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Lucifer's Whore
by Wolftras (luciferlikeshisteacold@gmail.com)
***
A story of incest and Demonic possession within a family
through occult practice and arcane sex magic. (MFFm,
ped, family-inc, nc, v, mast, oral, anal, voy)
***
Matthew 18:2 [He called a little child to him, and
placed the child among them.]
"I THINK THE DEVIL HAD A SIMILAR."
Matthew 19:14 [Jesus said, "Let the little children come
to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven
belongs to such as these."]
"THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN WASN'T THE ONLY ONE GOING A
BEGGING."
1 Corinthians 14:20 [ Brothers and sisters, stop
thinking like children. In regard to evil be infants,
but in your thinking be adults.]
"CATCH THEM YOUNG, ESPECIALLY FOR 'EVIL'."
Author's Note: Firstly, this is no attempt at
evangelization, this is a third person account of
something similar that was experienced and subsequently
shared. It has Satan, demons, incest and other taboo
facets generally repulsive to the orthodox subscriber of
Christian ideology. So if you choose to read beyond this
– you do so knowingly.
***
Melanie and Sean... Sister and brother... Older sister,
younger brother.
Melanie – average looking girl with soft brown hair,
large brown eyes, small and cute pinkish lips. A young
body, sleek and firm with its well formed curves,
generally encased within 'proper' respectable jeans,
skirts and dresses. Generally quiet and kept to her 18
year old self. Her closest companion was always her
brother, even though they were going through a bit of a
rough patch, ever since he hit his teens. He had become
moody and temperamental around her. Found it hard to
meet her eyes sometimes.
Sean – raging hormones at 13, with shoulder length wavy
brown hair. He was a relatively inconspicuous child and
only the most attentive or observant adult would
sometimes notice, an above average degree of observant
intensity, coupled with a flash of occasional
comprehension that was disproportionate to his age.
Seemingly normal every day kids in a seemingly normal
every day family. However, things weren't as normal as
they appeared.
Melanie was a quiet and introverted young lady who had
developed a very serious interest in occult and
mysticism many years ago. Tarrot, astrology, gems,
divination, even wica! Most of the stuff she managed to
learn and experience was all technique and skill.
Nothing that really had a logic or a path or a theology
that was completely earthy and tangible. That was until
she bumped into an interesting little write up on the
Satanic Church in a newspaper clipping.
Without really dwelling on what drew her to it, it
suffices to say that the clipping was the start of what
was to become her true calling and existence. She
researched, she studied, she browsed and she spared no
avenue, in her attempts at understanding the darkness
within her. The darkness that we all have. The darkness
that to her at least, was actually a 'knowing'. A
'Knowing' of a reality if not a truth, that had long
been forbidden due to prejudice and societies convoluted
evolution.
These studies changed her internally. She saw more. Felt
more. Sensed so much more. She knew without needing
explanations, that her parents were strained, and that
this was normal. She knew her father masturbated to
online porn and sometimes to thoughts of her. She knew
that at times his thoughts would turn to her, especially
on the occasions he'd come into give her a goodnight
peck and hug. This was the reality disguised by a veneer
of denial, that all mothers, women and daughters
struggled to maintain.
She knew her mother was incapable of overcoming her
mental barriers. Of seeking relief from her own fingers
in the stillness of the night.
She knew her brother was going through a change. She
knew he wanted to brush himself against her. She knew he
was scared to try it.
She Knew!
And it was the knowing that uplifted her. It was the
knowing that came from recognizing 'the humanity' in
those around her, that allowed her to look past and seek
something that was beyond it.
They say the universe listens. It listens to the son who
strokes himself against his sheet. It hears his ragged
breathing. It listens to the guilty husband, who touches
himself while his wife sleeps. It hears the restful
breathing, that follows their rapid climax. It smells
their musty scent on the sheets and towels that lie in
the corner, discarded, yet carrying within them the
fruits of cloistered lust.
And the Universe listened here!
Melanie had slowly built around herself, a magnificent
ability to be inconspicuous, as well as a devastating
ability to make her presence felt if she chose to. When
she wanted to experiment with her knowledge she would.
She would chose her unsuspecting male victim. Draw him
on patiently, encouraging him to willingly allow himself
to be used and manipulated. Then she would gently let
him loose. The idea was to get without giving herself
away. She wasn't ready yet. But ready for what ? This
was the question she knew would be answered someday.
There were the moments in cars in darkened streets.
Early hours from four to five. A young man, and old man.
