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I grinned at her. My slut sucked my cock into her mouth. I shuddered and groaned as I enjoyed the blowjob and watched my fiancee get fucked by my friend. Lillian's tongue swirled around my cock's crown. My cock throbbed. I wouldn't last long. It was so hot watching Mary getting fucked. Another man was atop her, violating her pussy.
My pussy.
"Shit!" Karl gasped as his ass pumped away on top of Mary. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Not yet," Mary moaned. "I'm so close!"
"Sorry!" Karl groaned as he buried into my fiancee and came with a loud groan. He pulled out and Mary moaned her disappointment, Karl's cum dripping out of her pussy. My cock throbbed, and then I erupted into Lillian's mouth.
"I need to cum! Someone fuck me!" Mary gasped as she squeezed her tits.
"Sure," Tom said, appearing between her thighs and burying his cock into her cunt before anyone could object.
"Oh, yes!" Mary gasped, her disappointment fading. A happy smile crossed her lips as she writhed beneath Tom as he pounded her hard.
Mary turned her head, still happily smiling, her green eyes sparkling with lust. Our eyes connected. I saw such love in her emerald depths. My cock throbbed again. Lillian still sucked, eager for more of my cum. My cock never even softened. How could I become soft when my fiancee was so sexy?
"Gonna cum!" Mary moaned. "Oh, yes! Pound me!"
"Do it!" I growled at her. "You're such a naughty filly!"
"Thank you," Mary mouthed before she shuddered and arched her back as she came beneath Tom. Even though she writhed and bucked, she never broke eye contact with me. My balls tightened, and then I came again, shooting a second load down Lillian's mouth. My slut drank it all down.
"Damn," Tom grunted as he climbed off of my fiancee.
Mary's pussy gaped open, pink and full of cum.
"Guess it's my turn," Chris grinned, stroking his hard cock.
Mary purred, "Oh, yes. Come fuck me, stud! Umm, you are just so handsome. I love a guy with muscles."
"Oh, god it feel so nice inside her pussy," Chris moaned. "So wet."
Mary rubbed his chest through his shirt. "Let me see how sexy you are."
Chris, his hips still pumping away, popped off his shirt, exposing his six-pack abs and muscled pecs. Mary ran her hands over his muscular torso. "So nice," she cooed. "Oh yes."
Chris grinned and fucked my fiancee harder and harder. The table rocked and groaned. Mary's hands roamed his muscular body as she humped into his strokes. She gasped and moaned her delight, groaning near and near to cumming.
My cock throbbed and I fucked my slut's mouth. Lillian moaned around my dick, eager for a third load. I was eager to give it to her as Mary threw back her head and let out a low, throaty moan as she came beneath Chris.
Chris slammed his cock into her a few more times and moaned, "Her cunt milking my cock! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!"
"Ohh, cum in me," Mary gasped. "I need more!"
Chris stiffened and Mary beamed as he buried into her and pumped her cunt full of a third man's cum.
"Man, Mark, your fiancee is a wild gal," Chris panted as he pulled out.
"She's my naughty filly," I groaned, so close to cumming.
"And your naughty filly need her randy stallion to give her a proper fucking!" Mary wantonly moaned, running her fingers through her messy pussy. "Your friends were nice, but I need a real cock in me."
I knew she was just saying that to stroke my ego, but that didn't stop me from being happy. I ripped my cock from Lillian's mouth. I guess the slut wasn't getting that third load. I walked around the table and grabbed my fiancee's hips.
"My horny stallion," she moaned as I crawled up her body. "Fuck me! I need a real man."
"Fuck, I love you," I groaned as I slowly slid my cock into her sloppy pussy.
She was so hot and tight. My cock buried into her with a wet squelch. Mary pulled my head down and kissed me with passion. I groaned, savoring her love. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her cunt. I slowly fucked her, taking my time as I enjoyed my fiancee.
"Oh yes," Mary moaned beneath me as our passion sped up, "that's the cock I love. And the man."
"I love you, Mare," I whispered into her ear, fucking her faster and harder.
The table creaked beneath us as we picked up our pace. Mary's hips rotated beneath me, humping me back as hard as I thrust into her hot depths. Her tongue licked at my ear and she whispered, "Your friend's cocks were nice, but yours is the one that my pussy craves. You're stirring my cunt up so deliciously."
"Your cunt feels amazing," I whispered back, my balls slapping into her pussy ached to cum. "So wet and slick." I saw the hickey on her neck, and I decided to leave one of my own, even bigger than Karl's. I latched onto her neck and sucked as I made love to her.
