The Devil's Pact Pt. 32

My fingers found his heavy balls, covered by his curly hair. I massaged them, my pussy clenching. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed faster and faster, my nose nuzzling into his pubic hair. I shuddered as I sucked so damned hard.

"Mare! You naughty filly! Oh, fuck!"

I stared up at him, begging with my eyes.

He gave me what I wanted.

His cum spurted into my mouth. Hot, salty, thick cream. I groaned as it splashed through my mouth. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled down my thighs. I loved that feeling. So naughty and wanton.

He grunted with every blast. I swallowed his cum, not spilling a single drop of my horny stallion's jizz. It poured down my throat to my belly. I sighed, letting it warm there, my eyes fluttering. A hot wave shuddered through me.

Then I popped my mouth off his dick. "Mmm, I love you, Mark."

"I love you, too, Mare," he panted.

"You're just saying that because I gave you the best blowjob ever," I giggled.

"The fucking best." He shuddered. "Sit on the table. Let me eat you. Your pussy must be on fire."

I rose and pressed against him. "Save it for the Eiffel Tower."

I kissed him hard, loving the feel of him against me. He didn't care that there was cum on my mouth. He would never kiss another woman who had just drunk his jizz. But he loved me too much to be bothered by it. His hands squeezed my ass through my skirt, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.

I broke the kiss. "Come on. Let's go. The police are waiting."

Mark grinned and held out his arm to mine. We strolled out of the restaurant, Amelia receiving her first load of incestuous cum behind us. We stepped out onto the street. 51 and the other bodyguards formed up around us. They looked so sexy in their uniforms, the amulets dangling into their cleavage flashing in the setting sun.

Sam came through right before our honeymoon, cracking the issue with her protection spell. "The amulet needed to be on a person," she laughed. "We were being so careful and testing on mannequins, so I didn't realize the magic needed a person to protect. Not a statue."

It would give them same protection as if they wore body armor. Mark and I probably should wear them, too, but it was depressing having to guard against being shot. We had to do something about all the violence in the world. Then people wouldn't need protection like this.

I leaned my hand on his shoulder and strolled down the Paris street like any other newlywed couple, just enjoying it while ignoring our bodyguard's scanning eyes and the cries of our followers streaming in the streets behind us.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I wrapped my arms about my new wife as we stared out at Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower.

Below, huge crowds had gathered, just like they had at our hotel room. On one side were the Believers, and on the other side the protesters. In-between were the Paris police. I was glad I made a few calls before we left for Europe to get local police under our control. They had been extremely helpful in keeping the crowds back as we played tourists in Paris. To end our day, we had the police close the Eiffel Tower so that we could enjoy it in peace.

It was beautiful up here. Paris stretched out before us. The Seine wound through city as its evening lights turned on, driving back the night. It was a gorgeous, romantic view of tree-lined boulevards that glowed green and magnificent landmarks shining brightly: the Arc de Triomphe, the glass pyramid of the Louvre, Notre Dame rearing up in all its Gothic majesty, and many other beautiful buildings and churches.

But it all paled compared to the beauty of my wife nestled in my arms.

I brushed her auburn hair off her pale neck and kissed the nape of her neck below her ear. I wanted to please her like she had pleased me at the restaurant. I didn't owe her an orgasm. She sucked my cock clean out of love, and you didn't repay love with obligation. I wanted to give her an orgasm. To give her pleasure.

Always.

"Mmm," she murmured, wiggling in my arms. "Don't stop, Mark."

I nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her ear. I slipped my hand down and rubbed her silky thigh below her short skirt. My hand moved higher, feeling her heat grow. She squirmed in my arms, letting out another sigh.

"Do you like it when I do this, Mare" I asked as I moved my hand up under her skirt and gently teased her smooth pussy.

"I do," she purred. Her ass swayed and rubbed pleasantly against my hardening cock. She gasped as my finger brushed her clit. "I like it a lot."

I slowly diddled her clit with my finger while my other hand moved up her side and found her perky breast. I gave it a squeeze through her bodice. I loved the feel of her tit, but the blouse was in the way. Grinding into her ass, I pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder. My lips kissed as I pushed her bodice down so I could play with her bare breast.

Mary moaned in appreciation as my fingers found her hard nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. I rolled it, loving the feel between my fingers. I kissed at her neck, breathing in her perfume. She smelled delicious.

"Mmm, that feels great, Mark," Mary moaned.

