The Devil's Pact Pt. 05

I kissed Mark as I rose and he whispered, "Have fun." Mark was a great guy, very understanding. I'm glad I decided to stay with him. One of the waitresses walked by and Mark's eye flicked over to her ass swaying in the kimono. I wouldn't be surprised to learn he stuck his dick in the cutie.

Actually, I'd be surprised if he hadn't.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Mary and her new friend disappeared into the bathroom, sharing sultry glances, and I had the feeling my filly was about to get naughty in there. I grinned, glad she had found a release for her stress. I knew she was worried about meeting with the Devil tonight.

Fuck, I was nervous, too.

"Hey, man, what do you think of Seattle's defense. The LOB is--"

"Shut up," I growled, irritation flashing through me. I was tired of this boor. I hadn't used my powers, wanting to give Mary a normal, relaxing dinner, but she was having her fun and it was time to have some of my own.

One of the sexy waitresses in their kimonos walked by. I reached out, grabbing the end of her sash and pulling on the bow tied at the small of her back. She whirled around, her porcelain face growing red with outrage. "Sir, do not touch my obi. I will--"

"Let me fuck you. Your little pussy is growing wet and just wants to feel my cock buried to the hilt in you."

Her cheeks stayed red, but desire, not anger, burned in her eyes. Her head nodded, her eyes looking down with submission. My cock throbbed.

Still holding the end of her obi, I grinned at the boorish guy and pulled her behind a rice paper triptych painted with watercolors. I pressed her against the wall, pulling her loosened kimono opened. Her body was petite, clad by plain, boring panties and a bra. I shoved her panties to the side, a thick, black bush covering her pussy, and buried into her.

"Fuck, your tight," I groaned, hammering my cock away.

I closed my eyes while she gasped on moaned, her pussy squeezing hot and wet about my cock, and pictured Mary in the bathroom. I wonder what they were doing. Was Mary sucking on Diane's hot little pussy, or was my filly riding her face, smearing her shaved cunt about Diane's hungry mouth.

My hips thrust faster as I imagined Mary's sweet cries as she came. I shuddered, groaning, and fired off a big load of cum into her pussy. I pulled out, breathing heavily. It was a quick cum, just enough to take the edge off.

"Thanks," I grinned, leaving her panting and gasping, her body aroused but not satisfied. "You better go get cleaned up."

"Yes, sir," she moaned, wrapping her kimono back together.

I went back to the seat and Keith looked at me in amazement. "Bitch was hot for me," I shrugged at him, grabbing another bit of meat. "You can speak again."

* * *

Mary Sullivan

"You are so hot," purred Diane as we entered the bathroom.

Before I could react, she was pushing me up against the counter and plunging her tongue into my mouth. I sat up on the counter and wrapped my legs around her hips, my skirt riding up. I shoved my hand down her blouse and played with her firm, naked breast and hard nipple. I felt her nipple and marveled at how fat it was as I rolled it between my fingers.

Her mouth was hot and we kissed and moaned into each other's lips. I was forgetting all about my problems as this beautiful woman made my pussy melt.

"Fuck, you are stirring me up," I moaned after a few minutes of hot kissing. "I'm going to explode."

"I have that effect on women," laughed Diane.

Diane loosened the laces on my corset and my breast popped out. She bent down, kissing my freckled orbs and then sucking one of my tiny, dusky nipples into her mouth. Her lips were firm and gentle; she felts so good nursing my tit.

"Oh, my," a woman gasp.

We froze, Diane's mouth wrapped around my hard nipple and my hand down her blouse. One of the waitress had walked in. Her olive skinned flushed, her sash badly tied and her kimono in disarray. Mark had fucked her fast. He must have popped off almost right away in her pussy.

"Want to join?" I asked, licking my lips. I loved to lick Mark's cum out of another woman's cunt.

She looked down at the floor and quickly walked into the stall. Their was the rustle of fabric and then she started peeing. I was disturbed by how erotic that sounded; an image flashed of me pissing into Alison's mouth. I moaned, glad Diane was sucking at my nipple again, distracting me from that perverse thought.

