The Devil's Pact Pt. 39

That was a good line of bullshit. Mary was better than me at this. We gave the media a wave and boarded our plane, ignoring the rest of their questions. When the plane reached its cruising altitude, we retired to our private cabin.

Mary undressed. I admired the curves of her body, drinking in her form. The pregnancy gave her skin a lustrous glow. My cock stirred with lust. Even the gentle swell of her baby bump was sexy. I caressed her hips and pulled her close to kiss her.

"I'm tired, Mark," she murmured, putting a hand on my chest.

"Oh, yeah," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. She needed her rest. I should have thought about it.

"Sorry," she said, sensing it and making me feel worse. "I'll make it up to you, okay?" She gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"You don't have to do that," I said. The sluts were in the cabin. I could enjoy Korina's pregnant body, her baby bump more pronounced than Mary's. I turned to head out as she crawled onto the bed.

"Hold me," she murmured, arresting me at the door. "I want to fall asleep in your arms."

I hid my irritated sigh prompted by my horniness. "Of course, Mare."

I went to the bed and snuggled up against her, trying not to press my hard cock into her ass. She wiggled back into me and pressed her rear into my hardon. I kissed her on the cheek, her hair brushing my face, ticklish silk.

She sighed with contentment.

"G'nite," she murmured, already falling asleep.

"Night, Mare."

My cock ached. The wiggling of her plump ass against it did not help. I held my wife, eyes closed, struggling to ignore that throbbing need. As I considered calling in Korina to relieve the pressure in my cock with a quiet blowjob, I fell asleep.

"Finally," Mary said, her voice whispering out of the darkness. "I was wondering how long you were going to stay awake. I was getting lonely."

I blinked, confused for a moment before I realized we shared a dream. My toes wiggled, digging into a sandy beach. Sunlight spilled across my back, warming my flesh while waves crashed into the shore behind my wife. She sat on the white sands in a skimpy, yellow bikini, her skin a golden tan.

My eyes drank in her curvy figure, her stomach flat. She didn't have to be pregnant in the dream. I smiled, noticing her ass looked a little slimmer. She believed her ass was a little too plump. I thought it was perfect. Just enough flesh to squeeze and jiggle.

I looked around for Azrael. But I didn't spot the Angel of Death lurking around. It was through her that we shared dreams. Since Mary and I were Shamans, a mix of the powers of Heaven and Hell, we received an angel to guide us just like a nun or monk would. Azrael was our angelic guide, hoping that we'd use our powers for good instead of our own desires.

"She's not here, Mark," Mary answered. "Sam and I figured out how to connect our dreams without needing Azrael."

"Great," I grinned. Then I let out a hungry whistle. "And damn you are hot in that bikini."

She smiled and stood up, letting me get a good look at her tanned body. "I've always wanted to go to the beach with you. Like Hawaii. And make love in the sea." She grinned, her delightful dimples creasing her cheeks. "I told you I'd make it up to you."

"You did," I grinned, my cock hardening as I drank in her body. "I just thought you meant tomorrow."

"Glad you didn't sneak off to fuck one of the sluts?" she asked as she rose with grace, her breasts jiggling.

"Oh, yeah," I grinned, advancing on her naked, my dick bobbing hard before me.

With a squeal, she dashed to the blue water. Her ass swayed and jiggled beautifully, cupped by her tight bikini bottom, as she ran. I chased after her, plowing into the warm water. White sprayed around me.

I reached for her, but my wife dived into the sea. She kicked through the water, head popping out of the waves farther out. The sea dampened her hair to a darker auburn, almost a deep brown. She trod water, grinning at me.

"Well?" she asked, green eyes flashing.

I dived into the water. It caressed my naked flesh as I swam after her. The warmth relaxed away all my cares and stress of the day. In a few strokes, I reached my wife. I caught her and pulled her to me. We shared a salty kiss.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me as we kissed. We floated in the water and shared our love. My hand moved down her back, finding the ties for her top. I pulled a string. The bikini floated away atop the waves.

I broke the kiss, bending down to stare at her tits. Her breasts were the same golden tan as the rest of her, bobbing just above the waves. With a hungry growl, I bent down, letting the seawater engulf me as I captured her nipple.

"Oh Mark," she moaned as she ground her crotch into my stomach.

Still sucking her nipple, I untied her bikini bottoms. The skimpy cloth floated away, her hot, waxed snatch rubbing directly on my skin. She ground against me, thighs locked about my waist as I sucked on her hard nub.

