Cursed Mother: A Mongrelverse Book (Mother of Monsters 1)

by Paul C. Middleton

  I was frozen in surprise. What could they be doing here? Where was I, and what were they? Then I recognized the building's internals. It was the church I'd gone to in my childhood. The place where I'd learned to be a person in many ways. Where I'd first really interacted with other people my own age.

  It slowly dawned on me that the other people in this hall were aspects of myself that I'd been neglecting. I could see it in how they were dressed. My Ambition was dressed in a pantsuit, my Normality wasn't only dressed in jeans and T-shirt, the representation looked translucent, as if my actions were slowly destroying her. I jerked as one of them approached me from behind and grabbed me.

  I only had time to register another that must be my Desire from the négligée she was wearing before everything went on a side trip to the weird.

  ***

  When I woke up I lay there for several moments, drawing in the hope I could feel was faintly present now. I was on the quest I'd been hoping to achieve the last decade of my life. Finally, I was able to think more about a future beyond this damned curse. What I could achieve with my knowledge of the Supernatural world and my financial resources. To make things easier. Not for the normals, as I’d come to regard them with the same sort of mild contempt Supernaturals do. I'd been associating with Supes so closely over the last decade or so I’d come to accept normals too often acted out of pure self interest. I wanted to act as part of something bigger.

  It was to my considerable horror that without any initiation on my part, that my body suddenly started rising from the bed. If you have never experienced being in your own body, but having no control over what it is doing, it is impossible to describe the terror that gripped my heart. Trying to scream was as useless as trying to stop the body moving or trying to get it to move in the way I wished.

  My panic clicked up a notch further, enough that I could feel it affect my heartbeat. The mild belief that I had some minor control over my body brought me some relief.

  That relief was quickly halted.

  A voice spoke to me inside my own head. Now you know what it feels like to be one of us, The voice said in a gloating tone. We had no say in your actions. You shaved splinters from your core self to protect and preserve the image you wished to display publicly, the voice hissed savagely. The words echoed throughout my mind.

  Who are you? I asked, trying to keep desperation from my own mind voice, and knowing I'd failed dismally.

  We are the parts of yourself you reviled once you discovered the consequences of the actions of your youth. Your desire, your ambition, your free spirit, even to a lesser extent, your hope. The anger in the voice felt like it was eating my mind, my head was burning under the lash of its condemnation of my abandonment of those aspects I had once cherished as part my whole self.

  Why are you doing this? You know why I changed. I couldn’t face having to abandon another child! I protested to the shards.

  You sacrificed too much! And Desire’s voice was not alone. I could feel the selfishness echoing among the chorus. It had no life of its own, perhaps because it was the first part I’d abandoned. Instead it was part of how they dealt with me. Perhaps it had faded like my normality was, and become part of the nature of the rest. There would be no reasoning with them. If I knew how they’d done it though I might be able to take my body back.

  How are you doing this? I demanded. I shield myself against outside influences…The realization hitting me was like a sucker punch to the gut. I had indeed warded myself against outside influences. Extensively, as any wise sorceress did. The problem was, they weren't an outside influence. In an ephemeral way, they were me. They shared my senses, every secret of my memories.

  They even knew why I'd done what I'd done. It just seemed that they disagreed with the why.

  Come, let us be part of you again, the voice in my head said in a cloyingly sweet voice.

  NO! I shouted at her emphatically, at my Desire. You, especially not. You are what got me into this problem in the first place. You are what made me continue to take the risks, knowing the probable consequences. If a disembodied voice could cry, I was crying as I continued, You’re why I had my youngest, and why I had to give him up.

  Very well, dear. I will just maintain my hold on your body for as long as I can. You can't wrestle it back from me in a state of self doubt.

  I tried, how hard I tried to wrestle control of my body back. Now I knew what had happened, I had some idea of what to do. But my desire had nine years of waiting, building strength, to take me on. It would not let go.

  Besides, I feared what she might plan for me, might plan for me with Anslem. The unaccustomed thoughts I'd had over the last several days suddenly made sense. It had been my Desire leaking through the gaps. Leaking through the holes that hope had opened in me.

  It opened me against those parts I could not allow into my life. Not now, not while I was still under this gods-be-damned curse.

  Desire had decided to take full advantage of the complete control she had over my physical form. As we showered, she started stoking the fires of lust in my body. She taunted me as an almost animalistic lust built in my body. My nipples were hard as rocks and it was more than water causing the slick feeling between my thighs.

  She asked me how, even if I regained control of my body, I'd be able to hold myself back now. A lesser person might have given into despair. I had knowingly and consciously defeated many despairs over the years. That was a battle I could win, and quickly.

  Desire said, Come now, you don't think I'm the only one who wishes to be free, have some control over our joint destiny, do you? No. Even if you manage to wrestle control of your body back before I have what I want, others just as willing to take control of our body are waiting in the wings. To gain some measure of control in what should be shared existence.

  My body moaned softly, as she stoked the throbbing in my groin higher and higher with deft movement from my fingers. Teasing me, never touching the now-burning center. I screamed at her as she turned the water off, and dried our body off. I could tell what she had planned. She planned to go down to the breakfast table, to seduce Anslem, no matter how unwilling he might be to become entangled in a physical engagement with me.

