The Devil's Pact Pt. 24

"Now worship me!"

"How?" Starlight moaned as she came on my face, flooding my lips with her tart honey.

"With your bodies!" Lilith pronounced. "Love each other and delight in each other's flesh!"

I rose up from between Starlight's thighs. Mona watched, cum staining her lips. I grabbed Mona, pulled her to me, and kissed her soft lips. I tasted the salty flavor of my wife's seed as I pressed her down to the ground. Our legs spread. Our cunts met in a hot kiss. I let myself become lost to the lust billowing from Lilith.

Beside me, Chantelle mounted Starlight and fucked the green-haired girl's cunt. Chantelle reached out her hand and grabbed mine. I clutched her hand as we fucked our women together and worshiped our goddess.

Together, we would help Lilith make the world a far better place.

* * *

Friday, June 21st, 2013 -- Lilith

Midnight came and went as my followers worshiped me with sex. I flickered about the clearing, drinking in the power of their lust. It filled the air with an electric charge helping to tie me to the mortal world. Since that slattern, Mary, used her last boon, the only thing that tied me here was my vessel growing in Karen's womb.

Without that tiny vessel, I would be once more chained to the abyss. But thanks to Lucifer's mistake, Mary had summoned me and used me to break the power of a Priestess--Karen. Only in the womb of a disgraced Priestess could my new body be grown.

I smiled, remembering how easy it had been to get Mark to agree to let me fuck Karen.

I flickered, appearing across the clearing.

The unstable manifestation frustrated me. I hated being unable to control where I appeared. I was amazed I held my manifestation above the fire as long as I had. It took incredible concentration to keep it up. But watching my worshipers orgy distracted me, and now I could barely stay in the same spot for a minute.

So I kept a mysterious smile on my face and let the foolish mortals think I was doing it on purpose.

I appeared before mother and daughter, savoring their taboo incest as they devoured each other's cunt. Their tongues lapping through nearly identical pussies. They moaned and gasped as they shared their forbidden lust with me.

Flicker.

I appeared before Chantelle as she fucked Starlight. Chantelle's girl-cock slammed in and out of Starlight's shaved cunt. The green-haired woman gasped and writhed beneath Chantelle, eager to be filled with a woman's seed.

Flicker.

A blonde woman and an Asian woman scissored and ground their cunts together.

Flicker.

Lana devoured a redhead's pussy.

Flicker.

The flickering didn't matter. In one month I would be reborn. Until then, each of these women would find others to worship me. Slowly, my power would grow and grow until I was once again worshiped by the masses. I gazed to the northwest towards the city of Seattle. There I would build my new seat, among the seven hills of Seattle.

Like at Babylon of old.

Chapter Two

Even though the Tyrants' threat was nascent, two were chosen to safeguard the last hope for the world and gather the 144 in the wilderness. Doug and Tina Allard were entrusted with the future, charged to wait for the coming of the Prophetess. Forty years they waited for Saint Chastity's appearance.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Tina Allard -- SeaTac, WA

I parked my car in the long-term garage at SeaTac International Airport. As I put it into drive, I wondered what would happen to my Audi. I knew I would never return for it. How long would it stay here before it was towed away? Months? Years?

I took a deep breath. Everything was different. I had been reborn. When I looked at my face in the rearview mirror, I hardly recognized the girl who looked back. The years had melted off my body. I was eighteen again. It wasn't the eighteen-year-old body I remembered. I was thinner and I had no acne pimpling my face. I had perfect skin. No blemishes marred me.

The Gift of the Spirit had delivered a youthful body.

I hadn't realized how many minor aches I had been living with as I grew older and dumpier. But they were all gone. I was glad I accepted the Gift. When Sister Catherine Sarah, a nun of the Order of Mary Magdalene, appeared on my doorstep in the early hours of the morning, she had explained it all to me and I agreed in a heartbeat to stand against the great darkness that threatened to swallow the earth.

Mark Glassner was the source. The instrument of the Adversary.

But there was hope. Doug and I would guard it. My husband had been enslaved by Mark Glassner, but the nuns had freed him. I would be reunited with him and together we would protect the hope of the world.

The task daunted me. It scared me, but I had accepted it when I made love to Sister Catherine Sarah.

Making love to the nun had almost been a dream. It hadn't felt like cheating on my husband as we writhed together. It was something purer--love distilled to the most physical. When we brought each other to our climaxes, Sister Catherine Sarah gave me her golden Gift.

And she stopped being a nun.

