9 comments/ 179539 views/ 60 favorites The Rebirth By: Chased This is a long read I know. The purpose of this when I wrote it, was not for a quickie but rather a slow build on a topic I have never thought to try before. WARNING. This does include element of the occult, incest and likely some bad grammar. BTW I wanted to try something new, these are not my actual beliefs. Peace out! * Oliver sat in his room contemplating the day. His stomach felt heavy with unease. His perfect 4.0 GPA was down the tubes. He failed his religion mid-term. As a senior in a catholic school, religion was a required course. Previous years he actually did rather well in it. He did not understand why, but this semester felt different. His grades in all other studies were still as strong and sound, however today when he bent over the blank, lined answer sheet, he was drawing a blank. He attempted to guess a few answers, the look on his professor's face when he glanced at the page could be summed up as not amused. Oliver had no idea how he was going to explain this to his mother. His father, he knew, would not care. Work was always Steven Prince's first love, something Oliver could not understand because his mom was a looker. After an awkward conversation with her a few months ago, Oliver was beginning to assume that his father was in fact gay. Not that he had any problem with gay people, the way his mom said he married to keep up appearances, made him wonder. Usually men in high powered positions tend to develop god complexes and screw around, and this would explain why he never saw his father with a young secretary or junior exec. In fact, one time when he complained to his mother about the restricting required dress code to the catholic school he attended, she informed him that the choice to send him there was his fathers, wanting him to have the best education. Since neither of his parents seems particularly religious, he could believe it. Oliver scrubbed his hands over his scruffy face. From last summer to this school year, he had changed a lot. When school was dismissed for the summer, Oliver was a thin, short boy, who had little body hair and the stature of a Toby Maguire body. And like the actor in his more famed role, required lenses. With his father tied up at work, he and his mother took off to see the U.S. traveling from city to city to look at schools. It was the best summer he could honestly ever recall having. His mother, Leah had kept the youthful appearance of a college co-ed over the years. Her face still flawless and wrinkle free, her long, inky black hair was free of grey. When he looked her in the eye, he always saw youth, vibrance and a healthy dose of wickedness. The latter always confused him, never warm or matronly, her eyes always spoke of a joke that he was not in on. The only place that was out of sorts on their summer journey was a week into their trip.... Salem, New Hampshire July 8th "Mom, what school are we checking out?" Oliver asked, looking at his map. He gave his glasses a quick shove on his nose, a few patches of grease from his forehead and cheeks, marring the tempered glass. "We're not Hun. I have to make a stop to see a friend. We will stay at her place for the night and then head towards New York." Leah explained, keeping her eyes on the highway ahead. "Can I drive now? It's been 5 hours." Oliver pleaded. "Not this time. When we leave Oryana's tomorrow you can drive until we hit New York City okay?" Leah reasoned. Oliver studied his mother from the side, her tank top and shorts were a bit trendier then you'd normally see on a 34 year old woman, but she still had the body to pull it off. He could admit that he felt a little pride when his friends would drool over his mom. He could also admit that he felt burning stabs of jealousy at the idea of her sleeping beside his father, that was until she let her little suspicion slip. Oliver turned to stare back out at the road, the Ozzy Osborne song, Mr. Crowley, was not attracting him like it had for most of the trip. His mind travelled to their last truck stop. He was sitting at a booth alone, waiting for his mom when some college age girls teased him about his size and being out alone. When his mother returned from the lavatory, it did not take her long to deduce the happenings. She decided to sit close to him, on his side of the booth, leaning closer then what would be proper for a mother, but it did the trick on shutting up the hecklers. He even took notice of a few of their boyfriends turning green with envy. "Mom, am I a shrimp?" He asked in a mumble. Leah took her eyes off the road, not surprised by the question. "Honey you are a normal size for a teenage boy. I am sure you have another growth spurt coming." She reassured. "I am 5'6, I have zits, I have no muscle and the deans we have met so far thought I was a girl at