  I tried to calm myself down, find a position to gain control my body back. I found other presences interfering. Presences that had chosen and still chose to hide what they were from me. They were blocking every position I could see in the landscape of my mind from which I might have a chance at gaining a semblance of control over my body again. It was only a small relief that my Desire chose to put on a bathrobe before we exited the bedroom. It was all she had put on, and I could feel the high edge of lust to which she had prepared my body for her plans. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from carrying through on them even if I did regain control.

  Chapter 5

  It’s eerie how quickly a person can get used to something like having an aspect of themselves controlling the body. What started off as terror and despair was fast becoming a burning rage. Looking back, kind of a senseless rage. I was being furious with myself, not with a separate actual being. Not only that, I was being angry with a part of myself I'd abandoned and neglected. Still, despite being out of control, I could feel the rising excitement in my body.

  We walked down to the kitchen area and she went as if to get something from the fridge. When she bent down the bathrobe, which she’d closed loosely, flowed open in a manner so as to expose the naked body beneath. The cool morning air across my naked form as it was opened made me moan in pleasure inside my own mind. I could sense her plan to seduce Anslem, and it was as if she was going to use every cliché in the book. Internally, I winced at the obvious nature of her planned seduction. I'd never been as obvious and overt when I'd seduced someone, had I? It all seemed so crass.

  Resignation set in, and, I'm ashamed to admit, an edge of hopeful anticipation. I knew it was likely to result in a pregnancy. Desire had inflamed my body to an arousal so high that I wa
s beyond caring. Despite everything, despite having to give up my youngest son, and the failure that had made me feel, I just didn't care. The excitement of having my body perform something I’d forbidden myself simply enhanced the lust. I needed another human being to be stroking me, pleasuring me.

  I’d never felt so alive and needy in my life. My thoughts were cut off as she gave Anslem a smoldering glance. He looked back at us in shock, partially because she had let the bathrobe slide off our shoulders, I suspect. The feel of the cloth sliding down my skin, exposing more of it to the cold air, sent slight shivers across my form. Now fully exposed, my nipples quickly hardened, showing for all to see my body’s demands. He quickly turned to button up his shirt, No no no no no no! I heard Desire shouting silently in our head as she rushed forward, letting the bathrobe fall to the ground.

  I felt my body grind against his, could feel his arousal firmly against my thighs. It felt heavenly, like nothing I've been able to achieve myself the last nine years. When my nipples slightly rubbed against his solid, lightly haired, chest, I really did stop caring. Fire and arousal had spread from my center and now seemed to be burning on every nerve. My mind went momentarily white with pleasure. Then it was as if Desire and I were moving my body together when we pulled off his shirt. We ran my tongue along his ear and started kissing his neck before he managed to get the leverage to push us back.

  That didn't stop us though. We grabbed his right hand in both of ours and started kissing away up the arm. Then, suddenly, we collapsed.

  I could tell that Desire no longer had any control over our body. Neither did I. Nor did any of the other personality fragments. It was if we'd been a puppet, and our strings suddenly cut. I tried to jump on the opportunity to take my body back, but was blocked every time I tried by something.

  As my head rolled back, I could see Alicia standing, a glower and clear shock on her face.

  "What the hell is going on here?" She thundered.

  Anslem stuttered back "I…just don't know. She walked into the kitchen in the bathrobe, and let it drop and was suddenly on me. You think something was possessing her?" His brow furrowed in concentration, and he made a couple of gestures with his hand and touched above his nose on his forehead.

  Unlike when he'd done this my house, I could actually see a slight glow where he'd touched. "I don't see any form of spirit, and if it had a physical form, a standard banishment should have brought it out. We'd better get her to bed. If it was some form of possession, it could be a couple hours before she's able to move around again. Connections need to be cleared of whatever residue what was controlling her might have left." His brow was still furrowed, though. Obviously there was something confusing him.

  "What? Is it possible she won't be able to move for longer than a couple of hours?" Alicia asked. Anslem shook his head in the negative. "Well, spit it out then. I'm not a mind reader, only a middling sorceress and a Werepanther."

  Anslem shook himself at that. He paused, continuing to look me over, then continued, "She has some pretty effective wards over her, and they're still intact. I just don't see how something could have possessed her. If it had, either going in or being forced out those should have triggered." The concern became more obvious on his face. "Let's get her in that bed. You need to keep an eye on her. I need to think about what could have done this without triggering her wards."

  I found being so completely vulnerable around two people I found attractive even more arousing. That nothing was being done to relieve it was driving me insane. Then my breasts and nipples were rubbing pleasantly against Anslem's bare back. I couldn't concentrate on anything as he lifted me in a fireman’s carry, his hand on mine, his arm pleasantly cradling my thighs and lightly caressing my clit. We arrived the bedroom I was sharing with Alicia. I shrieked in frustration as he lay me on the bed, I’d been so close to achieving some release. It took a minute or so of lying on the bed before I became aware of my surroundings. I heard voices in the room, those of my companions.

