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Sex and the Devils Pact: A Tale of Demonic Desire and Forbidden Love in a World of Chaos The Devil's Pact by mypenname3000 edited by Master Ken Copyright 2013, 2014 Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood Visit my blog at This link (www.mypenname3000.com) is not approved. Submit this link for approval. We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian's fever lifted. –Second Missionaries 14:01-03 Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle I found Mary in the mayor's office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later. My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her. “Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?” I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. …the next moment changed everything
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Sex and the Devils Pact: A Tale of Demonic Desire and Forbidden Love in a World of Chaos
The Devil's Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014
Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood
Visit my blog at This link (www.mypenname3000.com) is not approved. Submit this link for approval.
We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian's fever lifted.
–Second Missionaries 14:01-03
Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle
I found Mary in the mayor's office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.
My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.
“Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”
I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her and she slid off the desk. Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.
She kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me, and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad!”
I spun her about, bent my wife over the desk. She pushed the computer monitor and keyboard to the side, and they crashed to the floor. I squeezed her ass through the fatigues, then ripped them off her ass along with the sky-blue boy-shorts she wore underneath. Her cunt was wet, waxed bare, and I whipped my cock out and shoved it in.
“Fuck, that's nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.
“Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”
The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us; that just made it hotter. I buried my shaft into my wife's tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. Mary's freckled ass jiggled every time I bottomed out in her cunt; the cheeks were plump, inviting, and I smacked my hand down on her ass.
“Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned.
I slapped her again, leaving a red hand-print. Then I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn't this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release.
I pulled her head up, and whispered in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”
“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”
“Naughty filly!” I panted, and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Naughty fucking filly!”
“Yes! So naughty! I'm your naughty filly! Oh God, make me cum!”
Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious, wonderful as her sheath milked my cock. I pulled back, and drove my cock home. Every muscle in my body tensed as my passion exploded thick into her.
Mary was shaking, breathing heavily, and then I heard a soft sob escape her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? “Did I hurt you?” I tenderly asked.
“No,” she said, sniffing. “It's just...You almost died again, Mark.”
I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. “I didn't die though,” I reassured her.
“I know, but...it was so close.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. “You were so burned. I didn't even know how you were still standing.”
“You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.
“What?”
I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. I...”
“Shh...” she said, putting her finger to my lips.
I swallowed; she was right. It wasn't safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil's prison would have sprung open, and he would have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.
I had to be more careful.
Mary kissed me gently. She couldn't say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it. She was trying to reassure me, to quell the guilt and recriminations that twisted about inside me. We had driven Lilith from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep, and we could take the time to figure things out, and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam should be leaving for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.
The kiss was soft, gentle, loving. I stroked Mary's face, relaxing into her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, Mary shifting, squirming on my lap as she kicked off her fatigues and underwear. My tongue explored her sweet mouth. I kept hold of her face, not wanting to break the kiss as she straddled me. We broke the kiss only long enough for me to pull her black halter-top off, my hands instantly going to her freckled breasts as we kissed again. Mary shivered in pleasure as I played with her nipples.
My wife raised her hips up, guided my cock to her wonderful hole, and slid achingly slow down my shaft. I groaned into her lips, enjoying the sensation of being buried in her sopping cunt. Then she raised up slowly – a shudder passed through my body – and then back down. This wasn't the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago; we were making love this time, slow and passionate.
My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. For a moment, I feared the chair was falling backwards. Then it stopped; her breasts hung down to brush my chest. She smiled in relief, then she pumped up and down on my shaft.
“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her emerald eyes staring down at me. Her ponytail hung down her neck and brushed my shoulder. “I love you.”
I squeezed her ass, urging her to go faster, and pulled her down for another kiss. I put all my love into my lips, nibbling on hers and playing with her tongue. She tasted sweet. She rocked faster on me. The pleasure intensified, building in my balls, and I drove my cock into her. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor, moving into a shaft of morning sunlight. Mary's hair was a tongue of fire kissing my shoulder and chest as we made love.
“My Mare!” I groaned, feeling my balls tightening. “I'm gonna cum.”
“Do it,” she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty with passion. “Cum in me.”