It did not matter. The rush and the control was what
mattered, what appeased her. The dichotomy of having
just purged a raging lustful lonely perverse soul by
swallowing a warm and sticky mouth of semen, against the
quiet quaint 'daughter/sister' oblivious to the havoc
her quiet sensuality and subtle feminine aroma was
causing in her father and brother.
There was the thrusting against a complete stranger, so
hurried that he only managed to rub against her, not
even penetrate before he came.
There was the fulfilling moments with a more sensitive
creature, a woman trapped in the physical form of a man.
Her experiments with transgenderism were deeply
revealing into human psyche. But that is another tale.
There was the inhaling of body odors, the sweat, the
perfume, the mint, the cosmetic layers. The rancid tangy
aftermath of urine and sweat. The musky odor that
permeates and engulfs the nostrils from a partners more
atypical orifices, where few would care to venture.
She was wild! But not in the sense of a loud and brash
person. More like a young snake in the bushes,
slithering along, tasting the air. She was of this earth
yet moved in the shadows and the dungeons that exist in
all our minds. And she accessed them through the
doorways of her own sensual soul.
Around a month before this was shared with me, Melanie
had come across an old and tattered textbook, from a
collection of occult books she had stolen from an old
librarian. These included rare works of Paschal Beverly
Randolph, Ida Craddock and Aleister Crowley among
others. The old book was a very large leather bound
diary, faded with the years and literally held together
by twine.
At first, she didn't think much of the book. From
experience she knew that it would probably be just
another journal of little or no consequence. However,
late into the night, she awoke with a nagging thought to
look at it.
She slipped out of bed, wearing her short and loose T-
Shirt and moved towards her locked closet, where most of
her private library was secreted away. Moving toward her
closet, a sudden sound from outside her room reached her
ears. Experience had taught her what the sound probably
was, but still, she felt a slight urge to verify her
opinion.
And besides, it was how her mind worked. Curious?
Willing? Think it over? Do it!
She stepped out off her slippers and into the corridor,
making her way to the nearest room – her brother's. The
door was as usual (as per house rules) ajar. And from
her view, she could quiet clearly make out her brother's
soft and steady movement under his mattress. This didn't
surprise her. It was as it usually was. It was exciting
in a sense, but she still had boundaries that needed to
be secured before she explored this avenue of sensual
interest.
Turning away, she moved towards the master bedroom. This
was usually kept shut at night. However, on this
particular occasion(as well as on a few others) it was
not. So, and as she had on many previous occasions,
Melanie peeked into her parents private chambers.
There was her large and hairy father thrusting himself
into her mother steadily and powerfully, while she slay
spread-eagled on her stomach. He had one hand on the
pillow beside her head and the other entwined in her
hair.
With every thrust inside her body, he would jerk her
head backwards, much as he would a horse. It was crude,
it was impersonal, it was purely about release. Her
father just wanted to fuck. He didn't want to see his
wife's face. This was erotic, physically stimulating and
completely about him.
But it was obvious that her mother was not altogether
unaffected by the thrusting. Her occasional grunts and
the way she was kneading the pillow indicated some
significant level of pleasure.
Suddenly she sensed a change in her father. He reached
down with both hands, cupped his wife's full breasts and
hauled her up to her knees. She was now on her hands and
knees in front of him, breathing heavily and looking
back. Her full ass pulled taught as she bent forward on
her knees.
Melanie could sense the momentary confusion as her
mother tried to figure out what her husband wanted. For
a few seconds he kept still, stroking her back and her
curvaceous ass. Then he suddenly reached forward, placed
his hand on her neck and shoved her face in to the
pillow before her. This had the effect of amplifying her
ass and the physical pleasure on his rampant hard-on.
She heard her father pull himself out with a loud wet
sound. She watched him spit onto his hard and raging
cock repeatedly, spreading the moisture all over
himself. She heard an apprehensive whisper form her
mother, followed by a firm slap on her ass, as her
father positioned himself. Then for the first time in a
long while, something happened that surprised her.
Two things actually.
One: Accompanied by a sudden shocked but muffled shout
from her mom, she watched her father simultaneously
position and thrust himself into his wife's ass, in one
hard and cruel movement.
Two: He turned and looked towards Melanie!
It came to her as a shock that she had inadvertently
taken a position that was not quite hidden. He had seen
her. And most astonishingly, he had done what he did –
knowing she was looking – wanting her to see it!
He didn't look away, nor did she.