"It's about to get better," I whispered.

"Such a boast," she moaned, her voice so wanton. I still diddled her clit with my other hand, her nub throbbing on it. "Prove it."

"I will," I told her.

I slid my finger rubbing on her clit lower, sliding through her shaved pussy lips. I savored the heat as I brought the heel of my hand against her nub. I ground on it, making her squirm. Then I slowly pushed two fingers up inside her wet pussy. Her flesh engulfed me. So warm and soft and silky.

My cock throbbed in envy.

I pumped my fingers in and out, not fast, letting her savor the feeling while grinding the heel of my hand on her clit. My other fingers rolled and played with her nipples. I kept sucking and nuzzling at her neck, loving how she trembled in my arms as she leaned on the railing, Paris spread out before us.

"Oh, that's nice," she purred. "Mmm, I guess it wasn't an empty boast."

"I never boast about pleasuring you." My dick throbbed so hard as she rubbed her ass back into me. I wanted to fuck her.

Not yet. First, she had to cum.

I pumped my fingers faster and faster, driving into her silky depths. She clenched on me as her moans sang out to the City of Lights. Her juices poured out, dripping around my digits, her spicy, sweet musk mixing with her perfume.

I licked up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. She shivered, pussy clenching again on my digits. I thrust them deep, stirring around in her depths. My other fingers pulled on her nipple, bringing sharp gasps from her lips.

"You like that?" I whispered.

"You know I do," my wife gasped. "Finger fuck me, Mark! Mmm, make your naughty filly cum! I was so horny on the walk here, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs, keeping me aching and ready for this."

"Gladly, Mare," I whispered, curling my fingers in her pussy, searching for her G-spot.

I knew her body so well. She gasped when I found it. I massaged my fingers on it, savoring how she trembled and shivered in my arm. I kept nibbling on her ear, my fingers rolling her nipple. She deserved every ounce of pleasure she could take. I ground the heel of my hand hard on her clit.

And felt her stiffen and tremble.

Her orgasm neared. I could tell. I was merciless, rubbing her clit, massaging her G-spot, pinching her nipple. I moved down, kissing at her neck as I pleasured her. I felt the passion growing through her body. She tensed the way she always did before her orgasm. I kept up my massaging, not willing to stop until she exploded. I licked up her neck to her ear.

"Cum for me, Mare."

"Yes, yes! Oh, I love you, Mark!" she cried out as her passion overwhelmed her.

Her orgasming cunt massaged my fingers while her plump ass ground back into my hard cock deliciously. Her body thrashed in my embrace, bucking. Her pleasure sang out to Paris. My goddess sounded so beautiful.

From below, almost like our worshipers knew, their cheers grew louder. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt they did know. They cheered their goddess's orgasm, celebrating the pleasure I delivered to her.

"Oh, fuck, that was great, Mark!" she moaned as her shivering slowed, her pussy's convulsions stopping.

"Good cum?"

"Always from you." She turned in my arms and kissed me soundly on the lips. "Mmm, now I need to be fucked before all of Paris." She grinned, licking her lips. "But where? My wet pussy? Or maybe my naughty little ass? Huh? What hole does my husband want?"

I grinned at her, reaching around to grope her ass with pussy-stained fingers. "What do you think?"

"I think my new husband wants to fuck my naughty ass," she giggled. "But, he needs to get me nice and ready back there."

"Wouldn't want you walking bowlegged for the rest of our honeymoon," I laughed. "You won't look like much of a goddess then."

She twisted around, looking to the crowd below. "No, we can't disappoint them. I bet they have binoculars, looking up here, loving the sight of my tits."

"So envious and in awe of your beauty," I groaned as I knelt behind her.

She only let out a soft sigh as I pushed up her short, flowery skirt, exposing her pale, plump ass. I kissed each cheek, rubbing their pillowy softness against my face before I spread then apart. I smiled at her tight, brown sphincter and nuzzled in.

She gasped as I placed my lips on it, sucking and licking, rimming her. I was too eager, jamming my tongue into her depths. She moaned, clenching down on my tongue as I penetrated her tight ring and tasted the sour flavor of her ass.

Such a lovely flavor.

I swirled my tongue through her bowels, my fingers kneading her plump ass. I loved her ass. I loved everything about her. She was perfect. I loved my wife and goddess's asshole, probing my tongue in deep, getting her ready to be fucked.

