The Devil's Pact Pt. 22

White, ropy cum shot out of Mark's cock, splattering my forehead and cheek. The second blast landed across Monique's nose and lips, and a third blast fell on her round tits. A final squirt hit my other cheek. It dribbled warm across my face. I felt so naughty.

I looked down at Monique's tits and Mark's jizz. I groaned and bent down to lick up the line of salty cum. I loved cum. I had grown to enjoy it so much. I never would have done this for my asshole ex-boyfriend.

But I would gladly be Mark's slut.

My tongue dragged across Monique's silky, smooth orbs, following the line of cum right to her hard nipple. I sucked the nub into my mouth, savoring the cum and Monique's moans as she licked her lips.

"What do you think, Mare?" asked Mark. "Do you think Monique would make a great stewardess?"

I giggled as Monique lapped at the sticky cum on my forehead. "Hmm, she would look delicious as a sexy stewardess."

I pulled Monique's to me and kissed her hard. We snowballed Mark's salty cum back and forth. I loved it. Mark groaned as he watched us, stroking his cock, getting eager for another round of fun. I shuddered and broke the kiss, a thin strand of cum momentarily connected our lips before it snapped.

"You're going to be our stewardess, Monique," I said with a purr. "You'll buy yourself a naughty stewardess's outfit from a sex shop. The sluttier the better. Whenever we need to fly somewhere, we'll give you a call."

Monique giggled. "Absolutely, ma chérie."

"We fly out Friday from Thun Field in South Hill for the weekend. Be there by two PM," Mark added.

"I will," she purred. "It sounds like so much fun."

"How big is the bed?" I asked my fiance.

"Big enough," Mark answered with a grin, and helped the pair of us stand.

We clung to Mark as we walked through the plane. Monique's dress fell the rest of the way off of her, exposing the round curves of her ass and hips and a shaved cunt drenched with her fluids. I peeled out of her clothing before Monique and I attacked Mark.

We pushed him down on the bed and stripped off his clothing. He grinned the entire time as Monique and my hands roamed his body. He was getting so sexy now. I loved his body. He made me so wet. Monique and I worked down his body to his pants, pulling them down his legs.

Monique couldn't resist sucking on Mark's balls.

"Mmm, you are such a slut," I grinned.

Mark pulled up Monique and kissed her hard on the lips as he rolled her over onto her back. The pair's tongues swirled together. I smiled as Mark experienced his first real French kiss. It was such a sexy sight and made my pussy burn.

I crawled up the bed and pushed Mark off of Monique, breaking their kiss. I straddled her face and purred, "Time to make me cum, cutie."

Monique moaned, "Your clam looks so tasty."

I gasped in delight as Monique licked at my pussy. Her tongue dived in. She was no stranger to eating cunt. I writhed atop her as Mark picked up Monique's hips and lined up his dick with her wet cunt.

"I bought his plane and fucked his wife," grinned Mark. Then he buried his cock into Monique's cunt.

Monique moaned slow and languorous into my pussy as Mark fucked her. The bed rocked as I ground on Monique's mouth, savoring her tongue and her gasps of pleasure as Mark fucked her faster and faster. I watched his cock slam into her pussy, loving the way her lips were spread about his shaft.

My pussy clenched. My juices poured out into Monique's mouth as I ground on her. A shudder ran through my body. I licked my lips before letting out a sweet sigh as Monique's tongue probed deep into my pussy and stirred up my pleasure.

Mark fucked her faster. Her tits jiggled and bounced. I seized them and squeezed as I admired my fiance's cock disappearing and reappearing out of her cunt. "Bet your husband doesn't fuck you as hard?"

"No, not my husband," Monique admitted. "But a few of my lovers do."

"Oh, so you cheat on your husband," I panted, her tongue stirring through my pussy. "What a slutty wife we have here."

"I'm French. So of course I have other lovers," Monique purred into my snatch. "Julius is a fine provider, but he's old. And falls asleep so early."

"And are some of your lovers women?" I shuddered, my orgasm building. "Because you sure know what you're doing down there."

Monique gave a throaty laugh. "Yes. There is my sweet Lize."

"Is she gorgeous?" Mark groaned, his eyes fixed on my hands squeezing Monique's tits.

"To die for," panted Monique.

"Invite her to come along and play sexy stewardess," Mark ordered. "She'll be well compensated."

"Oh, but what would her poor husband think?" Monique asked wickedly.

"Tell him it's a girl's weekend," I gasped, my body trembling. "Just get her to show up."