He just kept thrusting into his wife, while she lay
there moaning, unable to move from the pain, as he
repeated and cruelly raped her. His moves got faster and
faster and she could see he was close to climaxing. As
his thrusts grew in their intensity he began to squeeze
the plump cheeks before him. Hard and cruelly, digging
his strong fingers into their luscious softness, as if
to tear their way in.
As sweat poured down his back, he reached up and brought
his palm down hard. Grunting hard and never taking his
fevered eyes off his daughter, he repeatedly slapped his
wife's ass in rhythm to his movements.
Her mother was no longer whimpering, she was moaning –
whether in pleasure or pain was the question. But who
cared?
It was obvious that he was close to cumming!
Just as it seemed he was about to come, Melanie simply
turned away and left the doorway. She knew instinctively
that her leaving would deflate him. He wanted her to see
his ultimate display of manhood. She knew it! Knew his
desire! And that was all she needed! Her knowledge and
awareness was her power!
Turning back to her room, she passed her brothers door.
It looked like he had finally drifted off to sleep.
Returning to her room, she felt oddly excited. The
activity of the last few minutes had definitely excited
her. But rather than calm herself immediately, she
decided to channelize herself as she had trained herself
to do. Grabbing the old and torn book, she placed it on
the bed in front of her and slowly started unravelling
the ancient knots.
It was to be the turning point of her life.
From the minute she opened it, she knew she had stumbled
on something very powerful. The book had no title and no
introduction. It was a hardbound manual, covering a
number of different summoning rituals, spells and also
what appeared to be a very unusual variation of the
Black Mass and a Satanic Baptismal Rite.
She couldn't take her eyes of the ancient writings and
sigils. The pictures, all drawn by hand and terrifyingly
powerful in their explicit detail, seemed to speak to
her from a different world. They called to her.
She read through the night and she didn't stop till she
had read it twice, before dawn spilt its warm yellow
seed onto the cold floor of her room.
It was a Saturday morning, so there was no real need to
rush. Her father left early in morning on an out station
assignment, leaving Melanie free of any actual weirdness
that might have arisen from the previous night's events.
So she stayed in her room with her curtains drawn, and
by the light of her bed lamp she read and read and
practiced.
The house was very quiet that day.
+
Sean just had to know! There was something about his
sister that was so different from other girls. He knew
it. She knew it. He didn't know what it was but he knew
it had something to do with the stuff she read and kept
in her closet.
He watched her. He fantasized about her. He couldn't
stop imagining her in all the ways he had seen his
parents from time to time, or in the ways of the
magazines and online portals. It was all he could think
about.
But she scared him. Every time she looked at him now, it
was like she looked through him. Into him.
And the last night, when she stood outside their
parent's room, there was something so cold and distant
about her observation. She was so still. And when she
went back, he had taken her place. He saw his father
take his mother hard and with anger. As if there was
something he wanted but couldn't get, and he was venting
his anger.
He heard his mother whimper with pain and yet, he
couldn't look away. There was something so primeval and
raw about what he was witnessing. Then he saw his father
give one mighty thrust and hold himself deep within his
mothers bowels. He knew his father had just cum.
Sean noticed that he had started stroking himself. He
wanted to hold on for a little while longer. Then he saw
his father pull out and roughly turn his mother over.
What happened next surprised him. His father's hardness
had not yet wilted. It was wet and slick.
Positioning himself between his wife's bent knees, his
father started thrusting again. But this time he grabbed
one large soft breast in each hand, and using that as an
anchor to pull on, he increased his pace. Strangely his
mother seemed to have settled down to the rough and
ruthless manhandling. She actually appeared to be moving
along with her husband's thrusts.
Sean couldn't hold on much longer, the sight of the
breasts being squeezed the wetness flowing onto the
sheets, the animal ferocity all made him turn and run to
his room, where he sought the only relief he could
possible provide himself with. He stroked himself and
within a few short strokes, the pent up arousal of the
last half an hour emptied itself on him, his head boards
and the sheets.
Then he slept.
+
Later in the day, after their parents had both left, the
father to work and the mother – god knew where, Sean lay
in bed wondering about the night before. He heard his
sisters door open as she made her way to the washroom.
He knew she would take at least an hour going about her
various personal and intimate activities.
Almost as if he was watching a movie, he felt or rather
saw himself rise and move towards his sisters room. Why
he had no idea. It was as if something was guiding his
feet, manipulating his movements.
In her room, lying on the bed and under the covers he
saw a large lump. Drawing the covers away, he noticed an
old tattered manuscript.