"That's all your friends cum inside me," Mary cooed. "Sloppy, wet cum, filling me up. But I need more. I need your tasty cum." Her fingers raked my back through my shirt. "I'm getting so close to cumming! Are you close?"
"Yes, Mare!" I groaned and went back to sucking at her neck. I fucked her hard, our flesh slapping together.
"You always fuck me so hard after another man's been in me," Mary whispered, her hands cupping my face and pulling my lips to hers.
We kissed hard. My balls tightened. I slammed into her hot depths. My orgasm exploded out of me. Mary bucked beneath me, her cunt spasming as she came. The pleasure rushed through me every time I shot a blast of cum into her depths.
Then I collapsed on her, my head swimming with exhaustion and bliss
"Mmh, that was nice," Mary purred, her arms holding me. "Maybe I should join your group, it seems like so much fun."
"Yeah," Tom grinned.
"I would love for you to come again," Karl excitedly said.
"Oh, I can guarantee that I will cum again," Mary said with a wicked smile.
* * *
Sister Theodore -- Miami, Fl
The night wore on. My eyes grew heavy. I messed up.
I lay on my bed in the motel room I shared with Antsy. The minutes ticked by. I had blown it. I had my chance to cast the spell on Antsy tonight, and instead I let my lusts distract me. I tried to stay awake, but it grew harder and harder as the night wore on.
The window grew light as dawn neared.
My eyes were heavy. I laid back on my pillow. She wasn't coming back tonight. She was having fun with whatever stud she met at the club. At least there was always tomorrow night. And Saturday and Sunday. Antsy wasn't going back home yet. I hadn't blown my mission yet.
I would still be able to stop Mark Glassner.
I fell into an exhausted sleep.
* * *
Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA
Could my email be traced?
I stared at my laptop as I sat in the cheap cabin. My hideout. No one knew I was here. I had a burner cell phone I paid with cash. I had a laptop routed through every anonymizer and IP router I could before I communicated with the outside world.
The police couldn't trace me. Right?
I never should have placed that ad. I never should have exposed myself. It was too risky. Hitmen were always cops. You heard about it all the time when some spouse wanted to kill the other. I wouldn't save my wife if I was in jail for conspiracy to commit murder.
My hand shook.
I wanted a drink.
I grit my teeth. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Just a small one. Something to take the edge off. That couldn't hurt.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. No. I was in command. I wouldn't submit. The police had no idea where I was. No idea.
I needed to keep repeating that. I was safe. They would have already burst down the doors if they knew. Mark had to have them hunting me. He controlled so many police chiefs. And the FBI. I bet they were hunting me, too.
So I must be safe.
The lie was comforting.
My laptop chimed. I had an email. I took a deep breath and grabbed it. Doug usually sent me an email informing me he had uploaded the days surveillance. I tapped the keyboard to wake up the monitor.
The email was from the assassin. "You never showed up. I was sad. I'm not a cop. I want to help you. The one I serve wants Mark Glassner dead, too."
I froze. I never told the assassin whom I wanted dead.
"The one I serve has great power. I think you understand what I'm taking about. You know what sort of people Mark and his redheaded slut are, and whom they received their power from. The one I serve doesn't want Lucifer's plan to succeed. He's willing to help. If you're willing to pay the price."
I blinked at the screen. My heart thudded in my chest. Could I make a Pact with a demon like Mark had?
I could.
"Let's arrange another meeting," I typed, sent the email, and closed my laptop. Why hadn't I thought of this before? If Mark could get power, why not me?
Chapter Seven
What exciting times have come to the Coven. Magic seems to be everywhere these days. After my tryst with Mary, the enchanting redhead I fooled around with at the Clam Diver, I was delighted to learn of Chantelle and Lana's claim to conjure an actual Goddess. I can't wait for tonight! This will be the greatest Summer Solstice I have ever witnessed.
--Facebook post of Starlight Gray, June 20th, 2013
Lilith -- The Abyss
My soul buzzed with energy. I had glutted on vitality. A man's life force was such a delicious meal.
Lana and Chantelle finally had finished their lovemaking. Their passions were spent. They cuddled as they drifted off to sleep. Their bodies were naked. They had a window open, the room warm. They slept without sheets. They were beautiful.
They were worthy enough to serve me.
Their breathing slowed. Their conscious minds grew still as they fell into the depths of sleep. Their subconscious rose. They dreamed.
I loved dreams. You could learn so much about a human's desires from their dreams. They were windows into their hopes and fears, desires and secrets. With a light touch, I could direct their subconscious, ferreting out everything thing I would need to seduce them from Mark.
