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Chapter 08.
The Witch.
When she woke up, she saw that Maylén was not there. Rebeca had stayed in her room to wait for her and it was already morning. She got out of the room wearing only a sleeveless blouse that accentuated her nipples and a small lace thong that left her reddish pubic hair visible.
Did you see Maylén? he asked Lilén, who was going down the stairs to go have breakfast.
—No. Has she not returned yet? —The little one seemed scared—. Did she stay all night on the mountain?
To Rebecca her heart went up to her mouth. On its own it was hard to imagine Maylen two hours in that thickness, much less could she imagine her spending the whole night there.
Did you think something happened to him?
Let's not rush —Rebecca said, trying to calm down her daughter and herself.
In the dining room Catriel, Inara and Soraya were having coffee with cum and toast with beautiful. They put themselves on alert after seeing the faces of Lilén and Rebeca.
—Did something happen? —Asked Catriel.
—Maylen didn't come back home —answered Lilien.
I'm leaving right now to look for her.
No, wait... —Rebecca stopped him—. You don't know the mountain. It's very dangerous. Where are you going to start?
I'm going to ask someone in town. They know the area well.
The boy ran out of the dining room, crossed the hall and when he opened the entrance door he found a woman standing just below the staircase. His family, who followed his steps, was surprised to see him stop abruptly. They leaned in and observed the newcomer.
The woman had more than forty years old, although well-preserved. Black hair azabache, somewhat disheveled but very clean. It shone under the sun's light. She had sensual lips shadowed with black lip liner and used dark purple makeup on her eyelids. Her gray eyes were capable of freezing blood. She wore a black bag hung from the left side, adorned with white and gray feathers. She was wearing an unusual tunic, also black, adapted to the warm climate of Argentina's coastal region. It was very low-cut, so her large breasts could be seen until the edge of her nipples. Her curved legs protruded from the lateral cuts. The dress was wider at the back, but only a strap went down from her stomach almost to the floor. This strap was so narrow that on either side it exposed the woman's smooth pubis, giving her a supremely sensual and imposing appearance. She seemed like a character straight out of an erotic fantasy tale.
It was clear to Catriel who that woman was who reminded him a bit of Morticia Addams, although with her hair disheveled.
Are you the witch who went to look for my sister?
I'm the witch, yes.
It surprised everyone that she didn't feel offended by the term 'witch'. She said it with absolute normality, like someone introducing themselves as a doctor or lawyer.
Did you see my daughter? We were waiting for her all night...
—Is Maylén? The girl who left me this note? —He showed her the little paper—. I didn't see her.
—And where could it be? —Rebecca asked, her voice trembling.
On the mountain.
—But, but... Maylén has no idea how to take care of herself in the woods —Inara commented.
I imagine she won't be alone.
It was already irritating to Catriel that that woman spoke so briefly.
He said she was going with a guy named Guillermo and a guy named Mauricio.
—Ah, if it's with Guillermo and Mauricio then it's fine. They must have caught up at night. I know how to move quickly. Someone who doesn't know the mountain only slows down the hike.
—Can we trust those two? —Rebecca asked, her heart rate began to slow down gradually.
Yes. They are the best guides in the area. For them, the mountain is like their backyard. They probably camped. Don't worry.
This didn't leave Rebecca completely calm, but she understood that her daughter should be fine. Maybe when it got dark she didn't dare to continue the trip and considered it was sensible to camp.
—Did you come to help us with the ghosts? —Asked Lilén.
—Did you also notice strange presences in the house? —The witch replied with another question.
Yes, on several occasions, said Soraya, I can feel a malignant presence in the house. A power that is beyond human.
I feel it too, assured the witch. You must have great perception. Maybe some bond with strong energy.
—Eh... My name is Soraya. I was a nun for many years, and I'm still a believer. Maybe that's why.
It's possible, yes. Nuns are often very perceptive. Several lived in this house. Not all were good. Can I come through?
—Yes, of course —said Rebecca—. What is your name?
I'm called Narcisa. Although in the village everyone calls me 'The witch'.
Soraya got a chill. She didn't like being in the presence of an authentic witch.
Is she devoted to the Wicked?
No, Soraya. Don't worry. Not all witchcraft is associated with demons. My bond is with nature. It could be said that I'm more related to you nuns than to black magic witches.
Soraya enjoyed hearing that, showed a friendly smile and relaxed. The Korvacik family let Narcisa pass through. The woman wandered around the entire entrance hall as if she were chasing an invisible force. After a few seconds, she turned her head to look at Rebecca and said:
Up there. There's a powerful force. Did they find something attractive?
—Room eleven —said Inara, instantly.
Narcisa didn't ask permission. She climbed the stairs and Inara was the first to react. She followed her closely and could see beneath the fine mesh of the black dress that danced with each step. She could see, for a second, female genitalia between her legs. Thus she discovered that the witch had no underwear. That was like a stab of uncertainty... and eroticism.
“—The door is closed!” Rebecca screamed while climbing the stairs—. And there's no light. Catriel, find your flashlight.”
—It's better to use candles —said Narcisa, already walking down the hallway—. Electric light bothers spirits. There must be old candelabras somewhere in the house. Maybe in the basement.
Lilén, can you bring them? Asked Rebecca, from above. Her youngest daughter had fallen behind.
Not crazy under the basement.
—Come on, daughter... please. We all have to collaborate. Maylén crossed half the mountain to contact Narcisa. Catriel and Soraya found the cemetery...
Did they find the Val Kavian cemetery? —Narcisa seemed as intrigued as surprised.
—Yes. It's been left to ruin —Soraya said—. That must be unsettling for the spirits. We think it would be a good idea to restore it.
Yes. It is. And it should be one of the priorities.
Soraya liked that response.
Lilén was disoriented and scared. She knew she had to face her fears, but it would have been nice if Inara at least accompanied her. She opened the door to the basement and observed that long staircase disappearing into darkness. It seemed like the mouth of a huge monster. To light herself up, she lit a candle from the kitchen. With her heart racing wildly, she began to descend the stairs. At each step, she feared that the step would give way under her feet and she could fall to a certain death... or maybe end up with multiple fractures.
He tried to get rid of those horrible ideas from his head and kept going. Luckily the person who stored the candelabras didn't leave them too far from the foot of the stairs. They were made of some metal similar to bronze, although not as heavy. He took three and carried them up the stairs, making a great effort not to trip... and not to look back.
He thought three wouldn't be enough and went back for more. He walked down the stairs slowly and when he got to the bottom, he grabbed three more candelabras. This time he dared to look beyond, understand what was in that basement. He found boxes and furniture covered with old sheets. He fixed his gaze on a dark corner and it was there that he saw her.
