Matrimony was overrated, and it annoyed her that the compulsion had been bred into them. Mates for life. How boring. Besides, there wasn't a warlock o... witch out there that could really offer her any real intellectual or physical stimulation. The best ones were already taken.Unfortunately, her genetics wouldn't be denied.Every month there was four days, for everyone, witch and warlock alike, when the need to mate peaked. Phoebe usually got by during that annoying four-day stretch with handy. There was a shallow stream we had damned up so we would have water. I waded in and dumped the pack with the gold coins and the fancy small gem covered statues into the deepest part.I came out and took her hand and led her across the large field to my home. I stopped to dump all the silver in my pouch into the barrel of rain water before we went in. Sai looked around and I blushed, “I do not have all the nice...”She turned and touched my lips, “it is not your fault and it looks comfortable.”I. I wouldn’t take any chances with my twin’s womb.“Please, Master,” she moaned, grinding her bred cunt on our mother’s mouth.“The halos don’t make people into gods,” I said.“Of course they do,” Alexis moaned. “We have powers. We’re gods. False gods, but we’re still gods.”“No, no, the gods are just regular people with powers,” I said.“No, son,” Dad objected.Alexis shook her head. “They are gods. They have to be. Dr. Blavatsky had a vision of the future. We are creating gods to awaken mankind.”“His. ‘Don’t feel like it.’ ‘Let me guess,’ ventured the stranger. ‘Your woman takes you for granted. Talks about her friends, her business…’ ‘Yeah, that’s it!’ said Blake, pointing. ‘How did you know?’ ‘Seen it a million times,’ said the man. ‘You need Doctor Bimbo.’ ‘Doctor Who?’ The stranger pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. ‘They call him Dr Bimbo. His real name’s Dr Barbeau. But he earned that nickname.’ He offered the name and number to Blake. ‘He has developed a medicinal treatment that.