first." Oliver sniffed. Leah pulled the open topped Jeep to the side of the road. "Honey, you are a late bloomer. I know it bothers you and that kids harass you, but you will not always be this way, I promise." She swore with a pointed look. "Remember Alicia? She said I was smaller than her last boyfriend. She didn't even see anything." Oliver admitted, pouting and turning red all at once. It did not take a rocket scientist to understand what he was referring to. "When you fill out, so will the rest of you, I am sure you will make some woman a very happy lady." Leah said with a wink, pulling the Jeep back on the road. By dusk they had reached a dark brownstone home. The gates were tall and wrought iron, the gardens seemed to be filled with herbs and flowers he had never seen before. When they pulled to door at the center of the circular drive, Oliver noticed the striking blonde standing at the door. Her clothes were causal, draped over another attractive body. After sitting beside his hot mom and now taking a look at his mom's smoking friend, lil' Ollie was ready to come out to play. Climbing out, he pulled his backpack in front of his jeans. He watched as his mother greeted the lady with a warm and lingering embrace. Oliver could feel waves of sensuality rolling off both of them, he could not help but wonder if his mother favoured same sex tendencies like his father. "Oliver, I am your mother's friend Oryana. Welcome to my home. You can stay in whichever room you prefer. I will get you some supper and a drink, after that, you get your own." She commanded with a smile. Oliver nodded, unable to speak. As he strolled through the house, Oliver chose a room that screamed Goth. The carved four post bed and thick draperies reminded him of the 1800's. When he joined everyone downstairs, his mother and her friend were in the kitchen giggling like schoolgirls. Their whispers were too low for his ears, so he spent the time watching their bodies as they moved from pot to pot, getting the meal ready. It was served in another gothic castle looking room. The long mahogany table looked regal with a blood red table runner that seemed to go for a mile. The aromas were amazing and the company was fun as the two swapped fun stories of their collage years. After the heady meal, Oryana brought out thick black goblets filled with a citrus smelling liquid. She informed me that they were all having Margaritas. He turned to his mother, expecting her to disapprove of her 18 year old son having alcohol, but instead she seemed to encourage it. Oliver had never tried tequila before and was surprised by the bizarre after taste and thick texture. Leah explained that it was the crushed ice. Oliver finished his brew and his head began to spin. The ladies helped him to his room, where he promptly passed out. The sound of the women's laughter ringing in his ears. Around 2 in the morning, Oliver's bladder began to call to him. As he made his way to his en suite, he could hear what sounded like sex noises. The lusty chorus of two women peaked his curiosity. Clad only in his underwear, he made his way towards the noises. What he reached was not a bedroom, but a windowless room painted black, the floor housed what looked like a black tiled pool. Inside he could see his mother and Oryana writhing in pleasure. Oliver squinted, wishing he had put on his glasses. The red substance that coated the both of them looked like a crimson paint and the air smelled of sex and the metallic smell he recognized as blood. A long pink object hung from the ceiling above them. Oliver thought the form looked like a pig, but it was hard to tell without his specs. The women continued to kiss as their hands dove under the dark liquid they sat in, the red substance splashing about, sputtering one of the many white candles in the room. Oliver could feel himself stir and shifted his weight, the creak of the floorboards sent him into a panic. The chance of them hearing him over their moans of ecstasy were slim but he did not want to chance his mother's wrath. Approaching his room, he could feel himself grow dizzy again, he barely made it to the bed before he passed out again. When he woke again, it was morning. After taking care of hygiene and toiletries, he headed towards the room at the end of the hall. Now with his glasses on and a mother of all headaches raging in his head, he wanted to see what exactly that room was. Glancing around he peeked inside. He was surprised to find a storage room filled with random things from winter coats to Halloween decorations. Confused, Oliver headed downstairs. Oryana and his mother were chatting over coffee, discussing their careers and relationships. "Hey sleepyhead. It's almost noon! If you want to get to New York today, you need to get your butt in gear." Leah said with a smile. "We saved you some bacon and eggs." Oryana