  "You need to stay here with her. I know more about the Supernaturals that could have done this than you do. Someone needs to watch her in case it tries again," Anslem said in a decisive tone. "Besides, bad things could happen if she gets pregnant, I suspect." There was the sound of a hand patting on fabric. "Considering how she was, not ten minutes ago? Let's just say it's been a while for me, I'm not sure I could hold back a second time."

  The silence stretched out for a time, then I heard Alicia sigh. "You're right. She once mentioned that she got pregnant twice off one-night-stands. She's been afraid to let anyone close. I think she is close with Hertha, but views her more as a sister." I could hear frustration in her voice "Damn it! Go, before I change my mind," she finished.

  I heard the door open and close. My body was still burning with arousal. I needed a release, any release. I searched for a way to regain control of my body again. This time it was easier. Either they had become tired, or I somehow managed to find my way around the other shards that had been blocking me.

  As I felt myself slip back into control of my body, the sensations of my physical arousal increased. In what felt like far longer than it actually was I found myself able to move my arms. Immediately I shifted my left hand to my breasts and started massaging them and rubbing the nipples. My other hand crept down to my thighs, slowly stroking each thigh and heading towards the lips of my center.

  I could feel a climax building, and I didn't care that I'd be on display for whoever was still in the room. In the back of my mind I was hoping they’d join in. As my hand slid to the lips, and two of my fingers split them and penetrated the burning tunnel, my palm brushed my clit. I found myself bucking as the climax overtook me.

  It relieved some of the pressure of my physical arousal, enough for me to regain awareness of my surroundings, but not enough for me to think about anything other than finding a partner to rut with me. As I looked around the room I saw Alicia watching me. She was biting on her left thumb and her other hand had snaked between her legs and was trying to rub herself through her tights, in a semblance of discretion. Now that I was aware of what was going on around me it was not a particularly subtle act, and I could see her growing fervor.

  My libido was stoked so high I didn't even consider any risks. Didn't consider that Alicia was a Werepanther, naturally far stronger than me. I simply needed the intimate touch from another human being. So I shifted myself on the bed, raising my head onto one of the pillows and exposing myself fully to her.

  In a pleading tone I said one simple word, "Please."

  Her reaction was immediate, and forceful. With one hand she yanked the exercise top she was wearing off. With the other, she dragged my body forward to the edge of the bed. Within moments I was lost in a haze of pleasure, her tongue lapping at my labia. My wanton moans were literally driving her out of her mind. She went through a partial change, and the feel of her tongue became rougher, and it delved deeper into my core. The rasping texture of her cat's tongue alternately diving up my vagina and across my nub pushed me quickly to an orgasm.

  While I was writhing in pleasure, my awareness shattered by the intensity she’d driven me to, she must have finished disrobing. I found myself lying naked against her. She was trying to use the motion of my gyrating body to stimulate herself. The only qualms I feel over the whole incident is that by this point she'd gotten little out of it. I quickly remedied that. My hand gently snaked between our bodies and stroked up her thighs, stroking her legs before it approached her lower lips. Her purrs reassured me that she was happy with what I was doing, as well as driving my own pleasure. I shifted lower with my head. My mouth snaring one of her now dark-skinned nipples. As I licked, nuzzled and nipped at her nipples, her purrs condensed into an approving rumble.

  My fingers languidly found her core and spread the lips, gently invading her vagina. Her rumbles of approval became feral moans, as I stoked her higher and higher. Finally, as her writhing became more urgent, I gently lowered my hand to her cl
it. Her orgasm set the bed shuddering, and also took me over the edge again. She quickly fell into a doze and shifted back into her human form. Before I could rise from the bed myself, I found myself drawn in and spooned.

  I enjoyed this for some time, but when I tried to extricate myself after about ten minutes I felt Alicia pulling me closer to her body. After the second try, I became concerned that she would accidentally crush my ribs if I tried again, so I snuggled back into her body trying to nap. A pleasant glow filled me as I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter 6

  It was some time later, with the sun already past noon, that Alicia and I were woken with a knock on the door. I felt relaxed, calm and refreshed. Perhaps for the first time in nearly a decade I actually felt happy, rather than merely content.

  As I felt Alicia stir against me I yelled out in a firm voice, "Five minutes." Now free of her restrictive embrace, I turned to face her. Grabbing her head in both hands, I gave her a thorough kiss, assuring her of my gratitude for indulging me when I asked her. It also forestalled any possible embarrassed apology for what she'd done. I didn't need an apology, I was a more than willing participant.

  Alicia looked at me with some concern once I broke the kiss. "Are you sure…?" She started to say. I interrupted her with a finger on the mouth.

  "I'm sure," I said to her confidently, "I haven't felt this complete in nearly a decade."

  That was when something tickled at the back of my mind. I briefly closed my eyes and cautiously walked to that portal, the one from my dream. It was still glowing red, but with nowhere near the intensity or, I now realized, the anger from before. Keeping one hand on the frame, I walked through it and carefully looked around. Desire hadn't rejoined me, she was still separate from me and in this strange place. She gave me a grudgingly satisfied nod before I turned around and exited. I didn't want to risk some aspect taking control again.