A human figure, perfectly defined, cut off the gloom. Lilén didn't scream because she couldn't. Panic was so great that it paralyzed her vocal cords. She grasped the candelabras clumsily and began to run upstairs, jumping two steps at a time. She stepped badly. Her right foot slipped and fell face-first against the wooden stairs. One of the candelabras rolled down, causing a metallic clatter when it hit those left in the basement. Her candle went out.
—Hey Lilén! Did something happen? —She heard the distant voice of her mother.
It's nothing! I'm coming!
I didn't want to be like a coward in front of all her family... again. The good thing about losing your only source of light is that the human figure disappeared. The bad thing is that complete darkness scares her even more.
He climbed the stairs practically on all fours. He had strongly hit his right knee and it hurt more and more each time. He tried to make slow movements because he thought that way he wouldn't alert the shadow being as much. When he arrived upstairs, he didn't even give himself a minute to reflect. He closed the basement door and ran with the five candelabras in his arms.
—I've raised the sails! —Soraya shouted from above!
That was a relief, I didn't want to go back to the kitchen, which was so close to the basement. She went up to the second floor and agitated handed over the candelabras to the witch. She took care of putting three candles in each one and gave instructions to the family on where to put them, inside room eleven.
—This doesn't please me —said Soraya—. They formed a pentagram. That's devilish.
—The pentagram has nothing to do with the devil —the witch assured—. Those were always lies of the Christians.
Soraya was gaining respect for that woman, but this comment ended up being offensive to her. Yet she didn't say anything, she didn't want to provoke a discussion. Much less now that, seeing that dark room lit by candles, she could feel the malignant presence more intensely.
It's impressive, said the witch, looking at the countless pornographic photos that covered all the room, someone performed rituals in this room. There is a strong malignant... and sexual energy.
This froze the blood of those present.
—Is there a way to reverse what they've done in this room? —Asked Soraya.
Yes. First, remove the boxes from the four corners.
—Why? —Asked Catriel.
They will understand when they do it.
Inara and Catriel worked together in the corner with the most boxes. Soraya and Rebeca took care of two others, and Narcisa of the last one. Lilén stayed in the center, admiring everything. The dancing lights of the candles gave the whole room a more morbid aspect, as if the people in those photos were now moving. She could see a man penetrating a young girl who looked very much like her. And that same girl swallowing a thick penis. She scanned the walls with her gaze, looking for the face that most resembled hers. She found two other photos on the wall to her left: the young girl was naked next to another young woman, both standing still as if posing for a lingerie catalog. The second photo showed them licking each other's shells. Lilén didn't have to use much of her head to conclude that those two girls were sisters. Not twins, like her and Inara. But yes, sisters. They looked very similar. She wondered who they might be. They appeared in many old photographs with a very antique aspect. All in black and white.
Ah! What is this? —Inara asked when she saw what was under the boxes—. It's something red. Is it blood?
No, it's paint —said Rebecca, who had found something similar on her corner—. It's old and dry.
There's also a brand like that here - said Soraya.
—They're on all four corners —said Narcisa—. They're runes for rituals. We have to erase them immediately.
—That's an idea I like, said Soraya. Rebecca, bring your paint solvents.
Already.
Helping themselves with steel brushes, they were able to remove the runes in just a few minutes. That the paint was so dry helped a lot. The parquet floor was all scratched up, but that was the least of it. They would probably sand it down later. The witch asked them to bring her a wide brush and white paint. She drew new runes where the others had been before, the symbols were incomprehensible, but Soraya was satisfied just seeing they were different.
From the bag, Narcisa took some dry herbs and put them in a small strange bowl in the center of the room. Rebeca knew that was an incense burner. The witch used a greasy substance to make the herbs float there and lit the wick of the incense burner. A strong smell invaded the room. It was a mix between flowers, burned yuyo, and lavender. It wasn't bad, although it was too intense.
—Very well, now we have to carry out a ritual.
—Will that be enough to get rid of the bad spirits? —Lilén asked.
—Can you do it with just one ritual? No, impossible. Many will be needed.
—And what kind of rituals are we talking about? —Soraya asked uncomfortably. She could understand a mass or a baptism; but witchcraft still seemed to her something malevolent, no matter how much connection it had with nature.
This is the part they won't like. See all those photos? What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Sex —said Catriel.
Lust —commented Rebecca.
Sin —replied Soraya.
Incest —added Lilén.
—Is incest? —Inara seemed disconcerted.
—Yes. Look at the girls in that photo... they're sisters. And here they're having sex.
It's true... —her twin sister replied, full of curiosity—. And this guy seems to be his father.
He signaled a photo where a man with a thick mustache was sitting naked on an old and ornate chair. He was smiling with an air of grandeur and had his cock well hard. The two sisters were on their knees, one on each side. The older one had the glans in her mouth, the other was licking the shaft.
Ah... please! —Soraya exclaimed—. Doing that with their own daughters...
Instantly she regretted and felt the heavy guilt. She had done the same with her nephew. 'Although... a nephew is not the same as a son', she tried to convince herself.
—Everything they mentioned is true —the witch continued—. These photos are here to strengthen a connection with the spirits. They were invoked with the power of sex, lust, sin, incest... and morbidity. And in the same way, they must be expelled.
What are you trying to say? — Rebeca seemed worried.
Don't worry about it. It doesn't mean they have to do everything that's seen in the photos. We can also help ourselves with other methods, such as restoring the cemetery. But we'll need to perform some rituals with sexual bonding. Just that now we'll be doing them with expulsion runes, not invocation ones.
This doesn't please me at all, said Soraya.
—What I don't like are ghosts —said Lilén.
If we do these... rituals. Will they work? —Rebecca asked
If they're done properly, yes. They will work. And to put them at ease, I promise we'll make the minimum number of rituals possible. But they'll have to follow my instructions to the letter. Any alteration in the ritual could mean a failure. And when a ritual fails, not only does its effect get canceled out, but it creates the opposite effect.
Or rather... said Catriel. If we do it wrong, instead of chasing away the spirits... would we be invoking them?
That's it.
The family members exchanged worried glances.
—I'll do any ritual —said Rebecca—, if this is what it takes to prevent my kids from doing it.
—Rituals are always voluntary. They cannot be performed if the person does not consent to participate in the sexual act. Although they may not know that's part of a ritual. Otherwise, it doesn't count.
—Ah, that leaves me more relaxed. You've heard it, girls... I don't want you doing this. Is that clear?
—But mom — protested Inara.
—Nothing. I'll do them myself.
The ritual is stronger if more than one person participates.
Hey Soraya, will you help me?
The former nun remained paralyzed, with her eyes very open.
I'm sorry, sister. I don't like this ritual stuff at all. I'm a woman of faith, I feel like I'd be betraying the Lord.
That didn't stop you from sinning —said the witch. For Soraya, that was like a slap in the face—. I can see the halo of sin enveloping your soul. Your impurity disturbs the spirits. It enrages and makes them stronger.
