The Devil's Pact Pt. 33

"Were you here the whole time?" Mark asked.

She grinned at my husband, looking mischievously cute with her fresh face. "I was, and I had a delicious cum." She held up her fingers, clearly sticky with her juices. "I had a great view of your yummy butt, Master. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Mark grinned.

I slid my hands down and grabbed my husband's ass. "It is so yummy now."

"Are we talking about my wife's cooking, Mistress?" Alison asked, popping her head in from the kitchen, her bubblegum-pink hair falling about her elfin face. "Because I agree."

"My husband's ass," I said, squeezing Mark's muscular butt.

"Oh, that's yummy, too," Alison said, then she skipped into the room, her tits bouncing in her transparent blouse of her maid uniform, and grabbed Mark's ass, too. "Mmm, Master, I could just eat it."

Mark groaned. "Damn."

"But dinner's ready. So...what should we eat?"

"Dinner," he said, his stomach rumbling.

"Smells good," I agreed, then my stomach rumbled, too. "Let's go eat your wife's delicious cooking, Alison."

The pink-haired slut beamed. She was always so proud of Desiree. The pair were so wrapped up in each other. They must be soul mates like Mark and I were, brought together by his Pact with the Devil. I couldn't help the joyful rush shooting through me. Even with Lilith and her vessel lurking somewhere in Seattle, still hiding from us, and Brandon causing problems in the mid-west, things were going great.

We would have a long, wonderful life together. Our child would be born into a world of peace and happiness.

Dinner was delicious, as always, and I enjoyed Alice's tongue lapping at my pussy while I ate. The sluts always took turns eating my pussy and sucking Mark's cock during meals. He enjoyed a nice blowjob from Korina. There was something so hot about a tongue sliding through my folds as I ate, keeping me on edge until I exploded in orgasm.

Tonight, Desiree made a delicious lamb shish kebab and a rice pilaf. I devoured it while April devoured me, her bushy hair brushing my thighs. After everyone finished, the sluts cleared the table and Desiree brought out a delicious apple pie for dessert.

And I came all over April's lips while Mark grunted and flooded Korina's mouth.

"Master," Jessica said as she returned to the room. She had slipped out while dessert was being served. "There is something strange going on in Seattle."

She slipped onto Mark's lap, her caramel breasts jiggling as she moved. He gave her a kiss and tweaked a dark nipple. Jessica giggled. She was a beautiful slut, a former reporter dominated by Mark when she did a new story on him jogging naked with a group of women.

I wasn't sad that naked jogging came to an end. It left us too exposed to attack. It was just a bonus that I hated running.

Still giggling, Jessica set a manila folder on the table. I snagged and opened it. Mark sat at the head of the table with me to his right. I angled it so he could look, too. There was a picture of Craig Erikson, the mayor of Seattle, and a woman with purple hair getting out of a limousine. I had met Mayor Erikson last month at a meeting of state mayors in Spokane. He was very supportive of Mark's gun control measures. Next month, we were supposed to have a gun-buyback in Seattle.

"Who's the woman?" Mark asked. "Definitely not his wife. A mistress?"

"That's what my source thinks," Jessica answered. "No one knows her name. She's been seen with the Mayor at all his public appearances the last two days."

"So?" he asked. "Other than her weird choice in hair color, what's so unusual about a politician having an affair?"

"Yeah, that hair is a bit much," I grinned. "What is she, into anime or something? She looks young enough for it."

"The problem is that Mayor Erikson is gay," Jessica answered. "He's been openly gay for twenty years. He and his partner were one of the firsts couples married when it was legalized last November."

"Oh," I said, blinking. "Doesn't really look like a guy in drag."

"No," Mark said.

"There has also been a strange death in the Mayor's office," Jessica continued. "Tuesday night, his assistant, and some say his, um, male mistress... or, eh..."

"Boyfriend," I suggested.

"Sure, Mistress. He died of an unknown disease. And since Wednesday, Mayor Erikson's been seen with this woman."

Mark frowned. "Maybe it's a coincidence?"

My stomach twisted. Seattle... Too many weird things were happening there.

"Maybe, Master," Jessica frowned. "However, given the capabilities of our enemies, I think we should be wary of any radical changes of behavior or mysterious deaths around someone with as much power as the Mayor of Seattle."

I bit my lip. "Maybe you should cancel that gun-buyback in Seattle next month until we know what's going on."

Mark nodded.

"Jessica, have 51 quietly make contact with Seattle PD and find out who that woman is."

Jessica nodded and climbed off my lap. "Right away, Mistress."