offered with a smile. Oliver's mind went back to what he saw last night. "So...what did you guys do...last night?" "Went through old college textbooks and albums, stuff like that. Nothing that would interest you." His mother smiled, that wickedness all but shining in her eyes. Oliver nodded, noticing for the first time that his own thick black locks seemed to be falling in his eyes now. As they left, Oryana gave them both a peck on the cheek. She handed Leah an old but well kept leather book with a title that simply stated "The book of Law". When Oliver inquired, Leah explained that it was only an old college law book. Oliver slid into the driver's seat, scrubbing his hands over his face, he noticed a faint stubble and wondered if that growth spurt was starting to kick in. October 29rd, home. Oliver glanced between the red F on his test and his reflection in the mirror. His mother was right, his growth spurt did occur. Oliver now stood at 6'5 rather than 5'6. His muscles tone thick and heavy and with a sprinkle of chest and arm hair, he looked like a man. His 5 o'clock shadow was almost always present and his white oxford shirt stretched tight across his arms and chest. What confused him was that he no longer needed glasses. His optometrist was as confused as he, how his astigmatism had magically cleared up. Oliver, being male was most impressed by the growth below his belt. He did not dare let on, but he now felt more a man then a boy. With his 19th birthday coming in 2 days, he felt ready to vote, see strippers and gamble. His birthday would not be a great celebration once his mother saw his religion mid-term. Oliver had a backup, on the way home from school he would stop and buy a porn, being of age he could make it a fun night in. Sure there was always free porn on the internet, but there was something adult about buying an adult movie. "Honey are you upstairs?" Leah called. "Yeah!" Oliver hollered back, his voice, he also noticed had dropped several octaves. Leah entered the room. "I wanted to talk to you about your Bir- what is that in your hand? What did you get an F in?" Oliver looked away, handing her the paper, "Religion." He mumbled. Leah laughed. "I thought you were going to say English or Calculus. Honey who cares if it's religion. You are not going to a Catholic college so they likely won't notice if it's not an A." She sat down beside her now towering son. "My you've grown. Last time your father was actually home for dinner, I think he just stared at you the entire time." She chuckled. "You just study for now. Your law mid-term is tomorrow, is it not?" If you fail that, I am telling you, your Halloween Birthday Bash will not be that fun." She warned in a motherly, yet very wicked tone. October 30th, Devil's night Oliver walked down the Halloween decked halls of his high school. His best friend and social outcast number one, Amanda, was walking alongside him. "Have you noticed that all the girls stare at you now? It's like you're now suddenly worthy." Amanda spat with disgust. Oliver chuckled. He saw the looks, he was more surprised when he saw them come from his mother then his peers. His nostrils also seemed to be now more in tuned with the scent of a woman and the muskiness that seemed to tell she was in heat. He smelled it frequently from everyone, classmates, teachers, his mother... "Whoa, where did you go?" Amanda asked when Oliver suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway. He shook his head. The idea of his mother's scent kept bringing him back to that night. When he thought he saw his mother in the arms of Oryana in a pool of pig's blood. Oliver glanced at his friend, she was decked in her usual Goth black with her pentagram etched into the front of her binder. He considered telling her about that dream many times over the semester, but never did. "Just thinking about Law." He shrugged. "I am so not ready, Mr. Carlucci said that for every wrong answer he is going to subtract a point." Amanda griped. "I have an idea. My mom has a college text book. Let's skip religion and go to my place, after lunch we will come back and do the test. I have the Jeep today." Oliver brainstormed. "I think that would be a good idea. If we start quoting college cases it will impress the old tight ass." Amanda agreed. They both took off for Oliver's. The empty drive indicated everyone was gone. The silence inside concurred this assumption. Amanda and Oliver were surprised to find the book not in the library in his father's office where most volumes were kept. Oliver shrugged, "Maybe she never unpacked it." The twosome head upstairs to his parent's closet. The suitcase proved to fruitless, further search brought Amanda to a wooden chest in the far back shelf of the walk in closet. "Would it be in here?" She asked. Oliver recognized it as his mother's 'keepsake' box. "I