Again, as if on automatic pilot he found himself picking
up the book and walking out of the room.
+
Melanie was lying in her tub, her mind busy with a
strange and unusual ritual tucked away in the
manuscript. Would she ever have the courage to try it.
It was the ultimate test of faith.
Say the words, repeat them, feel them!
Place the dagger against your chest where you are most
soft.
Point it upward towards your mortal beating heart.
Say the words, repeat them, believe them!
Call the creatures by their names,
Pierce your heart so they may gain,
A body a place a soul again.
And through this passage twixt life and beyond,
You will walk immortal, from this day on.
She wanted it, she wanted to feel the beast within. She
wanted to be a demons whore. She wanted to be the living
gateway, between this world and hell. She had read the
chants, but she hadn't spoken them out. She could feel
the vibrations by their mere thought. She was cold and
hot at the same time.
She could feel a warmth spreading through her, into her.
She could feel the searing lust of unearthly desire
pierce her very soul. This was power that was ancient
and pure. Yet it needed a sacrifice. A human sacrifice.
Could she find the courage to plunge a blade into her
heart, chanting the ancient names and words.
She was lost in the moment, time seemed to stand still
as she closed her eyes and softly breathed out the words
that had seared themselves onto her soul. She spoke them
out softly... Closed her and repeated them again, and
again and again.
She could feel the power building, knocking against the
walls of her heart and soul. She turned to the ancient
science of Magick to guide her through this.
Sex magick is a powerful tool when wielded by one who
knows how. It gathers your desires, channelizes the pure
powerful energy of desire, builds it to a peak until the
point of orgasm, and blasts it towards the intended
purpose of the ritual.
Melanie started chanting the words from the book, but
instead of a knife into her heart, she began to stroke
around and into herself. Slowly her arousal grew as did
the power of her chanting. First one finger , then two.
Then one slipped into her small and tight asshole. One
hand stimulated her breasts, while the other kept her at
a fevered pitch with her ministrations.
Steadily her pace began to increase, but her mind stayed
focused on the chant. It was a delicious and heady
feeling. One that only those who have experienced can
ever describe. She was oblivious of her thrashing in the
tub, oblivious of time. This was a moment in eternity
and she intended to pierce the fabric of time itself.
Her orgasm built and built and suddenly she felt it was
time to release her will.
In one enormous explosion of sexual outpouring Melanie
had the strongest orgasm of her life. So powerful in
fact, that she simple fell back against the tub in a
deep and lifeless faint.
+
Sean was seated in his room. He was oblivious to all but
the words before him. He could feel a force whispering
to him. Its voices growing in intensity and urgency.
Unknown to him, and while he was reading his sister had
already started chanting. And something had come in
answer to her calls. Something was drawn to her energy.
Her sexual beacon had pierced into the realms that
separate the world of man from hell.
And realm's lord sent his minion! It desired a gate way,
a soul. It needed a blood sacrifice! It needed the words
of power to set it free! It needed a vessel to plant
itself! And it could sense the vulnerability of the
intense young boy, mesmerized by the Ancient Spell of
Summoning, hypnotized by the force of his sisters Magick
and tremendously vulnerable to the lust for flesh that
lay dormant within his beating heart.
The Creature breathed his command into Sean's fluttering
heart.
+
Sean reached into his chest of drawers, and withdrew an
old double-edged dagger. A beautiful heirloom given to
him by an ancient and now dead relative.
His eyes fell upon the pages before him, as his hand
tore open his shirt.
The pages had strange stains upon them, old rust colored
stains. Had other before him walked this path. Had they
too torn open their hearts to let in the power of
immortality.
He drew the blade as if in a dream and place it against
his heart. As if on their own accord, he began to chant.
Little did he know that his chanting was coinciding with
his sister's.
He spoke the words, he felt them. He whispered the
chants before him. He believed it.
He repeated them again and again and faster and faster.
His grip on the knife tightened more and more and
suddenly – in time to his sister's orgasm, he slammed
the knife into his heart.
+
Melanie opened her eyes and looked around her. The
bathroom was a mess of water every where. She knew
something had happened, but she didn't know what.
Slowly she rose to her feet, and stepped out of the tub.
She sensed more than heard the door opening, and turned
around. She didn't bother to cover herself.
Sean stood in the doorway. There was hardly any white in
his eyes. They were almost entirely black. Like two
holes cut into his face. Her eyes travelled down his
body. His shirt was gone as were his shorts.
He stood before her naked.
