The Devil's Pact Pt. 31

I couldn't leave the tent and walk down the aisle without it.

My older sister Shannon was digging through a box while Antsy and Missy were searching the floor of the bridal tent. I needed to stay calm. If I started crying, my mascara would run, and I would look like a frightful mess on my wedding day.

"Please, please, please!" I begged over and over, fighting back the tears.

"Here it is!" Alice shouted in triumph. I sighed in relief as my maid of honor held up the silver locket. "It fell behind the chair."

After I healed Alice a few weeks ago, she had talked with her husband, Dean. She confessed her adultery to him. "I felt so guilty that I had been such a bad wife while Dean was being all attentive and loving since I got hurt," Alice had later told me. "I just wanted to drive him away so I could wallow in my misery. Only, when I told him that I cheated on him, he was hurt, but he didn't leave. For the first time, since, well, since forever, I guess, we talked. And it was nice."

They were in marriage counseling now, trying to work through their problems.

The news of Alice's healing spread through the hospital and soon it was all over the news along with Mark curing Xiu and half the bodyguards that were still in the hospital. It garnered more attention for us, more talk shows, more interviews, more chances to educate the people of the world on what mattered.

And something wonderful had come of it. An idea that Mark had. For the last two Thursdays, Mark and I have been healing the sick at Good Sam Hospital. It was nice to finally do something helpful and selfless with our powers.

"Thank you," I breathed as Alice handed me the locket.

I put it around my neck and secured the clasp. I do not know how it fell off my neck, the clasp seemed to be just fine. I was so relieved to feel it dangling between my breasts again that I didn't care why it had fallen off. I had it back. I was ready now.

I lowered my veil and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's get this started. We've held them up enough, right?"

Missy popped her head out the tent flap then ducked back in, smiling. "Um, maybe in a few minutes, Mary."

I frowned and wondered what Mark was doing? Then an amused smile crossed my lips. No, I should be wondering who Mark was doing. I considered the candidates. One of the sluts, maybe? Or was it Rose Cunningham, who was officiating our wedding? Or maybe his mother, Sandy? Certainly not my mom. Mark was still angry with her over Chastity's death.

I missed Chastity, too, but my mom was used by the angels. And she felt so guilty over all the deaths she caused.

I moved to the flap, Missy holding it aside, eager to see who my groom was fucking on our wedding day. Mark and I had such a wicked relationship.

* * *

Mark Glassner

The best way to relieve anger was to fuck.

And I needed to fuck. I needed to calm down. This was my wedding day. I wouldn't get married to Mary while angry at her mother. I glanced around. Who should I grab? The sluts? Any one of them would be eager to be bent over the altar and...

My gaze stopped at Rose Cunningham. As one of our two high priestesses, she was officiating our wedding. The eighteen-year-old hottie wore a simple, black dress, that was very low-cut. I found myself admiring her cleavage. She had a nice, round pair of breasts that filled out the bodice.

Rose saw my stare and flushed happily, her hand playing with the end of her long, golden braid.

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked Rose.

The barely legal slut beamed at me. "Of course not, my Lord. I follow all the teachings." Rose's fingers pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing her blonde bush to me and the wedding guests. "Panties should only be worn to excite your lover or when your period is upon you. Otherwise, a pussy should be free and ready to be entered," Rose quoted.

I had modified my original command. I hadn't considered periods.

"You definitely look ready to be entered," I smiled, seeing the sunlight glistening on the dew gathered on blonde curls.

"I always am around you, my Lord," she breathed.

"Then bend that cute ass over the altar. I have some pent-up energy to release."

"Yes, my Lord." Rose bent over the altar, holding her skirt up, exposing her tight, young ass. "I am ready for my Lord's pleasure."

"Jesus," Quatch muttered, earning a glare from Rose. "Wish I was a God."

I grinned at Quatch as I moved behind Rose and unbuttoned my pants. The audience was growing restless as the wait for Mary dragged on, and no one objected to what I was doing, thanks to my commands. A few watched with interest. Alison gave me a thumbs up before kissing her new wife, Desiree, hard, passionate.

Alison was insatiable.

"Oh, my God!" Rose moaned as I entered her tight pussy. She was so wet and juicy.

I shuddered, my back arching, looking around at the crowd as I fucked the slut on my wedding day while waiting on my lovely bride. I caught Rose's sister-wife Daisy's envious face as she watched her twin getting fucked.