I didn't like it. I glanced at Mark as I took a bite of pie. "Thoughts?"

"It could be a coincidence," Mark said. "That woman isn't Lilith or Lana or Chantelle."

"So it's nothing at all?" I brought the bight of pie to my lips. "How can we know?"

"I don't know."

I grimaced. We were reasonably sure Lilith was somewhere in Seattle, but we had no proof. Chantelle and Lana hadn't been spotted by anyone since they dropped off Karen's body at the mortuary two months ago. Even when they appeared on Washington State's Most Wanted, no tips were generated.

Maybe they fled the city or the state. Or even the country.

I reached out and grabbed a second slice of pie. It was so good. Better than going circles around the Lilith problem. I didn't want to get a headache arguing about where that demon-bitch might be. We simply did not know.

"Hungry?" Mark asked with a smile.

"It's your kid that's hungry, Mark," I smiled back then quickly polished off that second piece. It was just delicious. Then I stood up. "Well, I guess I better get Mom."

"Huh?" he said. "Oh, right, the Siyach spell."

An excited shiver ran through me. I had shared both my sisters with Mark, and now I would get to share my mom. Oh, I loved my life. Mark had led me to the most taboo delights imaginable. I had once been afraid of this all, the power, the sex. Now I reveled in it.

When I was done, Mark would be the most powerful man in the world, and I would be his queen.

His Goddess.

Chapter Two

The Siyach Ritual is a most remarkable spell which links two souls together, allowing them to communicate across distance, a more direct dialog than possible with tongues.

--excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner

"Okay," I told her, standing up. I caught her arm and pulled her in for a kiss, my hand rubbing on her stomach.

Our child grew inside her. What a miraculous thought.

I never thought I would have kids as I slacked my way through my twenties. I was a loser, too shy to talk to girls, lacking any self-esteem. Why would any woman want to date me let alone breed with me? Those thoughts had poisoned me for years.

And now I was going to have four children just with the women in this house alone. Plus, there was Beth Philips and Vivian Anders and who knows how many other women also carrying my children. Anastasia Milburn, from the jogging club, was pregnant, and it could be mine or her husband's. There were quite a few members of the Church of the Living Gods who weren't sure who the fathers of their babies were, either.

Condoms were discouraged during worship orgies.

I headed up to our bedroom and stripped naked. A nervous shiver ran through me as I stretched out on the bed and waited. Could I really have sex with Tiffany? She attacked us when she was a nun. Chasity and the other bodyguards were dead.

I almost died.

But Heaven had tricked her just like Lilith had tricked me into surrendering Karen. I had to let go of this anger. Tiffany was Mary's mother, a part of this family. She was bound to us by the Zimmah ritual, her soul tied to ours, protected from mind control. She benefited from a number of other spells and enchantments that wreathed us and some of our wishes.

Like everyone else, she wouldn't age. She would look eighteen for the rest of her life, perversely looking younger than Mary and Shannon and the same age as Missy.

I shifted on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I just had to let it go. It was so hard. Chasity was such a beautiful creature, strong and powerful, beautiful and graceful. A cop with the heart of a lioness. Alison liked to prattle on about Chasity being a Valkyrie watching over us.

"I'm sorry, Chasity," I whispered in case she was watching over us.

I thought, for a moment, that I heard her whisper back: "You're forgiven, Master."

I shook my head at my imagination, looked at the bedside clock, and sighed. Where was Mary? It had been ten minutes at least. Was she coming back?

I groaned, sitting up, debating if I should go over to Tiffany's house and find out what the delay was. She lived with Mary's dad and youngest sister a few houses down from ours. We owned all the houses on the cul-de-sac, using them as barracks for the bodyguards, homes for our family, and for our servants--Sam and Candy, Dr. Willow and her harem of nurses, and our accountants and their wife Leah.

The door opened.

Mary and her mother slipped in both wearing teddies.

I grinned, drinking in the sight of the two lovely ladies. Mary's lingerie was pale blue and transparent. Her perky breasts cupped in silk and surrounded by white lace. Her dusky nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. A blue thong barely covered her pussy, her heart of pubic hair peeked out around the fabric. Tiffany wore a scarlet teddy, her sandy-blonde hair falling pale against the vibrant fabric. Her breasts were larger, the bodice also transparent, her nipples hard. She wore a pair of lacy, red panties that did nothing to hide the blonde bush beneath.

"Mmm, he's gorgeous," Tiffany purred. "My Gift really transformed him."