Her velvety cunt gripped my cock as she slammed down and I exploded in her. She mewled in pleasure, her body shaking atop me as her passion burst inside her. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest.
“I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. “You and our child.” I was going to have other children, with the sluts, with other women, but I knew I was going to love our children just a little bit more.
“Our only child,” Mary sighed.
“What?” I asked her. “We can have other children.”
“Nuns don't get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”
I didn't know what to say, so I just kissed her forehead. “I'm sorry. It's not fair that I'm having all these children.”
“It's okay, Mark.” She shifted, looking up at me, and kissed me. “We'll have one child, at least.”
“One daughter. I told my sperm, remember.”
She laughed. “It doesn't work that way, Mark.”
“Sure it does. Willow told me so. She's an OB/GYN.”
Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn't so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary.
“Fine, if we only have one child...” Mary started to say.
“A daughter,” I corrected.
“Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. Did she read my mind? “Chasity Alberta Glassner.”
Fuck. That was almost as bad. I opened my mouth to object, when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering over to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary's outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.
“Master, Mistress,” she smiled, sitting down on a chair across from us.
Mary smiled back, then climbed off me. Jessica's eyes fell on her messy cunt, and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk's edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife's pussy and licked my cum out of her. Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn hair tossed, and it wasn't long before she was shuddering in pleasure, tossing me a smile over her shoulder as she came.
“Umm, that was good,” Mary purred.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.
“Why don't you bend over the desk and let Mark fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her. I smiled at Mary; she was a such loving wife, and always made sure my needs were taken care of.
“Are you ready to run the city?” I asked Jessica as I hiked up her gray skirt.
“Yes, I...ohh...am!” Jessica gasped as I slipped my cock into her tight ass.
“Good, we're heading back to Tacoma after this,” I told her, fucking her bowels.
“I'll make sure things run smooth, Master!”
“I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”
Her dark face flushed as she turned around to look back at me. “Thank you, Master! I won't let you down.”
Her ass was tight, hot, as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and her ass constricted slightly every time her little slit was struck.
“I don't trust the new head of Seattle's Police,” I continued. “Have her arrested. In fact, you might want to purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men though.”
“Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back against me. “That makes sense. She's a man-hater.”
“Round up all the high-ranking government officials that are women,” Mary commanded; she looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We'll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”
“I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered.
“Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.
“Fuck, that's hot,” I muttered as I watched my wife kissing Jessica. My balls were close to exploding, and I groaned and shot my wad into Jessica's ass.
Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”
“Absolutely,” Jessica purred, and quickly knelt before me, sucking my dirty cock into her mouth.
Mary slipped off the desk, rubbed Jessica's head, and told her, “You'll do just fine. We both love you.”
Jessica beamed around my cock.
The door banged opened and Sam walked in, flanked by Candy. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”
“What?” I asked her as Jessica released my cock.
“It's possible she's a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the Mayor's house with none of Lilith's children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted.”
“Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.
Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her. She's a Warlock, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “She's made some Pact with Lilith.”
“Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow. If you try to exorcise her, it's possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”
Mary paled, swallowing, and a chill ran through me.
Candy nodded. “It's what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”
“Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I'm not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.”
It left a queasy feeling in my stomach, but we needed to know about Lilith's plans. “Maybe there is a way,” I realized, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tir – Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo
I watched Thamina, my birth-mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut.
Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured; my birth-mother grieved her absence. We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several 'refugee' camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called 'warlords' would wander in and claim these women for his men to be raped. Well, Mother sent my sisters and I to save them, and we made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace. By THE END
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014
Chapter Forty-Five: Wormwood
Visit my blog at This link (www.mypenname3000.com) is not approved. Submit this link for approval.
We had been in San Francisco for a week, spreading the Holy Word, when Wormwood erupted. Brian fell ill, and a great fear clutched my heart. The hospitals had been overwhelmed and I could only sit next to my husband and pray. I furiously prayed to our Living Gods, over and over until my sex grew sore with the ferocity of my devotions. On the third night, the God appeared in a vision before me, glowing like the sun. He took me in the vision, pleasure suffusing my entire being. “All will be well, my slut,” he had proclaimed as my passion overcame me. “Your faith has been rewarded.” The next morning, Brian's fever lifted.