Daisy and Rose drew straws to see who would get to officiate our wedding, and Daisy was clearly disappointed that she lost.

Rose moaned, "Fuck me, my Lord! Oh, fuck my juicy cunt!"

"Such a juicy cunt," I groaned. "Wet and ready to take her God's cock."

"Always, my Lord!"

I pounded her tight cunt hard and fast. I savored how tight she was. How willing she was. Daisy and Rose worshiped us because they knew we were better than normal humans. Mary and I were special. We had powers. We would change the world together.

My balls ached and swung as I fucked her tight cunt, the friction rushing through me. I grabbed her blonde braid and pulled her head back. Her pussy clenched as I stared at her face in profile, her eyes closed tight with pleasure, her mouth open wide as she moaned and panted.

"Scream out how much you love my cock, slut," I snarled, my anger flowing out of me with every stroke of my hips, absorbed by her tight snatch.

"I love it so much," moaned Rose. "It is the best cock in the world. Divine! Every woman should yearn for this dick. It will give them such pleasure. Every woman in the world should spread their thighs and pray for your embrace."

"Yes," I groaned, loving her words as I savored her tight, juicy cunt.

My dick throbbed in her depths. The pressure built in my balls. I growled as I saw movement at the bridal tent. Missy popped her head out for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of her mischievous smile before she ducked back in.

Then I saw the flap move again, someone else peeking out. My naughty filly.

I yanked hard on Rose's braid as I slammed into her cunt hard and fast. My balls smacked into her clit. Her juices flooded out of her. She was dripping wet as she moaned and bucked back into me. All these people watching, envious. I had such power.

"Yes, yes! Fuck my naughty pussy!" Rose was screaming. "Oh, yes! I love your cock, my Lord. Your big, hard cock is making my unworthy cunt feel so good! I'm gonna cum, my Lord!"

"Do it," I growled "Let me feel that eighteen-year-old snatch spasm on my dick. Milk out every drop of my cum!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Rose's back arched as she came, her hips slamming back into me. I enjoyed the silky grip of her cunt milking my cock. Her flesh writhed about my dick. The friction increased. My back arched. So much pleasure shuddered through me as she begged me for my cum, eager to be flooded by all my jizz.

I groaned, my balls boiling. I thrust harder into her barely legal pussy, gripping her slim hips. I drove my cock rapidly in and out of her. My balls boiled over with lust. I grit my teeth and slammed into her.

My cock erupted.

I filled her young cunt full of my cum. Every pulse sent wonderful delight rushing through me. I groaned, savoring it. I loved cumming. There was nothing better than my dick spurting and the pleasure hammering me.

"Yes," I groaned. "Yes, I needed that."

"I'm so glad to serve you with my cunt, my Lord," Rose moaned, wiggling her hips as my cock softened.

I pulled out of Rose. She smoothed her skirt back down her ass, a happy smile painted on her face. I fastened up and turned to the bridal tent. The bridal party was spilling out of the tent. It looked like Mary was ready to walk down the aisle.

The band started playing. Two of Mary's cousins--a pair of fraternal, eighteen-year-old twins named Matti and Drew--walked the aisle. They were the flower girl and ring bearer, respectively. They were older than normal, but no children were allowed at this wedding. Matti looked so cute as she walked forward, her dress cut low to show off her budding breasts. She sprinkled flowers on the aisle with a dignified air, trying to act older than eighteen. Drew tried to walk with a stately pace as he held the pillow with the wedding bands, but it was ruined by his lanky, gangly body.

They were followed by Alice, Shannon, Missy, and Antsy. They all looked beautiful in their bridesmaid's dresses. Particularly Shannon and Missy. Their red hair made quite a splash against the cream dresses. Alice looked at me, and for the first time there wasn't jealousy in those eyes.

I was also relieved that she didn't pull out a gun when she reached the altar.

She took her place as Mary's maid of honor, with Shannon, Missy, and Antsy lining up beside her. Missy flashed me a naughty grin and gave me a thumbs up. My sister Antsy winked at me and mouthed, "Horndog."

I grinned back at her.

And then the traditional wedding march played and everyone "Oohhed" and "Aahhed" when Mary stepped out of the bridal tent.

My heart almost stopped.