"I will," Monique promised. "My little Lize does whatever I tell her. She's so bored. Her husband is always off working."

"Yes," I groaned as my orgasm burst through me.

* * *

Mark Glassner

Monique's cunt tightened on my cock as Mary came on her mouth. My fiancee shuddered and gasped, her freckled tits bouncing before me. They were such a delicious pair of tits. I couldn't resist leaning over and sucking her dusky nipple into my mouth.

"Oh, that's so nice," Mary gasped as she cradled my head to her breast. "Oh, yes. I'm going to cum again. Oh, Monique, drink all my juices."

"I love it. You taste so wonderful." Monique's pussy clenched on my cock again as she drank down Mary's juices.

"So good," shuddered Mary as she came again, her passionate moans echoing through the plane's cabin.

"Oh, yes, so delicious," Monique purred. "You could cum on my face all day long."

Mary rolled off Monique's face and stretched out on the bed, her body flushed. She smiled at me as I fucked Monique harder. My fiancee lightly rubbed at her nipples as she savored the sight. Her green eyes flashed wickedly.

"Fuck the slut, Mark. Make her cum. She deserves it for the skill of her tongue."

"Sure, Mare," I smiled. "She does have a tight cunt. Her husband must be small."

"Julius is so small," Monique panted. "Please, keep fucking me. I want to cum."

I lifted Monique's legs up over my shoulders, pressing her thighs together. Her pussy grew tighter on my cock. The pressure was wonderful on my shaft. I slammed into her silky depths, her warm flesh caressing my cock and bringing me closer and closer to flooding the cheating wife's cunt.

Mary leaned over and sucked Monique's dark nipple into her mouth. The married slut gasped and shuddered. Her body undulated. Her pussy grew tighter and wetter. She bucked into my thrusts and squeezed her eyes shut.

Her pussy spasmed about my dick.

"Oh, Mark, you're fucking me so good!" she moaned. "Mmm, you are stirring up my dough with your big spoon! Oh, yes! Jouir de! Jouir de!"

I loved her cunt milking my cock. Her married cunt hungered for my cum. I fucked her harder, my balls smacking into her. The pressure built inside of me, eager to explode out of me and flood her insides with blast after blast of my cum.

I slammed into her. "Take it, whore," I grunted. "Take my cum into your married cunt."

"Yes, yes," she shuddered as I erupted into her.

The pleasure shot through my body. I groaned. In the background, my phone rang. I shuddered, my pleasure reaching its peak. My cum spurted out of my dick. I reached a moment of perfect bliss, groaning through clenched teeth, and then it passed.

My phone rang.

"Fuck," I panted and pulled my cock out of Monique so I could answer my phone.

My cum oozed out of Monique's married cunt. Mary moaned and spread Monique's thighs. My fiancee dived in and devoured the creampie I made while I walked over to my pants and fished out my phone.

"Mmm, you are one fantastic lover," Monique purred. "And taking me with my husband's knowledge." She shuddered in delight. "Such wicked people."

I pulled out my phone out of my jeans. I didn't recognize the number. I swiped my phone. "Hello?"

* * *

Agent Noel Heinrich -- Tacoma, WA

It was pure luck that I was away from my desk at the FBI field office in Tacoma when the agents came to arrest me. I had to use the bathroom. I had just finished washing my hands and had stepped out of the restroom when I spotted the three agents marching through the cubicles.

They walked with purpose. In a flash, their purpose crystallized in my mind. The FBI was moving on me. They had proof I worked for Master. My stomach clenched. A moment of panic flooded through me, urging me to dart for the nearby stairs.

I ignored that impulse. The agents would see me and catch me. I had to warn Master before I was detained.

I ducked back into the restroom and headed for the last stall. It wouldn't take them long to find me when they discovered my desk empty. I slipped into the cubicle and pulled out my phone. With my other hand, I shoved my Nextel into the toilet bowl. It splashed into the water. Hopefully, they wouldn't find that and learn Master had his own communication network.

I found Master's cell phone number and hit call. The phone rang.

The bathroom door opened. Loafers squeaked as they crossed the room. I didn't have much time. I put my foot against the stall door, bracing it as the agent worked his way down the bathroom. The phone kept ringing.

"Please, Master, pick up," I whispered.

The agent tried my door. It was locked. "Who's in there?" he demanded, rattling the door. "Noel Heinrich?"

"Hello," Master asked. "Who's this?"

"It's Noel, Master," I blurted out.