"Are you always this eager to fuck strange women in a bathroom?" I asked as she stroked my thigh.

"When I go clubbing, I love fucking strange women in the bathroom or on the dance floor," she moaned and then sucked my other nipple into her mouth. "Last night, I had a hot threesome."

"What about your date?" I asked, confused.

"I'm bi," she answered. "Girls are fun, but I prefer men for long-term relationships." She slid down and spread my thighs and licked up my wet slit. "What about you? You left your date quick enough."

Mark had revealed to me my long buried, lesbian desires. "I'm bi. Mark knows what we're doing. He likes watching me with other women. Sometimes we share them or watch each other. It's so hot!"

There was a soft moan from the stall. I smiled, realizing the waitress was masturbating.

"Wow, wish I had a guy that special," Diane said, then stuck her tongue deep into my pussy. Her tongue was amazing, flicking through me, stirring through my dripping, spongy flesh.

"Lick my clit, you fucking slut!" I moaned, wanting the waitress to know what was going on. "Eat my pussy, you nasty whore." Diane seemed to like the dirty names, because her tongue was really digging into my pussy. I shuddered on her face when she suddenly nipped my clit. "Oh, you're making me cum! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I gripped her curly, black hair and flooded her mouth with my juices.

Diane stood up, face smeared with pussy cream. I kissed her, enjoying my musk on her lips, spicy and sweet. "God, you're a squirter," Diane breathed.

"Fuck, you know your way around a pussy!" I panted; she beamed with pride.

I pushed Diane back against a tiled wall and slid down, pushing her skirt to the side to find a lacy, black thong. I pulled it off and her pussy was covered by curly, black hair, neatly trimmed, her pussy wet and pink at the center. She smelled tangy and sweet. I ran my tongue through the forest of black hair and across her juicy labia. She tasted heavenly.

"Ohh, your tongue is nice, slut!" Diane moaned. "Eat my sloppy pussy until I cum all over your slutty face!"

There was another muffled groan from the waitress in the stall as I dug my tongue deep into the warm wetness of her pussy. My hands gripped her firm ass, pulling her had against my mouth, stuffing my tongue as deep as I could inside her. She writhed, fucking herself on my tongue, smearing juices all over my face.

"God, you're a good muff diver!" Diane moaned. "Fuck that nasty tongue up my twat, you fucking whore!"

She grabbed my hair and ground her pussy on my face, using me as a sex toy. It was so nasty; my own snatch was itching, eager for more pleasure. I slipped my hand down and fingered my own pussy, digging in deeply and searching for my G-spot. Diane moaned wordlessly, shuddering on my face and her pussy contracting on my tongue.

I found my G-spot, stroking that sensitive bundle of nerves. Pleasure swelled inside me, and then I shuddered and moaned, joining Diane in a mind-numbing, shuddering orgasm. I howled into her pussy as I quavered, my sheath squeezing down on my fingers.

And then bliss flooded through me as my orgasm died down.

"That was amazing!" she purred, letting go of my hair. I stumbled back and sat on the tiled floor.

"Yeah!" I stood up, brushing dirt from my ass and stumbled to the sink, my legs weak from my intense orgasm.

I turned on a faucet and rinsed the pussy juices off my nose and cheeks, leaving some on my lips for Mark to taste. Diane joined me, looking just as messy as I felt. The toilet flushed and the waitress slowly walked out, flushed and breathless. There was a shy smile on her face and she washed her sticky fingers off in the third sink.

"We should get back," I said. "Before your date misses you."

Diane rolled her eyes. "He's probably still on the phone. Christ, what a dick!"

The waitress gave a snort of laughter and we eyed her. She looked shyly away, finished washing her hands, and darted out of the bathroom.

"We should do this again," I suggested.

"Yeah, I'll take you to this hot club, the Clam Diver, and we'll have a lot of fun in the bathroom," she said. "No boyfriends though, it's a girls only kinda place."

"Sure, sounds fun." We swapped phone numbers and kissed one last time.

Keith was oddly silent, staring at my boyfriend as he ate, disbelief on his lips. Mark stood up and I kissed him, letting him taste Diane's delicious cunt. "Thank you," I whispered as he held out my chair like a gentleman.

