The Devil's Pact Pt. 20

For a single, perfect moment, we were one.

I felt how much she loved me; the deep, strong river of love that carried her through the pain of the last few days. And Mary felt how much I loved her, how hard I struggled against the spell binding me to Antsy, trying to break free, to hold on long enough for my sweet Mary to save me.

"I love you, Mare," I whispered as she panted on top of me. "I'm so sorry."

"Shh," Mary whispered between kisses. "It wasn't you. It was a nun."

Mary slid off me and I admired her beautiful, plump ass as she walked over to her clothes. When she bent down, her tight pussy, messy with my milky cum, flashed between her legs; my cock hardened.

"You're so beautiful, Mare," I told her.

Her smile was radiant when she stood up, her perky breasts jiggling as she walked back to the bed. She kissed me on the lips and then unlocked my handcuffs. She kissed my chaffed wrists and ankles as she released each limb.

Freed, I grabbed Mary and pushed her onto her back, kissing her lips, forcing my tongue inside her mouth as I climb atop her. My sweet Mary was once again beneath me, wet and willing. Her thighs spread.

So beautiful.

"Oh, Mark," she moaned, guiding my cock to her sopping wet pussy. "Fuck me. I need you so badly!"

I slid inside my sweet Mary, my naughty filly. A nun had attacked us, but that could wait for later. All that mattered was that I had my Mary back and together we could overcome anything.

I kissed her again, her lips salty with tears. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hips bucking up to meet my thrusts. I broke the kiss, nuzzling at the slope of her neck, sucking hard. I left a hickey, marking my Mary as mine for all the world to see.

"Yes, fuck me!" she moaned. "My mighty stallion! Fuck your naughty, little filly! Ride me hard, stud!"

"I love you, Mare," I whispered into her ear. "My sexy, naughty filly!"

I pounded her harder, our groins slapping together with urgency. Her hard, little clit rubbed into my pelvis as she bucked into my thrusts, bringing gasps of pleasure to her lips. I stared into her deep, green eyes, into her soul, delighting in the love I saw there.

I fucked her, savoring her tight depths. My balls slapped into her body. Her hard nipples rubbed on my chest. Her cunt was amazing on my cock--the best cunt in the world. Every stroke in and out of her pussy built the pressure in my balls and sent delight shuddering through my body.

"I only need you, Mare," I whispered. "I could be happy only with you."

"I love you Mark," she gasped. "You're my world! I just need you, your cock, your delicious cum! Please, flood my naughty pussy! Please!"

"Yes," I moaned, my balls tensing. "Here it comes, my delicious filly. My wanton lover!"

Our groins came together hard. My strokes were frantic. I was so close. My body tensed. I buried into her depths. My balls exploded. The bliss rushed out of me as my cum poured into my naughty filly.

"Mare," I groaned as I was gripped by my pleasure.

"My horny stallion," Mary gasped as she came beneath me.

Her pussy spasmed on my cock, milking all my cum out of me. I savored the way she writhed beneath me and the bite of her fingernails as they dug into my back. I growled in delight as the last blast of my cum filled my fiancee.

And then I collapsed on her. The air was thick with our shared musk as I buried my face in the nape of her neck. I inhaled her wonderful scent.

My Mary.

"It's time to go home," I whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

Chapter Seven

The nun's foul magic was destroyed by the love of our Gods. Nothing can ever stand up to them. Love will always conquer hate.

--The Gospel of April 23:47

Sister Theodora Mariam -- SeaTac, WA

I was tired as I walked off the plane. It was a long flight from Miami. I was back home in Washington State. It had been nearly thirteen years since I had left. I wondered how Sean was doing. And my daughters. They must be all grown up and beautiful. I wanted to go and see them. I ached to see them, but that would only bring more pain.

That part of my life was over, taken away from me by Kurt, a Warlock.

It was why I had to stop Mark and his whore from destroying any more lives.

A sudden pain clenched my stomach. I doubled over and grasped my stomach. There was a bathroom nearby. I stumbled inside it, entering the stall. I sat on the toilet, a groan escaping my lips as I squeezed my eyes shut.

What was happening?