I had seen her in the dress just a few hours ago as we posed for photos, but this was different. Now she was my bride walking down the aisle to marry me. Her emerald eyes found mine through her thin veil, and the smile that covered her face was breathtaking, producing the delightful dimples in her cheeks. Clutched in her hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers, white and pink with a few purple flowers for a splash of brilliant color. Sean, her father, took her arm, and they walked slowly up the aisle. The setting sun lit Mary's dress with an orange hue and, for a moment, she looked like an angel aglow with radiant power.

I forgot how to breathe in the eternity it took for her to walk down the aisle.

"Take care of my daughter," Sean said when they reached me, extending his hand.

"I will, sir," I said, our hands shaking, his grip firm.

Sean handed Mary off to me. Alice held Mary's bouquet as I took my fiancee's hands. They were soft and gentle. I squeezed them as her flowery perfume filled my nose and left me feeling light-headed. We stared into each other's eyes as Rose began her marriage ceremony. Mary's eyes were deep green and full of love.

I could happily stare into them forever.

Rose gave a sermon on the importance of love and the beauty of two people sharing their lives together, the words rolling through my mind. I couldn't grasp them, too focused on my fiancee. But I did notice that Rose didn't sound nervous at all considering she was marrying her Gods.

"Rose's first sermon was even more passionate," Mary whispered quietly as Rose preached. "Such a screamer."

I smiled. "I got bored."

"That's my horny stallion." Mary giggled silently, trying not to let her body shake too much. "Sorry for the holdup. I thought I lost my locket." My eyes glanced down to the silver, heart-shaped locket nestled in her beautiful cleavage. I gave it to her on our first day together.

"I'm just so happy to marry you," I answered. "I would have suffered hours of delays."

She smiled warmly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at my beautiful bride.

Rose's sermon went on for about ten more minutes before finally reaching the important part. "Our Gods have written their own vows," Rose stated as Quatch passed us the wedding bands. They were simple, golden bands. Inscribed on the inside of each ring was one simple word: "Forever."

I took Mary's hand and placed the ring just at the tip of her finger. Mary took a deep breath, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke: "Mark, you changed my life the day you walked into my work. You captured my heart and loved me enough to set me free. And I loved you enough to come back. I want to be with you every day of our lives. The good days and the bad. Forever at your side."

My hand trembled as I slid the wedding band all the way onto her finger up against her engagement ring, the black, smoky diamond shining with reflected sunlight, both dark and bright at the same time.

Mary took my wedding band and held my hand, smiling expectantly at me. "That was beautiful, Mare."

She blushed beneath her veil, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.

I grinned at her, continuing my vows, "I was captivated the moment I saw you the day I walked into your work. I never thought I would meet someone who could love me with all her heart the way you have. You are all I will ever need. From now, until the end of time. You are all I need, my love."

Mary was crying and smiling as she slid my wedding band onto my finger. A tremble went through me as the ring slipped over the last knuckle, sealing me to her.

"By the powers invested in me by my Gods and the State of Washington," Rose announced, her voice breathy with excitement, "I now pronounce my Gods man and wife."

Everyone clapped at Rose's pronouncement. My hands trembled as I lifted my wife's veil ever so gently. Her lips quivered as we stared at one another, and then my arms wrapped around her slim body and pulled her to me.

Our lips met and time seemed to stop.

Everything faded away as I kissed my wife and felt her body pressed to me. Her lips tasted sweet, and my nose was filled with the heady scent of her flowery perfume and the faint, coconut smell of her shampoo. Her soft hand stroked my cheek. Her dress was silky smooth beneath my hand. Fire beat in my heart. I held the kiss for as long as I could, my lungs burning with air, her lips moving with mine.

And then, at an unspoken agreement, we broke our first kiss as man and wife.

We breathlessly turned to face our families and friends. Everyone was standing, applauding, sharing in our joy. I had a foolish grin on my lip as I stared at them, my bride at my side, the flavor of her lips lingering on mine.

"Mark," Mary whispered. "Let me take your arm."

"Right," I said, still a little dazed from the kiss.

I held out my arm and Mary hooked her around it. We walked slowly down the aisle, passed the grinning men and the teary-eyed women. They showered us with rice, the kernels falling about us, getting stuck in our hair and sliding down the front and back of my shirt. Mary laughed as they tumbled through her veil and auburn hair.

We were married.

Chapter Five

And the world rejoiced as the Living Gods united their love in matrimony.