Don't talk to me about my sister like that, intervened Rebecca. She was always a nun. And when she left being one, she didn't commit any sin. This time I'll do the ritual alone.
—I also want to participate —said Catriel—. If we want to do the minimum number of rituals possible, let's perform the most effective ones.
He has a point.
But... but... what would we have to do?
They're placed in the center, near the incense, and follow my orders. Before we start, I'd like to ask something. You don't have to respond with details, just a yes or no. Were you tempted to perform unethical sexual acts during your stay here? —Everyone nodded their head—. Did you fall into that temptation? —Everyone responded with a yes—. Then this is worse than I imagined. Don't feel guilty. Those are the spirits, acting through you.
For absurd as it would seem the explanation, Soraya felt relieved. She had sucked her nephew's cock because of an evil entity that led her to do so. Otherwise... and there was when she remembered that strange things had also happened before moving. Would spirits have something to do with that too?
“—Are we starting? —Asked Rebecca, nervous.”
Narcisa meditated for a few seconds in silence, as if evaluating the situation, and said:
—There's still something to verify. Let's get out of the house and look for it in the four corners. There might be invocation runes outside.
They moved quickly and separated to cover all the corners. The first one to find a rune, painted on a rock, was Catriel. Narcisa put him to scrub the rock to erase it and then Inara found another on the back of the house. Soraya and Lilén started cleaning immediately a third stone with one of those strange red symbols. Rebeca found the last one near the riverbank. Narcisa recorried the four corners, painting over the cleaned rocks the new runes in white. Then she met up with the Korvacik family in the entrance hall.
—Those runes turned the whole house into an invocation circle —he commented.
What does that mean exactly? Asked Soraya.
All sexual attitudes you had in these last days altered the dormant spirits.
That doesn't sound good at all —said Lilén.
—Anyway it's not that worrying, the most powerful incantations are made inside room eleven. If they didn't do anything sexual in there, then the situation isn't that serious.
We didn't do anything more than look and leave —Rebecca assured.
—Hmm... that's not entirely true —said Inara—. I took the nun's diary...
—And I took some photos —said Catriel.
---From the wall or a box? ---Asked Narcisa, she seemed worried.
From a box. We don't touch anything from the wall.
—Ah, well... that's important. The objects in the box aren't connected to the ritual, but those on the walls are. Don't touch the photos on the walls until I tell you to. And those acts weren't sexual, so there's no problem.
—This... um... sorry, but I did something sexual in there —said Inara, ashamed.
—Tell me right now what you did and how —said Narcisa, with her eyes very open.
I found a metal dildo in one of the boxes and... I used it inside the room.
—No! No! No!
Narcisa ran up the stairs, and everyone else followed her. Panic began to grow among the family members. They didn't understand anything, but if the witch was so scared this must be very bad... very bad indeed.
—Where is it? Where is it? —Asked Narcisa, while looking around.
—Here... in this box —Inara pointed out—. I found it there, I left it there.
Narcisa opened the box and took out the cursed dildo. She observed it attentively under the candlelight and everyone could see strange inscriptions in relief, forming three rings near the base of the penis.
—No, no! This is very bad, girl! What you did was stupidity! But how stupid!
—Hey! Don't talk to my daughter like that —Rebecca intervened—. She didn't know what she was doing.
—It's the same, he did it voluntarily. This object is part of a ritual for invoking a very powerful spirit: the Pombero.
—I thought that was just a local legend —Soraya said, with a knot in her throat.
—Every legend has something true —said Narcisa—. And if we've already performed a ritual to invoke the Pombero, then we have to get to work right now. Rebeca, kneel down in the center of the room. —She obeyed, although she didn't seem very convinced—. And you Catriel... I need to see your penis. —The boy hesitated for a few seconds, when his mother nodded her head, he released his member. The witch caressed it with her soft fingers. Those delicate and sensual hands made him vibrate with pleasure—. It's very good. You seem to have a lot of virile energy. This is excellent. You're going to be a fundamental element in our rituals. Now stop in front of your mother.
Catriel positioned himself in front of Rebecca, leaving the still flaccid penis hanging a few centimeters from her face.
What do I have to do? — Asked his mother, already clearly nervous.
What you want. And that's important. The ritual can't be forced. If you do things against your will, you'll only manage to enrage the spirits. From now on, everything you do has to come from within you. From your own desire.
But... it's my son...
I know it. And don't forget that the incestuous desire is also on the walls, it was used in the ritual and that's very powerful. It can't be countered in any other way.
Or so... do I have to desire my own son's cock?
Yes. I may ask you for specific things; but you shouldn't follow my words as if they were orders. They're just suggestions. You're the one who decides to act. Desire must arise in you. Otherwise, it doesn't work.
Rebeca bit her lower lip and slowly extended her hand to her son's penis. She had touched it before... she had masturbated him. She blamed the harmful influence of spirits for that. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it, wouldn't have gone so far. But now... what should she do? What were her own desires dictating?
Relax, mom - said Catriel - Nothing you do is going to bother me. I understand why you're doing it.
Catriel wasn't very convinced about this ritual thing. He wasn't even sure if ghosts existed. Maybe Maylén was right and it's all just suggestion. However, he knows very well that the rest of his family won't be able to live in peace until they do something about it.
Rebeca began to shake the cock of her son and it was getting hard little by little. It was shocking for her to be the cause of this erection. A mother making her son's cock get hard like a garrote. If they had told her she had to do something specific, just following specific orders and steps from the ritual, she would have turned off her brain. She would try to keep her mind blank to act and not reproach herself for anything. But she had to feel it, so as not to enrage the spirits. Catriel's penis is beautiful, virile, masculine, that's why he painted it in his paintings. She could see a certain attraction in that. Maybe not a sexual attraction, but an artistic one. She imagined how beautiful it would be to paint a picture with that cock between her breasts.
Rebeca took off her blouse and freed her magnificent breasts. She placed her son's member between them and squeezed with her hands on either side of the tits. Narcisa nodded her head. This was working, but they needed more. She encouraged her to continue. Rebeca began to masturbate her son using exclusively the pressure generated by her tits. Catriel had already experienced something similar with a lover; but none had breasts like his mother's. It got even harder, making it easier to masturbate.
This is pleasant - thought Rebecca -. I am not deceiving the spirits.
I accelerated the pace of the 'Masturbation Boobs Fuck'. I hadn't done one in years, but still remembered how to do it.
Do you need a little help getting warmed up? Asked Narcisa. It's very important that you're excited about it.
—Uh... yes —Rebecca replied, not understanding what was really the witch's proposal.
Narcisa crouched down next to the redhead, bending her knees. She remained with her legs very far apart and Catriel could see that the front strip of the dress, hanging in front of her pubis, was barely able to cover her pussy. Even being so open, the vaginal lips were visible poking out from the sides. The only thing left hidden was the clitoris and the division of the lips. Yet Narcisa didn't do this to help Catriel. She put her hand under the flowery loincloth that Rebecca was wearing and moved her thong. Without saying a word, she started caressing her pussy.