guess it's a possibility. If she stuck it with her college stuff." Amanda passed Oliver the ornate chest. Sitting together on the bed, they open the breadbox sized capsule. On top was the leather bound book. Amanda pulled it out and began thumbing the pages. Oliver's eyes went to the rest of the contents of the box, candles, strange looking jewellery with large charms and pendants. The one matched the etching on the inside cover of the law book. Oliver picked up what he first assumed to be a leather club, closer inspection showed it actually to be a large leather phallus. "Holy sh-" Oliver looked up to see Amanda's eyes wide with shock. "What's wrong?" "Ollie, this isn't A law book, it is THE law book. By Aleister Crowley. This is a book of Magic and Alchemy. Your mom practises black magic!" Amanda gasped in awe. She glanced up to see Oliver holding the leather dildo. "What the fuck?" "I am not surprised, I am pretty sure my dad is gay." Oliver admitted. Amanda grabbed the appendage and looked closely at it. "I have never seen one this big!" She examined the bottom. "O.C.T." She looked Oliver in the eyes. "October?" Oliver nodded his head. His mind jumped to a very different conclusion . Oliver Crowley Thelema was his full name. It did not take much to realize his mother gave him the middle name of this author. Amanda, luckily, was not aware of his middle name. "We better put this stuff away. I don't want my mom to know we go into her stuff." Amanda agreed and the two took off for school. Oliver finished his exam in a shocking amount of time. The answers were set in his mind and ready on demand for some reason. Once the task was over, he had to wait for the rest of his class. His mind bounced between the book they discovered and the fact that his mother was apparently masturbating with a dildo that was roughly the size of his own parts with his name on it. He could smell the lingering musk on the toy as well as starting to roll off Amanda. Oliver checked his watch, 8 hours and he would be 19. Something told him that this birthday was going to be different. His perpetual hard on seemed to agree. Arriving home his father's Lexus was sitting in the drive. Oliver was truly shocked when he opened the front door. Oryana stood in the center of his living room nude. Confusion and arousal set in. "Are you sleeping with my dad?" He asked. Oryana slowly shook her head no. "I am here to prepare you for your birthday. Follow me." She took his hand in hers and lead him upstairs. Oliver's mind was in a million places and losing the war for blood. His body was ready for sex, but he had a sneaky feeling this was supposed to be more, possibly with that book of his mother's that Oryana gave her. The surprises continued when she opened the door to what was normally his bedroom. His jaw dropped when he recognized the familiar setting from Oryana's home. His bedroom was gone, in its place was the windowless room. The black walls and black tiled tub were in its place. "How?" "In time Oliver. Your future starts now. Please remove your clothing before stepping in the room." Oryana requested gently. "Are you going to tell me what is going on? Why are you naked? Where is my dad?" He asked suspiciously. "You are about to be reborn, your powers will be as strong as your mothers, if not more. Your father was merely a breeding tool to have you, he is no longer of any concern. You will now be the man of the household." Oryana explained patiently. "If I refuse?" Oliver asked defiantly. "You will have no power, you will look like you had before, small and awkward. Also you will never see your mother for the rest of your life." She explained, the graveness of the situation resting in her tone. "Is she okay?" Oliver asked, his eyes full of concern. "You're humanity is sweet, but unnecessary. She is fine. She is waiting for you to complete preparation. Once you are ready, the two of you will complete the ceremony and you will rule alongside her. Now, disrobe please." Oryana asked again. Oliver felt a flush of shyness on his cheeks as he removed all his clothing. His mother would always be his first loyalty. Oryana looked him up and down and drew him inside and towards the tub. The sensation in the room was intense hedonism. She did not reach for him. Instead she motioned to the tub. He glanced inside at what appeared to be another dark, thick liquid. "Will this make me evil?" He asked in an unsure voice. "This will make you who you are meant to be, who you are meant to create." Oryana explained. Oliver stepped in and realized quickly the pool was very warm. Sitting down, the distinct smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. "Whose blood?" He knew instinctively that it was not a pig this time. "Your fathers. His last purpose was to hold the blood we would bathe you in before the ceremony." Oryana began to draw