This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
A clock ticked somewhere in the house as Daniel stumbled down the second-floor hallway in the early morning. He'd just exited the guest bedroom, leaving Khadra stuffed with his cum. Every time he thought life had hit peak crazy, it went up a notch.
Ahead in the gloom, he could see a white, shimmering figure near his bedroom door. Daniel's feet quickened and his heart skipped a beat. In the gray, pre-dawn light, he could see her red hair and he could almost make out her freckles. Daniel smiled. He'd done it. He'd saved Eloise.
"I did it, Mrs. Palmer." Daniel ran the rest of the way and flung himself into her arms. He was surprised to find nothing where he expected a solid woman, and he sprawled on the hardwood. He turned over and looked up.
"What a good lad you are, Daniel." She smiled down at him with warmth and affection. "Your work with Mrs. Samatar was splendid."
"I don't understand." Daniel slowly rose to his feet. He put out his finger and pressed it to her right shoulder. It went through her as if she were air. He noticed that her belly, under her long dress, was flat. "How come I can't touch you?"
Worry lines creased Eloise's freckled face. "While you were a hero for bedding that troublesome woman, I'm afraid it wasn't enough to restore me to my former self." She stepped toward Daniel and lifted her hand as if caressing his cheek, but, of course, she could not. "You must rebuild the energy I lost."
"How?" Daniel was ready to do anything for her.
"Conquest, silly." She nodded and her form faded. "Aid in their fall and the house will rise." Eloise vanished from sight, but her voice lingered.
"I will," Daniel said into the murky hallway. Although he didn't know exactly what Eloise had asked of him, he'd do it. And he trusted that she'd make it clear soon enough.
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When Khadra sat down to breakfast at the Anderson home, she lowered her eyes and kept most of what she said to the range of 'please' and 'thank you'. She was so incredibly tired. That eighteen-year-old boy, now quietly sitting on the opposite end of the table, hadn't let her get a wink of sleep until dawn. He'd had her copulating like an animal. His monstrous organ had hurt her small vagina at first, but once she'd gotten used to it, there was no pleasure in her life that was its equal. She shivered at the thought of the things they'd done.
"More toast, Khadra?" Julie sounded chipper.
"No, thank you." She shook her head and sipped at her coffee. She reached up to adjust her hijab. To let another man see her uncovered hair was such a sin. And to think, hours ago she'd done that, and so much more.
"How about some bacon?" Julie held up a plate with crispy bacon, right off the skillet. "You need to regain your energy after what happened."
Khadra's face tightened in a panic. Did she know about what had happened with her son? No. Khadra took a deep breath. Julie was only referring to what happened with the dreamstone. "Um ... thank you, but I cannot eat pork."
"Oh gosh." Julie's smile morphed into a sheepish grin. "Of course. How silly of me." She held out the coffee carafe. "More coffee?"
"Yes, please." Khadra sipped her coffee and ate her toast and bided the minutes until she could call her husband and have him pick her up. She felt a pull to stay in that house forever and let that teenager treat her as his rightful wife. But she knew that was insanity, and she hoped some distance would have her thinking clearly again.
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It was almost time to leave for the bus. Daniel and his mother stood just outside the heavy front door and watched Maxamed pull down the driveway and park just at the bottom of the front walk where Khadra waited for him. It was the same exact spot where that black carriage had waited in Daniel's vision the other night. He and Julie waved when Khadra gingerly got into the small, beat-up sedan, but only Maxamed waved back from the driver's seat. And then the Samatars drove off into the overcast morning.
"I had a funny feeling about that woman this morning, Danny?" Julie gave her son a sideways glance. "Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's just whatever she did to rid our house of those spirits."
"Maybe," Daniel agreed.
"How are you feeling this morning, pumpkin?" Her eyes fell down to the soft lump in his pants.
"Better." Daniel looked over at her and caught her gaze. "I mean worse." She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the diffuse light, with her curves jutting under her dress, her curious face, and her appraising eyes. "I mean, I will need some help when you have some time."
A thin smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I was thinking ..." Julie said the words slowly, and looked over her shoulder into the house. Her husband and daughter were nowhere to be seen. "Maybe you could skip the bus this morning. I could drop you off at school. That might buy us an extra fifteen minutes."
Ten minutes later, Brittney got on the bus without her twin. It was strange that her mom was going to drop him off, but apparently, they had something important to do that morning.
At that moment, in the laundry room in the basement, Julie leaned with her elbows on the washing machine. Her dress was around her waist, her panties around her ankles, and her son's long thing rubbed against her butt crack over and over again. "Let me know when it's time, Danny. You can't make a mess again. Okay?"
"Sure ... Mom ..." Daniel held her hips and rubbed himself. It felt so good not to worry about Eloise. He could concentrate on the delicious curve at the small of his mom's back and her wobbling butt. He pulled back and lined up the head with her dripping pussy and pushed in.
"Oh ... maybe that's not the best ... ooohhhhhh ... idea, sweetie." He stretched her out so wonderfully. Her body buzzed as that massive penis burrowed its way into her.
"But you said we could have sex again." He hit bottom, pulled almost all the way out, and thrust back in again. Her pink pussy lining made a perfect sleeve around his dick.
"Oh ... gosh ..." Julie panted. "But we have to ... get you to ... school. And your father ... might come looking ..."
"It'll be ... uh ... uh ... faster this way." Daniel slammed into her, enjoying the way her whole body tensed every time he smacked up against her ass.
"Okay, sweetie." Who was she kidding? It would be faster this way. "Just not ... inside ... it's a bad time of month ... for me."
"Where?" He reached with his right hand and wrapped his fingers in her long, brown hair. He pulled her head back a little, getting her to arch her back more. He loved the way she squealed in response.