"Mmm, I love it when you rim me," cooed Mary. Then she gasped playfully as I slipped two fingers up inside her juicy cunt. "Yes, get me ready."

A roar came from below, a rhythmic chanting. The words were lost at this height, but our worshipers were cheering something, urging me to pleasure their goddess. Which I was more than happy to do.

I let my fingers soak in her cunt, getting a good coating of her savory lube, before I pulled out of her silky depths. I brought them to her sphincter. I had to stop licking, which was a shame, but then I grinned as I pushed those two fingers into her tight ass.

"I love watching your sphincter swallow my fingers, Mare."

"As much as you love watching it swallow your cock."

I laughed. "No, that's a far hotter sight."

I slid my fingers deep into her bowels, savoring her velvet grip. My cock ached in her depths, eager to bury into her. I fucked my digits in and out as her ass gripped them tightly. She loosened, her juices lubing her up.

I repeated the process, lubing my fingers in her pussy juices and working them in and out of her bowels. They slid in easier and easier each time while she moaned and wiggled, staring down at the city, our worshipers chanting loudly.

Then Mary looked over her shoulder at me, a happy smile on her face. She was ready.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard while all of Paris watches," I groaned. "You know there are news crews down there recording this, immortalizing it."

"Oh, yes," she gasped as I stood up and slipped my cock into her tight pussy. "My horny stallion, yes!"

I fucked in and out of her just a few times, lubing my dick. I almost wanted to stay in her pussy--she felt so amazing--but I wanted her tight ass right now. With a groan, I pulled out of her heavenly pussy.

Mary sighed in disappointment.

I adjusted my cock, sliding the tip up her taint and between her plump butt-cheeks. I lined up with her sphincter and pushed slowly into her ass. Mary's disappointed moan became one of groaning pleasure as I filled her asshole.

"My wife loves it up the ass," I moaned as my cock disappeared inside the tight tunnel, her velvety flesh embracing my dick.

"I do," she moaned, undulating her hips.

I buried all the way into her, savoring her depths. I held her, pressing against her back. Pleasure rippled down my cock as she twitched and undulated. Her bowels clenched down on my dick. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

"Mmm, that's nice," Mary cooed. "But I wanted to be fucked! Fuck my ass! Give your filly a good ride!"

"Yes!"

I pulled back my cock through her tight bowels' embrace until only the tip remained. Then I thrust back into her depths, savoring her velvety rapture. The friction sent pleasure flooding through my body. I groaned as I savored her grip.

And then I thrust again. And again, plowing faster and faster, making my wife moan out to the chanting worshipers far below. Mary pushed her hips back as I pounded her ass, hips moving. My balls thwacked into her.

"Damn," I groaned. "You are so tight. Everyone, I am fucking my wife's ass and I love it!"

"Oh, god, yes!" she moaned. "I'm being fucked by a god! A stud! Yes, yes, yes!"

Her words spurred me on to pound her while my hands reached around, finding her breasts. I squeezed her firm, perky flesh. My fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them. Her ass tightened on my cock over and over.

Mary gasped every time I thrust into her. Her auburn hair flew in the cool breeze. I held her in my arms, loving her moans. She undulated and writhed in my embrace, loving my cock reaming her asshole as much as I loved plunging in.

"Harder!" moaned Mary, looking over her shoulder at me. "Give it to me hard, my randy stallion! I'm so close to cumming again!"

I captured her lips, kissing her hard as I pounded her ass as I dared. I didn't want to hurt her. She wasn't Xiu who got off on the pain. I groaned into the kiss, our tongues playing as we drove closer and closer to our orgasms.

My strokes became more and more frantic as my orgasm approached. My balls boiled. Just a few more strokes, and I would be there. The friction caused by plunging into her tight asshole sent pleasure shooting from my cock. I delighted in the velvety feel of her asshole. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming.

"Fuck!" I moaned, breaking our kiss, my balls boiling. "Here it comes, Mare! Fuck!"

I buried into her and erupted.

"Oh, I can feel your hot cum filling me up!" moaned Mary as my jizz flooded her ass.

The rapture surged through me with each blast. I shuddered, spurting over and over into her. She let out a gasp, her asshole spasming about my dick. My wife trembled in my arms as she joined me in ecstasy.

The pleasure raced through my mind. Stars danced across Paris. Our worshipers chanted. Was it louder? Did they know we were cumming? Were they cheering on their gods? I groaned, thrusting into Mary, savoring my cock buried in her depths, my pleasure passing.

