsewhere.

The Libro Nocte was still with us. The ancient book continued to whisper secrets to me and I was caught in its dark gravity. Reading a few pages from the book often brought me to other mystical books in our family library. The Libro Nocte was a mystical tome of ill-repute, but it wasn’t the only book on the dark arts.

I glanced down to the molding again and saw the strands of hair tied into a thin, simple, round braid. I had spent the last few days collecting the hair from my mother, Dana, Beth and even Aunt Lily. I did nothing unscrupulous. As High Priest, I could ask for whatever I wished. They happily plucked strands of hair and handed them to me without an argument. Beth and Dana were happy to help. My mother and aunt smiled with affection as they handed over strands of hair.

I had spent the last few days studying the rites and spells needed to have a functioning blood coven. It wasn’t enough for a High Priest to simply be the leader, they had to prove that they accepted me as their priest and lover.

When I received the strands of hair, I tied them into a tight, braided loop. Earlier today, I made my way to the work cottage to complete what I needed to do. The work cottage was filled with all kinds of equipment and tools to create mystical items, jewelry, ceremonial daggers, and swords. Everyone had to learn how to smelt and craft these items for rituals and spells. It was an honored past time, and one I took up when I was very young.

I picked up the metal tongs from the workbench and reached out to grab the thick cup in the furnace. Gray liquid bubbled as I held the cup over the mold. My other hand reached down to the tiny braid and put it into the mold. It fit perfectly as I closed it. With a turn of my wrist, I poured molten silver down the small hole. It wasn’t much, but it would be enough for my purposes. When the last drop fell, I put the cup back in the furnace and made sure the mold was secure. Now, all I had to do was wait for the metal to cool.

I put down my tools, turned, and leaned against the edge of the workbench. I looked to the window, gray filling the skies. I continued to stare until two tall figures walked by. It didn’t take a terrible high leap of logic to see my mother and aunt walking by. I could hear the murmur of their conversation as they walked past the windows and continued to the forest that populated the rear of the estate.

I stood up and walked over to a window. I watched them as they moved on, laughing, and talking on their simple stroll. My mother was dressed in her fine white dress and wide-brimmed hat. My aunt was in her red, silky dress. Her long blonde hair curled at the tips and bounced with every step she made.

I noticed that they had spent the last few days taking a walk together. They would walk to the forest and disappear for a time. I thought to follow them, but decided against it. They were happy to see each other again and it felt rude to disturb them.

I watched them vanish into the forest and let out a small sigh.

I turned and walked back to the work bench. I reached down to the mold, turned it, and slammed it down. The mold cracked and fell away. A simple, silver ring fell to the workbench. I touched it and felt it was cool. I picked it up and brought it over to the buffing machine. It didn’t take long to buff the ring and make it shine. When I was finished, I lifted it to my eyes and inspected it. When it was up to my high standards, I slipped it on.

Energy tingled along my finger. The tingling grew deeper, running along my hand and into my heart and mind. Once the power settled, the tingling faded away.

I could feel the new power. I had influence and control over my blood coven. I could control them with my every whim, if I needed to. It was something I felt I didn’t need to exploit, but it did bring me some comfort.

Dark thoughts caressed my mind. I knew my mother and aunt were different. They came back from the dreamlands. My mother told me that we were to bring the dreams of chaos and knowledge to this world. I understood and didn’t understand what she meant. Our families were always agents of the dark ones, but to embrace it further meant to bring the unnatural to the natural world. It wasn’t about plunging the world into darkness, but to enlighten the chosen so they could spread true knowledge.

I shook my head, pushing away the edges of dark designs.

I made my way to the door of the cottage, opened it, and stepped out.

The door closed behind me and I took a slow walk back to the mansion. Despite the gray skies, the grass glowed with deep, emerald hues. The long winter was approaching soon and the life under every step I made would wither and die until the spring brought life again.

I entered through the back door, close to the kitchen. No one was there when I walked in. The mansion was vast and often felt like no one was around, even when we had people stay.

I allowed my new ring to seek out my cousins. I could feel their heartbeats in the sub level. I smiled as I walked toward the stairs and made my way down.

It didn’t take long to walk the corridors until I reached the underground pool. Blue and white tiles filled the large underground pool chamber. I stepped in and the sounds of laughter touched my ears. I glanced around and found my cousins swimming, talking, and laughing. The moment I entered, they stopped and treaded water, their bright gazes on me.

“Gerald!” Dana shouted.

Beth smiled as she floated in the water.

