Climax

Halbert couldn’t contain the bubble of laughter that rose up within him. There was a sense of outmost triumph as he looked down and watched his sister go to work **** on his cock. He had missed this, missed the sight of her doing what she was made for.

The warm wetness and suction around his length was pleasant, but what brought him true joy was the feeling of power. Control. Magic, money, fear. Even sex itself, these things were all means to an end, and this was the end. Knowing that he had absolute control over another person, that he was a king in his own realm.

As he basked in the feeling, one hand guiding Maddy’s bobbing head, his mind went elsewhere. In the distant future he would climb higher, chase even more control and turn his attention to the Order. Right now he was but a lieutenant, but in time that would change. Chapman held a position of authority, but the man only had to slip up once and Halbert would strike and take the seat of power. And then who could stop him? The sky would be the limit, a whole world of playthings for him to enjoy.

His thoughts were drawn back to the present by a strange feeling. It wasn’t bad, just a strange warmth around his length, as though his sister’s mouth ran hotter than usual. It might have been pleasant, but he couldn’t help but notice how his manhood grew warmer by the second. Soon it went from warm to hot, hot to painful. With a hiss he tried to push the girl’s felating mouth away, but as he did she looked up at him with eyes that shone purple, and a very real flash of fear ran through Don Halbert’s body.

He let out a scream of utter pain and terror and managed to disentangle himself, looking down to see that there were indeed flames consuming his groin, purple flames that burnt unnaturally and began to catch on the hairs of his legs and stomach, spreading the pain in a horrible bloom. What had she done? What kind of magic was this?

“You bitch,” he shrieked, trying to bat the flames out, “you fucking whore!”

Maddy glared at him coldly. “You deserve every bit of it Don, every fucking piece of this pain and a thousand fold more.”

He made to run, to douse himself in water, but when he turned he was confronted by two strangers standing in his basement. A young man and a middle aged woman. How the fuck did they get here? Where was his security? The pain and the rage made it all bleed together in his mind. Clumsily, he tried to marshal some of his magic, anything that might be able to be able to strike out at these interlopers.

“Fuckin kill you,” he slurred, his tongue swollen and his eyes bulging with pain. He shot out a bolt of destructive mana, only to find it batted away by the woman.

“Oh that’s precious,” she mocked. “How’d you like our trap? It’s hard to resist a pretty mouth, isn’t it?”

He didn’t stop to think, couldn’t string together more spells as the flames spread across his body and threatened to envelop him. He rushed blindly at them, fists thrown and ready to bite and tear at these newcomers in the most basic and animal way to get through. The boy struck him first, hard across the jaw with enough **** to tilt him, little bastard had worn a ring and cut into his flesh and….Halbert hissed.

He felt his body grow weak, his magic suddenly felt a thousand years away from him. Fear clutched his heart, and through the agony he recognised his foe. The Maywood boy, Doc’s grandson. He had been told about him, but what had been said? He couldn’t bring the information to the forefront of his mind with all the damned pain. Who had sired this little fucker? His clothes began to hiss and melt and that smothered all coherent thought.

This was unassailable. He didn’t try to fight, instead rushed past them and up the stairs, through his house and into the backyard. He needed water, any water. Needed to get out, to get far away…

The pool-his ten thousand dollar pool- welcomed him like a lover as he dove in. The flames and the burning ceased at once as the cool water rose up to meet him and for one blissful moment he simply floated in a womb-like serenity. But then the fear returned, and he pulled himself up and out of the water. His legs felt like jelly, so he had to drag himself over towards the lawn, and crawled for the nearby woods before dark unconsciousness took hold.
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The sun was low in the sky when consciousness returned, and with it, pain. The house was quiet, and he had a queer sense of emptiness. Where had everyone gone? Why on earth had no one come to help him? Hissing, he tried to sit up and as he did so, glanced down the melted remains of his genitals. The sight was terrible and the sound he made-something between a sob and a snarl-broke the silence of the world.

“That looks like it hurts.”

The voice came from the dim, its owner the red headed slut he had collected a few days ago. What was her name again? He supposed it didn’t matter, her presence was comforting. At least he still had a pet who could help him. There were doctors he knew, and better yet, healers within the order. He could get to them and recover. And then once his strength returned, the **** could begin.

“Go inside, and call a doctor,” he growled. “I have the numbers in the black book beside the master bedroom.”

She stared at him in silence, completely unmoving. And for the first time he saw an expression on her face that wasn’t idiotic bliss or dull misery. What that woman held in her eyes was pure hatred.

And what she held in her hands, was a knife.

“You took me away from my children,” she whispered.

Halbert watched the glint of the blade, and swallowed uneasily. He stretched out with his mind, tried to send a command. She would bend, she would break. He held the power. He always did.

But there was nothing. His magic would not stir.

His jaw worked silently as he tried to calculate his next move. His heart galloped so fast that he was ready to be sick. “Y-you…you’re free now, ok? I…I release you. You can return to your brats, it’s all good, ok? You’re free to go.”

“Yes,” she said, raising the knife. “I am.”

He didn’t even have time to scream.