Mark smiled. "You seemed more relaxed."

I speared a slice of steak and realized as I chewed that Mark was right. I had so much fun with Diane that I completely forgot about the fact I was about to sell my soul to the Devil. All my stress was gone and I felt too much bliss pumping through me to worry about it right now. Diane was a very special woman and I wondered what are next liaison would be like. I smiled and speared some diced vegetables and popped them into my mouth.

That would wait until later, tonight I made my pact.

Chapter Six

Our greatest advantage is the selfishness of man. They do not share power willingly. And Warlocks are the most selfish of men. While our enemy is vile, give thanks to the Creator that you will never have to face more than a single one.

--excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner

After our relaxing dinner, we drove out out to the very crossroads I had made my own Pact at a few nights ago. I dug a new hole, next to mine, and then we had a few hours to kill. We stretched out on some soft grass, Mary pressed against my body, her head pillowed on my arm, and we watched the sky darken and the stars slowly appear, twinkling like diamonds.

The nerves returned as we lay there and the summoning approached. But we drew strength from each other. The longer we watched, the calmer Mary grew, the tension melting from her body, and it was almost like her calm was infecting me, and I just grew to enjoy the feel of her against me, the touch of her silk hair as the breeze caused strands to caress my cheek.

The stars were almost as beautiful as Mary.

"Oh, a shooting star," Mary exclaimed, pointing at the streak of white.

"Did you make a wish?" I asked.

She grinned, nodding.

"What?"

"If I tell you, it won't come true. And I really want it to happen."

I caressed her cheek. "You wish will come true. And if doesn't, I'll make it be true. I'll give you the world on a silver platter. Just ask."

Her smile grew and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Warmth and joy spread through me, kindled by her sweet kiss, and I stroked her hair, sliding my hand down to squeeze her perfect tit through her blouse. Her nipple was hard, her breath growing heated.

The alarm on my phone went off. Mary tensed.

It was a 11:55.

"You don't have to do this," I told her, staring into her green depths.

"I do, Mark."

She stood up, holding out her hand and helped me up. We walked to the hole, staring down at the shoe box buried in it. I handed her the shovel, and she stood there, ready to pile the dirt over her box and complete the ritual.

I stared at the clock on my phone.

Four minutes.

Mary's jaw trembled.

Three minutes.

She bit her lip, shivering. I put my arm around her, pulling her to me. Some of her tension melted away.

Two minutes.

"Is it time yet?" she asked, her voice small and tight.

"Not yet."

One minute.

"Last chance, you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

She didn't answer; the shovel shook in her hand.

"It's midnight."

Mary stood frozen, staring down at the hole.

"You don't have to do this?" I told her, giving her arm a squeeze. "It's a big thing to do."

"I have to do it, Mark," she whispered.

Then quickly, before her resolve failed, she shoveled the pile of dirt, burying her box. We backed away from the hole. I hugged her, and she gripped me tight. And we waited. And waited. Eternity seemed to pass and Mary's trembles grew stronger and stronger until I was sure she was going to fly apart.

"Maybe, it didn't work," Mary whispered, shattering the silence of the night.

"It worked, Mary Sullivan," a pleasant voice said from the darkness.

We both jumped as the Devil stepped out of the shadows. He was a handsome man with scarlet eyes, dressed in the same black, expensive suit he wore two nights ago, a friendly smile gracing his face. He took Mary's hand, raised it up, and kissed the back of her hand, like an old-fashioned gentlemen. Then he shook my hand. "Good to see you again, Mark Glassner. The boys and I downstairs love what you're doing."

"T-thanks," I stammered.

"So what can I do for you, Mary Sullivan?" the Devil asked. "Eternal beauty?"

Mary swallowed, and, with more confidence than I had two nights ago, said, "I want three wishes in exchange for my soul."

"Of course, I would be more than happy to," the Devil replied in his friendly, relaxing manner.