The agent shouldered into the door. It was cheaply made and wouldn't hold long, even with my foot bracing against it. "She's in the bathroom," he called as he slammed his shoulder into the door again. I kept pressing against the door with my foot.

"I'm about to be detained by the FBI. They know, sir. I'm very sorry."

"Noel," Master snarled.

"Come out Agent Heinrich," the FBI agent grunted. "We need to talk to you."

"Don't worry," Master ordered.

The door crashed open. I gasped as the large man pointed a gun at me. I held my hands up, missing Master's last words. He pulled the phone from me and swiped it off before putting it in his pocket. "Who were you talking to?"

I didn't answer. I gave him a harsh stare. I was Master's slut. I would not tell the FBI anything. But I wasn't worried about being caught. Master had reassured me. My fear vanished as I was seized.

Chapter Seven

Even those in power realized the majesty of the Living Gods and were eager to show their obeisance.

--The Gospel of April 25:21

Mark Glassner -- Gig Harbor, WA

"Mare, we need to go," I told her as I hung up the phone, my heart throbbing.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked, sitting up, cum staining her lips.

"Noel's in trouble."

Her eyes widened. "Let's go."

We threw on our clothes, and rushed out of the plane. My heart thudded in my chest. They wouldn't hurt her, right? No. They would treat her like any other suspect and just question her. If I hadn't been so busy, I should have just taken care of the FBI, but it was a hassle to go down there and put them under my control.

Maybe I should stop being lazy.

Mary and I had enemies. It was best to make as many allies as possible. We already had other law enforcement agencies under our control.

We trooped down the walkway where Julius waited. The back of his golf cart had several duffel bags stuffed with cash in them. The man had papers in his hand. 15 and 16 waited nearby. They had moved my Mustang and their patrol car to the hanger while we were fucking.

"My wife was satisfying, yes?" Julius asked.

"Very satisfying," I told him. "We offered her a job, part time, as a stewardess. She's very excited about it. You should be happy for her."

"It is good that she stays busy," Julius nodded. "My work often keeps me away. Luckily, she has Lize to keep her company."

It was hard keeping a straight face. I knew just how Lize was keeping his wife company.

"Well, here are the papers to sign." Julius handed them to me. I wanted to rush to the FBI, but this would make everything legal. Noel would be find for a few minutes.

I signed several times, not bothering to read the terms of the contract. I knew Julius wouldn't try to screw me over. I hadn't told him to.

"What are you going to do with the money?" Mary asked as I signed.

"Down payment on my new Gulfstream V," Julius said with a smile.

"Well, we have this delightful charity," Mary said. "And it would mean a lot to us if you could give a generous donation. It's tax deductible, of course, once we get our IRS approval."

"Oh, really?" Julius asked. "I always have considered myself a generous man."

"It's to help poor young women get access to free reproductive medicine," Mary explained. "We've partnered with a delightful young doctor and a sizable donation could go a long way. Say, half of what we paid you."

I tried not to laugh as my fiancee got half our money back by having Julius funnel it into our charity. Smiling, I signed the last line.

"I would be honored, miss," Julius smiled. Julius kissed Mary on the cheek and then shook my hand.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Julius," I said. Well, a pleasure fucking your wife, anyways.

"Yes," I said, trying to keep a straight face.

* * *

Lilith -- The Abyss

"I think we should abort the child," the slut Willow told Dr. Yorrik. He was Chief of Medicine at Good Samaritan hospital where Karen had been brought.

I watched the pair from the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, my stomach twisting with worry. I had not anticipated this event. If they terminated my vessel growing in Karen's womb, I would be trapped forever in the Abyss. I couldn't let that happened.

"The mother's life is in danger," Willow continued.

"This is such an unusual case, Dr. WolfTail." Dr. Yorrik muttered. "How can the embryo be growing this fast? Has it really had a days growth in just a few hours?"

Willow nodded but didn't question it. The slut had spent enough time around Mark and Mary not to be surprised by supernatural occurrences. "Yes, Dr. Yorrik, I measured three times, you know how accurate a transvaginal ultrasound is at dating conception."

"Well we need the patient's consent or her next of kin," Dr. Yorrik pointed out.

I had to stop this. They would not kill my vessel. Karen wouldn't die, no matter how much strain the vessel put on her body. I needed the child growing rapidly inside Karen to escape the Abyss. I was too close to let anything stop me.

* * *

Dr. Willow WolfTail -- Puyallup, WA

"I know who to call," I said. Her Master's consent would be good enough. And either way, Master and Mistress would need to know Karen's situation.