His body was covered in blood. And it dripped from a
small wound in his chest. Even as she watched it, she
saw it grow smaller and smaller. And then it was gone.
Now she knew! And now she knew even more! Suddenly she
could sense the thoughts behind the darkness of the eyes
before her.
Yes! She would be his. She was the devil's whore from
this day forth. She knew it.
Whatever was once her brother was now gone. In his place
was a presence so powerful and terribly potent. Yet only
she would know it. It still looked like him. But only
she could see the darkness in the eyes.
Sean stepped forward to claim his prize. This was a
beast now. A creature of perversion and lust. A master
of material desire. And it wanted 'pain'. And She was a
willing subject.
Melanie watched as Sean reached forward towards her. His
fingers encircled her wet hair. His other hand cupped
her breast. And then he smiled.
She reached forward to cup his manhood. She felt it grow
within her palms, larger and larger. It grew and it grew
till she couldn't encircle it. It jutted out almost 12
inches beyond his body.
She felt herself being spun around and bent over. Just
as she had seen her mother the night before. Then with a
violence that has no description, she felt her brother
slam into her waiting, dripping pussy. She could feel it
smash against her womb. She was possessed by more than
lust. She was the creatures play thing. It was her
power. It would nourish and fill her with its seed. It
would carry her to places beyond the boundaries of this
life. And she gave herself to it willingly.
The creature that was Sean plundered her depths. He
scratched her back. He tore at her breasts, leaving
angry red welts that bled in tiny droplets. Again and
again he thrust into her. Faster and faster he moved
until finally and with a roar of triumph it came deep
within her womb. Filling her with his rotten and
corrupted seed. It's semen poured out of her battered
pussy, ran down her legs.
Feeling his orgasm, Melanie began to spasm in turn. She
started cumming equally hard, squeezing herself around
him. With a loud cry the collapsed on the floor.
Sean pulled her towards him again, propped her up onto
her knees. She knew what was coming, but was too
exhausted to speak or say no – even had she wanted to.
Sean spread her butt cheeks, placed his hard and slimy
cock against her tight and wet hole, and in one brutal
thrust, tore his way through.
The pain was excruciating, the pleasure for her was even
more so. As he thrust into her repeatedly, pulling her
into him, Sean exorcised all his long pending demons of
desire for his nubile sister. His mouth spewed foul
words and language as it encouraged her to greater level
of depravity.
He plunged himself deeper and deeper into her bowels.
She gave herself completely to her new master. Her
brother, her summoning. He moved faster and harder while
reaching forward and grabbing each breast. Yanking
backwards and into himself, he used her breasts as reins
to push himself deeper. All the while twisting and
tearing at her nipples that were swollen and raw.
Harder and harder until once again she felt him swell
and push ferociously inside her butt. She felt his seed
pour out of him and wash itself against the walls of her
ass.
Not yet content, Sean pulled himself out from her,
turned her over and dragged her to her knees.
Cupping her face within hands that had suddenly grown
much stronger, her coaxed her mouth open and look deep
into her pliant eyes. She knew once again what was
coming.
Drawing back, Sean positioned himself against her lips
and then firmly started pushing his way into her mouth,
all the way down to her throat. Holding her tight, he
pushed his way into her, deeper and deeper. He felt her
choke on his girth, felt her gagging. But he wouldn't
let go. He thrust harder and deeper while she continued
to struggle for air. But she didn't push him away. Oh
no! This was what she desired.
Only at the point of near collapse did he pull back,
allow her to gulp in air for a few seconds, before
continuing. Melanie started squeezing his large and
surprisingly heavy balls, adding to her brother's
pleasure.
Once again she felt the familiar expansion and the cock
within her throat prepared to empty itself. Holding her
breath she pushed her face all the way forward, ramming
the large appendage deep into her throat, just before he
began to spasm within her.
The volume was so much that she started to cough and
choke, but he didn't let go, and she hardly pulled back.
He came in long powerful spurts, some she swallowed,
most flowed out of her mouth and onto her body.
In a few seconds Sean pulled out. Brother and Sister
looked at each other. The Creature and it's mistress.
The door behind suddenly swung open, and there was their
mother, staring at her children in shock!
There was a moments silence and then her eyes met her
son, then as though hypnotized moved down his young body
and froze at the sight of the large, wet, dripping and
very rampant penis, that was twitching with renewed
anticipation.
The darkness reached out her in a barely heard whisper,
that slipped out through lips that barely moved,
"Come... kneel... worship!!!"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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