A New Life

A scream pierced the night that interrupted my dreams. I woke stiff in my bed and got up awkwardly and opened the door to my room. I walked inside the kitchen, my throbbing cock making it difficult with every step. My mother and sister were watching through the kitchen windowsill in horror.

I look out in the night's distance to see men holding torches and weapons, my dad sprawled in a pool of blood, and saw a flesh shape object near him, next to a lying pitchfork and blood on one of the brigand's long knife. I nearly vomited.

"Where ya cunts?! I love me some farm bitches!" One of the fat greasy unshaved men said.

"Ya them bitches ain't no use to you no more now isn't it," another rat-faced one said, and they laughed. My father had passed out at this point. I grimaced.

At that, my sister turned away and ran for her room. I could hear two doors open and close and could guess she was probably finding a place to hide.

My mother was watching in tears with her hand covering her mouth.

"What are we going to do?"

“I can’t fight them all in armed combat. I have to channel," I said, pulling down my pants and stroking it furiously.

I know it wouldn't be enough. With my hands, I could only reach at the fingertips for it, the aether. I needed it all.

"Mom please," I looked at her with pleading eyes.

She nodded and said, "Let's go upstairs, I don't think we'll have time if we stay here."

I glanced back while we headed upstairs and saw the brigands approaching the house. As we left and got into the upstairs master bedroom. I could hear banging on the door.

I lay down on my parent's bed and my mother reached down my pants and stroked my cock.

"Mom, I hate to ask, but you will have to do better than that."

She nodded and bent down and pulled my pants to my knees and kissed it and slowly engorge her mouth over it, her hand moving up and down it as she sucked. I sat back and tried to not worry about the sound the looting and searching going on downstairs. If this was a quiet situation, I would have burst then and there while she was going up and down my shaft sloppily, but the banging made it very difficult.

"Are you coming soon?" she asked.

I could hear wood splinter downstairs and the stomping of boots while my mother was stroking my thighs.

"Not really. Can you sit on it, please?"

She looked at it calculatingly and got on top of me. As her breast lay on my chest, I felt my nervousness fade away.

"Where are you?!" I heard mocking voices cry out outside the room as they searched, boots thumping.

I reach for my penis and guided it into her asshole. In my dream, it always seemed to be that, maybe I could gain the most strength out of it in such a manner.

"Honey, what are you doing? ” my mother asked in a hushed voice as I prodded her asshole with my dick.

'It has to be this way, I think. Besides, I don't want a three-eyed sibling." I whispered to her.

I pushed my dick in and out of her asshole, testing her an inch at a time. She gritted her teeth.

"There you are!"

Screaming came from outside the room. It was my sister. Me on hearing this pressed my full weight into my mother's asshole, my hips grinding into her with desperation.

My mother winced and breathed heavily. I covered her mouth with my own to stop her from drawing attention to us. I had hoped the sounds of our tongues slurping on each other wasn't as loud as her panting. I dug my fingers into her plush bottom and drove it into my hips.

"Please let me go!" I hear my sister scream.

"Take off her dress!" one of them said.

At this, my mother moved her hips along with me, grinding faster. I writhed and spasmed into her, my semen shooting into her bowels.

"Comon keep her still, hold her to the floor!"

I withdrew my penis and pushed it into my mother's mouth and had her clean me. She gagged and tried to say something but I kept her face firmly planted at the base of my cock, her mouth, and throat making sucking motions. I closed my eyes and concentrated. I could feel myself reaching out for the aether. It was clear. The fog of lust that had left me struggling to reach for it dissipated as I kept my mother bobbing her head on my cock. I breathed in and held it. I let go of my mother and told her to crawl out the window and help my father. I pulled up my pants and exited the room.

I saw them in the main hall with my sister held to the ground, grabbing at her clothes, parts of wool cloth scattered near her. They had a hand over her mouth and one had a hand up her dress. She had tears in her eyes and looked at me pleadingly.

There were five. They all got up and left my sister alone who was whimpering on the floor and drew out their knives and other weapons. I channeled as they came rushing weapon in hand. A well of faint red streams spiraled around me and flames engulfed me, I didn't feel the heat. The five of them screamed as it engulfed them in flames. My sister ran out of the house. The world was on fire, and it was all around me. I tried to control the fire, but it could feel it slipping out of my grasp like a horse that wouldn't be broken. I was still new to it all. Panicking I ran out of the house, leaving the brigands, who were screaming and rolling on the floor in the smoke and heat, behind in the searing inferno.

I got to my mother and sister. My mother had torn up some of her clothes and tried her best to dress my father's wound.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't put the fire out." I turned around to watched the farmhouse burn.

"He's alive at least," my mother said. "We're all alive, that's good."

"What did you do?" my sister said.

I stood there watching the fire disintegrate my house and smiled. 'Start a new life,' I thought.