She grasped my head and pulled my lips off her nipples. Her green eyes smoldered as her lips captured mine in a hot kiss. Brine flavored her lips. Her tongue invaded my mouth, inflaming my lusts. I moaned as her hand, reaching behind her, found my hard cock.

We kissed harder, rocked by the waves as we kissed. I kicked my legs to keep our heads above the warm water, my body trembling. Her hand stroked my cock, pleasure racing down my shaft. I shuddered, hands squeezing and kneading her plump ass.

My dick ached to be in her. Mary either sensed my need, or maybe her pussy needed to be filled, because her hands lifted my cock, guiding me to that hot pussy grinding on my stomach. Her hips shifted, and she engulfed my cock to the hilt.

Mary broke the kiss, moaning, "Yes, yes!"

"My naughty filly," I growled as her spongy warmth engulfed me.

I gripped her ass, fingers digging into her bubbly flesh as she worked her pussy up and down my dick. Her thighs flexed as she fucked me, her breasts heaving between us. She grinned at me, her eyes sparking with naughty delight.

"Yes, yes, yes, I love this cock," she moaned.

"Naughty filly," I groaned.

"Always," she breathed, twirling her hips, stirring her rapturous flesh around my dick.

I groaned, my hips bucking back. I stopped kicking, letting us slip beneath the waves. But that didn't matter. It was a dream. We didn't need to breathe. We only needed to love each other. Her hair fanned around us as we floated in the bright blue of the ocean. Coral glowed along the ocean floor and colorful fish zipped around us.

Our bodies heaved against each other. We slowly spun about as the waves surged to the shore, pleasure rippling through us. Bubbles escaped our lips as we moaned, floating lazily to the surface. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as her pussy boiled around my cock.

Rapture built.

Pleasure swelled.

We writhed against each other. Her cunt squeezed my cock with her familiar grip. I plunged my dick over and over into her pussy, loving the silky pleasure around my dick. I gripped her ass so hard as her hot sheath worked up and down my dick.

Her pussy grew hotter. Her passion grew. I knew how to please my wife.

Muffled moans echoed beneath the water as we gasped and groaned. We stared into each other's eyes, lost in love as our bodies heaved together. Her auburn hair floated about us, the lazy tendrils of a sea anemone.

My balls tensed, bursting to explode.

Her pussy caressed my dick with silky folds.

My body spasmed as the pleasure swelled.

Bubbles exploded from Mary's mouth. Her pussy spasmed about my cock. She thrashed in orgasmic delight, pressing her firm breasts against my chest. I groaned, her cunt milking my cock, hungry for my cum.

I reveled in the feel of her pussy, thrusting harder into her spasming depths. The tight, silky friction brought my balls to a swift boil. I growled, bubbles fountaining from my mouth as I came hard. Tense pleasure surged out of my cock. And cum pumped into my wife.

Her pussy writhed about my dick, massaging me as I spurted over and over. The pleasure burned hot through us both. We clung to each other, sharing our rapture in the warmth of the ocean. I never wanted it to end.

But it did.

I held my wife as we lazily spun in the ocean, coming down from our pleasure. Mary clung to me, her cheek resting on my chest. My cock remained buried inside her and, as she shifted her weight, my dick hardened again.

Our passions grew, urging our hips to move.

I wanted to float with her forever in this ocean, just making love. An eternity of love and passion.

I fucked her again. She ground her clit against me. A second orgasm burst through her, spasming rapture about my dick. She tightly held me, bubbles birthing from her mouth, rising to the surface.

I groaned, driving over and over into her flesh, loving the pleasure trembling my body. I made her feel amazing. And she made me feel like a god. I groaned, my balls ready to burst. Her pussy muscles writhed on my shaft.

A flood of bubbles streamed out of my mouth as my second load of cum shot into my wife's depths. I heaved against her. Every nerve in my body exploded with rapture. My mind drank it in, lost to the pleasure of my naughty filly.

For an eternity, we loved each other.

And then we washed up onto the sandy beach, still wrapped around each other. Mary lay atop me, her wet hair brushing my cheek. I was still inside her, hard and ready. She leaned up on her arms, her breasts brushing my chest. I stroked her cheek. A wave surged around us, warm and salty.

"I wish we could just stay here forever," I said.

She smiled at my words, gently rocking her hips. A slow, languid rhythm. "I would love that."

"We could find a beach like this, away from everything. Leave all of this responsibility behind. Just us and the sluts... and the maids. A magnificent beach mansion full of hot women eager to please us."