"I know." Mary had the same, hungry look in her eyes as her mother as she stared at me. They could be sisters, both young with the same, heart-shaped faces. The only differences were the eyes and hair. Mary had emerald eyes and auburn hair, while her mother had sapphire eyes and sandy-blonde hair.

"I sent April and Violet to play with Dad," Mary smiled as she stalked forward. "They both dressed up as naughty schoolgirls for him."

Tiffany licked her lips. "Too many years teaching those hot, barely legal sluts really corrupted my husband."

Not only did Mary's dad, Sean, still teach at Washington College, he wasn't the only one going there every weekday. Missy and her boyfriend Damien were now students, and Damien's sex slave Mrs. Corra, his high school math teacher, had gotten a job at the college. Sean, Missy, and Damien each had to have two bodyguards to protect them, and that took a lot of calls to the trustees, the administrators, and the campus police to sort out.

Mary slid onto the bed on my right while Tiffany crawled towards me from the left. Both stared at me with lust-filled eyes; tigers stalking their prey. Silken hair brushed my thighs as they crawled closer and closer. Tiffany bent down and kissed me on the lips while Mary nibbled my chin. Both mother and daughter pressed their bodies against me and ran their hands across my muscular chest.

They were so warm and hot. I moaned into the kiss with Tiffany, my hands returning the favor. I roamed my hands down their backs until I cupped a pair of plump asses. I squeezed them, enjoying how similar they felt.

Mother and daughter. Fuck, it was so easy to let go of my anger with both of them pressing against me.

"Mmm, that's so hot," purred Mary. "You're kissing my mom, Mark. She gave birth to me. And you're going to fuck her. Fuck the pussy that birthed me."

Tiffany moaned into my mouth, kissing me harder. I shivered, my dick throbbing so hard. I squeezed both their asses hard. An intoxicating rush shot through me as they both undulated against me, their silky teddies caressing my skin, their heat bleeding through.

I loved this.

Mary's lips moved up my chin, joining my kiss with her mother. She nuzzled in. Our three tongues fenced, brushed. I groaned, our lips working together. I turned my head, and thrust my tongue into Mary's mouth. Her mother broke away, licking at my chin.

I shivered as Tiffany followed my jawline to my ear. She teased my lobe, sliding her tongue up and down it. "Mmm, yes, kiss my daughter. You're going to fuck us both. You lucky stud. I created her. I made that hot, sexy thing you're kissing inside me."

"Fuck," I groaned, breaking the kiss.

"I think we're getting him hot," Mary giggled, dimples flashing in her cheeks.

"Uh-huh," Tiffany nodded.

Mary seized her mother's blonde hair, pulling her close. Their lips met in a kiss right above my face. I groaned, watching the beautiful sight of mother and daughter kissing. Their tongues danced. They moaned and sighed, savoring their incestuous passion..

"You two are so beautiful," I murmured. "So sexy and radiant.

They broke their kiss and smiled down at me. Tiffany asked, "Who's the most beautiful?"

"Mary," I answered without hesitation. It was the truth. I liked redheads more than blondes.

"Good answer," Tiffany nodded.

"Mmm, someone deserves a reward," Mary purred. She leaned down and nuzzled at my neck.

I shivered as she kissed down my chest. I was ripped and muscular now, transformed when Tiffany gave me her Gift of the Spirit, the power that made her a nun. I was something called a Shaman now, a Warlock and a Monk combined. I had access to Heaven's powers along with Hell's.

But I rejected Heaven's. Those assholes tried to kill my wife! My sluts! Me!

And then Mary's tongue reached my nipple, swirling around it. The teasing pleasure drove my anger from my thoughts. Her green eyes stared up at me, brimming with her mischievous delight. She engulfed my nipple, sucking hard on it.

I groaned, shivering. Mary sometimes liked to kiss and suck at my nipples, but it didn't do much for me, just sent a tingle racing down to my cock. But I was happy to let her do it. I smiled at her. She licked lower and lower. Her cheek rubbed against my flat stomach, her auburn hair fanned out across my chest behind her.

"You're a good husband," Tiffany murmured and kissed me on the lips again.

I groaned into her lips, savoring my mother-in-law's kiss. My dick throbbed. Mary's kissing mouth came closer and closer to my cock. Her breath warmed my shaft. She rubbed her face into my brown pubic hair.

I kissed Tiffany harder, moaning, as Mary's tongue slid up my cock, taking her time. My dick twitched as she climbed higher and higher. Then she grazed the sensitive tip. I shuddered, and my cock jumped from the teasing caress.