I climbed out of my car. Sister Catherine Sarah's words echoed in my mind. Just trust Providence to guide you. Coincidence and chance will work in your favor. Go to the airport and you will find a computer error has generated you a plane ticket that will take you exactly where you need to be.

Providence. I had let my faith wane over the years. My husband had lost it entirely, and he wore mine away with his doubts. But it had flared back to life. The Creator had chosen us for this important task.

We would not fail.

I stepped out of my door and locked it. Not that it mattered. My old life was over. It was time to start my new one. I grabbed my carry-on bag. It was filled with all of Doug's research on Mark Glassner and Mary Sullivan. I had saved all I could, along with a laptop to hold it. The information may be useful one day, an untainted record of what had happened.

With a deep breath, I walked through the parking garage. The sun had yet to rise. It was too early, but the first travelers already filtered into the airport. At the first ticket counter, a tired, young woman yawned with a hand over her mouth.

"Excuse me," she said. "Not used to mornings, yet."

"It's okay," I said and pulled out her ID. "I'm checking in."

"Hold on." The woman typed on her keyboard. "Yes, here you are. Tina Allard with a one-way ticket to Toulouse-Blagnac International Airport in France."

"That's correct," I smiled. Doug had left for France a few days ago. Sister Catherine Sarah was correct. Providence would guide us.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

The shower's arm water washed away the sweat from the morning jog. The jogging sluts were disappointed that there was no club meeting tomorrow, but Mary and I were flying out to New York City for the weekend after my dad's funeral today.

So Mary and I made sure we fucked all our jogging sluts.

Mary's hands soaped my back as I leaned against the wall. Her touch eased the tension from my body. Her fingers were soft, loving. Our showers together after jogging were becoming my favorite part of the day.

Just Mary and myself.

Last night, after recruiting our pilots, the media waited for us before the entrance of our street. They had gotten word about the banks I robbed on Wednesday. Mary and I gave another interview, lying that we were innocent. Mary skillfully turned the interview back to our charity. Debra from Q13 Fox was back, her mouth hungry to suck my cock again.

It was the best part of the interview.

Mary's soapy hands reached down, massaging my ass, as a throaty purr came from her lips. "Have I told you how great your butt's looking, Mark?" Mary asked. "Mmm, it's so firm and tight now."

"Well, I'm glad all the jogging is paying off," I answered.

Mary laughed. "I know the real reason you go jogging. You love watching your sluts' gorgeous asses sway before you, horny stallion."

"You were staring just as hard as I was, naughty filly," I grinned.

"I was," she sighed, her fingers digging into my butt. Her hard nipples brushed my back. "Such juicy asses."

I turned to face her, my hard dick brushing her stomach. Mary's smile dominated her heart-shaped face, cute dimples appearing on her freckled cheeks. Her green eyes twinkled mischievously. She was such a naughty, wonderful woman.

"Fucking the sluts are just the bonus," I grinned, pulling Mary to me. Her wet breasts rubbed against my chest as I captured her lips in a kiss.

I slid my hands down and squeezed her plump ass. I loved her butt. I gripped both her cheeks, pulling her tight against me, her wet body grinding on my cock. I broke the kiss and asked, "Have I ever told you how great your butt looks?"

"Really?" Mary asked, turning around and wiggling her butt at me, the tip of my dick brushing her smooth cheeks. "You don't think I could stand to lose a few pounds off my ass?"

"No, Mare," I said, staring at her beautiful ass. "I love your ass just the way it is."

"Mmm, I can feel that," Mary purred, pushing her ass back into my cock. She rubbed her soapy asscheeks against my cock.

I grabbed my cock and slid the head through her butt-crack. I savored her pale cheeks engulfing my cock. Pleasure trembled up my shaft as I caressed her silky flesh. I slid lower, tracing down her taint until my dick pressed against her wet, hungry pussy.

"Your ass makes me so hard, Mare," I groaned, stroking my dick through the hot folds of her pussy.

"Mmm, I do love inspiring you."

My cock nudged the opening to her cunt and Mary moaned. "Everything about you inspires me."

"Especially my hot cunt?" She flashed as smile over her shoulder as she pushed back, the tip of my dick sliding into her sheath.

"Yes," I groaned. "I love being inside my sweet filly."

Mary clenched down as I buried into her depths. I held her and savored the tight, wet grip of her silky walls while her soft ass pillowed against my groin. It was heaven. The hot water sprayed around us as she shifted and shuddered in my arms, her pussy massaging my dick without me even having to fuck her.

I could stay like this forever.

"Mmm, that's nice," Mary sighed as I kissed her neck.

