The Devil's Pact Pt. 38

Mistress shuddered as I kept swallowing. It made such nasty sounds. I could hear it. She stared down at me, her hips undulating, growing hotter and hotter as I gulped down her urine. Her pussy grew wet, hot silk rubbing on my chin and lips as I gulped down more piss.

"Oh, god," I groaned. "I love that."

"How can you go back to peeing in toilets after you've used a slut?" Jessica laughed.

I nodded my head, swallowing the last of her piss, my cunt on fire. "Exactly, Mistress. Toilets don't lick you clean afterward."

I licked through her folds, making her groan.

* * *

Mary Glassner

I shuddered as Xiu licked at my dripping pussy. "You're absolutely right, slut. A tongue is far better than toilet paper."

Pleasure rippled through me as the slut licked and lapped at my pussy, her slanted eyes staring up at me. Beside me, caramel-skinned Jessica shifted. Then she leaned over and captured one of my dusky nipples with her lips. I shuddered as she sucked, tingles racing down to my pussy.

It was so hot having one slut suck at my nipple while the other licked at my pussy, searching for any errant drops of piss. Her tongue felt great, far better than any toilet paper, thick and agile, not rough.

She was gentler than Mark, too, her lips and tongue softer on my pussy. My husband was a hound, aggressively licking me out, whereas Xiu was a cat, taking gentle, careful licks. They weren't better or worse, just different.

"Fuck yes!" I moaned. "I love your tongues on me, sluts!"

"We live to pleasure you and Master," Jessica purred between sucks. Then she reached over to finger my other nipple as she engulfed my aching nub.

The door opened and April walked in, naked save for her glasses and choker, carrying a tray that had a few sliced honeydew melons and a bowl of oatmeal. "Morning, Mistress."

"Morning," I moaned, shuddering as Xiu's tongue fluttered into my pussy, stirring around and driving me wild.

April set the tray on the nightstand and slipped into bed. The nerdy girl quickly sucked my other nipple into her mouth, her bushy hair brushing my flesh. Her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her wet pussy rubbed on my skin, slippery wet and hot.

I groaned, loving it, humping against Xiu's wonderful tongue, savoring my two sluts nursing so hard on my tits. They were so hungry, so eager to make me writhe and explode on their lips. I groaned, my eyes rolling back into my head.

"Looks like a party in here," giggled Lillian.

"Uh-huh," I groaned. "Why don't you join us?"

"I do love to party!"

The goth slut strutted in, dressed in a black corset that cupped her small, pale breasts and left her pink nipples bare. A very short skirt made of black gauze barely covered her pussy, and her pale thighs were clad in black stockings held up by lacy, red garters.

I licked my lips. "Come sit on my face, Lillian."

"Oh, I would love that, Mistress."

Lillian practically skipped to me, climbing up onto the bed and straddling my face. Her pussy was shaved, perfumed by tart arousal. I shuddered on Xiu's tongue as she lowered her wet cunt to my eager lips.

Yum.

She groaned as I licked through her pussy, enjoying her flavor and the moans that issued from her lips. My tongue licked and swirled while my nipples throbbed. Jessica and April sucked hungrily, sometimes nipping, both driving me wild.

But not as wild as Xiu's tongue sliding through my pussy.

I began mimicking what Xiu was doing to my pussy on Lillian's. The slut loved it. When Xiu's tongue slipped into my sheath, I shoved my tongue into Lillian's cunt, enjoying the feel of the silky, wet walls on my tongue. Then Xiu nibbled gently at my clit.

"Oh, Mistress!" Lillian gasped as I gently nipped at her clit with my teeth. "That feels wonderful. Thank you, thank you! I'm the luckiest slut in the world!"

"Mmm, you are," I groaned.

Xiu giggled between sucks on my clit.

April and Jessica made my nipples ache. Their lips and tongues sent pleasure tingles from my nub down to my pussy. Jessica sucked hard, nipping at my nipple while April let her tongue do most of the work, swirling about my nub, then gently kissed my breast. The whole time she humped hard at my thigh.

I loved the feel of her pussy cream on my skin.

I had three mouths kissing and licking me, driving me closer and closer to a shuddering orgasm. I trembled, moaning into Lillian's pussy as I churned through her folds faster and faster. My toes curled, delight rushing through me.

And the pressure built. Every suck at my nipples, every lick through my pussy, sent me closer and closer to exploding. I loved it. I gripped Lillian's thighs, devouring her cunt with every ounce of my passion while my pleasure built and built and built.