Her green eyes sparkled dreamily, then she sighed. "Our enemies would just find us," Mary answered, her words bitter. "The Patriots, Lilith, and..." She swallowed her last word. I wondered whom she was about to name. Ever since she spoke with the Mother Superior, she had been cagey about a revelation.

Something so important that she could reveal it only in the Matmown.

"We have this night," I told her."

"We can return here every night," Mary whispered. "Our safe refuge from the world. Just me and you."

Chapter Four

And in her foul lair, the demon Lilith plotted against the Living Gods.

--The Gospel of April 42:37

Friday, November 8th, 2013 - Mary Glassner - Tacoma, WA

Mark woke me with a kiss. He was sweet that way.

"We're about to land," he said.

I yawned, smiling at my husband. The dream had been such a success. We made love for what felt like hours on that sandy beach. It worked just like Sam predicted. According to her, we could share our dreams without needing Azrael because of how tightly bound together our souls were. The Angel had laid the bridge, but we didn't need her to cross any longer. We were so close that our souls were practically one, chained together by wishes and spells--and love.

We left the cabin and entered the main area, full of lounging bodyguards, most naked or half-undressed. On the plane, they could relax and unwind, playing with the sluts and each other. They didn't have to be vigilant.

"And what led to Sister Cuntrag submitting to Master and Mistress?" April asked. She sat next to Korina, a laptop on her lap and her fingers dancing across the key.

"Master turned her into a bitch," Korina answered. "He put a choke collar around her neck, dog ears on her head, and a butt plug with a dog's tail up her ass. Then he and Mistress took her for a walk outside."

"Haven't you heard that part before?" I asked April.

"Not from Korina, Mistress," April answered. "If I'm going to write your gospel, I need to talk to everyone. Make sure I know all the details and how to present them. Your image has to be maintained."

Mark nodded. All summer, April had been working on her gospel, the first holy scripture to present to our followers. "You know, I never wondered why you chose to do this, slut."

April flushed. "I've always wanted to be a writer. I wrote a few... dirty stories and published them on the internet."

Mark laughed. "What a naughty slut."

I bent down and kissed her on the lips. "You should share those with us."

April managed to blush an even deeper shade of crimson. "They're so terrible, Mistress. But I will."

"I doubt they're terrible at all. You're a good writer. I know your gospel will be remembered."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I sat down next to Mark, leaning my head on his shoulder. It struck that it meant April was writing a scripture about us. Sometimes the sheer magnitude of what we were doing would fall on me, burying me beneath an avalanche of guilt. We weren't gods. We were just two flawed individuals muddling our way through the world, thrust into events beyond our capabilities.

But Lucifer had to be stopped. We had to have the world prepared in case the worst should happen. If the Gates of Hell are opened, and the Devil and his ilk are unleashed to plague mankind, we would have to stop them. They would transform Earth into Hell, oppressing and enslaving everyone.

This mess was our fault. Mark and I were both too weak to have made better choices, and now we had to reap the harvest we sowed.

We landed at McChord Air Field, part of Joint Base Lewis-McChord. It was a combined Army and Air Force installation that bordered the city of Lakewood. A different limo waited for us than the one we used in Kansas. We had several armored limos that were flown about on one of our many C-130 cargo planes. There was no media waiting for us in the early hours of the morning, only an honor guard of Airmen.

Thank god for that. I didn't want to deal with the press.

The limo drove us north on I-5 to the Murano Hotel, our temporary home while we built our Mansion back in South Hill. After Brandon burned down our neighborhood, we had commandeered the hotel in downtown Tacoma for our residence. I was still tired. The flight was only a few hours. Just long enough to take a nap. I needed more sleep.

The lobby was full of our maids, dressed in a variety of sexy maid outfits. They were mostly between eighteen and twenty, but a few were older women. They were all recruited by Willow out of her gynecological clinic and bound to Mark with the Zimmah spell. The sluts were too important to waste on cleaning the hotel.

"Master, Mistress," Pearl bowed. She was the chief maid. Her eighteen-year-old daughter, Cindy, was one of the thirty or so maids who greeted us. "Welcome back."

I frowned, noticing young Cindy glancing at our party, a hopeful smile on her lips. I turned my head. Violet, standing by her girlfriend April, returned the smile, her fingers twitching. Was this why Violet had acted distant from April the last week or so?

Had she met someone new?

I groaned, fearing drama in our future.