"It is," I said, trying to stay still, but her juicy cunt felt too good. I had to move. I had to slide my dick through her wet sheathe until we both erupted in bliss.

My hips moved, sliding my dick in and out of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed, rubbing her wet back against my chest. My strokes were slow thrusts, savoring the heat of her body, letting our excitement build. Moans escaped her lips, soft sighs that shuddered over the hiss of the shower.

Her hips moved, undulating and pressing back against me. Her pussy tightened and relaxed on my shaft. My hands roamed her body, sliding down her wet thighs then back up to caress her flat stomach. She clenched on my dick as my hands found her perky breasts. I pinched her nipples as I kissed her neck.

"Mark," she sighed, moving with me.

I rolled both her nipples before sending my hands down to caress her stomach. I loved the silk of her wet skin. I brushed the fiery heart of her pubic hair matted by the falling water. I played with her curls as my strokes grew faster, our wet flesh slapping together.

Mary ground harder against me. Her head twisted. I kissed her over her shoulder. My fingers dipped lower, sliding through her pubic hair until I found her hard clit. She shuddered and moaned into our kiss as I played with her nub.

Her pussy grew hotter.

I groaned into our kiss, thrusting into her. The friction of her cunt caressed the head of my dick. The pleasure washed through me and boiled my balls. I pumped faster and faster as the pleasure built, savoring every inch of her hot depths.

My fingers rubbed faster on her throbbing clit. Mary broke the kiss and let out a long, slow moan as her pussy clenched hard on my cock. My other hand found her breasts and pinched her nipples, giving her more and more pleasure.

"Mark," she panted, leaning out and bracing her arms against the wall. She pressed her ass back harder, our flesh slapping together. "Fuck me. Make me cum."

I drew back and slammed into her. Water poured down her back to our crotch. I gripped her hips as I pounded her. My balls slapped into her clit. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my dick as she watched me over her shoulder.

"You feel so amazing," I moaned as I plunged over and over into her velvety tunnel. "Are you close?"

"Oh, yes, Mark!" Mary gasped. "Mmm, I'm getting closer. Oh, yes, just keep sliding in and out of me, hun. I'm going to explode all over my horny stallion."

I nibbled on her ears as I fucked her hard. I enjoyed her gasps and moans as much as I savored her tight pussy. My hands slid up from her waist to grasp both her breasts again. I squeezed perky flesh, the palms of my hands rubbing over her hard nubs. I pinched both of her nipples and Mary cooed in pleasure.

"Mark," she groaned, her cunt squeezing down on my cock. "Yes, yes, Mark. I almost there. Fuck me harder."

"Naughty filly," I grunted.

The water splashing on my back grew cooler and cooler as the hot water ran out, but I didn't care. I was too close to cumming in my filly. I grit my teeth, wanting to last long enough for Mary to cum. I held back my release.

It was such sweet torture. Her pussy begged me to unload and flood her cunt with blast after blast of my jizz.

"Yes, yes!" moaned Mary. "Oh, Mark, that's it! Mmm, yes, you're driving me crazy! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!"

Mary's cunt contracted on my cock. Her body bucked in my embrace. Her wet hair brushed my cheeks as I slammed into her depths. I didn't fight the pleasure bursting in my balls. I let it explode out of me. My cum filled her cunt as I held her. The blasts burned against my mind. They drowned me in bliss.

I savored it as the pleasure crashed through me.

"Mary," I grunted as I drew back and drove a final time into her sweet embrace. "My sweet filly."

"Yes," she panted as I slumped into her. I held her tight as I sucked in deep breaths.

I wanted to cuddle with Mary, but the water spraying on my back turned icy. With regret, I pulled out my dick from Mary's cunt and reached behind me to turn off the shower faucet before my teeth chattered.

"Mmm, that worked up an appetite," I said, smacking Mary's ass as I stepped out.

"You are such a man," she laughed. "You cum, then you want to eat."

"I need to fulfill my needs." I grabbed a towel and held it wide open for her. "Let me dry you so we can eat."

* * *

Mary Sullivan

Mark and I headed naked downstairs. Breakfast was ready. Desiree had whipped up delicious, spicy omelets for us. They steamed as they set on our plates. Mark's cum dribbled out of my pussy as I sat down next to him.

"Mmm, this smells delicious," I purred. "You pamper us, Desiree."

"I love to, mi Reina," the busty Latina said, wearing only an apron that barely covered her large, golden-brown tits.

"I made you a special treat," Mark said to Desiree. "Crawl under the table and eat the creampie I whipped up in Mary's cunt."