I screamed my pleasure into Lillian's pussy when I detonated.

"Fuck yes!" moaned Lillian, cumming and flooding my mouth with her tart juices. "Thank you! Oh, thank you, Mistress!"

I drank down her flood as Xiu drank down mine. The pleasure surged through me. I savored it, all the delight whipping through me. All the rapture. The bed creaked and groaned as I thrashed on it. My eyes rolled back into my head. I loved it. I never wanted it to stop.

But it did.

It was still amazing.

Lillian cuddled next to me when we both came down from our high, a huge grin on her face. I reached over her to grab a slice of honeydew melon as Xiu, April, and Jessica slipped into a daisy chain on the floor.

I took a bite of the sweet melon, listening to the moans of pleasure from the three sluts. When I felt nausea churn in my stomach, I bolted to the bathroom.

Chapter Five

We shall use every weapon at our disposal to slay the Tyrants, every resource that we can lay our hands on. No power is too dark, no act too heinous. We shall not balk at the task before us. We shall not rest until the Tyrants are dead. We are everywhere. We are legion.

--excerpt from 'The Patriots Manifesto', Author Unknown

Mark Glassner - Washington D.C.

This morning sickness is all your fault, Mark Glassner! Mary sent. I could feel her discomfort in her thoughts suddenly bursting through my mind.

I was balls-deep in Desiree's pussy at that exact moment, fucking the Latina slut as she ate out Tibby's cunt. Bryanna knelt next to Desiree, Alison busily sucking my cum out of the girl's ass. I was enjoying one last romp with the mother and daughter before I left to attend to Congress.

Just think of our daughter, I sent back, my cock throbbing in Desiree's pussy, washing it clean of the barely legal slut's ass. Just picture how beautiful she'll be when you hold her in your arms.

Who are you fucking? There was a strange, accusatory tinge to her thoughts.

Desiree while she eats out this MILF's ass. Alison is next to us, eating my cum out of the daughter's ass.

You're having an orgy while your wife is suffering?

I frowned and stopped thrusting into Desiree. What's wrong, Mare?

"What's wrong, mi Rey?" Desiree asked, looking over my shoulder.

I ignored her, just letting my cock marinate in her hot cunt. Bryanna moaned and squealed beside her, squirming as Alison sucked my cum out of her bowels. The cute girl panted and groaned, clawing at the hotel's sheets.

I just hate vomiting, Mary said, sounding so frustrated, so in need. And I wish you were here. I like it when you hold my hair. It's not the same with Lillian.

I wish I was there, too. And it was the truth. I'd rather be with my wife as she threw up than fucking the tight cunt wrapped about my pussy. It's only until tomorrow. Then I'll be there to hold your hair. I love you.

I love you too. She already sounded better. You can keep fucking Desiree. Make her scream for me and give my love to the other sluts.

I will.

I resumed thrusting into Desiree's cunt, feeling her hot, tight tunnel wrapped about my dick. The friction burned about my dick, my balls swelling with my need to cum again. They thwacked into her clit, making her tremble.

"Was that mi Reina?" she asked. "Talking to you?"

"Yeah, she said she loves all of her sluts."

Alison beamed, her lips sticky with cum. "Oh, that's so nice of her!"

"Don't stop!" Bryanna gasped. "I'm so close to cumming. Keep licking me, slut!"

Alison giggled and dived back into the girl's ass. She licked and tongued, desperate for my cum. Alison was my first slut, my most eager one. The only one I didn't use mind control powers on to recruit. She had been willing.

So very willing. I loved her enthusiasm. I loved the sight of her pink hair spilled over Bryanna's ass while she lapped my cum out of the girl's bowels. It made my dick ache so badly in Desiree's tight cunt.

My balls tightened. I was nearing that wonderful edge, about to plummet off into the rapture of release. I slammed so hard into Desiree, savoring the feel of her while she feasted on the older woman's hot cunt.

"Fucking slut!" I groaned, slapping her full ass, watching her nut-brown cheeks jiggle. "Damn, you are going to make me cum.

"Yes, yes, cum in me, mi Rey!" she cooed. "Fill me with your spunk so I can make Alison eat me out."

"Mmm, I would love that," Alison purred. "I love eating Master's cum out of a woman's hole. Particularly when that woman's my sexy wife!"

"Then keep eating my ass if you love his cum!" Bryanna moaned. "Oh, Momma, I'm so close to cumming!"

"Me, too, pumpkin," Tibby gasped. "Oh, God, Desiree's tongue is driving me wild. This slut is an expert on muff diving!"