"Oh, I love it when you cum in me, Mark," she purred, shuddering a final time. "Oh, I love it so much."

"I'll do it any time you want," I whispered in her ear.

She giggled. "Horny stallion."

I held my wife as we relaxed in an orgasmic high, gently kissing her neck and cheek, and admiring the city of Paris laid out before us. It was such a beautiful city at night, especially around the Seine. The lights snaking through Paris, a glowing river.

"I love you so much," I whispered. "Thank you for being my wife."

"You're welcome," Mary sighed. "Mmm, your cock's dirty."

"You want to suck my dirty cock clean again?"

"Of course. I love tasting ass on your cock, and my ass tastes the best."

"Yes, it is," I agreed with a laugh, pulling out of her ass.

My wife knelt before me and licked at my dirty cock. She usually had one of the sluts clean up my cock after its been in her ass, but sometimes she liked to do it herself. I think it was the honeymoon. She wanted to share so much with me. I loved her so much.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the railing with my arms and enjoyed my wife's excellent blowjob. Her lips engulfed the tip, sucking clean her ass. My dick throbbed as she bobbed her mouth. My head drifted down, staring at our worshipers below.

"Excuse me, sir," 51 said. "I know you didn't want any interruptions unless it was important."

I sighed as Mary released my cock.

"What is it, 51?" I asked her as Mary stood up, a frown on her pretty face.

51, the temporary head of the bodyguards, walked forward. She was a beautiful, Black woman, her ebony breasts almost spilling out of her half-unbuttoned cop blouse. She held my cell phone in her hand.

I took it from her.

"Hello?" I asked.

"M-Master!" wailed Alison. "I-It's Karen."

"She's back?" I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach. It couldn't be good if Alison was crying. Lilith promised to return Karen unharmed. I made deal with the demon--in exchange for my life, I let her own Karen, pregnant with the demon's spawn, until my slut gave birth.

Anger surged through me as I braced myself.

"A hearse arrived today." Alison paused, struggling to speak. "Karen's dead."

I dropped the phone. The world spun. I grabbed the railing, Paris whirling around me.

"What is it, Mark?" Mary asked, her voice sounding so distant.

"Karen is dead."

As Mary sobbed into my chest, anger burned in my heart. Lilith tricked me. That bitch found a loophole in our agreement. Demons always found some way to fuck you. I racked my thoughts, struggling to remember what she said. The exact words. They mattered. I thought I made her promise not to hurt Karen, to return her unharmed. The memory of floating in the darkness, flooded my mind.

I will do nothing to harm Karen.

That was what she promised.

I realized my mistake. Lilith didn't promise to see that Karen would be returned unharmed, she just promised not to be the one to harm her. I had been too afraid of dying, too afraid of Mary dying with me, to think it through.

"Goddamn fucking demons," I growled.

Mary just cried, her tears staining my chest, her body shaking.

I glanced at 51 who had picked up my phone and was standing at attention.

"We're going home," I ordered, anger heating my voice. "Contact every law enforcement agency under my control. I want them to find wherever Karen was being held, find the thing she birthed, and kill it! Lilith will regret tricking me. I will crush the bitch beneath my heel!"

"For Karen," Mary whispered, her voice hoarse, her arms tightening around my body. "Turn over every stone," my wife snarled, heat burning in her voice, her body stiffening. "Do whatever it takes! Make whoever hurt our Karen pay!"

Chapter Four

Karen Reddings, formerly Sister Louise Afra of the Order of Mary Magdalena, was laid to rest beside the other victims of the Tyrants, killed for being close to them. Though she betrayed her holy order, she was still a slave to the Tyrants. Another of their many victims.

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

Tuesday, July 23rd - Mary Glassner - South Hill, WA

The sluts were all waiting for us at Thun Field when our plane landed. We had flown all night from Paris, arriving in the early hours of the morning here in Washington state. I felt wrong out, exhausted, squeezed thin by Karen's death.

She was our slut. She used to be our enemy, but then she submitted to us. We loved her.

Why did we ever let Lilith fuck her?

It happened in the aftermath of Karen's attack on us when she had been a nun, Sister Louise Afra. Mark and I had almost lost our Pacts at the hands of Karen, Korina was shot in the shoulder, and Desiree only alive because I had made a wish with Lilith, using one of the three I was given. The demon seemed our ally then. When she asked to fuck Karen, I didn't see the harm.