"Karishma will be joining your maids," Mark said to Pearl, drawing my attention back to him. He had brought the beautiful Indian nurse forward. "I haven't bound her yet, so don't let her see anything sensitive. I'll take care of that later today." He yawned. "After we get some more sleep."

"Of course, my Lord," Pearl bowed. Then she took Karishma's hand. "Mmm, aren't you a pretty one? The girls and I will take good care of you."

The other maids gave wicked giggles. They were a frisky bunch.

All of our family and employees had rooms in the hotel. Only people bound by the Zimmah spell stayed here now. Leah, our chauffeur, was greeted by her husband and wife. I was glad their three-way marriage worked out. It was wonderfully romantic watching Rachel and Leah fall in love that weekend in New York, and Jacob rounded out their threesome nicely.

"Let's get to bed," I told my husband, taking his arm and leaning against him.

His hand touched my belly. I loved when he did that.

The elevator opened as we neared it. Sam stepped out naked, trailed by an equally nude Candy, her love slave and girlfriend. I flushed as I saw the girl-cock swinging between Sam's legs and the cum dripping out of Candy's pussy.

"Sorry, Mary," Sam said, a blush suffusing her dusky cheeks. "Forgot to put it away."

"Oh, no, I don't mind," I said, licking my lips.

But Sam was already concentrating. Her dick shrank, retreating back into a little clitoris nestled in her pussy lips. Memories of having my own cock flooded my mind, part of a deal I made with Lilith to save Mark from a spell. I remembered the feeling of warm pussy engulfing my girl-cock and the intense release of a male orgasm.

My pussy grew juicy. Could Mark handle me having a cock I could dismiss? We could fuck the same woman, using her holes together. But what if he couldn't handle it?

He's watched Sam fuck other women. I'd seen the lust burning in his eyes. But Sam wasn't his wife, and he never fucked her once since she gained her futa-cock. I pushed down my desires. I didn't want to take that chance that he would stop seeing me as a woman. It wasn't worth the risk of causing a rift between us.

Even if I burned to create my own girl-cock sometimes. I knew the spell. The Magicks of the Witch of Endor contained it.

"It's finished," Sam answered once her dick shrank.

"What is?" I asked, and then a yawn widened my mouth. "Sorry."

Mark and I'd been traveling the country for the last three days. The NSA had turned its considerable capabilities into spying on U.S. Citizens, and we crashed several protest rallies and placed more resistors under our control before stopping in Omaha to spend the day healing.

Still no sign of those damned Patriots, though.

"The Matmown!" Excitement filled Sam's voice. "Just a few hours ago. We were celebrating!"

"Yes, we were," giggled Candy.

Energy surged through me, banishing my fatigue. "You tested it?"

"I summoned Karen, and she could not see us within it," Sam confirmed. Karen, our dead slut, could be summoned with the proper spells. As a spiritual being, she proved that the Matmown would keep our conversation safe from the wrong ears hearing.

I glanced at Mark. Eagerness in his eyes. He was desperate to learn what secret I had been holding back these last six weeks. Maryām, the Mother Superior of the Nuns, pressed upon me the necessity of not revealing the truth of Lucifer's plans outside of a Matmown. The Devil could not know that we were moving against him.

It was the only chance we had.

* * *

Lilith - The Abyss

I glared at Samnag Soun as I haunted the Shadows. If hate could reach through the barrier between life and death, my gaze would stop her foul heart. Her and that slattern, Candy. They killed my daughter, my sweet Luka. They cut off her head and buried her with a mouth full of dirt.

And now they would take away my best tool against Mark and Mary: spying on them.

I'd be blind.

I gnashed my teeth as Mark, Mary, Sam, Candy, and all the sluts trooped into the elevator. I wanted to step through the Shadows and rip off all their heads. Mark had killed two more of my daughters--my beautiful Dimme twins. Rage boiled inside me. Only my spirit traveled to the Abyss. My vessel rested safely in Seattle. I couldn't touch Mark even if I manifested into the mortal world.

I would only be an insubstantial specter.

It was just as well. I would most likely die if I tried. My skills weren't found in the martial. Mark had slain Molech, one of the most powerful of the Demon Princes in physical strength and combat prowess. Only Lucifer could rival Molech in a contest of arms.

Around me prowled Mark's dead whores--Chasity, Karen, the others. They were always hovering in the Shadows around Mark and Mary, protecting them from the Patriots' foolish attacks. The ghosts had tried to drive me off in the beginning, but I was a spiritual being, so I could harm the ghosts.