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“So, oral the Masons have never had any enemies amongst their fellow sorcerers?” “Not in over a century. The last organized group to challenge us was the Illuminati, a sect of sorcerers that formed soon after the end of the American Revolution. They disagreed with the ideals we had come to align with during the war and felt that sorcerers were genetically superior to the rest of mankind. They were so convinced of their own right to rule the world that they’d do anything to make it happen. Almost the moment the United States was formed, they were plotting its downfall, working with like-minded sorcerers in Britain and France to stoke the animosity between the three nations and eventually bring the Napoleonic Wars to a head. Britain’s government did the rest themselves, coning American sailors into their navy to spark the War of 1812. Even once the war was officially over, the Illuminati tried to fund Britain’s last-ditch effort to invade New Orleans.” “But I thought the Battle of New Orleans was only fought because news of the peace treaty hadn’t reached them yet?” Dave replied. “That’s the official story,” Patricia nodded. “But unofficially, both Britain’s government and the Illuminati had no intention of honoring the treaty. Only problem was that they severely underestimated the leadership of General Jackson and the tenacity of the Americans. We had strongly considered intervening after learning of the Illuminati’s interference, but several of our members who knew Jackson personally advised that he could handle anything the British could throw at him, even as outnumbered as he was.” “Impressive, but what happened to the Illuminati?” “Obviously, we had to take them as a more serious threat after the War of 1812 and began flushing out their plants within the Masons. As for the Illuminati leadership, they finally figured out that no invading force would be able to topple the American military, so they shifted their efforts to tearing the nation apart from the inside. We did the best we could to try and counter them, but by the 1850s, tensions were high between the northern and southern states. All the Illuminati had to do was throw a little fuel on the fire and those tensions exploded into a civil war.” “The Illuminati caused the American Civil War?!” said Dave. big “Not caused; the country was headed for a civil war regardless,” Patricia replied. “What the Illuminati did do was accelerate the process. They got radicals on both sides elected to congressional seats and state legislatures. The northern ones did more than just denounce slavery; they went off the rails with the drastic sanctions against southern farmers in an attempt to ruin their economy. Conversely, the southerners they got elected were warmongers who made the first calls for secession and rebellion. By the time shots were fired at Fort Sumter, the Illuminati had created a fissure in the American political system that I’m not sure has ever fully healed.” “So, what happened tits then? The Masons couldn’t just sit by and watch a rival group of sorcerers meddle with the American government, could they?” “Not a chance,” Patricia snorted. “We had been Hardcore engaged in covert operations to try and disrupt the Illuminati for years by that point, but after they helped spark the Civil War, we had no choice but to engage directly. While the non-magical part of the war was mostly fought in border states like Virginia and Tennessee, the Illuminati had to retreat out to the unexplored frontier. Around the same time as Sherman’s conquest of Atlanta, we had the Illuminati pinned down in their last stronghold shaved in the Black Hills. They put up a helluva fight, but we managed to eliminate the last of them thanks to the backing of the local natives.” “Native Americans were sorcerers, too?!” “Yeah, but we’ll get to that another time. Anyway, the Battle of the Badlands was the last stand for the Illuminati, but even after their defeat, they had already set their final gambit into motion. And, I’m not blaming you! I stopped Jennifer and put big my stiff, wet, sloppy cock back into my own pants. I need your cock.” Her hand reentered my wet snatch, this time with her thumb tucked against the inside of her palm. “What?!” “Yes, yes, breed our daughter,” Linda moaned, her words tinny through the cheap phone speakers. The time Jerry White, his oral best friend last year, told him for the first time Hardcore that he was gay, but he couldn’t come out until the tits end of the school year, followed by him crying on Phil’s shoulder for a good half an hour. We would use our free hands to act as windshield wipers right in front of our faces to clear a small path to see and be able to breathe in without inhaling a mouth full of bubbles. The new girl walked over to me and held out her hand shaved saying, “Hi, I’m Rebecca. Yeah!” He kept fucking. They were in the front seat. The head itself barely fits inside my mouth. "What the hell are you doing?" Manya’s feet pressed into Prem’s naked buttocks. "I was only joking.