The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite (The Incubus Grows His Harem 13), page 1
The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite
The Incubus Grows His Harem 13
by
Reed James
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The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite
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The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite
Naughty Excerpt from “The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my black hair tossing free. I rode him fast and hard. My clit ground into his pubic bone on every downstroke. His bush tickled my shaved pussy lips. “Oh, Ethan. I am your whore! Yours!”
I climaxed on him.
The pleasure burst inside of me. My cunt writhed around his dick. The heat swept through me. I groaned, my tits bouncing as the pleasure drowned my mind. Stars flashed across my vision. I loved this delight so much.
I savored the heat washing through me. My cunt spasmed around his cock. It was such a good thing to do. It was just a delight to have his shaft in me. He growled and squeezed my tits as I milked him. I had to beg him.
“Cum in me!” I howled out, the lusts controlling me. “Cum in my pussy and claim me, Ethan!”
“Yes, Mrs. Dunn!” he roared and erupted.
His cum splashed against my cervix. He seized me. Bonded me. Captured me. I was damned with him and did not care. My entire body bucked through my sinful joy. My cunt milked his cock as I became his wife.
I leaned over Ethan, my tits jiggling in his hand. I fell on him and kissed him. I thrust my tongue into his mouth as my pussy milked my new husband's cock. He grunted, dumping his cum into me. I trembled, my nipples throbbing on his strong chest.
“Mmm, Mrs. Dunn a true MILF,” purred one of his women.
“I reckon she is bein' his MILF right now,” said another.
“How exciting,” the third purred.
It was so exciting. I made out with my lover. I had betrayed everyone and I didn't care. I made out with Ethan as my cunt milked out every drop of spunk that his cock had. All his jizz spurted into my pussy. I felt so good as his hands squeezed my ass. He gripped my rump, kneading my flesh.
To find out what happens next, read on!
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The Widowed Beauty's Naughty Rite
Ethan Dunn
The front door closed, my women heading outside. My step-mom wanted to talk to me.
She breathed in slowly as I fought to control my fantasies. This was my father's widow. She wasn't my birth mother. My dad had a one-night stand and my real mother left me on the doorstop. From what I understood now, she wasn't human.
Later, my dad married Kyra, a Sufi Muslim. A mystical sect of Islam, Sufis did a lot of praying and mediating while spinning around in place. It was strange to watch her do that. Strange and arousing because of the way...
Baseball... Baseball... RBI. Stealing second. Bunting. Boring baseball.
My step-mother wore one of her long dresses. Was baggy, but not enough for my eyes not to linger on her rump as she walked. She had a lovely swell and a delicious sway. She led me toward the kitchen like a...
Each type of material had different properties. Compression strength. Tensile strength. Ductile strength. How much elasticity they had before plasticity took over. I focused on college lectures as she turned to face me. I didn't look through her clothing, even though it was obvious she had large breasts.
Her dusky face was beautiful. Mature. A MILF's face. She wore a black headscarf decorated with brass flowers wrapped around her head, hiding her black hair. She clasped her hands before her as I ran through my head various structural equations.
The thermal coefficient was calculated by...
“Please, kneel,” she said as she lit incense about the kitchen.
“Kneel?” I asked and sank to the floor. That lowered my head to...
Every material had a predictable expansion rate per change in temperature by one degree Celsius. For steel...
She started dancing around me and chanting in Arabic. Her body whirled about me. I frowned. What was going on? I had kept my lusts under control. I certainly hadn't thought about her doing a strip—
For steel, the expansion rate was... was... Why was she dancing? What was she saying in Arabic? She was chanting. Power washed around me. Confusion swept through me as something inside of me... quivered.
~~*~~
Kyra Dunn
I danced around my step-son and began the exorcism ritual. I whirled, my feet moving in rhythm, as the prayer in Arabic spilled out of my lips. A mix of human words and quotes from the Qur'an itself.
“O Prophet, it has been revealed to me that a group of djinn listened to the Qur'an, and said to their fellow djinn: 'Indeed, we have heard a wondrous recitation. It leads to Right Guidance so we believed in it, and we will never associate anyone with our Lord in worship.
