Lustful Awakenings Part Two

Clang. Clang. Clang. That was what I woke up to. The noise drilled through my ear as I reached for some clothes to dress myself. My phone kept buzzing on with texts from Abbie. In the midst of my still sleepy haze and a sudden bloodlust for whoever interrupted my sleep I recalled what transpired days before. I remembered coddling my mother, taking her, cumming inside of her. I remembered how I am now magically a being of well, magic. To be frank I still have no idea what a druid was and after I deal with that infernal clanging I was going to get some answers.

I rushed downstairs to find my sister Maddy on the dinner table throwing pots and pans in the direction of my mother. I could see my mother ducking and dodging trying to reason with her. My first thought was, what was happening? My second was how man pots and pans do we have?

“Oooohh, look at me mom when you say that,” she yelled, “I don’t think you can!”

“Darling, please calm down.” my mother said, “There are a certain set of rules we have to follow.”

“Yeah well, screw you!” Maddy threw one directly at mom.

“Enough!” I snarled, my voice bellowing throughout the room sending a shock wave throughout the house. The flying pan stopped inches from my mom’s face and fell flat to the ground.

They both looked at me simultaneously dropping their hands down. Maddy leaped from the table and looked at me. She was crying, tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak only to stop and then ran outside. I went to comfort her before I was stopped by my mother as she took my hand and dragged me in.

“What in blazing hell was that? Why was she crying?” I yelled impulsively shoving her hand away, “Tell me, mother! Or shall I call you Hazel now?”

That snapped a nerve. She slapped my right in the face, the sound of which echoed throughout the room.

“I am still your mother!” She cried, “You should treat me like one!”

I was filling with infinite anger and rage. I could feel my other self slowly taking over. I growled in the direction of my mother much like before, emitting a force which sent her flying across the room. My fingers moved instinctively in a set of motions controlling her through the air lifting her up and pulling her back towards me. Kill her, finish her off.

She lifted her head up to look at me, her eyes locking with mine. Her crimson eyes glared into me, trapping me in her gaze. A sharp pain arose in my head flooding me with memories of our time together. I could see her supple breasts heaving as she rocked on top of me, I could recall how divine she tasted and then my other self just simply disappeared. She dropped to the floor with a thud as it happened.

I laid her on the couch and sat next to her. How could I do this to my own mother I thought. The guilt washed over me in a flood of emotion.

“It is quite alright, love.” She got up and hugged me, “It takes a lot more than that to hurt me, although you are more powerful than I thought.”

“I am sorry, I am so sorry. Something takes over me driving me to do those things.” I said crying into her.

“It is our family’s curse and our source of power. It is time I explain, fully this time.” She said.

I willed myself from her arms and sat by listening intently. I wanted to know more, no, I needed to know more.

“We are a family of druids. We are stronger and older than our witch brethren. We are one of the last two clans to survive the years,” She explained, “All magic comes from a source and ours come from the demonic blood in our veins.”

That last phrase sent chills throughout my body. Was the other me a demon? Am I a demon?

“No, we are human love.” She said as if she could hear what I was thinking, “We just have demonic blood. So rather we are hybrids, I would say. Long ago a demon sent from the depths of hell fell in love with a young human woman, a druid. That is how we came to be and ever since then when one of us turns eighteen our power manifests.”

“So what is that other me, The one that takes over?” I asked.

“I have not heard of such a thing, love” She said stroking my face with her thumb, “All I know is that you must come to terms with yourself, to understand yourself. In turn you will be powerful.”

“Alright,” I said, “So why did you come to me the other night? Why did you fuck me?”

Her eyes twinkled at the word ‘fuck’, “Our coven has lay with each other since the beginning. Mother with son, father with daughter and brother with sister and everything in between. It is our way of letting our excess energy flow back to the earth before it consumes us. That is also why Maddy was upset when I told her to have sex with you. She has too much energy pent up inside her.”

“You told her to fuck me?” I accused her, “I need to find her. I need to apologize.”

“Go and find her,” she told me, “Also take this it will help you, it is a grimoire. It is a book of spells created by our family.”

She handed me a tattered black bound book.