the blood up, pouring it over his head and shoulders, its thick viscous texture more liken to swimming in maple syrup. Oliver swallowed at the notion that she killed his father. He could not draw up any anger or resentment. Everything that was right in his life was directly related to his mother or things she has done for him. For the first time in his life, Oliver had no confusion, he knew his place. "What will happen at the ceremony?" He asked, wiping his father's blood from his lips. The Rebirth "You will join your mother in our matrimony. You will then join her in creating THE heir. It was spoken that a priestess would give birth to a son on all hallows eve, he will be the most potent and powerful priest known. They will produce an heir, the reincarnation of Aleister Crowley." Oryana explained as she continued to baptize him in his father's blood. "Your father was actually Leah's brother. He was adopted out at birth. They had to keep the bloodlines pure. Your grandmother knew that your father had to be ignorant to his lineage or he would not die as prophesized." Within all of the questions swimming in his head, Oliver's arousal became prominent at the notion of being with his mother in the manner that most boys and men only get to fantasize about. He followed Oryana as she drew him out of the blood bath. She proceeded to wipe him down and saturate and rinse him in an intoxicatingly scented water. Oryana handed him a wooden head of an animal. The carved wood looked like a demonized bull. "As part of the ceremony you shall each wear a representation and a talisman and nothing else." She explained as she handed him the silver hexagram. "I also have to give you the mark." She produced a long steel prod with a red hot end. "You are going to burn me? Where?" "Do you have faith?" Oliver nodded. The pain seared through him as she burned the hexagram six inches above his penis. He did not cry out and instead absorbed and relished in the pain. He then picked up the artefacts that Oryana gave him. Oliver placed both accordingly. The mask smelled of his mother's lust and he could feel himself lengthen again. "What time is it?" His voice echoed inside the head. Oryana waved to the wall and a portion of the velvet covering melted away to show his wall clock indicating it was 12:03, he was now a man. When they stepped out, his hallway was no longer then berber carpet and pale walls, but rather an open-faced block corridor. Oliver took it all in through his eye holes. Spotting the walls were human arms holding fire torches. They moved away as they stepped close, giving them a wide berth of respect. Oliver could feel pride and authority run through his veins to his turgid phallus. At the mouth of the corridor was a great hall. Many robed individuals stood in solemn respect. He recognized many as family friends, celebrities and dignitaries. He also witnessed Amanda's parents standing in respect at his arrival. She would be turning 19 in a few months and he wondered if she will be joining the cause. Oryana continued at his side until they reached the man in red robes. He wore an animal head like himself. His, however, seemed to be a real boar's head, where his was wood. On the front of his satin robes was the same hexagram, Oliver concluded this to be the mark of The Law. Oryana then retreated and placed a matching black robe on her body, amalgamating into the crowd. They in time split, softly repeating or chanting an incantation. From the center he could see his mother walking towards him. Her head was covered with the wooden mask of a lioness. He could not see her face naturally, but he could see his fill of her nude form. Her breasts were still high and firm, her stomach was toned and trim. Oliver was not surprised to see the hexagram burned into the area of her womb. Her shaved opening showed that she was wet and ready to be bred to him. The notion would likely have aroused him except for he was already at maximum capacity. His mother stopped in front of him, placing a cool hand on his hexagram. Oliver mimicked his mother's actions, his hands just inches from her breasts, itched to cup pert flesh that he once nourished himself on. The man wearing the boar's head began to speak in a language unknown to him. He did pick up some words, his name, his mother's name and that of Aleister. Oliver had always been embarrassed to have sexual thoughts of his mother and assumed she would be disappointed in him for thinking that way. He could not believe that he would soon be deep inside his own birth canal. A silver dagger was presented to each of them. This time, the priest spoke in English. "You will drive this dagger through your mother's heart, she will do the same. This will solidify the union and bring forth everlasting life. Do you believe?" He asked in a solemn tone. Oliver nodded and raised his dagger