“Now, we believe that our Lord—Exalted is His Majesty—has neither taken a mate nor offspring, and that the foolish of us used to utter outrageous falsehoods about Allah. We certainly thought that humans and djinn would never speak lies about Allah.”
“What is this?” Ethan asked, his brow furrowing. He stared at me as I whirled around him, my clothing whisking.
A lust washed through me as he stared at me. I felt it. The evil djinn inside was reaching out, wanting to do things to me. I focused on the holiness of my words. On the exorcism prayer that spilled from my lips.
“And some men used to seek refuge with some djinn—so they increased each other in wickedness. And those humans thought, just like you djinn, that Allah would not resurrect anyone for judgment. Earlier we tried to reach heaven for news, only to find it filled with stern guards and shooting stars. We used to take up positions there for eavesdropping, but whoever dares eavesdrop now will find a flare lying in wait for them.”
~~*~~
Ethan Dunn
Though she spoke Arabic, I understood the words now. It made no sense why I could, or what these words meant.
“Now, we have no clue whether evil is intended for those on earth, or their Lord intends for them what is right. Among us are those who are righteous and those who are less so. We have been of different factions. Now, we truly know that we can not frustrate Allah on earth, nor can we escape from Him into heaven.”
“What is this, Mom?” I demanded as the prayer pressed down on me. “What—
The words slammed me down on my back. I gasped at the force of her words holding me in place. The quivering inside of me changed. It became... a burning heat. A feverish agony. Something reached into me to pull out a part of me.
To scoop it out of me. I snarled as the pain swelled through me. It reached to the base of my cock. My dick throbbed as she spun around me. Her words spilled from her mouth. My hands balled into fists. This was so disgusting.
Why would she do this to me?
Her words hurt me.
I stared at her dress and stopped fighting my lusts. I saw through her clothes, even her bra and panties. She appeared naked before me, her skin a dusky hue. She was lithe, her legs toned and stomach flat. She had curves to her hips and a shockingly shaved snatch. I stared at the lips of her pussy before she spun around.
Her ass faced me. A curving rump with the imprint of her panties squeezing about them. Her back lean. Her hair was being held in place by the headscarf I peered through. It swayed as a mass tucked around the base of her neck. She spun around again and...
Her boobs appeared. They bounced and jiggled, but not as much as they should. Her unseen bra constrained them. I stared at them, watching her nipples harden. I wanted her to stop singing and ride my dick. To rip it out of my pants and plunge her cunt down me.
I wanted the taboo passion of my step-mother's pussy.
~~*~~
Kyra Dunn
Lust swelled in me. The need to plunge myself on my step-son shot through me. I had to keep going. He writhed on the ground as the exorcism reached into him to wrench that lusty djinn from him. He would just be a young man again.
Those whores would be liberated from their enslavement to him.
“When we heard the guidance of the Qur'an, we readily believed in it. For whoever believes in their Lord will have no fear of being denied a reward or wronged. And among us are those who have submitted to Allah and those who are deviant. So as for those who submitted, it is they who have attained Right Guidance. And as for the deviant, they will be fuel for Hell.”
He screamed.
~~*~~
Sadie Blanchet
As I waited for my chance to start casting my binding spell, thwarted by all of Ethan's women milling out on his porch for some reason, I felt a shift in the air. Words that were chanted. An exorcism ritual. An awful one.
“No!” I gasped. I wanted to bind the incubus to me. If he was exorcised, he would be destroyed. He wasn't possessed by a demon. He was born from a demon. The spirit in him was his. He could not survive without it.
I burst out of my car and raced down the sidewalk and cut across the lawn toward the front door. The three women on the porch turned to face me. One of them was my age, a busty blonde in a tank top that hugged her big tits. Another wore a pair of skinny jeans and a halter top. A woman in her thirties with bleached-blonde hair. The other was almost her age, a slender woman with platinum-blonde hair I recognized from college.
“Who are you?” the woman with bleached-blonde hair asked.
“Why, I know you,” the busty blonde said. Her name was... Patsy. “Ain't you Sadie? You're in my philosophy class.”
“Yes!” I shouted as the Arabic words, spoken with faith and power resonated through the air. “He's in danger! She's trying to exorcise him!”
~~*~~
Ethan Dunn
The agony burned through me. I snarled through the pain and stared at my step-mother's naked body dancing around me. My dick was so hard despite the torment. I imagined her riding my dick, plunging her cunt up and down it.
