The Devil's Pact Pt. 09

"Damn, it's one thing to fuck my sister, but my mom," Mark panted. "She was, well, my mom."

I wondered what she looked like. Was she a beautiful woman? Mark's eyes closed, his cock twitching in my hand. I leaned closer to him, my lips inches from his ear. "What are you thinking about? I'm thinking about you and your mom fucking." It was a more perverse, and hot, thought than fucking my own sisters. I humped harder at Mark's thighs, my orgasm swelling inside me. "Tell me what nasty thoughts are in your mind, Mark."

"My mom," he groaned. "When I was younger, I used to jerk off thinking about her. She's beautiful, Mare. I think she was the first woman I ever jerked off to. Her breasts and ass are great."

"What if she walked right into our bedroom?" I moaned, humping harder, my hand flying on his cock. "What if she wanted to fuck you?"

"Oh, fuck, that's hot," he groaned. "I want to fuck my mom while she's eating your pussy out, Mare!"

His cock jerked. His cum erupted, fountaining up and splashing down his chest. His cock throbbed a second time and a third, pulsing out more cum. A last, milky flow ran down his dick and my hand, hot and sexy. I groaned, leaning over to lick his cum off his chest as my orgasm exploded. My pussy released a flood on Mark's thighs.

"Damn, that's hot, Mare," Mark groaned. "Let's do it. Let's fuck my mom together."

"There's a catch," Lilith added. "A male Warlock's powers will not work on his mother, and a female's won't work on her father. So, you'll need to seduce her or rape her." Lilith licked her lips. "Your choice, Mark. I suggest raping her, I'm not sure you could seduce a woman without your powers."

I frowned, noticing a flash of something across Lilith's face--disgust. And then my eyes widened as I realized what she said.

"Do I need to fuck my father?" I gasped.

"You don't have any Thralls," Lilith pointed out. "Mark's power lets him rewrite a person's mind, change their memories and how they think about things. He changes their very personalities. Your power just lowers a woman's inhibitions, and increases their desire to the point that they will do whatever nasty sex act you want. But you're not changing them. Each woman will rationalize why they fucked you in different ways. Some will think they've just lost control. Others will think you must have drugged them."

"Oh," I said in disappointment. Maybe I should have asked for some mind control power.

Or a dick. What did Lilith feel when she was buried in Sister Cuntrag's twat?

"My Thrall is your Thrall, Mare," Mark told me.

How sweet.

Lilith's strokes grew faster, the demoness panting loud as she pounded Cuntrag's cunt hard. I bit my lip, wanting to experience that perverse pleasure as well. Lilith's tits bounced beneath her baby-doll slip, and Cuntrag sobbed and moaned.

"Ohh, her cunt feels so nice on my cock," Lilith purred. "Take it! Take my hard cock! Oh fuck! I'm cumming" Lust exploded through the room as Lilith let out an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure as she came in the nun's cunt.

Lilith fell backwards, lying on the floor. Her cock was gone, reduced back to a little clit. Cuntrag sobbed in pain while black cum leaked out of her pussy. "How did you make that cock?" I asked, staring curiously down at Lilith's crotch.

"I made it many, many years ago," Lilith murmured. "But my husband...well, he didn't like me having a cock. I think he was jealous of the size, so he convinced God to make him a more submissive wife. And I was cursed. So now I need someone's willing permission to use my cock on them."

"Cuntrag didn't give you permission," I pointed out.

"Oh, well, you own her, so I needed your permission." Lilith glanced at Mark and then me. "Would you like a cock, Mary? That could be your third boon."

I wanted that so bad. I glanced at Mark, on the verge of blurting out my desire. His face tensed, his eyes wide. He didn't like the idea. Was having a cock worth creating some tension between us? He clearly was unnerved by it.

Besides, we needed to save the boon for an emergency.

"No," I answered.

Mark relaxed.

"No, you wouldn't want to make my mistake," Lilith said bitterly, glaring at Mark. Her eyes flashed with anger and loathing for a brief moment before it was replaced by lust.

Mark tensed again and fear gripped my heart. Did Lilith hate Mark? Hate men? She looked at my fiance like he was a bug beneath her gaze, an ant.

Well, she had to obey me. I could control her, and once I made my last boon, she would be banished back to Hell.

Chapter Seven

The Ecstasy is our great gift. To lie in the Archangel's embrace is to touch the Divine. Let Gabriel's touch guide you on your path.

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

Tuesday, June 11th, 2013 -- Brandon Fitzsimmons -- SeaTac, WA

Resolve filled me.

I was going to get my wife back from Mark. I showered for the first time since Friday. It was time for me to stop wallowing and to act. After the shower, I carefully shaved the stubbly beard that shadowed my jowls.

There had to be a way to defeat Mark. I would need to learn, to study him. I would have to find out all I could about the world Mark moved in. What were the weaknesses of his powers? What were his capabilities? Where was he vulnerable?

Once I knew all these facts, I could crush him and get my Desiree back.

I strode out of the bathroom, pulling on my suit. This hotel had to go. I would need a safer place to stay. Some place Mark couldn't track me too if things went wrong. Careful planning would be needed in the coming days.

My cell phone rang.

