The Male Line

Chapter One

Fiona Daímonas was twenty-four. Long limbed and sleek—except for a growing stomach. It was a source of some friction with her husband Bob. He demanded that she lose weight. She tried her best to please her husband.

What she did not know was that four months ago a young assistant at the druggist has accidentally mixed her prescription and Fiona had stopped taking birth-control pills during that time. She’d since finished the wrong tablets and gone back and got a new script—this time the right ones so she was never the wiser.

She’d woken up that morning at exactly 8am. She was careful not to wake her husband as he lay snoring fast asleep.

She made for the shower. She was still sticky from last night’s love-making and she wanted to freshen up ‘downstairs’. She hosed herself gently, still sore—her anus stung under the stream of water.

She dried herself and without dressing went downstairs and played her exercise tape on the VHS.

Bob Daímonas was young and unattractive but had hooked up with Fiona when she was just out of high school. Many of her friends had no idea what she saw in him, but she was devoted to him despite his twenty years on her.

After serving him his breakfast Fiona gazed out the kitchen window at the pool when Bob stood up and went to her. He bent Fiona over the sink. She hitched her dress up and spread her legs. He entered her rear, roughly. It hurt her a little when he took her there, but she complied with his desire, his needs. It felt good that he wanted her. He humped her hard and she groaned her appreciation at his attention.

Just before he came he switched holes and thrust up into her vagina before spraying out his desire inside her. He kept hard inside her there for a minute as they kissed now affectionately. She loved him so much.

Without much a ado he sat down and she continued to serve up more of his favourite Saturday morning meal—pancakes.

They ate and all the while she gazed lovingly at him. She was no virgin when they met but she had never thought of anyone else since. Cum ran down her inner thigh as she began to clean up.

Up to the backdoor came Anne and her daughter Iris. Anne was a solid woman with large pendulous breasts. She came in without an invitation. She was a neighbour that Fiona never got used to. Anne’s apparent desire to secrete herself into Bob and Fiona’s life was an annoyance, but as Bob approved of her Fiona did not complain.

“Can I use the pool, Uncle Bob?” Iris chirped.

“Sure, go ahead” he smiled to the short bikini-clad bundle of energy.

Anne sat down at the kitchen table. Fiona adjusted her dress to cover her naked ass. She took some paper towels and tried to nonchalantly wipe herself.

Anne began to prattle on about the weather. She took a glass of water Fiona handed to her but she didn’t stop yapping long enough to drink it. She leaned forward with something earnest to say and her pendulous breasts rested on the table.

Bob was totally disinterested in the conversation—more a monologue from Anne. He got up and peeling his clothes off went out into the pool. He was naked. Neither woman seemed to really notice.

Fiona offered Anne a cup of coffee—anything to shut her up—and got up to make some she looked out the window and saw her husband playing in the water with Iris.

As she poured to coffee she watched as Bob and Iris got up out of the pool and went into the pool-shed and closed the door.

Fiona listened half interested in what Anne said.

About ten minutes later Bob and Iris came into the kitchen.

“Your clothes are a mess” Anne said as she noticed her dishevelled daughter’s swimwear. “What have you got up to?” She hardly noticed the stickiness between Iris’ legs.

Neither woman seemed to appreciate what had happened as if it were something that would never have occurred to them.

The phone rang.

Fiona answered it and then looked crestfallen. She handed the phone to Bob.

It was sad news. Bob’s father Dimitri was dead. The two neighbours decided to beat a tactful retreat as Fiona comforted her husband.

Bob was upset but Fiona comforted him with her mouth. Anne prattled on about nothing as Fiona sucked her husband’s cock.

Chapter Two

Bob decided to return upstate to Winslow—his home town. Fiona of course was eager to go with her husband. She had never been to his hometown. She’d never met any of his family.

The drive up was uneventful till they neared New Bern.

As they drove into the wooded hills south of town they saw two female hitchhikers. Despite Fiona’s wishes, Bob made her stop and pick them up.

Two Czech women; Maria and Jana were travelling through the states.

“Where you heading?” Fiona asked as they drove on.

“Ve going to Springfield” Maria said in her heavy accent.

“I don’t think so” Bob said. He turned around in his seat and looked back at the women.

They were nervous and shifted so in their seat.

Bob smiled at them.

“You’re coming with us” he said

“Yes” Maria and Jana said in unison. Agreeing to his changing their plans.

“Good!” he smiled. He looked at his wife. She seemed a bit annoyed at having strangers in the car.

He put his hand on her knee and massaged it and she smiled.

She smiled even more as his hand moved up under her dress.

She turned to him and smiled as he moved a finger into her… where she was already wet.

She looked into the rear-view mirror to see if either woman had noticed she was now being fingered as she drove. Neither of them seemed to notice much.

Fiona opened her legs wider. Now two fingers were inside her.

“Stop up here for gas” Bob said.

Fiona looked at the fuel gauge. They were good to go but she obeyed her husband.

The gas station was typical upstate country rustic.

Bob got out of the car and peered in the back window. “Come with me” he said to the two women.

They got out and followed him around to the rest room as Fiona pumped gas.