–Second Missionaries 14:01-03
Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – City Hall, Seattle
I found Mary in the mayor's office, sitting on the edge of his desk. Mayor Erikson appeared to have been enthralled by Lamia – who was either Lilith or one of her daughters – and I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.
My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. She was just starting to show her pregnancy. Her auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.
“Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”
I grinned, my cock hard. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her and she slid off the desk. Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.
She kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me, and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. “Fuck me,” she hissed, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad!”
I spun her about, bent my wife over the desk. She pushed the computer monitor and keyboard to the side, and they crashed to the floor. I squeezed her ass through the fatigues, then ripped them off her ass along with the sky-blue boy-shorts she wore underneath. Her cunt was wet, waxed bare, and I whipped my cock out and shoved it in.
“Fuck, that's nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.
“Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”
The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us; that just made it hotter. I buried my shaft into my wife's tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. Mary's freckled ass jiggled every time I bottomed out in her cunt; the cheeks were plump, inviting, and I smacked my hand down on her ass.
“Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned.
I slapped her again, leaving a red hand-print. Then I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn't this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release.
I pulled her head up, and whispered in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”
“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”
“Naughty filly!” I panted, and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Naughty fucking filly!”
“Yes! So naughty! I'm your naughty filly! Oh God, make me cum!”
Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious, wonderful as her sheath milked my cock. I pulled back, and drove my cock home. Every muscle in my body tensed as my passion exploded thick into her.
Mary was shaking, breathing heavily, and then I heard a soft sob escape her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? “Did I hurt you?” I tenderly asked.
“No,” she said, sniffing. “It's just...You almost died again, Mark.”
I pulled out of her, scooped my wife up in my arms, and carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk. Mary curled up on my lap, and I stroked her hair as she softly cried. “I didn't die though,” I reassured her.
“I know, but...it was so close.” She looked up at me, her green eyes red with emotion. “You were so burned. I didn't even know how you were still standing.”
“You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.
“What?”
I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. I...”
“Shh...” she said, putting her finger to my lips.
I swallowed; she was right. It wasn't safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil's prison would have sprung open, and he would have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.
I had to be more careful.
Mary kissed me gently. She couldn't say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it. She was trying to reassure me, to quell the guilt and recriminations that twisted about inside me. We had driven Lilith from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep, and we could take the time to figure things out, and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam should be leaving for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.
The kiss was soft, gentle, loving. I stroked Mary's face, relaxing into her lips. The kiss grew more passionate, Mary shifting, squirming on my lap as she kicked off her fatigues and underwear. My tongue explored her sweet mouth. I kept hold of her face, not wanting to break the kiss as she straddled me. We broke the kiss only long enough for me to pull her black halter-top off, my hands instantly going to her freckled breasts as we kissed again. Mary shivered in pleasure as I played with her nipples.
My wife raised her hips up, guided my cock to her wonderful hole, and slid achingly slow down my shaft. I groaned into her lips, enjoying the sensation of being buried in her sopping cunt. Then she raised up slowly – a shudder passed through my body – and then back down. This wasn't the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago; we were making love this time, slow and passionate.
My right hand let go of her left breast, sliding down her silky skin to cup her plump ass, guiding her hips as she slowly rode me. The leather chair creaked and my stomach sank as it leaned back. For a moment, I feared the chair was falling backwards. Then it stopped; her breasts hung down to brush my chest. She smiled in relief, then she pumped up and down on my shaft.
“Oh, Mark,” she moaned, her emerald eyes staring down at me. Her ponytail hung down her neck and brushed my shoulder. “I love you.”
I squeezed her ass, urging her to go faster, and pulled her down for another kiss. I put all my love into my lips, nibbling on hers and playing with her tongue. She tasted sweet. She rocked faster on me. The pleasure intensified, building in my balls, and I drove my cock into her. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor, moving into a shaft of morning sunlight. Mary's hair was a tongue of fire kissing my shoulder and chest as we made love.
“My Mare!” I groaned, feeling my balls tightening. “I'm gonna cum.”