"Ooh, that was neat," giggled Mary. She licked up the shaft from the base to the tip again. This time she swirled her tongue around the head once, before she returned to the base. I moaned each time she climbed. She went slower and slower, dragging her tongue, teasing me, her eyes flashing with her joy.

God, I loved her.

"Want some help, Mary?" Tiffany asked, breaking our kiss.

"I do, Mom," Mary answered.

Tiffany sat up and slipped off her panties. She worked them down her thighs, revealing her trimmed bush. She held them up, a damp spot darkening the gusset. With a smile that matched Mary's, dimples flashing, my mother-in-law held them to my nose.

"Sean loves smelling my dirty panties," she confessed.

I inhaled deeply. She had a spicy scent similar to Mary's. I groaned, inhaling again. My cock twitched as Mary's tongue reached the crown, swirling about it, driving me wild once again.

Tiffany laughed, "I see my husband's not the only guy."

"They smell great, Tiffany," I groaned.

"Mmm, then you are just going to love this."

My mother-in-law moved, her tits bouncing beneath her teddy. She threw her right leg over my face as she twisted, giving me a perfect look up her thighs at her furry beaver. She had a mat of blonde hair covering her snatch, a darker shade than her hair on her head. She groaned, lowering her pussy closer and closer to my lips. I breathed in deeply.

"Yes, I am going to love this," I said, smelling her arousal. The musk was even stronger.

Her pussy lowered closer to my lips, juices glistening on her pubic hair. She rubbed her pussy on my lips, her silky curls caressing my face. I licked, savoring her spicy flavor, my tongue digging through her wet folds.

"Oh, that's nice, Mark," purred Tiffany as I sucked a dark labia swollen with lust into my lips, loving the feel in my mouth.

"He's the best," Mary answered, her voice full of pride and love. Her cheek rubbed against the side of my cock as her mother licked up the other side of the shaft.

"God, you two are spoiling me," I said into Tiffany's snatch.

As their tongues climbed my cock, I buried my lips into my mother-in-law's cunt. Her hot folds and silky pubic hairs caressed me. I licked my tongue through her wet slit, gathering her juices. She moaned, her tongue climbing higher and higher, my dick throbbing.

I groaned as Tiffany sucked the head of my cock into her lips. I licked her clit, enjoying her hum of pleasure about my dick. Tiffany bobbed her mouth down, no stranger to sucking cock. I played with her clit, teasing her, making her moan louder and louder.

My cock loved it.

"Mmm, that's it, Mom," Mary purred as she nuzzled down my shaft. She pressed her face into my balls, sucking on them.

I shivered, my balls aching as she played with them. She would engulf one, then the other, into her sweet lips. She gently played with them with her tongue, swirling them about in her mouth. I groaned about Tiffany's hard clit, sucking at her sensitive pearl.

Which made Tiffany suck harder. She bobbed her head faster, loving my cock. She grazed my cock with her teeth, a light touch that sent a shiver down my shaft. My tip brushed the back of her throat. I moaned about her clit, loving how much she had taken.

"Tiffany," I panted, my eyes widening. She kept sliding her mouth down it. She swallowed my cock, deepthroating it. "Shit!" It felt wonderful inside my mother-in-law's tight throat. I sucked on her clit again, making her groan, vibrating my cock.

"Oh, wow, you can deepthroat, Mom?" Mary gasped in awe.

Tiffany slid her mouth up my shaft, sucking the entire time. My balls almost erupted. Her lips popped off and she giggled. "Your mom knows a trick or two."

Then she deepthroated me again.

"Go, Mom," Mary said, sounding so young and girlish. "Ooh, make my husband cum down your throat."

"She's as good as you are at deepthroating," I groaned. "Must be genetic."

"Maybe," Mary said. Then she sucked on my balls again.

I groaned, shivering, my hands sliding up my mother-in-law's thighs. My dick ached in her throat, my balls boiling. Mary's lips felt amazing. My hands found my mother-in-law's ass. I squeezed her butt-cheeks, pulling her spicy pussy down tighter to my lips. She moaned about my dick, adding more humming delight.

An idea popped into my mind, my fingers dipping between the cheeks of her ass.

My fingers played with her asshole. I circled the puckered hole, loving the texture beneath my digits. She groaned as I teased her, squirming on my face. I licked through her folds as I pushed my finger into her asshole, her hot, velvety bowels gripping me

She sucked hard on my cock. A low moan vibrated through her throat as I pressed deeper and deeper. The pleasure hummed around my dick. The sudden sensation shot down my shaft to my aching balls.

"Fuck," I groaned as I erupted.