"I taught her well," Alison giggled. "Make that bitch howl, my Latin beauty!"

"Mmm, I will, mi Sirenita. And I want to hear that puta explode on your lips!"

"Oh, fucking yes, I'm going to explode!" Bryanna shouted. "Holy shit! Her tongue's wiggling up my butthole! Oh, my gods! Oh, my fucking gods!" Her body shook and she collapsed onto her belly.

There was a pleased look on Alison's face--a self-satisfied cat licking her lips.

I was almost to my orgasm; just a few more strokes, and I would be basting Desiree's snatch with a huge load of cum. I gripped her hips and slammed into her, savoring every velvety inch of her cunt as my cock plowed in and out. She felt wonderful, driving my balls to distraction

I erupted with a low grunt. My cum fired out of my cock and into my slut's tight cunt. I shuddered, drinking in the rapture surging through me. It was so hot and wild. Her pussy sucked at my dick, so eager for my cum.

"Fuck, Desiree," I groaned as I fired the last blast.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes!" Tibby panted, her pussy grinding into Desiree's face. Tibby collapsed on the bed, quaking as her orgasm crashed through her.

I panted, shuddering, and realized Desiree hadn't climaxed yet. So, after I pulled out of her cunt, I grabbed her clit and rolled it between my fingers a few times. She bucked and screamed, orgasming hard.

I had a front-row view. Her cunt still gaped open from my dick. I could see the pink muscles inside spasming as she came, expelling my white cum with her juices. They spilled down her golden-brown thighs as she wiggled that great ass.

"Thank you, mi Rey!"

"That was fucking hot!" Alison moaned. Then she kissed her wife as her fingers rapidly frigged her clit. The two sluts shared the flavor of a mother's cunt and a daughter's ass as Alison writhed, her orgasm shivering through her.

God, I loved my powers.

After that, I sent Bryanna and her mother home, both bubbling with joy at spending the night with their god. Then Violet brought in my breakfast: scrambled eggs with cheese, bacon, and hash browns. I wolfed it down then dressed in the suit that Korina had laid out for me. The sluts wore their provocative clothes: Violet was the naughty schoolgirl this morning, Alison was stunning as a slutty genie, Desiree wore a naughty nurse's outfit, and Korina dressed as a sexy goth girl.

"Good morning, sir," 51 said, a smile on her ebony face, when I stepped out of my bedroom.

"Let's get going," I said after greeting her with a kiss.

"Mmm, yes," she grinned.

My sluts giggled as we rode the elevator down, joining up with the rest of my bodyguards in the lobby. 51 led the detail, my sexy cops all looking so naughty and dangerous, gripping their submachine guns and marching around me.

It was so sexy walking in the center of a bevy of sexy bodyguards.

Two of the bodyguards opened the hotel doors. A roar washed over me, physical in its presence. The crowd waiting outside was even larger than last night, a tide of people somehow being held back by the Legion, my soldiers. They surged against the soldiers in their eagerness to see me.

I stepped out of the hotel, beaming at the crowd, my sluts around me. I raised my hand, waving. They cheered even louder. Women bared their tits, flashing their god their bountiful, bouncing joy. My grin only grew.

And then everything went blue around me. A shimmering field of rippling energy engulfed me.

I froze, my amulet burning beneath my shirt. Someone had just shot at me, but the bullet was deflected by my amulet. A moment later, as the blue light faded, a loud gunshot cracked across the square.

"Sniper!" 51 shouted, rushing at me.

The bodyguards and soldiers exploding into action, raising their weapons and scanning the crowd. Fear spurred my heart into overdrive and flooded ice through my veins. I just lifted my eyes when the world turned azure again.

And again.

Two more bullets slammed into my shield in rapid succession. I caught a muzzle flash from an apartment window in one of the windows between the explosions, my heart hammering. The crowd screaming.

I focused on the window. It looked closed, the curtains drawn and--

A muzzle flash leaped from the window, a tongue of red-orange flame. Before the world went blue around me again, my amulet burning against my skin, I noticed that the curtain's fabric had not been disturbed in any way.

Magic?

One of the bodyguards seized me, trying to pull me back. But I shook her off. Before me, soldiers pushed through the crowd, struggling to get to that building while the counter-snipers on the hotel's roof opened fire, hitting windows. Glass shattering, curtains fluttering.