After a while, as she sat behind the wheel Fiona saw her husband and the two women come back—only this time they were wearing the other’s top… as if they’d swapped shirts.

She thought it was strange the two women would swap T-shirts.

And so they pressed on up the road.

Before they reached hometown Bob directed Fiona off onto a side road. Then a side road off that.

Bob’s birthplace was quite isolated.

Alexia, Bob’s mother came rushing out to great them. She embraced her son with vigour.

Behind her followed his sisters Alysa and Calista.

Fiona and her two travelling companions stood back as the family reunion—kisses, hugs and tears took place.

Alysa and Calista were all over their brother. They had not seen him for quite some time.

Alysa introduced them to two girls; Celena and Kyra.

“You’re a mommy!?!” Bob grinned as he hugged the two girls.

“You’ve been away so long” Alysa said. “You should have stayed in touch.”

“You should have stayed” Alexia said as she ushered them all into the house. “I’ve kept your room for you” Alexia added.

Fiona was surprised at Bob’s bedroom. Most of the floor was covered with bedding. There was a small wardrobe but nothing else. No boyish toys. No posters. Just sheet covered mattresses.

Fiona and the two Czech women struggled to carry the bags in. Bob did not help. Fiona didn’t seem to mind. She loved Bob so very much.

Bob disappeared with his mother into her room. Alexia’s moans pierced the wooden walls of the house but no one seemed to notice. Fiona was too busy helping in the kitchen. She stopped to hear one final wail from Alexia.

Bob came into the kitchen and hugged Fiona. He stunk. But she embraced him.

Chapter Three.

Fiona was nervous at the stares of the strange woman. In the town on errand for Bob she’d been warned about staying on the south side of the water. But there she was in the wrong end of town; being stared at.

Fiona felt the gaze of the young woman. “Is there a problem?” Fiona asked.

“You’re one of the Daímonas women, aren’t you?”

“You mean I’m Bob Daímonas’ wife… then yes” Fiona said.

The young woman seemed to want to keep her distance.

“I’m Fiona” Fiona said stepping forward and offering her hand.

“I…” the woman said but stepped back again.

“You do have a name?”

“Claudia” the young woman said. “I’ve been warned about you”

“Warned about me?” Fiona laughed. “And why were you warned?”

“You’re a servant of the demon” Claudia said.

Fiona was taken aback by this. “Demon? What demon?”

“Even your name… Daímonas means demon in Greek”

Fiona was again taken aback. She’d never thought about the surname she so readily took.

Claudia slipped out the door.

“No… don’t go!” Fiona said as she ran after her.

Fiona chased the young woman through near empty town streets till she stopped at the bakery just across the creek… the very one Bob had warned her about.

Fiona suddenly felt woozy. Claudia stared at her but did nothing as another woman approached.

“We’re on sacred land” Liza said “Your husband and his father have no power here.”

“Dimitri is dead… hadn’t you heard?” Fiona said.

“That’s great news… now we only have one more to go and the curse will be lifted.”

“What curse… what the fuck are you talking about?”

“The demons—they came from Europe when the church grew to powerful there and they settled here. There’s a hell-mouth here” Liza said.

“Hellmouth? Demons?” Fiona scoffed “You’re not making any sense”

“It doesn’t have to make sense to you.. just listen to what I have to say…”

“Okay” Fiona said, as the wooziness left her. She looked around and sat down on a bench outside the bakery

“Centuries ago before this land was settled the demons … the Daímonas came here.” Liza continued “They enslaved the local Penoscosia tribe… the women became their sex slaves. They feed off sexual energy. The warrior men submitted too and the demons started to breed. They made women bear their young. Eventually when the church caught up here there was a war in 1650—it’s in the history—but as an Indian massacre. The church built a refuge around this place and initiated the Watchers to keep an eye in case the Daímonas tried to return.”

Fiona shifted uneasily in her chair.

“The Daímonas passed on their evil through the male line till only two remained—Dimitri and his son. Once the male line is extinguished then the curse of the Daímonas will have been ended. So… don’t you see… with Dimitri dead we only have Bob to worry about.”

Fiona now thought back to when she’d first met Bob a few years ago. Fiona was at her sister’s wedding. Loren was just a year older than Fiona. They’d been very close growing up. Some joked that they were separated twins. Fiona didn’t know who’d invited Bob but he seemed to be getting on with a number of people. As Fiona thought back she recalled that it was women… women who were getting on with Bob. Now she recalled the distinct memory of a group of five guys in a corner grumbling that their wives/girlfriends had abandoned them for some creep.

Fiona had over-heard this. Her own date—Brad—the love of her life drew her over to the huddled group.

“What’s going on?” Brad asked

“Some weird looking dude’s talking to all the women.” Stanley, Fiona’s dad said.

“Where?” Fiona recalled asking.

She looked around but couldn’t see.

Fiona grew worried about what she’d heard. Her mom Yvette had been part of that group. Fiona went upstairs. The reception hall was huge.

And then she found them.

It shocked her at what she saw.

Her mother was groaning in pleasure as a weird looking guy fucked her. Yvette was wild with delight at each thrust. Fiona couldn’t see his face, just his thick-haired curved back and ass pumping in and out of her very loud mother.