That woman who didn't know anything, now she was masturbating her. Rebeca couldn't believe how quickly everything was happening. To make matters worse, she was doing it with great mastery. Narcisa was able to find very sensitive points on her sex and didn't hesitate to put two fingers in.
—You're lubricating very well, said the witch, That's a good sign. But don't stop. We need more than this.
Rebecca had to admit that the fondling took effect. The fever started to show and with it came the loss of inhibitions. She began to look at her son's cock with other eyes... and she was too close to ignore them. In a poorly calculated movement, the glans rubbed against her lips. This made her blood boil.
Narcisa positioned herself behind the redhead. Catriel regretted it because he couldn't see her pubic area anymore, didn't imagine that this was actually good for him.
The witch, giving a lecture on sensuality, began to rub Rebecca's neck with her lips. She whispered words of encouragement into his ear: 'Keep going, you're doing it very well'. This, combined with the fingers entering and leaving her pussy, made the redhead vibrate. She didn't like being made to feel this way by a woman, but she couldn't help it.
You've got to go a little further, Rebecca... you've got to give more to the spirits.
The flame of the candles began to dance, a breeze had entered the room... or was it more than just a simple breeze?
Narcisa licked Rebecca's neck and when she reached her chin, she searched for Catriel's glans and licked it. Then she swallowed it. She retained it in her mouth for barely seconds. After that, she kissed Rebecca on the lips. Rebecca didn't object. What the witch was doing was too exciting to reject. Those lips tasted like honey and she realized she could kiss them a thousand times.
Already decided, with her sexual instinct at the surface of her skin, Rebecca licked her son's cock. 'It's not bad -- I thought --. Not bad at all'. In an ethical sense it was bad, and she knew it. But in practice, it was pleasant. Narcisa swallowed a good part of the cock, let it go, and then Rebecca put the glans in her mouth. She left it out almost instantly, as if she still wasn't daring to suck it really. The witch insisted, showing him what he should do. She sucked the cock for a few seconds, making Catriel's heart palpitate. The boy couldn't believe he had those two beautiful women playing with his member.
This time Rebecca sucked a bit more. She suctioned the glans with firmness and decision. She let Narcisa do the same and the next time the cock entered the red-haired woman's mouth, she started sucking it. She moved her head as if she were doing an authentic blow job... and without forgetting that this cock was her son's. She was giving Catriel a genuine blow job... and Narcisa was helping her. Neither the witch's fingers nor her tongue stopped. Rebecca's pussy was extremely wet and Catriel felt like he was in paradise. Each subtle lick from Narcisa was of extraordinary precision. She found the most sensitive spots with great ease. Rebecca noticed this and licked the same zones that the witch had passed through. Afterward, the two of them took turns giving Catriel a good blow job together.
Do you want it on your face? The witch asked. Do you want me to leave you full of semen?
To Rebecca her heart paralyzed. She kept sucking at a good pace, swallowing the penis as far as it was possible for her. The semen felt strangely attractive... and she had been without it for some time. Not really without it. Semen on her face, in her mouth... on her tongue.
Yes, I want him to cum on my face.
Those were magical words for Catriel, that after so much masturbation and Boobs fuck and so many blowjobs, he could no longer take it. Especially if he took into account the strange morbidness that made him have his mother sucking him.
His cock released everything like a firehose. That's when Narcisa stepped back, she understood that prize only belonged to Rebecca. The redhead opened her mouth and offered it as a receptacle for all the sexual nectar of her son. An offering to the spirits... and for her own libido. The cum covered most of her face and also left an abundant amount inside her mouth. Rebecca put his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard, not only swallowing the semen that was already on her tongue but also swallowing everything that came out afterwards. Catriel, driven by pure instinct, moved his hip as if he were kissing his mother's mouth. A final cum shot burst forth and was swallowed by Rebecca instantly.
—This turned out much better than I imagined —Narcisa assured—. I didn't think the first ritual would turn out so well. Although don't believe that just with this it will be enough. We must offer diversity to the spirits. And situations with more powerful sexual energy.
—But for now can we consider it concluded? —Asked Soraya.
—Yes, for now yes. We'll follow another day.
The ritual came to an end and Rebecca wiped the semen off her face using her blouse. Turning her back on the rest, she swallowed the sperm that had remained in her fingers. It was delicious... because it came with the taste of morbo. Something she had tried to avoid all her life, and now she was starting to enjoy it. This made her feel guilty. Although she couldn't deal with these doubts right now.
They extinguished the candles and the incense burner, but left all the accessories inside the room, as they would need them again.
In the entrance hall, before saying goodbye, Narcisa said:
Masturbating anywhere in the house helps with the ritual.
—Ugh, my mom is going to take care of that —said Lilén—. She's the most annoying one in the family.
—It also serves to tell someone else's sexual anecdotes, as long as that person hasn't heard the same anecdote before. Confession, like in Catholicism, has very powerful effects. —Soraya showed a smile, some things about these rituals were pleasant to her, others not so much—. And if they're going to do something sexual, beyond masturbation... well, it's best not to limit themselves. The more rein they give to their acts, the better.
As long as we genuinely feel like doing it —Inara commented.
Exactly. I'm glad you've understood everything so well. You should take these rituals and the energies lurking in this house very seriously. We're dealing with very powerful... and potentially harmful forces. I need to collect some things for future rituals. But, due to how delicate the situation is, I have to ask you to prepare a room for me. This will take time and it's better if I'm here to see what happens.
There's no problem —Rebecca assured—. We have plenty of rooms left. You won't be any trouble here.
Soraya wasn't so convinced to let an unknown person share the house with them. But she didn't dare to refuse. She didn't want to start a family discussion.
I think that would be all... ah, one last thing. I recommend making some friends in the village, we might need external help. Even if it's just to fix the house and cemetery. And under no circumstances tell anyone about the rituals, and avoid talking about ghosts or specters. In this village they're too sensitive. If you think you're in danger, there will be problems.
—They hate redheads in town, said Lilén. How are we going to make them like us?
Not all the people in the town have the same superstition. That's going to give them a sign of who they should approach and who it's better to ignore. And as for you, Soraya, I have to ask you not to pray inside the house until we finish the rituals.
Why not? —She asked, bewildered.
—You could say that your faith comes from a different source of energy... and that would confuse the spirits. It would make them more aggressive. You should remove all the crucifixes, but don't throw them away. Take them to the cemetery. There you can pray.
Well, at least I have a place to do it.
—And don't worry about Maylén. I know she's fine. I can feel it.
Narcisa left the house, leaving the Korvacik family staring at the door in silence. They were terrified and confused. Suddenly, this whole affair of spirits felt more real than ever. What would happen if they weren't able to get rid of them on time?
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Chapter 08.The Witch.