As I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone and call Master, lust burned through my body. I groaned as Dr. Yorrik gasped and his face turned pale. He stepped back, his eyes wide as he pointed over my shoulder.

My nipples hardened and my pussy soaked my panties. I knew this presence. I groaned as I turned to face Lilith dressed in her tight, transparent red dress, her lush body easily visible. Her silvery hair fell in a mussed mess about her shoulders.

How was she here? Mistress had made her final boon and severed ties with the demon.

Another wave of lust washed through me. My pussy burned. I needed to be fucked. I glanced at Dr. Yorrik. He looked pretty good for a man in his mid-fifties. Distinguished. And older man were supposed to be patient, skillful lovers. I bet he could bend me right over Karen and thrust his cock into my pussy and...I had to concentrate. The lust was Lilith's doing.

I needed to keep it together.

"How are you here, Lilith?" I gasped, my voice strained with lust. My cunt clenched and another flood of my juices soaked my panties. I squirmed my thighs together, trying to relieve that itch on my nub. "You should be in Hell."

Lilith flickered, vanishing and reappearing a few inches to the left. A frown creased Lilith's beautiful face.

"Willow, pass this message to your...Master," Lilith sneered, "and that slattern, Mary. Karen's life is tied to the child growing within her. Abort the child, and Karen dies."

She flickered a second time, reappearing a foot to the right, half inside a cabinet. A look of concentration appeared on Lilith's face and then she vanished out of existence. The overwhelming lust left my body. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my beating heart. I glanced at Dr. Yorrik who adjusted his pants, a pink flush suffusing his cheeks and neck.

I couldn't believe I even thought about fucking the wrinkled, old man. It was wonderful to think straight again.

"Wh-what was that?" he asked.

"An impossibility," I muttered, my hand clenching down on my phone.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- Tacoma, WA

I pulled my Mustang up in front of the Federal Courthouse in downtown Tacoma. We had made good time from Gig Harbor with 15 and 16 escorting us with their sirens. I left my car parked on the curb, ignoring the no parking signs, and climbed out.

The FBI field office, really a satellite office, was located in the basement of the Federal Courthouse, a gorgeous brick structure with a copper dome on Pacific Avenue. It used to be Union Station, the main station of Tacoma back in the heyday of train travel. But it fell into decline when Amtrak built a new station on Puyallup Avenue. Now the Federal Government leased the train station and turned it into the Courthouse.

I strode to the door, Mary at my side, our bodyguards racing ahead. 15 reached the door and yanked it open while 16 strolled through, her gun on her hip. The security guard manning the metal detector cursed and reached for his gun.

"Stop!" I snarled. "We're allowed to be here."

The man froze and almost fell over, none of his muscles moving.

"After we're gone, you can move again."

The metal detectors beeped when our bodyguards went through them. People gasped when they saw us, backing away, realizing Mark Glassner had arrived. With my photo on every newscast these days, people recognized me.

"Don't panic," I snapped. "I'm allowed to be here. Go about your normal day."

"And remember, you believe Mark Glassner is a great man. The man who will change the world," Mary added.

The elevators opened and we stepped inside. "What was that?"

"Seeds for the future," Mary smiled. "When you start running for public office, people will be clamoring for you."

I laughed. "Smart."

The elevator took us down to the basement. A junior FBI agent manned the desk. He gaped when he saw us. I stared at him and barked, "Take me to where Noel is being held."

"Yes, sir," he answered, hopping to his feet. He led us back through the cramped, musty basement to a hallway and a series of doors labeled, "Interrogation."

I threw open the door and found Noel sitting before a metal table while a woman in a burnt-orange pantsuit was badgering her with questions. The woman turned, her prune-face pinched in a frown as she eyed us. Then her eyes widened.

"How the fuck did you get in here, Mr. Glassner?" she asked, rising to her feet, her hand straying to her gun.

"Don't touch your gun," I ordered. "Who are you and why have you detained Agent Heinrich?"

"I am Special Agent Hatheway, OPR" she answered, "and Agent Heinrich is being investigated for corruption and obstruction of justice."

Two more men walked into the room: a tall, skinny guy in his early forties and a short, round man, badly balding with only a ring of gray hair left. He looked like a short, fat Captain Picard. "What is the meaning of this?" the short, round man barked. "Why is he in here?"

"Calm down," I ordered. "Who are you two?"

"I am SAC Kemp and this is my ASAC, Agent Donavan," the short man answered.