above his head, mirroring his mother. Simultaneously they drove the silver appendages into the heart of the other. The made him want to scream, he felt betrayed! Seconds passed, the pain subsided and a darkness began to form in his stomach. The raw power coursing through his veins made him feel all the more like the bull mask he wore. He could feel his mother's power too, her pleasure, desire, it was like she was moving inside him. Oliver could feel a sinister grin play on his lips, though no one could see. The priest motioned for them to retract the blade. The hole left a small trickle of blood which quickly evaporated and healed. The knowledge that he was now completely above reproach was as hedonistic as the events about to occur. Oliver realized they had now past the test of loyalty and trust. The priest now spoke to the crowd, announcing the unholy union of son and mother. They bowed to the priest for his services. He bowed back, paying respect to his new leaders. The congregation bowed as well, welcoming the them. For the second time that night, they parted into two halves. Oliver noticed a hard mahogany alter draped in red velvet. The tall white torches surrounded the large platform casting sinister shadows. His mother took his hand in hers and took their steps as husband and wife. Oliver was not surprised but rather enamoured at the idea that the their subjects will get to witness him impregnate his mother. They took off their masks and his mother motioned for him to lay down on his back. The look in his mother's eyes were wicked, sin and pure carnal lust. The priest stood on a separate raised platform and watched with approving eyes. Oliver's eyes, however were only on his mothers. The startling green now had a faint glow, like placing a light behind a bottle of Absinthe. Le fee verte. That is who is mother was, his own green fairy. Leah kneeled at Oliver's side, swinging a leg over to straddle him. "You have become a VERY big boy." She whispered proudly. Oliver glanced down and realized she was right. Where he thought his eight inches was more than impressive, he had now grown to an inhuman 10 inches with a wide girth. He also recognized it as the same size as that massive leather dildo. His mother's cool hands grasped his shaft and aimed it towards her ready hole. Oliver cried out in the exquisite pain/pleasure of being inside his mother who also happened to be incredibly tight. He was shocked to see her seat herself completely on him, completely joined. "It has begun. The son born of incest, giving his virginal purity over, bathed in the blood of his father. The final step is upon us. The full moon is high and the child born of this incestual union will return us to our supreme leader." The priest proclaimed. The low murmur that was being chanted around the room appeared to be a coaching. Oliver did not need any as he watched his mother being to move on his shaft. Her lips pulled tight against his thick, veined member as she pulled her body up and down. Oliver then noticed her breasts bouncing youthfully to the rhythm of their coupling. Her hands sported green nail polish as she dug her nails into his strained pectorals. Oliver began to panic at the notion he may arrive too soon, but the look in Leah's eyes said that was supposed to happen. "Give me your seed Oliver, make your mother's pregnant." She whispered in his ear before taking a healthy bite of his earlobe. Oliver could feel surprise and awe when he erupted deep into his mother's womb. His sperm felt like liquid fire as it shot from his hose. Leah smiled to the crowd and held up a single digit, indicating that he had climaxed once. Oliver was surprised to find that he was still hard. He could feel both his pleasure and Leah's pleasure combined. The dark energy from the room and current of power humming between his mother and himself began to center in his chest. Oliver grasped his mother around her waist and flipped her onto her back, her screams of surprise and ecstasy were ringing in his ears. Leaning down, Oliver kissed his mother for the first time as his wife. Their tongues dances and the delicious friction of her taste buds were as raspy as a cat. Oliver groaned in pleasure when Leah's teeth sunk into his lower lip as she gripped his staff with a slick strength that brought a tear to his eye. Locking eyes, he pulled himself completely out of his mother and slammed his hips back down. The crowd cheered at the violent force. "You like me fucking you Mommy?" Oliver asked in his now wicked voice. "My baby you are so big, so strong, make me a baby Oliver!" She commanded a moan. Oliver roared when his mother's nails pierced his back, the pain causing him to pick up his thrusts. He nailed his mother to the alter with jackhammer thrusts that made an audible slap as the sweat began to sheen on his taught skin. Leah