When she woke up, she saw that Maylén was not there. Rebeca had stayed in her room to wait for her and it was already morning. She got out of the room wearing only a sleeveless blouse that accentuated her nipples and a small lace thong that left her reddish pubic hair visible.
Did you see Maylén? he asked Lilén, who was going down the stairs to go have breakfast.
—No. Has she not returned yet? —The little one seemed scared—. Did she stay all night on the mountain?
To Rebecca her heart went up to her mouth. On its own it was hard to imagine Maylen two hours in that thickness, much less could she imagine her spending the whole night there.
Did you think something happened to him?
Let's not rush —Rebecca said, trying to calm down her daughter and herself.
In the dining room Catriel, Inara and Soraya were having coffee with cum and toast with beautiful. They put themselves on alert after seeing the faces of Lilén and Rebeca.
—Did something happen? —Asked Catriel.
—Maylen didn't come back home —answered Lilien.
I'm leaving right now to look for her.
No, wait... —Rebecca stopped him—. You don't know the mountain. It's very dangerous. Where are you going to start?
I'm going to ask someone in town. They know the area well.
The boy ran out of the dining room, crossed the hall and when he opened the entrance door he found a woman standing just below the staircase. His family, who followed his steps, was surprised to see him stop abruptly. They leaned in and observed the newcomer.
The woman had more than forty years old, although well-preserved. Black hair azabache, somewhat disheveled but very clean. It shone under the sun's light. She had sensual lips shadowed with black lip liner and used dark purple makeup on her eyelids. Her gray eyes were capable of freezing blood. She wore a black bag hung from the left side, adorned with white and gray feathers. She was wearing an unusual tunic, also black, adapted to the warm climate of Argentina's coastal region. It was very low-cut, so her large breasts could be seen until the edge of her nipples. Her curved legs protruded from the lateral cuts. The dress was wider at the back, but only a strap went down from her stomach almost to the floor. This strap was so narrow that on either side it exposed the woman's smooth pubis, giving her a supremely sensual and imposing appearance. She seemed like a character straight out of an erotic fantasy tale.
It was clear to Catriel who that woman was who reminded him a bit of Morticia Addams, although with her hair disheveled.
Are you the witch who went to look for my sister?
I'm the witch, yes.
It surprised everyone that she didn't feel offended by the term 'witch'. She said it with absolute normality, like someone introducing themselves as a doctor or lawyer.
Did you see my daughter? We were waiting for her all night...
—Is Maylén? The girl who left me this note? —He showed her the little paper—. I didn't see her.
—And where could it be? —Rebecca asked, her voice trembling.
On the mountain.
—But, but... Maylén has no idea how to take care of herself in the woods —Inara commented.
I imagine she won't be alone.
It was already irritating to Catriel that that woman spoke so briefly.
He said she was going with a guy named Guillermo and a guy named Mauricio.
—Ah, if it's with Guillermo and Mauricio then it's fine. They must have caught up at night. I know how to move quickly. Someone who doesn't know the mountain only slows down the hike.
—Can we trust those two? —Rebecca asked, her heart rate began to slow down gradually.
Yes. They are the best guides in the area. For them, the mountain is like their backyard. They probably camped. Don't worry.
This didn't leave Rebecca completely calm, but she understood that her daughter should be fine. Maybe when it got dark she didn't dare to continue the trip and considered it was sensible to camp.
—Did you come to help us with the ghosts? —Asked Lilén.
—Did you also notice strange presences in the house? —The witch replied with another question.
Yes, on several occasions, said Soraya, I can feel a malignant presence in the house. A power that is beyond human.
I feel it too, assured the witch. You must have great perception. Maybe some bond with strong energy.
—Eh... My name is Soraya. I was a nun for many years, and I'm still a believer. Maybe that's why.
It's possible, yes. Nuns are often very perceptive. Several lived in this house. Not all were good. Can I come through?
—Yes, of course —said Rebecca—. What is your name?
I'm called Narcisa. Although in the village everyone calls me 'The witch'.
Soraya got a chill. She didn't like being in the presence of an authentic witch.
Is she devoted to the Wicked?
No, Soraya. Don't worry. Not all witchcraft is associated with demons. My bond is with nature. It could be said that I'm more related to you nuns than to black magic witches.
Soraya enjoyed hearing that, showed a friendly smile and relaxed. The Korvacik family let Narcisa pass through. The woman wandered around the entire entrance hall as if she were chasing an invisible force. After a few seconds, she turned her head to look at Rebecca and said:
Up there. There's a powerful force. Did they find something attractive?
—Room eleven —said Inara, instantly.
Narcisa didn't ask permission. She climbed the stairs and Inara was the first to react. She followed her closely and could see beneath the fine mesh of the black dress that danced with each step. She could see, for a second, female genitalia between her legs. Thus she discovered that the witch had no underwear. That was like a stab of uncertainty... and eroticism.
“—The door is closed!” Rebecca screamed while climbing the stairs—. And there's no light. Catriel, find your flashlight.”
—It's better to use candles —said Narcisa, already walking down the hallway—. Electric light bothers spirits. There must be old candelabras somewhere in the house. Maybe in the basement.
Lilén, can you bring them? Asked Rebecca, from above. Her youngest daughter had fallen behind.
Not crazy under the basement.
—Come on, daughter... please. We all have to collaborate. Maylén crossed half the mountain to contact Narcisa. Catriel and Soraya found the cemetery...
Did they find the Val Kavian cemetery? —Narcisa seemed as intrigued as surprised.
—Yes. It's been left to ruin —Soraya said—. That must be unsettling for the spirits. We think it would be a good idea to restore it.
Yes. It is. And it should be one of the priorities.
Soraya liked that response.
Lilén was disoriented and scared. She knew she had to face her fears, but it would have been nice if Inara at least accompanied her. She opened the door to the basement and observed that long staircase disappearing into darkness. It seemed like the mouth of a huge monster. To light herself up, she lit a candle from the kitchen. With her heart racing wildly, she began to descend the stairs. At each step, she feared that the step would give way under her feet and she could fall to a certain death... or maybe end up with multiple fractures.
He tried to get rid of those horrible ideas from his head and kept going. Luckily the person who stored the candelabras didn't leave them too far from the foot of the stairs. They were made of some metal similar to bronze, although not as heavy. He took three and carried them up the stairs, making a great effort not to trip... and not to look back.
He thought three wouldn't be enough and went back for more. He walked down the stairs slowly and when he got to the bottom, he grabbed three more candelabras. This time he dared to look beyond, understand what was in that basement. He found boxes and furniture covered with old sheets. He fixed his gaze on a dark corner and it was there that he saw her.
A human figure, perfectly defined, cut off the gloom. Lilén didn't scream because she couldn't. Panic was so great that it paralyzed her vocal cords. She grasped the candelabras clumsily and began to run upstairs, jumping two steps at a time. She stepped badly. Her right foot slipped and fell face-first against the wooden stairs. One of the candelabras rolled down, causing a metallic clatter when it hit those left in the basement. Her candle went out.
