The Devil's Pact Pt. 31

"You beautiful sluts!" Mistress moaned. "Yes, yes! You're making me feel so happy! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

Mistress shuddered behind Desiree. She was so beautiful as she came. I released her nipple, staring into Mistress's face, loving the delight. She thrust her dildo deep into Desiree's pussy, her fingers dug into my bride-to-be's hips.

"Was that wonderful, Mistress?"

"Yes," she answered, a happy smile on her face. "Oh, that was wonderful, Desiree. You pleased me."

"And you blessed me, mi Reina," Desiree said, lifting her head, her face flushed from her pleasure. She shivered as Mistress pulled her dildo out of my bride's cunt.

"My naughty filly," Master said as he wrapped his arms around Mistress and kissed her on the lips.

I smiled. They loved each other so much, and it was always beautiful to watch them together. Desiree grasped my hands, kissed my knuckles. I turned to her and smiled. I hoped I loved Desiree as much as Mistress loved Master.

As I stared into Desiree's eyes, I knew I did. I knew my subconscious was wrong to object to our union. I had nothing to be afraid of. Desiree loved me. I loved her. And we would serve Master and Mistress for ever and ever.

Smiling, my bride and I turned back to face Daisy. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire, and her cheeks were rosy-red. She mouthed, "That was hot."

I nodded vigorously.

"Ready?" she whispered.

I glanced at Desiree and nodded again.

"With the brides blessed," Daisy said loudly to the congregation, "it is time for these two to be united in blessed matrimony." Her eyes turned to me, Master's cum trickling out of my cunt. "Do you, Alison Hertz, take Desiree de la Fuente to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I happily vowed, my eyes misting with tears as I stared into Desiree's beautiful, brown depths. Tears glistened on her dark eyelashes. Desiree gently slid the gold wedding band down my finger, pushing it next to my engagement ring.

Xiu slipped me Desiree's wedding band.

Daisy continued, "Do you, Desiree de la Fuente, take Alison Hertz to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?

"I do!" Desiree proclaimed confidently.

Hand shaking, I brought the ring to her finger. I slipped it on slowly, my pussy clenching in excitement as the ring sealed us.

"Then by the powers invested in me by our Living Gods and the State of Washington, I pronounce you slut-wives! You may now kiss each other."

A wonderful surge of emotions, so many it was hard to tell what they all were. A mix of elation, joy, happiness, awe, and delight all lifted through me as Desiree cupped my face and lowered her lips to mine.

My bride kissed me.

Her lips felt wonderful, soft and wet, and her tongue was gentle as it slipped into my mouth. She tasted sweet. I caressed her silky cheek. Our passion grew as we kissed, the blood pounding through my body, drowning out the cheering congregation. Her leg slipped between my thighs. I shuddered as it rubbed against my dripping pussy.

Burning with passion, I pushed my leg between my wife's thighs and delighted in the wet warmth of her pussy pressing on me. We rubbed against each other as we kissed, humping, grinding, sliding our aching clits on each other's flesh. Our kiss deepened, tongue caressing as we celebrated our union.

She was my wife. Mine.

Tears burned in my eyes as my hand slipped down to her breast, squeezing her soft, firm tit. Then pinching her nipple between my fingers, rolling it, loving how it felt. Desiree groaned into the kiss, humping her pussy harder against my thigh.

Desiree's hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me tight into her lips. Her other hand slipped down my back and squeezed my ass. I rubbed my cunt harder on her thigh, my clit delightfully caressing her silken skin, pleasure sparking through me.

Her tongue withdrew from my mouth. I pursued her with my pierced tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet.

Her hips rotated, rubbing her sticky juices all over my thigh as we humped together. Her clit pressed hard against my flesh, and I knew Desiree was experiencing as much pleasure as I felt. I flexed my ass, sliding my pussy up and down on her silky leg faster and faster. Then I felt something brush my asshole.

My naughty, delightful, wonderful bride.

Her finger circled my asshole, teasing my puckered opening. Then she pushed her digit inside my bowels. I groaned into my wife's lips, the intrusion driving my hips to fuck my pussy harder against her thigh. I had to return the favor.

I kneaded her tit with one hand. I took my other and found her ample, Latina ass. I gave her plump cheeks a squeeze before I dove into her crack and found her velvety asshole. My finger jammed past her clenching ring and was engulfed by her tight ass.