"Mi Rey, you spoil me," Desiree sighed as she reached behind her to untie her apron strings.

"Yes, he does," I grinned at Mark and spread my legs. "Violet, Mark needs your hot, little mouth on his dick."

Violet beamed, her brown pigtails swaying about her excited face. "Then I'll stuck him right away, Mistress."

The two sluts crawled beneath the table. Mark groaned beside me as Violet sucked his dick noisily. The barely legal slut moaned and slurped as she bobbed her head on his dick. Mark smiled at me and took a big bite of his omelet.

"Mmm, that looks delicious, mi Rey," Desiree purred as her hands touched my thighs. "Thank you for this wonderful treat."

"You've more than earned it," Mark said.

Desiree's lips kissed down my thighs. Took a bite of my omelet, savoring the spicy treat as the slut's lips licked up my pussy. I moaned as I chewed then shuddered as the slut worked her tongue between the folds of my pussy.

"That's it," I groaned. "Eat your breakfast, slut. Lick it all out of me."

Desiree moaned into my pussy, her words muffled as she kept licking and sucking me. I took another bite as the pleasure built between my thighs. I glanced at Mark. He leaned back, savoring Violet's blowjob.

The slut explored my pussy as I ate. I devoured the omelet, wanting to finish before my orgasms began. Desiree knew how to eat cunt. Her tongue caressed all the delightful spots as she searched for every drop of my fiance's cum. Her lips pressed into my pussy as she searched for Mark's jizz.

The pleasure rippled through me.

"You wonderful slut," I panted, my chair creaking. I took the last bite of my omelet. "Keep eating my pussy, slut. Make me explode."

"Yes," growled Mark. He had a hand beneath the table. "Suck my dick. I'm going to cum so hard down your mouth."

"Yes, yes," I panted. "Flood the slut's mouth."

"Do it, Master," the nerdy April smiled. She sat naked at the table, her glasses perched on her nose as she typed at a laptop.

"What are you writing, April?" I asked.

"The slut's have been telling me all about the fun they've had with you," April smiled. "I wish I was there for all of it, but I'm just so happy I'm with you now. Thank you, Mistress."

"You're welcome," I groaned, my chair creaking. "Desiree, yes, just like that. Oh, I'm going to cream your face."

"Fuck," Mark groaned. "That's it. Drink my cum."

My fiance's face twisted as he came into Violet's mouth. He bucked and groaned through clenched teeth. His body tensed, pumping squirt after squirt of hiss jizz into Violet, and then he relaxed, a huge smile on his lips.

"You wonderful slut," he groaned.

Violet emerged from beneath the table, her lips shiny with cum. She sat beside April, seized her face, and pulled the nerdy slut in for a kiss. April gasped and then sighed as their tongues dueled, sharing Mark's jizz.

"Oh, that's hot," I groaned, my pussy clenching. I bucked hard against Desiree's mouth. "Yes, yes, yes."

My orgasm burst through me. I shuddered as the delicious waves of bliss washed through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as the pleasure crested and crashed through me. I squirmed and moaned, my thighs gripping Desiree's face.

And she kept licking me.

I loved being a woman. It was so wonderful to cum over and over again. Mark knew the joy thanks to his wish, but any woman could experience the delight of multiple orgasms. They just needed a skilled lover licking and tonguing their pussies.

Desiree was that skilled lover.

And a slut that skilled deserved a juicy reward.

I licked my lips as I writhed in bliss, then slipped off the chair to the floor. I lay on my back and licked my lips. The Latina slut beamed, her mouth and chin smeared with my cream. She eagerly turned around and straddled my face, lowering her shaved, spicy pussy to my mouth. I licked through her hot folds.

"Thank you, mi Reina," purred Desiree as I licked again.

"You earned it for making me cum so hard," I answered, my fingers gripping her perfect ass. "Now lick, Slut."

"Yes, mi Reina. I love devouring your clam."

"You're a slut," laughed Mark. "April, get that cute ass over here. Bend over the table. I want to fuck it."

"Yes, Master," April said happily.

I shuddered on Desiree's tongue as the slut gasped in delight. Mark's flesh slapped into April's ass while the dining room table shook from his strokes. I humped my hips into Desiree's licking mouth as I devoured her.

April's gasps added a sweet background to the pleasure Desiree and I shared. Our tongues flicked and devoured, surging through each other's folds, eager to give the other as much pleasure as humanly possible. We were driven to lick and suck, to drive each other wild with bliss. My tongue dived deep through her folds, gathering her spicy, tangy musk. I loved how it coated my tongue and lips.