—Hey Lilén! Did something happen? —She heard the distant voice of her mother.
It's nothing! I'm coming!
I didn't want to be like a coward in front of all her family... again. The good thing about losing your only source of light is that the human figure disappeared. The bad thing is that complete darkness scares her even more.
He climbed the stairs practically on all fours. He had strongly hit his right knee and it hurt more and more each time. He tried to make slow movements because he thought that way he wouldn't alert the shadow being as much. When he arrived upstairs, he didn't even give himself a minute to reflect. He closed the basement door and ran with the five candelabras in his arms.
—I've raised the sails! —Soraya shouted from above!
That was a relief, I didn't want to go back to the kitchen, which was so close to the basement. She went up to the second floor and agitated handed over the candelabras to the witch. She took care of putting three candles in each one and gave instructions to the family on where to put them, inside room eleven.
—This doesn't please me —said Soraya—. They formed a pentagram. That's devilish.
—The pentagram has nothing to do with the devil —the witch assured—. Those were always lies of the Christians.
Soraya was gaining respect for that woman, but this comment ended up being offensive to her. Yet she didn't say anything, she didn't want to provoke a discussion. Much less now that, seeing that dark room lit by candles, she could feel the malignant presence more intensely.
It's impressive, said the witch, looking at the countless pornographic photos that covered all the room, someone performed rituals in this room. There is a strong malignant... and sexual energy.
This froze the blood of those present.
—Is there a way to reverse what they've done in this room? —Asked Soraya.
Yes. First, remove the boxes from the four corners.
—Why? —Asked Catriel.
They will understand when they do it.
Inara and Catriel worked together in the corner with the most boxes. Soraya and Rebeca took care of two others, and Narcisa of the last one. Lilén stayed in the center, admiring everything. The dancing lights of the candles gave the whole room a more morbid aspect, as if the people in those photos were now moving. She could see a man penetrating a young girl who looked very much like her. And that same girl swallowing a thick penis. She scanned the walls with her gaze, looking for the face that most resembled hers. She found two other photos on the wall to her left: the young girl was naked next to another young woman, both standing still as if posing for a lingerie catalog. The second photo showed them licking each other's shells. Lilén didn't have to use much of her head to conclude that those two girls were sisters. Not twins, like her and Inara. But yes, sisters. They looked very similar. She wondered who they might be. They appeared in many old photographs with a very antique aspect. All in black and white.
Ah! What is this? —Inara asked when she saw what was under the boxes—. It's something red. Is it blood?
No, it's paint —said Rebecca, who had found something similar on her corner—. It's old and dry.
There's also a brand like that here - said Soraya.
—They're on all four corners —said Narcisa—. They're runes for rituals. We have to erase them immediately.
—That's an idea I like, said Soraya. Rebecca, bring your paint solvents.
Already.
Helping themselves with steel brushes, they were able to remove the runes in just a few minutes. That the paint was so dry helped a lot. The parquet floor was all scratched up, but that was the least of it. They would probably sand it down later. The witch asked them to bring her a wide brush and white paint. She drew new runes where the others had been before, the symbols were incomprehensible, but Soraya was satisfied just seeing they were different.
From the bag, Narcisa took some dry herbs and put them in a small strange bowl in the center of the room. Rebeca knew that was an incense burner. The witch used a greasy substance to make the herbs float there and lit the wick of the incense burner. A strong smell invaded the room. It was a mix between flowers, burned yuyo, and lavender. It wasn't bad, although it was too intense.
—Very well, now we have to carry out a ritual.
—Will that be enough to get rid of the bad spirits? —Lilén asked.
—Can you do it with just one ritual? No, impossible. Many will be needed.
—And what kind of rituals are we talking about? —Soraya asked uncomfortably. She could understand a mass or a baptism; but witchcraft still seemed to her something malevolent, no matter how much connection it had with nature.
This is the part they won't like. See all those photos? What's the first thing that comes to mind?
Sex —said Catriel.
Lust —commented Rebecca.
Sin —replied Soraya.
Incest —added Lilén.
—Is incest? —Inara seemed disconcerted.
—Yes. Look at the girls in that photo... they're sisters. And here they're having sex.
It's true... —her twin sister replied, full of curiosity—. And this guy seems to be his father.
He signaled a photo where a man with a thick mustache was sitting naked on an old and ornate chair. He was smiling with an air of grandeur and had his cock well hard. The two sisters were on their knees, one on each side. The older one had the glans in her mouth, the other was licking the shaft.
Ah... please! —Soraya exclaimed—. Doing that with their own daughters...
Instantly she regretted and felt the heavy guilt. She had done the same with her nephew. 'Although... a nephew is not the same as a son', she tried to convince herself.
—Everything they mentioned is true —the witch continued—. These photos are here to strengthen a connection with the spirits. They were invoked with the power of sex, lust, sin, incest... and morbidity. And in the same way, they must be expelled.
What are you trying to say? — Rebeca seemed worried.
Don't worry about it. It doesn't mean they have to do everything that's seen in the photos. We can also help ourselves with other methods, such as restoring the cemetery. But we'll need to perform some rituals with sexual bonding. Just that now we'll be doing them with expulsion runes, not invocation ones.
This doesn't please me at all, said Soraya.
—What I don't like are ghosts —said Lilén.
If we do these... rituals. Will they work? —Rebecca asked
If they're done properly, yes. They will work. And to put them at ease, I promise we'll make the minimum number of rituals possible. But they'll have to follow my instructions to the letter. Any alteration in the ritual could mean a failure. And when a ritual fails, not only does its effect get canceled out, but it creates the opposite effect.
Or rather... said Catriel. If we do it wrong, instead of chasing away the spirits... would we be invoking them?
That's it.
The family members exchanged worried glances.
—I'll do any ritual —said Rebecca—, if this is what it takes to prevent my kids from doing it.
—Rituals are always voluntary. They cannot be performed if the person does not consent to participate in the sexual act. Although they may not know that's part of a ritual. Otherwise, it doesn't count.
—Ah, that leaves me more relaxed. You've heard it, girls... I don't want you doing this. Is that clear?
—But mom — protested Inara.
—Nothing. I'll do them myself.
The ritual is stronger if more than one person participates.
Hey Soraya, will you help me?
The former nun remained paralyzed, with her eyes very open.
I'm sorry, sister. I don't like this ritual stuff at all. I'm a woman of faith, I feel like I'd be betraying the Lord.
That didn't stop you from sinning —said the witch. For Soraya, that was like a slap in the face—. I can see the halo of sin enveloping your soul. Your impurity disturbs the spirits. It enrages and makes them stronger.
