Your Aunt get's more than just your hands on her sweet sex

You close your eyes, hoping that something might happen, perhaps your Aunt might put a stop before things went too far, that whatever is controlling your hands might stop if you don't look. Yet all depriving yourself of sight does is heighten your other senses. You feel your fingers slide through the wet layer coating your Aunt's inner thighs, then a warmth radiating over your fingertips, the dizzying feminine scent of your Aunt's arousal. You keep your eyes screwed shut, but still, your fingers travel until you feel your thumbs brush against the warm wetness of your Aunt's labia.

"Ohhhhhh, Amy," Your Aunt groans in a low sensual tone, which causes your already swollen length to harden even more.

Your heart sinks at these sounds, knowing that your Aunt Grace was likely under whatever spell this ritual entails. Both you and your Aunt are trapped to do whatever Mira has planned.

"Why do you still resist?" Mira's soft sensual tone coos in your mind before it descends into an echo of soft sensual laughter that echos through your mind.

You want to reply, saying that this was all wrong, it was ****, but you'd already had that argument and didn't like what came to light because of it. You finally open your eyes and gaze upon your Aunt's glistening sex, and you feel your heartbeat quicken as a sense of excitement begins to wash over those pesky doubts and morals causing you to hesitate.

"That's it, my priestess, let me quieten those silly little fears, so you can hear what your heart desires," Mira adds with a sensual whisper.

Sure enough, as your excitement takes over, you find your hands responding to your own controls once again. You start to move your thumbs, pulling at the soft wet skin around your Aunt's soft mound, her lips parting, causing Grace to let out a moan of pleasure, her legs shifting wider to encourage your hands further. You take a deep breath in through your nose, the dizzying aroma of your Aunt's juices making your head spin and your cock throb.

"See if she's ready, taste her flower and see if it's absorbed enough of my favour," Mira says in a commanding yet sensual tone.

Without thinking about it, your mind addled with lust and excitement, you find yourself wordlessly obeying Mira's commands. You move your head forward, between your Aunt's soft ass cheeks and slowly extending your tongue out, you run it up between your Aunt's hot wet folds. You hear your Aunt Grace let out a gasp of surprise which is quickly drowned out by a throaty moan as your tongue goes in for a second long lick at her juicy pussy. Your Aunt's sweet nectar sends a shockwave of forbidden delight throughout your entire body and thickens the already impenetrable fog of lust surrounding your mind.

"Close, but seems as though this little ritual isn't quite ready for its climax yet," Mira adds with a delightful giggle that almost makes you shiver in delight.

Without any instruction from Mira on what needs to be done, you find yourself standing up and guiding your Aunt to roll onto her back. For a moment you catch a hint of concern for what is happening in your Aunt's blue eyes, but she doesn't stop herself from rolling onto her back, nor does she hesitate spreading her legs nice a wide, giving your an unobstructed view of her dripping pussy. You give your Aunt a reassuring nod while pouring out more of the massage oil onto your Aunt's abdomen. Your hands slowly wandering across your aunt's body and rubbing the oil into her soft skin.

The entire moment feels surreal, almost as if you're watching someone else moving your body, that you're somehow removed from it, absolving you from the guilt of taboos you were about to commit. It would be easier to believe it's not your body making your Aunt let out sensual moans as your fingers and thumbs massage the soft skin of her body, that it isn't you in control of the tongue delving into the delicious divide of your Aunt's sex. Yet each time you tell yourself that Mira's controlling you, that you're not doing this, that a sensual laugh echoes in your mind.

"You can't deny your nature, my priestess, not from me, and most of all not from yourself," Mira's thoughts echo with a thunderous laugh.

You try and push Mira's thoughts out of your mind, changing your mental narrative that you're only doing this to please the goddess which holds such sway over you; that this act of forbidden lust was a necessity. Yet with each long pass of your tongue, with each heavy moan of pleasure that escapes your Aunt's lips, with each mouthful of your Aunt's liquid arousal that you swallow, you believe your own lie less and less.

"Amy, I think we should stop now," Aunt Grace says between heavy moans of pleasure, the muscles in her legs tensing as she feels herself getting close to cumming on your tongue.

"Can't," You reply softly. "It's not complete," You add, before diving back into your Aunt's sweet juicy pussy.

"We don't need to finish the ritual, I have enough for my research," She adds, the rational part of her mind finally breaking free and trying to put a stop to what she should have done long before now.