“Do it,” she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty with passion. “Cum in me.”
Her velvety cunt gripped my cock as she slammed down and I exploded in her. She mewled in pleasure, her body shaking atop me as her passion burst inside her. She gasped once, then sighed, and snuggled against my chest.
“I love you, Mare,” I whispered, my hand stroking down her side, down to her baby bump. “You and our child.” I was going to have other children, with the sluts, with other women, but I knew I was going to love our children just a little bit more.
“Our only child,” Mary sighed.
“What?” I asked her. “We can have other children.”
“Nuns don't get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”
I didn't know what to say, so I just kissed her forehead. “I'm sorry. It's not fair that I'm having all these children.”
“It's okay, Mark.” She shifted, looking up at me, and kissed me. “We'll have one child, at least.”
“One daughter. I told my sperm, remember.”
She laughed. “It doesn't work that way, Mark.”
“Sure it does. Willow told me so. She's an OB/GYN.”
Mary rolled her eyes. It was good to see her happy. Maybe having only one kid wasn't so bad, Mary wanted to name our first son Albert, after my grandfather. He was a great guy, but Albert was a terrible name. Our daughter would be named Chasity in memory of the loving woman that gave her life for Mary.
“Fine, if we only have one child...” Mary started to say.
“A daughter,” I corrected.
“Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta,” Mary declared with a mischievous grin. Did she read my mind? “Chasity Alberta Glassner.”
Fuck. That was almost as bad. I opened my mouth to object, when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering over to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary's outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.
“Master, Mistress,” she smiled, sitting down on a chair across from us.
Mary smiled back, then climbed off me. Jessica's eyes fell on her messy cunt, and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk's edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife's pussy and licked my cum out of her. Mary gripped her honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn hair tossed, and it wasn't long before she was shuddering in pleasure, tossing me a smile over her shoulder as she came.
“Umm, that was good,” Mary purred.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.
“Why don't you bend over the desk and let Mark fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her. I smiled at Mary; she was a such loving wife, and always made sure my needs were taken care of.
“Are you ready to run the city?” I asked Jessica as I hiked up her gray skirt.
“Yes, I...ohh...am!” Jessica gasped as I slipped my cock into her tight ass.
“Good, we're heading back to Tacoma after this,” I told her, fucking her bowels.
“I'll make sure things run smooth, Master!”
“I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”
Her dark face flushed as she turned around to look back at me. “Thank you, Master! I won't let you down.”
Her ass was tight, hot, as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her hard. My balls slapped against her pussy, and her ass constricted slightly every time her little slit was struck.
“I don't trust the new head of Seattle's Police,” I continued. “Have her arrested. In fact, you might want to purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men though.”
“Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back against me. “That makes sense. She's a man-hater.”
“Round up all the high-ranking government officials that are women,” Mary commanded; she looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We'll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent.”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Are you making my husband feel good, slut?”
“I am, Mistress,” Jessica answered.
“Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.
“Fuck, that's hot,” I muttered as I watched my wife kissing Jessica. My balls were close to exploding, and I groaned and shot my wad into Jessica's ass.
Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”
“Absolutely,” Jessica purred, and quickly knelt before me, sucking my dirty cock into her mouth.
Mary slipped off the desk, rubbed Jessica's head, and told her, “You'll do just fine. We both love you.”
Jessica beamed around my cock.
The door banged opened and Sam walked in, flanked by Candy. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”
“What?” I asked her as Jessica released my cock.
“It's possible she's a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the Mayor's house with none of Lilith's children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted.”
“Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.
Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her. She's a Warlock, right?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “She's made some Pact with Lilith.”
“Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow. If you try to exorcise her, it's possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”
Mary paled, swallowing, and a chill ran through me.
Candy nodded. “It's what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”
“Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I'm not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.”
It left a queasy feeling in my stomach, but we needed to know about Lilith's plans. “Maybe there is a way,” I realized, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tir – Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo
I watched Thamina, my birth-mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut.
Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured; my birth-mother grieved her absence. We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several 'refugee' camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called 'warlords' would wander in and claim these women for his men to be raped. Well, Mother sent my sisters and I to save them, and we made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace. By THE END
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