Don't talk to me about my sister like that, intervened Rebecca. She was always a nun. And when she left being one, she didn't commit any sin. This time I'll do the ritual alone.
—I also want to participate —said Catriel—. If we want to do the minimum number of rituals possible, let's perform the most effective ones.
He has a point.
But... but... what would we have to do?
They're placed in the center, near the incense, and follow my orders. Before we start, I'd like to ask something. You don't have to respond with details, just a yes or no. Were you tempted to perform unethical sexual acts during your stay here? —Everyone nodded their head—. Did you fall into that temptation? —Everyone responded with a yes—. Then this is worse than I imagined. Don't feel guilty. Those are the spirits, acting through you.
For absurd as it would seem the explanation, Soraya felt relieved. She had sucked her nephew's cock because of an evil entity that led her to do so. Otherwise... and there was when she remembered that strange things had also happened before moving. Would spirits have something to do with that too?
“—Are we starting? —Asked Rebecca, nervous.”
Narcisa meditated for a few seconds in silence, as if evaluating the situation, and said:
—There's still something to verify. Let's get out of the house and look for it in the four corners. There might be invocation runes outside.
They moved quickly and separated to cover all the corners. The first one to find a rune, painted on a rock, was Catriel. Narcisa put him to scrub the rock to erase it and then Inara found another on the back of the house. Soraya and Lilén started cleaning immediately a third stone with one of those strange red symbols. Rebeca found the last one near the riverbank. Narcisa recorried the four corners, painting over the cleaned rocks the new runes in white. Then she met up with the Korvacik family in the entrance hall.
—Those runes turned the whole house into an invocation circle —he commented.
What does that mean exactly? Asked Soraya.
All sexual attitudes you had in these last days altered the dormant spirits.
That doesn't sound good at all —said Lilén.
—Anyway it's not that worrying, the most powerful incantations are made inside room eleven. If they didn't do anything sexual in there, then the situation isn't that serious.
We didn't do anything more than look and leave —Rebecca assured.
—Hmm... that's not entirely true —said Inara—. I took the nun's diary...
—And I took some photos —said Catriel.
---From the wall or a box? ---Asked Narcisa, she seemed worried.
From a box. We don't touch anything from the wall.
—Ah, well... that's important. The objects in the box aren't connected to the ritual, but those on the walls are. Don't touch the photos on the walls until I tell you to. And those acts weren't sexual, so there's no problem.
—This... um... sorry, but I did something sexual in there —said Inara, ashamed.
—Tell me right now what you did and how —said Narcisa, with her eyes very open.
I found a metal dildo in one of the boxes and... I used it inside the room.
—No! No! No!
Narcisa ran up the stairs, and everyone else followed her. Panic began to grow among the family members. They didn't understand anything, but if the witch was so scared this must be very bad... very bad indeed.
—Where is it? Where is it? —Asked Narcisa, while looking around.
—Here... in this box —Inara pointed out—. I found it there, I left it there.
Narcisa opened the box and took out the cursed dildo. She observed it attentively under the candlelight and everyone could see strange inscriptions in relief, forming three rings near the base of the penis.
—No, no! This is very bad, girl! What you did was stupidity! But how stupid!
—Hey! Don't talk to my daughter like that —Rebecca intervened—. She didn't know what she was doing.
—It's the same, he did it voluntarily. This object is part of a ritual for invoking a very powerful spirit: the Pombero.
—I thought that was just a local legend —Soraya said, with a knot in her throat.
—Every legend has something true —said Narcisa—. And if we've already performed a ritual to invoke the Pombero, then we have to get to work right now. Rebeca, kneel down in the center of the room. —She obeyed, although she didn't seem very convinced—. And you Catriel... I need to see your penis. —The boy hesitated for a few seconds, when his mother nodded her head, he released his member. The witch caressed it with her soft fingers. Those delicate and sensual hands made him vibrate with pleasure—. It's very good. You seem to have a lot of virile energy. This is excellent. You're going to be a fundamental element in our rituals. Now stop in front of your mother.
Catriel positioned himself in front of Rebecca, leaving the still flaccid penis hanging a few centimeters from her face.
What do I have to do? — Asked his mother, already clearly nervous.
What you want. And that's important. The ritual can't be forced. If you do things against your will, you'll only manage to enrage the spirits. From now on, everything you do has to come from within you. From your own desire.
But... it's my son...
I know it. And don't forget that the incestuous desire is also on the walls, it was used in the ritual and that's very powerful. It can't be countered in any other way.
Or so... do I have to desire my own son's cock?
Yes. I may ask you for specific things; but you shouldn't follow my words as if they were orders. They're just suggestions. You're the one who decides to act. Desire must arise in you. Otherwise, it doesn't work.
Rebeca bit her lower lip and slowly extended her hand to her son's penis. She had touched it before... she had masturbated him. She blamed the harmful influence of spirits for that. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it, wouldn't have gone so far. But now... what should she do? What were her own desires dictating?
Relax, mom - said Catriel - Nothing you do is going to bother me. I understand why you're doing it.
Catriel wasn't very convinced about this ritual thing. He wasn't even sure if ghosts existed. Maybe Maylén was right and it's all just suggestion. However, he knows very well that the rest of his family won't be able to live in peace until they do something about it.
Rebeca began to shake the cock of her son and it was getting hard little by little. It was shocking for her to be the cause of this erection. A mother making her son's cock get hard like a garrote. If they had told her she had to do something specific, just following specific orders and steps from the ritual, she would have turned off her brain. She would try to keep her mind blank to act and not reproach herself for anything. But she had to feel it, so as not to enrage the spirits. Catriel's penis is beautiful, virile, masculine, that's why he painted it in his paintings. She could see a certain attraction in that. Maybe not a sexual attraction, but an artistic one. She imagined how beautiful it would be to paint a picture with that cock between her breasts.
Rebeca took off her blouse and freed her magnificent breasts. She placed her son's member between them and squeezed with her hands on either side of the tits. Narcisa nodded her head. This was working, but they needed more. She encouraged her to continue. Rebeca began to masturbate her son using exclusively the pressure generated by her tits. Catriel had already experienced something similar with a lover; but none had breasts like his mother's. It got even harder, making it easier to masturbate.
This is pleasant - thought Rebecca -. I am not deceiving the spirits.
I accelerated the pace of the 'Masturbation Boobs Fuck'. I hadn't done one in years, but still remembered how to do it.
Do you need a little help getting warmed up? Asked Narcisa. It's very important that you're excited about it.
—Uh... yes —Rebecca replied, not understanding what was really the witch's proposal.
Narcisa crouched down next to the redhead, bending her knees. She remained with her legs very far apart and Catriel could see that the front strip of the dress, hanging in front of her pubis, was barely able to cover her pussy. Even being so open, the vaginal lips were visible poking out from the sides. The only thing left hidden was the clitoris and the division of the lips. Yet Narcisa didn't do this to help Catriel. She put her hand under the flowery loincloth that Rebecca was wearing and moved her thong. Without saying a word, she started caressing her pussy.