Someone was trying to kill me and had failed. The implication of that, with all these people here watching me, hit me with a dangerous, risky idea. There were news crews here--wherever Mary or I went, there were always news and paparazzi around--and they were broadcasting the attack to the world. This was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my Godly powers.

I had already stopped the bullets. Now it was time to bring in a terrorist. A demon. Mary would kill me for this.

* * *

Jerrold Baxter

"Christ," I muttered, lowing my rifle and staring down at the chaos before the hotel, my eyes wide. I knew magic existed but... "Christ."

Four shots had bounced off the Tyrant's... forcefield. Was that what he had? How else to explain the blue energy?

The air hissed, a bullet rippling hot past my cheek. I threw myself back with a startled curse, bullets knifing through the window. The counter-snipers were blind-firing at me. I landed on my back and scrambled farther away, rounds hissing, striking the carpet where I just lay. My heart raced.

"Goddamn it," I muttered, my hands shaking. The entire operation was a bust. It was time to retreat.

I quickly disassembled my rifle. It came apart fast. I had practiced so many times. I set each piece in the foam cutout in the case and then sealed it tight. The soldiers out on the streets would be in the building and crashing through this apartment door in about a minute. They would know the floor and which apartment.

But that left me plenty of time to escape.

I unsheathed a bronze knife. I could do magic, too.

"Pasaq! I shouted and stabbed the air. My knife sank into nothingness, the tip vanishing at a rippling point. Then I started to saw the knife, cutting a portal through the very fabric of reality. Beyond lay the Shadows. Death.

Slipping into the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, was not for the faint of heart. But it was a useful spell, allowing me to get away undetected. Noel had taught it to us after we made our Pacts. The best part: this spell wasn't found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Noel was positive that the Tyrants knew nothing about it. After being freed from their enslavement, she had done her research. She had found out other spells.

Spells that worked once we all had sold our souls to the Devil.

* * *

Noel Heinrich - Philadelphia, PA

"Your intel needs to be updated," Wyatt nodded with a grunt.

"It appears to be," I nodded to my mentor, grinding my teeth as I watched the panicked new coverage. The anchors were already freaking out, asking their colleagues on the scene if they were all right.

And meanwhile he stood there, looking so handsome in his suit, like he was a human being and not a monster. I glared at the man who had stolen my free will, turned me into his sex slave, and got the love of my life murdered!

"Sheila has to be warned," I spat. "The bitch will have the same protection as him."

* * *

Mark Glassner - Washington D.C.

"Get inside, Sir!" 51 shouted at me, pulling at my arm.

"Stay back!" I ordered her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Hurt?" she asked as she let go of me. "Oh, no, what are you doing, Sir?"

"Something bold," I grinned at her and then unleashed Molech's flames.

The fire burst out of my soul, bottled there ever since I had killed the demon. My Celestial gold sword had stolen his power, all the energy he had absorbed after eons upon eons making deals with Mortals and from all the human sacrifices he had received. It had all flowed into me and then into Mary, shared by our souls bound by wishes and spells.

The flames danced harmlessly on me, but anyone touching me would be burned. And it was spectacular. People gasped, pointing to their god, remembering me from a week ago standing in flames with my goddess at my side, presiding over Brandon's execution.

Another servant of evil had to be crushed.

"Uwph," I muttered, activating the levitation spell.

My feet lifted from the ground. I soared over the crowd towards that window. I swallowed my fear of heights. Flying, even a few stories above the ground, unnerved me. I focused on my target: the window. I ignored the growing distance between me and the ground.

As I flew, I summoned my armor, the Celestial gold materializing about me, weighing me down slightly and forcing me to correct my trajectory. My stomach lurched. I wasn't going to fall. I wasn't going to fall.

Damn, I was high up.

Then I was at the window. I braced myself, crossing my arms and relying on my armor's vambraces to protect my face. Only there was no glass to crash into. It was an illusion. Curtains rustled and I did a somersault.

I landed in a living room that looked like it belonged to an old lady, tidy, adorned with doilies and vases and pictures of children hanging on the walls. In the center of the room was a man, dark-haired and muscular, somehow drawing a circle that glowed white in the air.

Drawn by a dagger that appeared to be sunk into nothingness. What the hell was he doing?

The man whirled, yanking his dagger out of the nothingness. It was bronze and glinted sharply as the man went into a fighting stance, the dagger held low. I slipped into an aikido stance, the martial art Azrael had taught me in my dreams.

My heart raced as we eyed each other for a moment. The tension built between us. It was like there was a rope pulling on us both, growing stronger and stronger as we both waited for the other to move, to make the first attack.