I stepped to the pool edge, seeing my cousins in their bathing suits. Dana was in a one-piece suit. It adhered to her athletic body. Beth wore a large, black shirt that looked like a dress on her. It swirled as she kept her head above water.

The two of them swam closer until they reached the edge of the pool. They grabbed it as they looked up.

“Join us,” Dana smiled.

“I will, in a little bit. I just wanted to see how you both were,” I said with a smile.

Dana’s grin remained. “Wonderful! It’s so nice to have mom back. She has been all ears about our lives since she passed away.”

Beth nodded. “She missed us, even in the dreamlands.”

I nodded. “How have you both adjusted to living here?”

“It has been a dream come true,” Dana said with an enthusiastic tone. “I feel so free and my mind clear. It’s like it was meant to be.”

“How have you adjusted to us being here?” Beth asked in a small voice.

Her words struck me. Despite my cravings and lewd thoughts, a sliver of me thought that no one really cared how I adjusted to things. I spent a long time alone, trying to understand my place in the world and now, I’m understanding some of my path.

“It’s been incredible. The mansion felt empty for such a long time. Now, it feels warm and homey.”

“We never have to be alone again,” Dana said with a seductive gleam in her eyes.

“No, we don’t,” I said as I gave her a smirk.

“Undress and join us,” Dana cooed.

I kept my smile as I began taking hold of my clothes. My cousins watched with interested eyes as I took off piece by piece. My shirt, shoes, socks, and pants were thrown to a corner by a bench. I soon stood naked at the edge of the pool.

Dana’s gaze fell to my throbbing, half-hard cock. Beth stayed by the edge, looking up with wanting eyes. I sat down, slipping my feet and legs into the warm water. Dana swam from the edge of the pool and pulled at her suit. It slid over her shoulders and was pulled down. I watched as the suit reached her ankles and were kicked off. The suit sank to the bottom of the pool as she kicked towards me.

Dana swam between my legs. Her tongue snaked out and licked the underside of my hardening cock. It felt natural and welcomed. A hunger filled her eyes as her tongue glided along the shaft. When she reached my head, she engulfed it and gently sucked on the tip.

My shoulders relaxed as Dana’s head slowly bobbed. During our small talks, she would mention how much she liked my taste. Lips moved seductively down until she reached the hilt. Her tongue writhed against my shaft. Her eyes closed as she slowly pulled back and down, running soft lips over my cock.

Beth pulled herself up from the water and sat beside me. She watched her sister with one part annoyance and another part lust. To this day, there seemed to be a greedy rivalry between them. They seemed to be better over the last few days, until now. Beth was always the quiet one and her sister was much more outgoing. I was never sure how bad it would get between them. They never physically fought each other, but the snide remarks and insults flew like daggers on the wind.

Bliss crawled up my body as Dana seemed to find her rhythm. Her head bobbed as her tongue tried to coax me for release. I resisted, enjoying the sight of her. The tension between us was always there. It was apparent with every visit.

Beth turned her gaze to me. She reached over and touched my chin. I turned my face to her as Dana continued to suck on my throbbing member.

Beth’s gaze turned neutral, as if a conversation was happening in her head and didn’t reach her lips. When she seemed to make up her mind, her lips parted.

“Our mother is very hungry,” Beth said in a small voice.

I instantly knew what she meant. When I first summoned my mother from the dead, I had become her tether and anchor to this realm. The same could be said for my aunt, their mother. There was a dark crack along my soul, allowing me to keep them here, but I had to feed them. My mother only wanted one kind of feeding. I’m sure my aunt would be the same.

But, why hasn’t she come to me yet?

Beth let out a small sigh. “She has told us how much she missed you, us, and the family.”

I tried to speak, but Dana’s mouth tightened, like she was trying to pull my soul out through my manhood.

Beth looked down at her sister as her head bobbed with lurid intent. “Afterwards, I promised to take care of you.”

“Take…care of me?” I said as the words took me off guard.

Dana’s eyes remained closed as my cock thickened in her mouth. She deep-throated me, the tip touching the back of her throat. Her hands clutched at my legs as she moaned with her mouth full.

Thick spurts of come painted the back of her throat. The muffled moan grew as more surged and she quickly gulped it down. Her lips massaged my cock, causing more to spurt onto her tongue and throat.

When the last drops of seed were quickly consumed, Dana pulled back, licked her lips, and smiled at me.

“When it’s all over, Beth and I will take care of you,” Dana said with a loving smile.