Moaning how she was powerless to resist my taboo dick. That she was a lonely widow in need of a cock. In need of the love of her life's son. I sent my lust at her. My desire, but she just kept chanting those awful words.
My soul howled inside of me.
“Had the deniers followed the Right Way, We would have certainly granted them abundant rain to drink as a test for them. And whoever turns away from the remembrance of their Lord will be admitted by Him into an overwhelming punishment. The places of worship are only for Allah, so do not invoke anyone besides Him.”
~~*~~
Kyra Dunn
I wanted to ride him so badly. I shuddered as my dancing stopped. Lust burned in me as I kept chanting. I ripped off my headscarf, freeing my black hair in front of my step-son for the first time since he was a child. My hands ripped down the zipper in the back. I ripped off my dress.
“Yet when the servant of Allah stood up calling upon Him alone, the pagans almost swarmed over him. Say, O Prophet, 'I call only upon my Lord, associating none with Him in worship.'”
He screamed in pain as I flung my dress off and straddled him. I stood over him, my heart pounding. His cock tented his jeans. My pussy burned so hot as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I tore it off, freeing my large breasts.
“Say, 'It is not in my power to harm or benefit you.'”
I shoved off my panties, bending over to do it. He snarled in pain as I kept praying.
“Say, 'No one can protect me from Allah if I were to disobey Him, nor can I find any refuge other than Him. My duty is only to convey the truth from Allah and deliver His messages.'”
I fell to my knees, my tits heaving. I attacked his fly, my cunt burning. The lusts were so strong. I had been a lonely widow for years. I loved his father, and I needed a man like him. I needed the love of my life's son in me. I opened his fly and drew out his hard cock.
I plunged my pussy down his dick. I didn't stop praying. I was almost done with the ritual as I took him to the hilt. He had so much cock for me to enjoy. My boobs jiggled as I slid up him, the pleasure rushing through me.
“And whoever disobeys Allah and His Messenger will certainly be in the Fire of Hell, to stay there for ever and ever. Only when they see what they have been threatened with will they know who is weaker in helpers and inferior in manpower.”
He snarled in pain as I worked my cunt up and down him. I was nearly done. He was nearly free.
“Say, 'I do not know if what you are promised is near or my Lord has set a distant time for it. He is the Knower of the unseen, disclosing none of it to anyone, except messengers of His choice. Then He appoints angel-guards before and behind them to ensure that the messengers fully deliver the messages of their Lord—though He already knows all about them'—”
I just had a few more words to stay when a hand slapped over my mouth. I moaned into it, the exorcism cut off. My cunt slid up and down Ethan's dick. I enjoyed my step-son's fat cock in my cunt as I stared up at a woman I didn't know.
She was... I wasn't quite sure how to describe her look. She was a Black girl who wore a frilly dress. It was a Gothic dress. Something out of old times but updated with modern materials. Black with pink bows that ran down the front and a frilly, lace skirt. It gave her a childish appearance accentuated by her slender figure and doll-like, mocha-brown face. Her hair was gathered in thick ringlets.
There was nothing innocent about her eyes, though.
I shuddered as my step-son panted. The ritual was dying away. I had to speak those last words, but... but...
I worked my pussy up and down his dick. I couldn't deny those fantasies. I was a lonely widow who needed the comfort of my step-son's big cock. I shuddered, squeezing my cunt around his rod. I had only known one other man, his father, and Ethan...
He was so much bigger.
I moaned into the hand, working my cunt up and down Ethan's forbidden dick. I had succumbed to the lusts of the djinn in him. The evil spirit that possessed him had seized me, too. I whimpered, my pussy clamping down on him. The moment was over.
“Fuck,” Ethan groaned.
I had failed Allah and fallen into sin. I shuddered, my pussy melting around his cock. He felt so good. I felt like a woman as I rode him. A sexy woman. My tits bounced as his hands started rubbing my thighs.
“Mmm, yes, yes, dominate her, Ethan,” the strange girl purred. Dressed like a little girl but in a sexy way. She had fishnet stockings on and heels. It was so wild how frilly and lacy her outfit was. “That's it. You have her. She won't be able to continue the ritual. It's dissipated.”