She moaned into my kiss as my finger pumped in and out of her bowels, matching the plunge of her finger in mine. Such wonderful, delightful, burning pleasure surged through me as I kissed my bride so hard.

Then I slipped a second finger into her asshole.

"Mi Sirenita," she moaned, breaking our kiss for a moment, her ass clenching on my fingers.

Her pussy ground so hard on my thigh with two fingers reaming her tight ass. But she couldn't be outdone. I gasped as a second digit pressed into my bowels, increasing the burning friction flooding to my pussy. We both groaned into our kiss, pumping our fingers rapidly in each other's asses, building the pleasure in our pussies.

I burned. My pussy clenched as my clit and labia rubbed on her silky thighs.

"Oh, Desiree," I moaned, my head snapping back. "So good. I'm going to cum on your thigh. My sexy bride."

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. Her neck arched, her breasts pressing into my tits. "I want that. Cum for me, mi Sirenita."

Her bowels clenched hard on my fingers as I pumped them rapidly in and out of her asshole. More and more of her juices coated my thighs as the pleasure between the pair of us swelled. We both groaned, trembling, driving each other closer and closer to erupting, to shuddering and coming hard on each other's thighs.

My clit throbbed every time I humped my hips, sliding it against her silky thigh. The pleasure tingled my nub. It made me groan, my head swaying as the pleasure swelled through me. I groaned, eyes fluttering as the delight built in me.

"Desiree," I moaned, my asshole burning with friction. "I... I..."

"Yes, yes, cum, my new bride!"

"Desiree!"

My bowels spasmed on her finger. My pussy clenched and then the juices gushed out of my cunt, splattering her thighs. I writhed against her as the pleasure washed through her, cumming with my bride for the first time. My new wife.

The woman I loved.

"Mi Sirenita," she moaned, joining me a moment later, her voice singing out, so beautiful, so perfect. She was wonderful

Her hot juices splashed on my thigh. They dribbled down my leg to my knees as we both shuddered and writhed, holding each other as our pleasure peaked. We moaned, nuzzling our cheeks together, holding each other.

My bride. My wife. How wonderful.

"I love you," I whispered into her ear.

And then I heard the cheering and clapping. Everyone had been watching us. That sent another hot flutter through me, a mini-orgasm rippling through my depths as I looked at all the people celebrating our union. Dad sat in the front row. He smiled at me, pride shining in his eyes. A delighted thrill spread through my body.

I turned back to my wife, and her face was flushed, a happy smile gracing her lips. "I love you," I told her again. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Every time I said it, my happiness blossomed larger.

Her finger was tender as she stroked my cheek. "I love mi Sirenita, my slut-wife, forever."

I smiled and kissed my wife again. Joy suffused every fiber of my being. Forever with my slut-wife serving our Master and Mistress. What more could a slut want?

* * *

Monday, July 15th - Jessica St. Pierre

"The plane's waiting at Thun Field to take you to the backup site," I told the Blackwood family.

"Yes," Cassie, the eighteen-year-old daughter, beamed as she bounced before her mother and father. The girl's honey-brown hair, held back in a ponytail, bounced and jiggled. "We'll take care of it for Them."

Cassie and her equally beautiful mother, Belinda, had been members of Master's naked jogging club. From what I gathered, when Master wasn't around, Belinda and her daughter were sluts to Oscar, the husband and father of the family. And it was clear he enjoyed having his wife and daughter serve him. He had readily agreed to serve Master and Mistress, even when it meant he had to take a lick of Sandy's cum-filled pussy to be bound to Master with the Zimmah spell. Like me and the other sluts, no nun or any other person could mentally dominate the trio and turn them against Master.

The gathered SWAT officers, survivors of the nun's attack on us, waited with their families by the cars. They had accepted Master's offer of serving him in exchange to have their families back and freedom from jail, and were now bound, too.

It really wasn't their fault they had tried to kill us all. The nuns had controlled them.

"Here is the information," I told the Blackwoods, handing an envelop to Oscar. "There is ten thousand in cash, the documents, power of attorneys that sign over control of the property to you in name of our Masters, and bank accounts for your pay and for any other resources you may need to acquire."

"Thanks," Oscar said. "Well make sure it's ready."

I smiled at them. "I hope it won't be too boring out there."

"I'm sure we'll find ways to stay entertained," laughed Cassie, pressing against her dad. "Maybe a few children. I'll be ovulating soon."

