Tinker Tailor Soldier Slut

My arms still held Azara in a tight embrace, and I sighed. My body relaxing under her, the rhythmic beat of her heart, the rise and fall of her chest soothing my stress and worry.

“Wait, what happened to Angela?” I ask, mentally kicking myself for having forgot.

Azara’s delicate, dangerous fingers trace the line of my jaw as she sighs softly, “She’s fine. She helped me with you, then returned to her home, she and I have made a pact. In exchange for my magic, she will serve me how I see fit... rather... how you see fit master” she muses an impish smile on her face.

I understood though, via her thoughts that Angela wasn’t in any undue stress anymore, in fact, Azara largely had left her alone after she met me, which I was thankful for. I’d have to go check on her and make sure.

Still, was I really going to do this? Was I really going to build a goddamn cult and fuck with the world, literally! The more I thought about it... the more it appealed to me, the more... enticing it felt. A surge of panic rose in me, and under-fucking-standably! I never wanted to do any of that shit this morning.

“It’s the effect of the blood... your desires... your taboos, they will all shift and change as you... improve” Azara whispered before kissing my chin.

“Ah... great...” I groan not exactly relishing the idea. “What time is it?”

“Six?”

“I need to get going, someone’s waiting for me” I groan as I struggle to rise, eliciting a sad whimper from Azara as she pouts

“Julie Babineaux, you want to fuck this woman” She teases me as I stretch and stand, “Can I come?”

“Absolutely not. And it’s none of your business what we do.” I reply curtly, my voice firm causing a look of distress to flash across the lounging Azara.

Her eyes downcast again she rises to her knees, fists balled up atop them as she slouches over, “I’m sorry... I didn’t... I thought” she murmurs. She can read my mind, she knows as nice as I am, I am still THIS close to dragging her ass to a Church and handing her over to a priest, so pissing me off ain’t the way to go right now.

“Yeah you thought wrong. Clean this room, and if you’re gonna stay here till I return you’ll restrict yourself to the kitchen and garage, got it?” I order, probably with more **** than necessary but I’m about to leave a demon in my house and a lot of me feels more okay with that than it should.

“Of course, Master” she mumbles her eyes never looking into mine. Huh, she’s done a complete 180 from earlier in terms of personality I muse idly, wondering if it has something to do with this ‘bond’ between us.

“And don’t fuck my family either. You are to be the perfect picture of innocence.” I finish as I pull a spare set of my clothes on that sat folded on my moms' dresser, and move towards the door. I know she nodded, I could sense it. I could feel her thoughts and intentions, if I could feel them, does that mean I can block them I wonder.

With some concentration, almost like meditating, I block her from my mind. Temporarily putting a barrier on the bond she has to me, cutting her off.

I turn around to close the door, and a pang of guilt stabs me in the heart.

I look over at Azara, her eyes welling up as she silently brushes tears away, staring mournfully at me as I leave, a quiet “Master...?” Slipping her lips as I close the door.

God dammit why the hell did she have to make that so difficult, I don’t even really feel anything for her yet. I mentally berate myself before sighing and walking down the hall to the living room.

But... what’s that smell... is that. On the air I can smell it, so sweet, so enticing I follow the scent down the hall towards the stairs where my sisters room is, and it's not just the stench of sex on my body either.

Slowly I approach the door to Amanda’s room, the sweet smell getting stronger and stronger as I approach the door. And suddenly I can hear it, my hand closing over my mouth to stifle my shock as I peer through the ajar door.

On all fours presented like a bitch in heat is my beautiful, innocent sister, a massive pink dildo hammering her pussy as her juices gush out onto the floor and over her legs. The smell.

“Yesss... yessssss big brother.... fuck me... fuck your dirty little sister... yessss Daniel!” She moans as she cums on her dildo, my mind going into meltdown.

It’s not possible... it can’t be... my little sister... fantasying about me....

I gulp, and shake my head. Raising my hand I wait a moment before rapping the door with my knuckles.

“Hey Amy! I’m up and feeling better now if you’re still up for getting some drinks? Sorry for not picking you up earlier” I ask cautiously.

I can hear her moving around frantically inside her room, scurrying back and forth. “Jus-just a minute!” She calls, out of breath.