Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2019 01:23:39 +0000 (UTC) From: Fifi Fideo Subject: All father part 4/bisexual incest Catherine sat across from her husband John and their son Johnathan, they were separated by a small cheap motel table and an old book open to a blank page. "It goes by many names, many shapes, many forms but today it has taken a beastly form" John whispered, a single strand of a short brown hair danced between his fingers. "Tell us now, let us see, what immortal King is he?" John then dropped the small piece of hair in the open book and carefully closed it, he murmured something unintelligible and looked Catherine in the eyes, those small, mysterious blue eyes. "Tonight was about getting closer, making contact, not straddling our catch...well, not yet anyways" Her son said. She wanted to take off her clothes, walk around naked and have something big and deep inside of her, but now was not the time, focus she repeated to herself over and over. What was going on inside of her? "It could have been dangerous" John said politely and soft, this was his reasonable, disappointed tone, how she dearly wished they're weren't celibate at the moment. Catherine was like an animal in heat, she felt caged, trapped, just like she had awoken something in Frank Ackerman, he had lit her desires in her as well. Sex moved energy and power around and they had to focus their all into their plans. "I know, I know!" She exclaimed exasperated "I wasn't going to do anything with him, I needed to find out more, I was getting there, I could feel something moving underneath" "A King?" Jonathan questioned, he had dropped his act, the sensitive child was merely a mask in front of strangers, and this time it had served to curve his mother's and their target's appetite. He had also felt the strange buzz that originated from Frank, but one small supernatural act didn't prove omnipotence. His father and him were skeptical. "I'm sure" she said curtly, her family didn't believe her, they didn't trust her visions but her guts had gotten them this far, closer than any of their coven dared, a witch's power came from the blood and sacrifice of a human, demon, a god, whatever crossed their path and she knew she had in their hands a most powerful being. "Of that, I'm sure" Catherine shifted uncomfortably in her seat, it had almost been a year since they had begun their cross country, celibate search for a powerful creature she had seen in a dream. She was sure they had finally arrived at their destination, they had found the one. "Did he take the inhibitor?" Asked her son, handsome little devil, she thought to herself, the eighteen year old had grown to be quite the young man, full of ambition and promise. She nodded, if her visions didn't falter, then Frank Ackerman was the reincarnation of something that had not walked the earth in a hundred years.