Lana, the blonde, was bisexual. I was disgusted to see that she still had cravings for men that Chantelle could never satisfy. Lana was often unfaithful to Chantelle with men. Her foul desires for cocks had to be satiated, and Lana enjoyed driving Chantelle crazy with jealousy. Lana loved how sexually aggressive it made Chantelle after Chantelle had witnessed her with a male lover.
I pressed further into Lana's desires. What did she love about being with brutish men? Was it men in general she found attractive, or was it only their hard, throbbing organs? I couldn't have a woman serve me who loved men. Lana shuddered and whimpered as I pressed deeper.
Buried in Lana darkest recesses, I found those desires that she hid from all. Lana wanted to be fucked by a futanari, a dickgirl. She didn't want some guy who had breast augmentation, but an actual woman with a penis. She burned for this taboo congress. She loved cocks, but not necessarily the men who wielded them.
A smile crossed my lips. What a naughty slut she was. She was perfect.
I probed into her fears. She didn't like heights, which wasn't useful, and spiders absolutely frightened her. I discarded such mundane fears, and ferreted out the ones she clutched in her heart. Lana loved Chantelle, but she feared that Chantelle only was attracted to her beauty. She dreaded the day old age would sap her youth and beauty, then Chantelle would find a younger, prettier woman to love, discarding Lana as useless.
I let Lana's dream on her own and moved to Chantelle.
Chantelle loved Lana. But it hurt her every time Lana was unfaithful. Chantelle hated watching Lana with other men. Every time was a knife in her heart. Chantelle was desperate to tell Lana how she truly felt. She wanted to beg Lana to stop. After every one of Lana's affairs, Chantelle steeled herself to drop her ultimatum.
Instead, Chantelle found herself fucking Lana with fiery passion. She had to prove to herself that Lana enjoyed being with her more than with a man. Both of them were strippers, and Lana would often fuck men during lap dances while Chantelle watched. Chantelle's great desire to stop Lana's infidelity was tied into her fears. Chantelle had all those normal, mundane fears, but the one that kept her up at night was losing Chantelle to a man. Chantelle was the first woman Lana had been with, and Chantelle feared that Lana would one day stop being gay and go back to men.
I smiled, this was perfect. I knew just how to seduce these girls to my service.
I entered the Mortal World. It was time to seduce them. Dawn was approaching in a few hours, so I needed to act now. I was strongest at night, beneath a moon.
When I manifested, my lust radiated out from me in waves, engulfing the room and flooding out into the rest of the bed and breakfast. Both sleeping women stirred. Their nipples hardened and the sweet, musky scent of their pussies wafted through the air. In the next room was a couple celebrating their wedding anniversary The wife was sleeping, but the husband was up, using the restroom. The lust hit him, overwhelming his thoughts, and he rushed to his wife. Soon their passionate fucking could be heard through the thin walls. Upstairs, the innkeeper, a woman in her sixties, masturbated for the first time in years.
I drank in the lusty energy shed by the mortals.
Lana woke up first. She shifted around, and then her eyes widened as she gazed at my perfect beauty. A shiver of lust rippled through her as she drank in my naked, lush body bathed in silvery moonlight.
"Wow," she whispered as she reached out and shook Chantelle's shoulder.
Chantelle murmured. She snuggled tighter against Lana. Her lips brushed Lana's hard nipple. Instinctively, Chantelle's mouth opened and she sucked the nipple between her lips. Lana's eyes glistened with desire, her full lips parting in a sigh.
"Who are you?" gasped Lana, her voice thick with her Ukrainian accent.
"Lilith," I purred. "A goddess bringing such sweet gifts of pleasure the likes you have never experienced."
* * *
Chantelle Paquet-Holub -- Port Orchard, WA
I came awake. My lips were wrapped about Lana's hard nipples. I moaned as I suckled. My pussy was on fire. A woman stood over us, her hair silver and glowing in the moonlight. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She rivaled Mistress with her heaving breasts and curvy hips.
Her name was Lilith. A goddess sent to give us pleasure.
"Yes," Lana moaned.
My pleasure swelled. My hand pushed between Lana's thighs. My wife was dripping wet. I fingered her as the goddess watched us. My own pussy was on fire. I squeezed my thighs together, caressing my clit.
"You're gorgeous," Lana moaned as my fingers sank into her pussy.
The goddess purred in delight. I shuddered as Lilith reached out and touched both our thighs. We both cried out in delight as our climaxes burst through our bodies. We writhed and shuddered together. We held each other tight as we trembled in passion.