"My first wish is for Mark and I to stay young, healthy, and beautiful for as long as Mark lives." I blinked in surprise. My first wish had been for a long a healthy life. Mary was smart enough to get the same thing, plus she would get to stay young and beautiful as well. Actually, we both would. I smiled at her, she was a smart cookie.

The Devil chuckled. "Very well. Although Mark isn't that beautiful."

Mary giggled. "Oh, I don't know. He has a certain charm about him." Mary hugged me a little tighter. "For my second wish, I want Mark and I to love each other unconditionally for eternity." Mary looked hesitantly at me, afraid I would object. I didn't. I had made her love me originally. It was only fair that she made sure that I would never leave her. This must be why she wanted to make a deal.

"Unconventional," the Devil said. "But more than doable. Soul mates are easy to keep together."

Soul mates?

"For my final wish, I..." Mary paused, blushing beet red, "... I want other women to desire me and, um, not to resist my sexual advances."

"Naughty filly," I whispered and kissed her forehead.

"All right," the Devil grinned. There was understanding in the Devil's eyes, not judgment. "An excellent wish. You have found yourself a rare woman, Mark Glassner. I would tell you to never let her go, but your souls are about to be chained so tight together, only the meddling of Heaven could pry you apart."

Scarlet light flashed and yellow smoke erupted, filling the air with an acrid reek; a contract appeared in the Devil's hand. "Look it over," he said, handing the contract to Mary.

Mary read the contract, then nodded her head. The Devil pricked her finger with an old fashioned, black fountain pen. She signed in her own blood, no hesitation, then the Devil signed in his. He rolled up the contract. "Any questions, Mary?"

She shook her head.

There was an awkward pause, and then the Devil looked over at me, a considering look on his face. I felt like a hunk of butchered meat and I tightened my arms about Mary. Finally, the Devil pulled a small, red crystal out of his pocket and held it up. The gem glinted with its own fire, bathing all three of us in scarlet light.

"You are a rare man," the Devil smiled. "I like your style."

"Thanks," I swallowed, squeezing Mary tight as fear spiked inside me.

"If you are ever in trouble, hold this crystal and say 'Lilith, appear before me,' and help will appear," the Devil instructed.

I gingerly held out my hand and he dropped it in. "Why would I--"

The Devil vanished into the shadows.

I stared at the gem, worried twisting my guts. "Why would I need this?"

Mary closed my hand about the gem, her hand warm on mine, and smiled reassuringly at me. "I don't know, but we'll face it together."

* * *

Lilith -- The Abyss

I heard my name spoke by Lucifer all the way down in the depths of Hell.

Anger boiled in me. I moved up through the layers of damnation, reaching the Shadows, the uppermost limit of the Abyss. It was called Limbo by some, the boundary between life and damnation. Here the most powerful of us could watch the Mortal world and, with the greatest of efforts, nudge the dreams of men and women.

Lucifer watched a pair of mortals: a disgusting man and a woman that fawned over him like a bitch in heat. Clutched in his hand was a red gem that throbbed with scarlet light. I swallowed, glaring at Lucifer. I owed the Morning Star a debt, and he had given it to some mortal. And a man! I shuddered in disgust at the thought of serving a loathsome man.

"Why did you give him that!" I demanded of Lucifer, trying not to flinch as he assumed his favorite form--a being of pure light, marred only by the two black pits of his eyes.

"I like him, Lilith," Lucifer answered.

"But why my name!" I demanded. "If you want to give gifts to your pets, leave me out! Why not Astarte! She loves slutting around with mortals. With men. Or Chemosh. It's been centuries since he's rampaged about the world."

"The Opposition already has his scent," Lucifer answered. "A Priestess is already on her way. One of those nuns sworn to Magdalene."

"So?" I asked, what did I care if some Warlock was stupid enough to attract the Opposition's attention.

Lucifer grinned at me. "Like I said, I like him."

"Liar. You only like yourself." I peered at him.

I could feel his satisfied smirk through his blinding light. What game were you playing at? And how could I turn it to my advantage? I smiled back. He did say a Priestess, and there were all sorts of things I could accomplish with one of those in my grasp.

Freedom from the Abyss would be a nice start.

To be continued...