--The Gospel of April 33:75

Mary Glassner

At the end of the red carpet, our guests still cheering behind us, waited a white Rolls Royce limousine. My eyes widened at it. I had no idea we would drive in such style. It was clearly old, from the thirties, maybe, and so elegant. Leah waited for us, opening the door as we reached it. She was wearing a more conservative chauffeur's outfit than usual.

Tears shown in her hazel eyes. She murmured, "I'm so happy for you, my Gods."

I stroked her face, remembering the wild weekend I had shared with Mark, Leah, and Rachel in New York. Then I bent forward and kissed our chauffeur gently on the lips. She moaned in delight, trembling. Then I slipped into the limo. Mark helped to gather my skirt before he slid in beside me.

"You are so beautiful," my new husband told me. He snuggled up to me and kissed my smiling lips--I couldn't help it; I was married now. Mrs. Mark Glassner.

I shuddered, savoring that thought as Mark's hand slid up the side of her dress to gently squeeze my breast through the lacy bodice. My nipple tingled as he stroked the hard nub through the cloth, making my pussy grow so hot between my thighs while Mark's lips claimed mine.

"It's only a five minute drive to the lodge," I protested between his kisses. We were holding our reception at the nearby Paradise Lodge. As Mark groped my breast, his other hand was busy lifting up my skirt. "You'll ruin my dress."

"That's sounds fun," he grinned as his hand found my stocking-covered thigh and slid up my leg.

"Mark," I groaned, my protest growing weaker as his hand climbed nearer and nearer. "Mmm, Mark," I purred as he discovered my satin panties.

He rubbed at my crotch, stroking up and down my slit, pressing the material against my freshly waxed pussy. I shuddered, my toes curling in my shoes at his touch. My juices flowed, soaking into the gusset of my panties.

He had to feel how wet I was right now.

"My horny stallion," I panted, kissing him back as he stirred me up. His lips were so strong. I loved kissing my husband as he pressed me back against the seat. "You're going to make a mess of my hair, too."

"I don't care," Mark groaned. His fingers found the elastic band of my panties and pulled them down my hips.

"Mmm, I don't either," I panted as I lifted my hips. The panties rolled down my thighs, giving him free access to my wet pussy. He touched me, and I shuddered, begging, "Make love to me, husband."

"My bride," he groaned as the limo stopped.

We had arrived at the lodge. But I didn't care. I was horny and married. Our guests could wait while I made love to my husband. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Leah turn to watch us, her smiling face framed by her bleached-blonde hair.

I bet her fingers would be busy.

Mark's hand fumbled at the zipper of his slacks. It rasped down and my hand shot out, diving into his fly. I tugged down his boxers and found his cock. My husband's cock. I shuddered, wrapping my fingers around it and fishing out his dick.

"I need this in me," I purred as I leaned back on the limo's bench seat. "I need my husband in me."

"Yes," Mark groaned, his hands pushing up my skirt and petticoats. Silk rustled. A pile of cloth bunched around my waist, almost hiding Mark from my sight as he settled between my thighs.

Then he rose over me, moving in. His cock nudged my thigh, sliding down to my waiting pussy. He looked so handsome in his tux as he loomed over me, his eyes burning with intensity. He planted his hands on either side of me on the seat as his dick found my pussy.

"I love you," I moaned as his cock slid into my pussy. I shuddered as his girth slid deeper into me. "My horny stallion!"

"Yes," he groaned, pleasure crossing his face as he sank into my wet, tight cunt. "I love you, my sweet filly!"

Mark pounded me hard. There was no time for foreplay. We were both too horny, too eager to consummate our wedding. Besides, our guests were waiting. His shaft stabbed deep and hard into me, my hot cunt clenching on him as his balls smacked into my taint.

Heavy with his cum.

My skirt rustled as I locked my stocking-clad thighs about his hip, holding onto him tight, bucking up into his thrusts. Our flesh smacked together so wonderfully. I bit my lip, pleasure rustling through my body as I stared up into my groom's eyes.

They were hungry with passion.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, stud!" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mark grunted, thrusting, the limo rocking as he pounded me.

He was so passionate, so excited. We had finally consummated our wedding. We were united. Warlocks, Gods, and Spouses. Our souls were chained together by lust, love, and the darkest of magics.

My hips undulated, humping, working my pussy up and down his dick as he plunged into me. My clit ached, grinding into his pubic bone. I moaned and gasped. They had to hear me outside the limo. Through the window over Mark's shoulder, I could see our guests arriving. I spotted amused smiles on their faces. They all knew what was going on in the limo.