Author's Note: This story contains themes of supernatural corruption and mind control. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years old or older
Sonja stood in the doorway to her bedroom, casually leaning against the door frame as she watched her daughter Michaela and son Shane fuck on her bed. Not long earlier she had been in there with them, savoring the pleasures that came with enslavement to their Master. With the Three Questions came bodies perfected for pleasure, purpose beyond mortal ambition, and superhuman powers over themselves and others.
The only costs were their bodies, minds, and souls surrendered to the Master. A small price indeed for what had been returned.
Reckoned by the bodies she had birthed, Michaela and Shane were eighteen and twenty respectively. When reckoned by their souls, however, each had experienced centuries of torment and euphoria, how to take and how to give both, within the timeless space of the Master himself. It filled Sonja with pride that she was the one to draw their souls to her Master. Any mother, once she knew the bliss of servitude, would love her children enough to deliver them to Him.
Centuries experienced in the shaping of their souls to His service, and yet the two babies of the family still managed to turn their abilities into the orgasmic equivalent of a staring contest.
"Just give in already, Brother, you know you want to." Michaela was on her knees, receiving her brother's cock from behind. She had her back arched so that her head was alongside his as she had a hand grasping the back of his neck.
"Haven't you learned by now that you can't throw down a challenge like that and not expect to lose, Sister?"
Both had been allowing the other to edge them further and further along, merely using their power to move the goal line to release their tensions just one step ahead.
"You do realize," said Sonja, "that the two of you can keep that up until the end of the world if you so chose?"
"It's a matter of principle, Mother," said Shane. He gasped and was forced to refocus as Michaela used the distraction to work a surprising twist of her pussy.
"He won't acknowledge my superiority," moaned Michaela as Shane reached around and rubbed her clit.
"Well you both have work to get to, so wrap it up now."
"You first," whispered Michaela.
"No, you," said Shane, yet again increasing the power of his thrusts.
Sonja sighed.
"Then if you won't listen to your Mother," she said aloud, then with their Master's gift of telepathy directly into their minds, "
you will obey your High Priestess.
"
With that she withdrew their ability to control their orgasms. Without it both simultaneously erupted, releasing the tension they had built in one another over the course of hours. Their orgasms were so intense that they would have killed mere mortals.
Both pitched forward. Michaela was shaking so hard it could easily be called a seizure, her eyes rolled back to show only the whites. Shane's eyes were open and looking forward, but whatever he was seeing was beyond this plane of existence. His body was locked in a single great convulsion, as if trying to squeeze out his soul for a second time.
Sonja patiently watched as her children slowly regained awareness.
"An interesting game you've created there, I must say. I've never seen one where the reward comes from losing. Now that you've both won, get up and clean up. Especially you, Shane, you need to be getting over to Vic's house to help his mother."
"Yes, Mother," said Shane. He turned towards his sister and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "And I'm supposed to thank you, Sister. You and Mother launched me into a communion with the Mistress where she told me how to handle Brianne today."
"Oh? So it became a religious experience for you?" Michaela smiled wickedly. "Guess that means I won after all."
Sonja simply shook her head and left the room. Still, she considered that that might be a game she'd take them up on one of these days.
<----------------------------->
Brianne Devaney was frustrated. And bored, bored too. She had an easy life, thanks to her ex-husband she never had to work and could devote all of her time to raising their son, Victor, in the big house that she had convinced Alexander to buy when they first married. What she couldn't convince him to do was stay loyal to her and help her fill the house with the big family she had wanted.
Yet again she cursed her younger self for being so naïve as to think that Alexander would resist another woman luring him away from her the way she had tempted him away from his first wife. She had been so certain that he was what she wanted, an older man frustrated that his professional wife only wanted the one child. Instead he had shown to only be interested in the freshest piece of ass he could hoodwink.
When the Andersons had moved in next door Brianne had thought, "That! That is exactly what I want my life to be." The Andersons already had five children, the youngest a boy the same two years old as Victor at the time. He and Shane Anderson were best friends from then on. Not too unexpected as Brianne had offered to babysit at every opportunity, especially for baby Michaela who was born a few months later.
Michaela's birth had inspired Brianne to tell Alexander that she wanted another baby, and that was when he started cheating.
Now Brianne was a forty year old empty-nester struggling to motivate herself through the basic routines of life. The past two years had been miserable. Vic had moved into a dorm at school and then a shared apartment with Shane. She tried to fill her time volunteering at children's charities, picking up random hobbies, attending exercise classes almost everyday, even trying to date again. The last did nothing more emotionally satisfying than lower what she spent on batteries. All of them helped for a bit, but then the regrets just slipped back in when she set eyes on the big empty house again.
She was just returning from an afternoon spin class, trying to hold onto the thrill of being ogled by the young instructor. But yet again the house reminded her that she was damaged goods who had bet her dreams on a man and lost.
As she pulled into the driveway she spotted Shane Anderson stepping up to her front door.
"That's right," she thought, "Vic asked him to help me with the Wi-Fi." She beeped her horn and parked the car in the garage. By the time Shane got to the garage door Brianne had stepped out of the car and was pulling at the hair band she had used to keep her long, midnight black hair up in a pony tail. The act was one more of mischief than of comfort, and the magnetic pull of Shane's eyes to her D-cup breasts said Mission Accomplished.
"Thanks for coming over, Shane," she said.
"My pleasure, Miss Brianne." Remembering his manners he sheepishly pulled his eyes back up to hers.
She chuckled at that.
"How many times do I have to tell you, you are an adult now, you can stop calling me Miss."
"And I keep telling you that I can't do that any more than I can call my Mom Sonja."
She had to walk past him to get around the car and over to the kitchen door. Somehow he seemed taller than she recalled, but then being only five-two and having been around Vic and Shane as they hit adolescence she was accustomed to the feeling. She dropped her eyes downward as she passed him, and she could almost feel his eyes slide back down to the cleavage her workout top put on display.
Her gaze fell lower than strictly necessary just in time to see the bulge in his shorts shift subtly. Perhaps it was just the way his basketball shorts were draped and how he moved, and it would have to be big to be moving fabric that far down. She wondered how big.
"Stop it," she thought to herself, "this is your son's best friend. You've known him since he was a toddler. He's practically a son to you."
"
But