This time you feel your Aunt's hands on your head, giving a halfhearted attempt to push you off, but you refuse to relent now, not when your Aunt is so close to cumming. You pull your head upwards slightly and take your Aunt's swollen clit between your lips and begin to kiss and suck at the swollen bundle of nerves, causing Grace to howl in pleasure as you draw her closer and closer to climax.

Your Aunt tries to give your head another shove, but you flick your blue eyes up to your Aunt and feel a strange tingling warmth radiate through your body, before your Aunt's expression seems to go vacant for a minute before the concern in her blue eyes fades and she smiles at you.

"Look at you, channelling one of my gifts without needing my help," Mira coos in delight.

With one hand stroking and massaging your Aunt's flat stomach, the other slithers its way down your Aunt's body, quickly slipping between her legs. You slowly tease two fingers around your Aunt's hot wet folds gathering up a sweet sticky mix of her juices and your own saliva. You carefully line those same fingers up with the entrance to your Aunt's juicy sex and begin to press them in, your Aunt's lips parting around your digits, practically sucking them inside of her.

You expertly pump your fingers coated in a mixture of massage oil, your saliva and a copious amount of your Aunt's juices, making them slip effortlessly in and out of her sex. All the while you tease her clit with your tongue, driving her wild with a mixture of, kissing, nibbling, sucking and licking the sensitive love bud. The sweet sounds of your Aunt's increasingly louder moans of carnal pleasure drive you on until finally, you get your Aunt to cry out in ecstasy, her entire body trembling and writhing. You feel a warm rush of liquid hit you in the face, as you manage to make your Aunt squirt.

"Can you feel it now, my priestess?" Mira asks softly "Can you sense her body changing as I will it?" Mira continues to ask.

For a moment you can't quite tell what Mira means, however you close your eyes, and suddenly feel a slight tremor, which went unnoticed before, although to be fair having your aunt squirting over you is a reasonably destructive event to happen. You open your eyes, watching your Aunt's folds still twitching, her body rising and falling as she pants and moans through sweet aftershocks of her intense orgasm. By instinct your reach out and place a hand on your Aunt's body, roughly where her womb would be. Then you feel it, an unmistakable heat coming from your Aunt, something about it makes your already swollen cock throb and ooze pre-cum onto the floor.

"Well done, my priestess, congratulations on successfully carrying out the first part of the ritual," Mira says in a soft sensual tone. "Now you simply need to give your, newly fertile Aunt, a taste of my gifts and a sample of my seed," Mira adds in a sultry tone.

You feel a sense of worry filling your minds once more, somehow permeating through the dense fog of lust that had covered you before. Pleasuring your Aunt and leaving her fertile was one thing, and you'd love nothing more than to rail your Aunt deep and hard with your painfully hard cock right now. Yet planting your seed inside of her, knowing she was mystically ripe and fertile was another thing.

You were still a little apprehensive about the 9 loads you'd unwittingly blown deep inside your Cousin Nat's unprotected pussy, still there was a chance it wasn't quite the right time in her cycle for your reckless and relentless fucking having lasting consequences. Admittedly it was still a big risk, but at least with Natalie's lifestyle, there could be another explanation for an unexpected addition to the family tree. Yet you can sense that anything between you and your Aunt now wasn't a risk, but a certainty.

"Stop stalling, bury that shaft into your kin and then gift her your seed," Mira says in that commanding sensual tone.

You feel yourself standing up and reaching out to pull your Aunt towards the edge of the bed, her lower lips, red and swollen, practically pleading for you to bury your swollen length inside of her. You quickly rack your brain, **** to find a loop hole or something to get you out of it, you replay Mira's words in your mind until finally, you think you have something.

"Wait, you said, give a taste of your gifts, and then my seed?" You think at Mira

"I did, what of it?" Mira replies in a curious tone.

"That they're two separate components, two parts of the second half of the ritual," You think, triumphantly.

"Very astute," Mira replies with a soft laugh. "It seems as though my new priestess has a sharper mind than I first thought," Mira adds in a sensual tone.

"So I'm right?" You think back.

"Yes, if you truly wish to simply leave your Aunt with a fertile body for someone else to seed, you may simply coat her body with your seed instead," Mira says with a casual tone. "A waste if you ask me, but my gifts are yours to use as you see fit as long as my bidding is done," Mira adds in almost a weary tone.

You let out a sigh and smile to yourself, feeling the first sense of control since you first put on the stupid bracelet. This way you get to have your forbidden fruit cake and eat it. All you have to do is make sure you pull out of your Aunt when the time comes, shower her with your seed and get out of this mess without further risk of turning your family tree into a tangled mess.