I hesitated before picking it up. What if it was Mark? Did his commands work over the phone. I glanced at the caller ID. It was Doug Allard, the P.I. I hired. He had been following Mark for the last few days.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Mr. Fitzsimmons, Mark has to be stopped," Doug blurted out, his voice strained. "We need to meet."

"Yes, we do," I agreed. A plan began to form. A smile crossed my lips. "How would you like some breakfast?"

* * *

Ramiel -- Paradise

"Ramiel ..."

The voice whispered out of the Angelic Choir, just loud enough to be heard over the Worship of the Highest. The voice of Gabriel the Archangel summoning me to his side. On a beam of light, I descended to the Earthly Realm.

I found Gabriel atop one of his Priestesses. She was an attractive woman, appearing to be eighteen, but I could see her true age--forty-four. One of Gifts of the Spirit a Priestess received was eternal youth. She had dirty-blonde hair escaping from beneath her white veil, and blue eyes that stared sightlessly at the ceiling. She was too lost to the pleasure of Gabriel's touch, the Ecstasy, to be aware of anything at the moment.

My manhood hardened, and I envied Gabriel and his Priestesses. The Creator had long decried it was sinful for an Angel to lie with a mortal. It was our greatest temptation, and so many Angels had fallen to that sin and been cast into the abyss with Lucifer.

I understood how my brothers could so easily fall into that particular sin. Sister Theodora's body was so enticing, so lush. I could peer through the shapeless, gray habit to see her round breasts and hard nipples, the blonde fur that covered the wet lips of her womanhood. My manhood ached to know her.

The only mortal an Angel could lie with was a Priestess, and then only to aid her in her holy mission. These centuries, that meant just Gabriel giving them the Ecstasy. Of course, Gabriel did more than just lay with the woman and satiating his lust. He also rewrote her destiny.

Gabriel adjusted the golden string of Theodora's life. The thread led away from her into the future where Gabriel adjusted silver strings, influencing mortals, to guide and aide Sister Theodora on her mission. He created Providence. The color of the strings mattered. Gold were Priestesses, silver were mortals, black were Thralls, and red were Warlocks.

Finally, Gabriel finished both his adjustments of her future, and reached his climax, spilling his seed into her flesh. Standing up, Gabriel turned to face me. He appeared as a handsome man, well muscled, like the sculptures the Greeks used to make. A plain, white tunic appeared to cover his nakedness and a golden sword hung from his hip, the sword of an Archangel. I had my own sword, silver, with sapphires--the sword of a Dominion.

"Ramiel," Gabriel greeted, pleasantly. "Sister Louise Afra has been captured by the Warlocks. Worse, Lilith has been summoned and provides them aide and succor. The Succubus will soon arm the Warlocks against my Priestesses."

I nodded in understanding. Once, demons were commonly summoned by the Warlocks and the Priestesses, often with a Priest at her side, had to use other methods to stop the Warlock. More indirect and subtle methods than the Exorcism used today. A pity no Priest still lived. There powers were invaluable when fighting a demon.

"Then I am to teach Theodora?" I asked, my cock throbbing in excitement.

"Yes, brother," Gabriel said. He grasped Theodora's golden string. To the right, it led to her probable future, to the left, her concrete past. Gabriel slid his fingers down her thread to the right, stopping a few hours into the future. There a silver string intersected. "She must employ the Prayer of Avvah on this mortal."

I grasped the new string and examined this mortal life--Samantha Glassner. I gazed in both directions down her string. In both Samantha's past and her future, her string intersected the red thread of a Warlock. This mortal was someone close to a Warlock, possibly a sibling. I smiled; the Prayer of Avvah would make the mortal a trap that even a demon's power could not detect.

I examined the Warlock's thread. He had recently become entwined with the second Warlock's string, wrapped tighter than mere lovers--soul mates. But the Prayer of Avvah would drive a wedge between them.

It was a good plan. Once the Warlocks had their falling out, they would be easier to deal with.

"There is one more thing," Gabriel said. "Follow Theodora's string back into her past."

I followed her golden string back through her life, through the thirteen years she had been a Priestess, back to when she had been a Thrall. I found the thread that belonged to Sister Louise who rescued Theodora. Louise's thread was no longer gold, but the black of a Thrall. I followed Theodora's thread back to before she had been a Thrall, where her thread entwined with another mortal's string--her husband and soul mate. Three threads were born of their union, three children. Two were silver, but the middle child was red--a Warlock.

"She must not know," Gabriel answered. "Theodora must not know her daughter is a Warlock until the time is right."

"We can't send a mother after her own daughter," I objected.

"There is no one else to send," Gabriel said. "None in North America. Our resources have always been poor in these lands."

"What about from South America or Europe?"

"There is a Warlock in Europe and two in South America."

"But it's wrong not to tell her."

Gabriel fixed his ruby eyes on me. "You have your orders, Ramiel."

And he was gone, ascending back to the heavenly choir on a ray of light. I stared down at Sister Theodora as she stirred, recovering from the Ecstasy. It was wrong not to tell her. Wrong to send her to fight her own daughter. I wanted to let the poor women know what she faced.

But I just had to have faith in my superior, in the Highest.

As much as I wanted to tell Sister Theodora, I would not. I was an Angel, a Dominion, and if I disobeyed an order from my Archangel, I would be cast into the Abyss. Only man could sin and find God's forgiveness. Such Grace was not for Angels.

To be continued...