wrapped her legs around him as she bit his shoulder, the sensations doubled as she could feel her son's pleasure as if it were her own. Oliver listened as his mother began to chant. "Make me a baby, make me a baby. Fuck me Oliver!" She screeched. "Aleister is going to grow inside you Mommy, I am going to knock you up, fill you again and again with my seed. I will watch your tummy swell and continue to pump my seed into you." Oliver growled into his mother's ear. He listened as his mother now began to chant in a language he did not recognize. He could hear it in his head, calling through time and space for Aleister to come lay rest in her egg, ready for Oliver. He could feel her walls begin to ripple and contract with pleasure as she screamed out the last of the incantation. Oliver himself could feel the sperm being drawn from his balls and shooting out deep inside his mother. He could feel the hexagram at her womb lining up to his. This time, this incestuous act, he knew, will make her pregnant. Oliver slumped onto his mother. He felt drained but still powerful and full of purpose. The crowd knelt down at the altar, murmuring words of praise and worship. He lifted he and his mother too their feet, looking down to the bowed heads of the congregation. Across the room there was a gilded oval mirror. In the reflection he could see himself, strong with the sweat of exertion, his penis covered in the combined juices of his union to his mother. The thought drew his eyes to her, the green in her eyes were luminous and her smile full of sinister pride. "It is done! Aleister will arrive on the summer solstace. Our high priest and priestess will carry us on. The priest bowed. "Now, we celebrate!" He announced as be began to undress. Oliver watched as the crowd all began to disrobe and begin kissing those closest to them. There was no discrimination, men were kissing men and women were kissing women then swapping between the genders. He and his mother stepped off the alter and into the crowd. Oryana was the first to approach him, nude and plucking at one of her dark tipped nipples. "For the night, your mother can not have any other man release his seed inside her for fear of compromising Aleister or splitting and ending up benign. You on the other hand have everyone at your disposal, men, women, me." She stated with a wicked grin. Oliver watched as his mother was locked in a lover's embrace with Amanda's mother and he knew he made the right choice. He looked at Oryana's green eyes and could see a pleasure waiting to be shared. "Would you like me to bear you a son?" Oliver asked, his powers informing him of the potential future. At Oryana's smile, he knew that his life would not only be different, but beyond his most wildest dreams. The Rebirth of Anne Armand sat next to Anne on the couch as she finished her drink. the warmth from the fire was soothing. Anne snuggled in close to him. He put an arm around her and though about how bad her life had been a year ago. Anne had tried to destroy her self. He felt an unimaginable trail of sadness one night when hunting and it led to her apartment. Anne had slashed both wrist and was unconscious on the floor. He saved her life but the depression was still eating away at her. Anne had unbuttoned Armand's shirt and was kissing his chest. He looked so young and had a feline grace. His black hair hung mid way of his back and set of his sharp green eyes. Armand lifted her face so that her eyes met his. "Anne, if I were to ask you to stay with me forever would you?" Anne gave him a soul shattering kiss and answered, "I never want to leave." He swept her up into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, where he laid her on the velvet bed. He undressed her. caressing her with his silky hands. She unfasten his trousers and went to her knees. She took the head of his stone phallus into her mouth licking around it then slowly took in as much as she could. Bathing it with her tongue and sucking it in and out. He pushed her away and helped her back onto the bed. He parted her legs and lapped at the juices there. Then kissing and teasing her pleasure core brought her into an orgasm, but before it was over he found the femoral artery inside her thigh and sank his fangs into it driving her wild with passion as she archer her back and screamed out loud. Taking all the blood that he could he sat up pulling her to him, and impaling her on his phallus. He sliced his neck and as she drank his vampiric nectar they rocked together and came together as Anne's body died. He held her close to him and soon she gasped loudly as she opened her eyes on her new existence like a beautiful butterfly shedding a cocoon. They made love over and over locked together in the blood exchange and finally slept in each others arms in the deathlike slumber as the sun rose in the heavens above.