Oscar glanced at his daughter, and the pleased smile on his lips made me so wet. I had truly been warped by my time as a slut because that sounded so hot. I wanted to see Cassie swollen and pregnant with her dad's child.

"Plane is waiting," I said, my pussy hot. "Our Masters wish you well."

They said their farewell and headed to the vehicles, four of the bodyguard providing police escort out to Thun Field for them. I turned, squirming, my pussy on fire. I needed to find a slut as fast as possible.

I needed to cum. I wish my dad was alive; then he could breed me. Maybe I should pretend Master was my daddy. My pussy clenched even harder. I wish Master was here, but he was off giving speeches for his political campaign. And I really, really needed a hard cock.

Maybe I shouldn't have sent those SWAT officers away so soon. They were all muscular hunks. I liked them big and in uniform.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons - Madison, WI

"And here is the dress that Mary Sullivan will be wearing when she weds Mark Glassner on Saturday," the woman on the Hollywood Reporter gushed as a picture of a wedding dress appeared on the screen.

I groaned, sitting up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. My stomach growled. I had fallen asleep in my motel room. Eating, sleeping, and shitting was all I had done. I was too afraid to leave my room. Housekeeping hadn't been in for a few days. I glanced at the small kitchenette and the half-eaten box of ramen. I had been living off of Cup O' Noodles and instant ramen for weeks.

I couldn't leave. Mark was hunting me. And I was so close to power. Professor Scrivener was working on my translation of the Magicks of the Book of Endor. I was greedy to get my hands on it. But I had to be patient. He wouldn't hand over any of it until he had his money.

And I didn't have that.

So I would wait for him to finish, and then I would get my hands on the translation one way or the other. Then everything would change. I would find the way to defeat Mark Glassner. He wouldn't be able to stand up to me. Not once I had my hands on that book.

It would change everything.

I would teach him not to fuck with me. I would get my wife back. My sweet Desiree would be mine again.

I fell back on the bed, ignoring the damned woman prattling on about Mark and Mary's wedding. It was so sickening that they were so famous now that the celebrity gossip shows followed them. They were in a countdown for the wedding of the gods.

Gods. My lips curled. "Like Mark Fucking Glassner could ever be a god."

Oh, I would show him. I would be such a god. I just had to survive a little bit longer.

Chapter Four

And look to our Gods for a shining example of love. It is forever patient, forever kind. It is trusting and supportive. It unites and ties and binds whether two or a harem. Love is why we all are here. Nothing is more powerful than our Gods' love.

--The Twin Sermons 2:5-6

Saturday, July 20th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Mount Rainier, WA

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of wildflowers as I stood on Paradise. July 20th had finally arrived.

The setting sun was warm and the breeze was cool, banishing the day's heat. The air was wonderfully fresh, perfect. Mount Rainier reared up impossibly huge this close to the peak, dominating the eastern sky. Even in summer, the top of Mount Rainier remained white and blue from its many glaciers. A small dome of clouds covered the top of the mountain.

They were the only clouds in the sky.

Butterflies swirled in my stomach as we all waited on Mary, my eyes drifting to her bridal tent. It was just like with my dream of Azrael. Only this was real.

I had never been so dressed up before. I wore a black tux, a purple bow tie choking my throat and a purple cummerbund cinched about my waist. The dress shoes pinched my toes. Mary chose purple to complement the flower arrangements.

Well, the wedding was always about the bride, not the groom.

My best man, Quatch, stood beside me. I hadn't seen much of my friends. I had been busy since I made my Pact. We managed to squeeze in one game of D&D the week before. My friends had paraded their sex slaves that night, thrilled to have their own sexy women to serve them this time. For today, Quatch had trimmed his beard and even gotten a haircut. The big guy looked almost handsome in his tux. I had never seen him in clothes that fit before. Beyond Quatch were my groomsmen: Chris, Tom, and Karl. All three wore matching tuxes, and the same unflattering bow ties and cummerbunds that I wore.

These four guys were my friends before I became famous.

I took a deep breath. It had been three weeks since the attack and no disasters had happened. No nuns had attacked us with armed men, no government agencies had raided my house, and no Lilith had tried to mess things up.

Most importantly, no one had died.