"Oh, Chantelle!" Lana mewled, her voice thick with passion.
Lana seized my chin. She pulled my lips from her nipples. We kissed. I moaned into my wife's lips as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Lilith's touch was pure sex. Another orgasm shuddered through me.
Lilith joined us on our bed, crawling up our bodies. Her every touch sent new delights shuddering through my body. Another orgasm rippled through my wife and me as Lilith's large breasts dragged across our naked flesh. Her nipples were hard as they slid up my thigh, leaving burning bliss in their wake.
The goddess crawled between us and I separated from Lana. Our hands grabbed her body. Her breasts dangled above our lips. We both sucked Lilith's hard nipples into our mouths. Our thighs parted and her legs settled between us. I humped with my wife, the pair of us rubbing our hot pussies up and down Lilith's smooth flesh.
"That's it. Revel in the pleasures I bring," cooed Lilith.
And it was such pleasure she brought. My mind burned with passions I had never experienced.
I ground harder on her thigh. My pussy flooded her flesh with my excitement. Orgasm burst through my body. I moaned my passion around her hard nipple. I sucked and played with the nub as stars danced before my eyes.
"Yes, you two are just perfect." The goddess cradled our heads, holding us to her breasts. Her fingers stroked through my black hair. "Just perfect."
Lana sucked harder beside me and nibbled with her teeth. I just used my tongue, playing with Lilith's hard nipple before sucking it back into my mouth. I shuddered, my clit throbbing. The air was heady with the heady scent of womanly passion.
Strange thoughts flooded my mind. In my imagination, a cock sprouted from my pussy, thrusting before me. Lana moaned her delight as she knelt before me. She sucked my cock into her lips, bobbing her head as her blue eyes shown with pleasure. Then I fucked her. The sensations were intense. Lana was begging me to cum in her pussy. I shuddered and flooded her with my seed.
It was such an impossible fantasy. But it made me so hot. The Lana in my mind was such a slut for my cock. She was as eager to fuck it as she was to fuck all those guys. I moaned, wanting it to be true, wanting Lana to pant after me with that same lust.
"Oh, Chantelle!" Lana shuddered, her eyes closed as she writhed next to me. "Fuck me with your cock. It feels so amazing. It's better than any man's dick because it belonged to my wife! Umm, and you still have your pussy. You're all I want! Tits, pussy, and cock! You're a dickgirl! A beautiful dickgirl."
"Yes!" I gasped. I wanted that. I wanted to be her dickgirl lover. I wanted to give my Lana everything she desired.
"I can give this to you," Lilith whispered as she nuzzled my ear. I shuddered and came as her hot tongue circled my lobe. "With a cock, you could fully satisfy Lana. She would never need to cheat on you."
"I want that!" I gasped.
Lilith's lips moved to Lana and whispered to my wife, "You fear growing old, of Chantelle finding a younger woman, but I can keep you and your wife young and beautiful forever."
Lilith's promise filled me. It penetrated the haze of lust that surrounded me. I looked at my wife and she looked at me. A wave of nerves washed through me. "W-would you be happy if I had a dick?" I asked.
"Oh, that would make me so happy!" Lana moaned. "I've always fantasized about being with a futanari!"
"A what?" I asked.
"A beautiful girl with a beautiful dick and a yummy pussy," Lana answered right before she kissed me. My heart throbbed at the thought. I could be everything Lana needed. I wanted that. I would have a dick and a pussy. I could have everything my wife needed.
"All I need is your pledge to worship me," Lilith purred. "Swear your souls to me and be my High Priestesses, and I will grant you your desires."
Something new intruded on my lust. I couldn't swear my soul to her. "But we belong to Master and Mistress," I objected.
"Your bodies, not your souls," purred Lilith. "Besides, I serve Mark and Mary as well. They sent me to you to grant these desires."
"Really?" Lana asked, trembling beside me.
Was that right? Were we serving our Masters by swearing to her. I wasn't sure, but I wanted to believe her words. I was desperate to. I wouldn't be betraying Master, right? A tiny fear clutched me, but my lust throbbed through me. Master never told me not to do this, and Lilith had to be telling the truth. She was just the sort of creature that would serve them.
"I will do it, if you will, Lana," I sighed.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Lana beamed. "I want it so bad!"
Lilith laughed in delight. "Yes. Just say, 'I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, for now until the end of time,' and then we shall consummate our agreement."
"Consummate?" I asked, and Lilith smiled.