What was more shocking was that Loren and her bridesmaid Karen were standing together near by masturbating as they watched. Loren had hitched up her dress and was wantonly rubbing her furry snatch. Karen’s was clean shaven, but was being worked at with just as much vigour.

Finally Yvette came, her legs hooked around the hairy ass as if to lock him into her.

“Mom?” Fiona cried.

Bob Daímonas turned around and looked at her.

Suddenly Fiona felt she was looking at the most handsomest man alive.

She found herself stepping into the room, undressing even as she went to the bed.

“Oh, honey…” Yvette said as Fiona lay down next to her “You’re in for the best fuck of your life”

Fiona cried… she realised she was raped… Liza handed her some tissues.

“Why am I just remembering this now?” Fiona sobbed.

“You’re away from him and his power has no effect here” Liz said…

“But my mom… my sister… we all… we all fucked him”

“Don’t blame yourself” Liz said “He’s a very powerful incubus”

“And Brad… I loved him… but that night I forgot all about him…”

“As I say… he’s very powerful”

“And what happened to my mom, to Loren?” Fiona asked

“I don’t know… I can do some research.” Liz added “The demons set up nests”

“Nests?”

“Yes, they take over a number of women and breed with them.”

“Breed?”

“Yes, they’re trying to continue the male line… only with them it’s very difficult… their one real weakness. Mainly they have daughters who grow up to be nested themselves.”

“Are you saying that my husband has had daughters?”

“Yes” Liz said “From what we can tell one of them lived next door to you”

“Iris?”

“Yes, that’s her name. He took your neighbour into his power and had a daughter with her. Now she is his as well.”

“I… I think I’m going to be sick…” Fiona said. She looked around to throw. Liz grabbed a spittoon and Fiona coughed up her breakfast into it.

“But I’ve known Liz for years” Fiona said “Are you saying he’s been fucking her all this time?”

“Probably” Liz said. They feed on female sexual energy. “My research shows that Iris is eighteen… “

“Yes, that’s correct”

“And have you ever noticed her with a boyfriend?”

“No”

“It’s because she’s under your husband’s control”

“But she’s… she’s just a chi…” Fiona brought up another load.

Liz patiently held the spittoon till Fiona had wretched up; even dinner from the other night.

Chapter Four.

Bob was in bed with his sisters. Now he was the master he would try impregnating them. Of course they were only too eager to serve.

When he’d come in each of them; having fed from their sex, he tried calling Fiona.

Fiona gazed at her phone.

“It’s Bob” she said to Liz

“We should go now” she added “Or he’ll get suspicious”

“Very well” Liz said.

Fiona and Liz drove in Liz’s car. Liz wore a special amulet to protect her from the influence of the incubus. She also carried a gun. She had planned to shoot Bob—a bullet to the head.

Fiona’s disposition changed as they neared the house. She seemed to become more sedate.

Liz realised that she was returning under her husband’s demonic influence.

“Here” she said, thrusting a crystal stone into Liz’s hand “Take this!”

Fiona took it as the calmness look seemed to was out of her—as if she got her animus back.

Liz was first in the door.

Bob was lying right inside the doorway with his mother squatting on his lap. She grunted like a whore and neither cared who was watching. Alexia groaned with delight as she rode her son.

Calista stood near-by fingering herself as she watched her mother and brother fuck.

Liz took the gun out of her bag.

She motioned to Fiona to drag Alexia out of the way.

Fiona grabbed her mother-in-law’s hair and yanked her back hard till Bob’s cock fell out of her asshole.

“This is for al the souls you’ve corrupted!” Liz said.

She aimed and fired. The first shot hit Bob in the shoulder.

Suddenly Liz felt a swelling of sadness for him as he fell back onto the floor. A part of her thought he looked sexy.

She shook her head, and with her free hand she clutched the amulet.

She fired again, into Bob’s stomach.

“Fuck!” she spat.

Bob was now pleading with her but she defeated her ears to his cries.

The thirst shot hit him in the forehead. He was dead.

By now the women had come from everywhere to defend their master, but it was too late.

And yet they still had anger in their eyes.

Maria grabbed Liz from behind.

“What’s happening?” she cried to Fiona. “The last of the male line is dead… they should be free from control”

She noticed Fiona had dropped the protective crystal to the floor.

Fiona stood there smiling.

“Not quite the last” she said, stepping forward.

She peeled open her dress to reveal her swollen pregnant stomach.

“What… no wait!” Liz cried.

Calista now grabbed the pendant from Liz’s neck and reefed it away.

It burnt her hand and she threw it to the floor.

“What…” Liz cried, “I… I…”

Fiona drew closer and kissed. Liz found herself returning the kiss. It felt so good.

Epilogue

Liz’s breasts were engorged. She held her baby master in her arms breastfeeding him. Alexia sat next to her also gazing lovingly at the baby. She took her grand-son from Liz and drew him onto one of her teats. He fed from her; her swollen breasts.

Liz lay back on the bed. Fiona climbed over her and squatting over her offered her cunt lips to Liz’s hungry mouth.