Memories of Chastity flashed through my mind. I glanced at the seats where the sluts sat, wishing Chastity was with them. The sluts looked beautiful in their dresses. Korina sat smiling in a green dress. Next to her, Violet and April were holding hands. Today, Violet wore a cute, pink dress and April a cloud-blue, frilly thing. Jessica looked stunning in a black, tight dress as she sat next to Lillian. She looked sexy as hell in an artfully-ripped, gauzy black dress. Xiu's large breasts were positively spilling out of the flowery, pink dress she wore. Alison and Desiree wore complementing purple dresses, their arms wrapped around each other. They both still beamed from their wedding last weekend.

What was taking Mary so long?

I stood before the crowd. All their eyes on me as we waited. I wanted to be married to Mary, ached for it. And these dress shoes were really pinching my toes while I sweated through my jacket. I kept glancing back to the bridal tent where Mary and her bridesmaids were gathered, wishing they would hurry up.

I was eager to see my sweet filly walking down the aisle in her beautiful dress.

I had already seen her in the dress. We spent an hour taking the wedding photos earlier today. More than a few of the gossip shows and tabloid rags had sent their paparazzi to photograph us in addition to our private pictures. Of course, Mary had looked stunning in her dress. It was snow-white with a lacy bodice which wrapped around her torso ending at the skirt. That was made of all these layers of ruffles that gave her skirt this bell shape. Her veil covered her whole head, draping across her shoulders and cleavage. She carried a bouquet of white and pink flowers, with a few purple flowers here and there for a splash of vibrancy. The same flowers lined the aisle on plinths and more petals were strewn across a white carpet that had been laid down over the field.

Our friends and families were seated on plastic, folding chairs. I had spent the last week talking to all our guests on the phone, making sure that there wouldn't be any issues. I gave them a few, simple commands: to find any sex that they might witness to be perfectly normal, to be open to having sex at the reception, and to not feel any jealousy if their spouse or significant other chose to indulge themselves. Oh, and to leave the children at home.

This was an adult wedding.

Once our guests returned home, they would return to their normal behavior and remember the wedding fondly. With Mary's family, I also had to prepare them for Tiffany's return, especially since she now looked eighteen. Our bodyguards, led by 51, searched all of our guests and the staff for any weapons, just in case a nun had gotten to them. There were a still a few out there, maybe five left in the whole world, but that was enough to cause plenty of mischief. And I wouldn't have this special day ruined.

"What is taking so long?" I muttered.

"She has to be perfect, man," Quatch said. "Relax."

I looked again, sweeping over the crowd. Mary's side was far more crowded than mine. It turned out, she had quite the extended family. With a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and both sets of grandparents. Her father alone had five brothers and sisters all of whom had kids. And a number of those female cousins were quite the lookers. I was excited to get to know a few of them more intimately during the reception. On top of that, Mary had a lot of friends from high school who showed up.

My side had my dad's brother, Uncle Aaron, his wife Dee, and their two kids, Aaron Jr. and Laura. Next to Laura was her husband. I knew they just had a child named Astrid, left at home with a babysitter. My mom's family consisted of my grandma, my fat Aunt Toni and her sons, Ray and Bobby. We seated the sluts on my side to make it look a little less one-sided, along with Cynthia and Vivian, who were at Mary's coffee shop when I walked in and used my new powers. We had a hot foursome that morning.

And Vivian was carrying my child, so that made her practically family.

I caught Tiffany's eyes and looked away. Anger surged in me. I still hadn't forgiven Mary's mother for getting Chastity and six of my bodyguards killed. Mary and I had a huge fight when she wanted me to go to her parents' second wedding last week. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but I doubt I ever could.

Chasity was dead because of her.

"Fuck," I muttered, my anger with Tiffany making the waiting even more unbearable. These damned shoes really pinched. "What is taking so long?"

I had to calm down. I needed something to relieve my stress. Or someone.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I was freaking out.

"Where's my locket?" I asked as I grabbed at my throat for the third time, desperately feeling for the gold chain. I knew that it wasn't there, I had already felt twice, but rational thoughts like that were hard to hang onto when you were in a panic.

Somehow, my locket had slipped off from around my neck. It was heart-shaped, made of silver, with a pink rose sculpted onto the front. I couldn't lose it. Mark gave it to me that first day he claimed me while we were romping through the mall. For the last fifteen minutes, my bridesmaids and I had been tearing the bridal tent apart trying to find it. I needed it.