It wasn't pain. It was more like the memory of the stabbing agony I had experienced when I had appendicitis as a kid. What was going on? Was I sick? I couldn't get sick. I was a Sister of Mary Magdalene. The Gifts of the Spirit kept me young and healthy.

"No," I groaned, my guts twisting. Then I prayed through clenched teeth as I slipped to the floor before the toilet, the tiles cold on my knees, "Oh, God! Please take this feeling away."

The pain vanished.

My body shuddered as a hand reached through my dress and the Ecstasy came upon me.

"The Bond of Avvah has been broken," Gabriel the Archangel whispered into my ear. "Our opening gambit has failed."

My pussy orgasmed beneath Gabriel's angelic touch. The pleasure flooded my body. I struggled to focus and asked, "What do we do now?"

"A messier plan," Gabriel answered sadly, his hard cock sliding into my pussy and a second orgasm shuddered through my body. "A far messier plan."

* * *

Carlos Gutierrez -- Seattle, WA

"Hey, Carlos," McKenzie, my bubbly producer said as she walked up to my desk in the KING 5 newsroom. "How's that story about Mark Glassner coming along?"

"It's weird," I answered. "Something hinky is definitely going on. This guy really has come up with some strange gas. Agent Peterson, the FBI agent that led the raid on Mark's house last Thursday morning, has been put into a mental health hospital. My source says he's under that Mark Glassner's gas, but they can't figure out how to fix him."

I had been working on a story on Mark Glassner when that FBI raid messed everything up. I could hardly run a story about Mark as a terrorist when the FBI was saying it was all a case of mistaken identity. But if Peterson was under Mark's mind control gas, as impossible as that seemed, it would explain a lot.

"Really," McKenzie's eyes lit up, sensing a juicy story. "Is this sourced?"

"I got a friend inside the Justice Department," I answered. "The evidence against Mr. Glassner is pretty substantial. He also told me Agent Peterson's partner, Agent Noel Heinrich, is under investigation and working a desk job. They think Jessica St. Pierre from channel 7, the one who interviewed Peterson, might also be under Mark's powers along with a lot of local cops in Puyallup."

"Damn," she whispered.

My phone chirped. I had gotten an email from someone named Brandon Fitzsimmons. I frowned, why was that name familiar? Right, Mark was living at his house, shacked up with the guys wife.

"Holy shit," I muttered when I opened the email and saw the photos attached. There was also video. I opened the first picture and whistled.

"Am I seeing what I think I am?" McKenzie asked greedily as she peered over my shoulder at my computer screen.

"Yeah," I nodded. This was the proof I needed. This was going to be an explosive story.

"This is leading the eleven o'clock news," McKenzie ordered. "Get this ready, Carlos. Oooh, we're going to scoop everyone else!"

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Buckley, WA

I clicked send, my e-mail shooting off to Carlos Gutierrez at KING 5 news. I had attached some of the juicy photographs and video Doug, my P.I., had taken of my house and that bastard the day the FBI raided him last Thursday.

Mark's life had been too calm. I needed to keep him off-balanced while I tried to find a way to take him down. Maybe getting the media to turn back against him might help. Or maybe if the public saw just how dangerous Mark was, the government might do something...precipitous.

I was about to shutdown my laptop when a new email arrived from Doug with a video attacked. I read the email. It was a short message: "Brandon, there is wild stuff going down. The nuns are active and have attacked Mark and Mary via his little sister. Lilith appeared and talked about quite a lot. You have to watch this."

I downloaded the video and was looking at my dining room. Mary sat at the dining room table naked. Suddenly, a silver haired woman in a transparent dress appeared out of thin air. The audio on the video wasn't great, there always was static with Lilith appeared. Luckily, Doug had provided me with a transcript. It was a fascinating read.

One line from the transcript caught my eye. I read Lilith's words: "Done. Our Pact is finished. My time on the Mortal Realm is complete. But, before I go, I have another agreement to fulfill with you and Mark. There are many other spells for you to learn, other magic a Warlock can possess. Seek the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. The ancient tome will complete your education."

"Other spells," I read aloud. "Complete your education."

A shudder ran through me. This tome might just be what I need to give me a chance against Mark. Greed seized me. It might tell me how I could make my own Pact. Then I would rival Mark. Then I would destroy him.

I opened up Google and started my search.

To be continued...