That woman who didn't know anything, now she was masturbating her. Rebeca couldn't believe how quickly everything was happening. To make matters worse, she was doing it with great mastery. Narcisa was able to find very sensitive points on her sex and didn't hesitate to put two fingers in.
—You're lubricating very well, said the witch, That's a good sign. But don't stop. We need more than this.
Rebecca had to admit that the fondling took effect. The fever started to show and with it came the loss of inhibitions. She began to look at her son's cock with other eyes... and she was too close to ignore them. In a poorly calculated movement, the glans rubbed against her lips. This made her blood boil.
Narcisa positioned herself behind the redhead. Catriel regretted it because he couldn't see her pubic area anymore, didn't imagine that this was actually good for him.
The witch, giving a lecture on sensuality, began to rub Rebecca's neck with her lips. She whispered words of encouragement into his ear: 'Keep going, you're doing it very well'. This, combined with the fingers entering and leaving her pussy, made the redhead vibrate. She didn't like being made to feel this way by a woman, but she couldn't help it.
You've got to go a little further, Rebecca... you've got to give more to the spirits.
The flame of the candles began to dance, a breeze had entered the room... or was it more than just a simple breeze?
Narcisa licked Rebecca's neck and when she reached her chin, she searched for Catriel's glans and licked it. Then she swallowed it. She retained it in her mouth for barely seconds. After that, she kissed Rebecca on the lips. Rebecca didn't object. What the witch was doing was too exciting to reject. Those lips tasted like honey and she realized she could kiss them a thousand times.
Already decided, with her sexual instinct at the surface of her skin, Rebecca licked her son's cock. 'It's not bad -- I thought --. Not bad at all'. In an ethical sense it was bad, and she knew it. But in practice, it was pleasant. Narcisa swallowed a good part of the cock, let it go, and then Rebecca put the glans in her mouth. She left it out almost instantly, as if she still wasn't daring to suck it really. The witch insisted, showing him what he should do. She sucked the cock for a few seconds, making Catriel's heart palpitate. The boy couldn't believe he had those two beautiful women playing with his member.
This time Rebecca sucked a bit more. She suctioned the glans with firmness and decision. She let Narcisa do the same and the next time the cock entered the red-haired woman's mouth, she started sucking it. She moved her head as if she were doing an authentic blow job... and without forgetting that this cock was her son's. She was giving Catriel a genuine blow job... and Narcisa was helping her. Neither the witch's fingers nor her tongue stopped. Rebecca's pussy was extremely wet and Catriel felt like he was in paradise. Each subtle lick from Narcisa was of extraordinary precision. She found the most sensitive spots with great ease. Rebecca noticed this and licked the same zones that the witch had passed through. Afterward, the two of them took turns giving Catriel a good blow job together.
Do you want it on your face? The witch asked. Do you want me to leave you full of semen?
To Rebecca her heart paralyzed. She kept sucking at a good pace, swallowing the penis as far as it was possible for her. The semen felt strangely attractive... and she had been without it for some time. Not really without it. Semen on her face, in her mouth... on her tongue.
Yes, I want him to cum on my face.
Those were magical words for Catriel, that after so much masturbation and Boobs fuck and so many blowjobs, he could no longer take it. Especially if he took into account the strange morbidness that made him have his mother sucking him.
His cock released everything like a firehose. That's when Narcisa stepped back, she understood that prize only belonged to Rebecca. The redhead opened her mouth and offered it as a receptacle for all the sexual nectar of her son. An offering to the spirits... and for her own libido. The cum covered most of her face and also left an abundant amount inside her mouth. Rebecca put his cock in her mouth and sucked it hard, not only swallowing the semen that was already on her tongue but also swallowing everything that came out afterwards. Catriel, driven by pure instinct, moved his hip as if he were kissing his mother's mouth. A final cum shot burst forth and was swallowed by Rebecca instantly.
—This turned out much better than I imagined —Narcisa assured—. I didn't think the first ritual would turn out so well. Although don't believe that just with this it will be enough. We must offer diversity to the spirits. And situations with more powerful sexual energy.
—But for now can we consider it concluded? —Asked Soraya.
—Yes, for now yes. We'll follow another day.
The ritual came to an end and Rebecca wiped the semen off her face using her blouse. Turning her back on the rest, she swallowed the sperm that had remained in her fingers. It was delicious... because it came with the taste of morbo. Something she had tried to avoid all her life, and now she was starting to enjoy it. This made her feel guilty. Although she couldn't deal with these doubts right now.
They extinguished the candles and the incense burner, but left all the accessories inside the room, as they would need them again.
In the entrance hall, before saying goodbye, Narcisa said:
Masturbating anywhere in the house helps with the ritual.
—Ugh, my mom is going to take care of that —said Lilén—. She's the most annoying one in the family.
—It also serves to tell someone else's sexual anecdotes, as long as that person hasn't heard the same anecdote before. Confession, like in Catholicism, has very powerful effects. —Soraya showed a smile, some things about these rituals were pleasant to her, others not so much—. And if they're going to do something sexual, beyond masturbation... well, it's best not to limit themselves. The more rein they give to their acts, the better.
As long as we genuinely feel like doing it —Inara commented.
Exactly. I'm glad you've understood everything so well. You should take these rituals and the energies lurking in this house very seriously. We're dealing with very powerful... and potentially harmful forces. I need to collect some things for future rituals. But, due to how delicate the situation is, I have to ask you to prepare a room for me. This will take time and it's better if I'm here to see what happens.
There's no problem —Rebecca assured—. We have plenty of rooms left. You won't be any trouble here.
Soraya wasn't so convinced to let an unknown person share the house with them. But she didn't dare to refuse. She didn't want to start a family discussion.
I think that would be all... ah, one last thing. I recommend making some friends in the village, we might need external help. Even if it's just to fix the house and cemetery. And under no circumstances tell anyone about the rituals, and avoid talking about ghosts or specters. In this village they're too sensitive. If you think you're in danger, there will be problems.
—They hate redheads in town, said Lilén. How are we going to make them like us?
Not all the people in the town have the same superstition. That's going to give them a sign of who they should approach and who it's better to ignore. And as for you, Soraya, I have to ask you not to pray inside the house until we finish the rituals.
Why not? —She asked, bewildered.
—You could say that your faith comes from a different source of energy... and that would confuse the spirits. It would make them more aggressive. You should remove all the crucifixes, but don't throw them away. Take them to the cemetery. There you can pray.
Well, at least I have a place to do it.
—And don't worry about Maylén. I know she's fine. I can feel it.
Narcisa left the house, leaving the Korvacik family staring at the door in silence. They were terrified and confused. Suddenly, this whole affair of spirits felt more real than ever. What would happen if they weren't able to get rid of them on time?
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