The Devil's Pact Pt. 39

Her cunt rippled on my cock as I savored her passion. I didn't even have to fuck her. I just had to let her pussy milk my dick. I shivered, pressing my body tight against hers, more Lust bleeding into her flesh. Our round breasts rubbed together as I captured my daughter's mouth in a sweet kiss.

Lamia hugged me, raking her fingers down my back. The hot pain urged me to fuck her hard, to pound her. My hips responded, pulling back my cock through her hot depths and driving into her spasming folds.

"Yes," I panted, breaking the kiss.

"Mother, your cock! Oh, Mother, thank you!" She thrashed, words spilling from her mouth as ecstasy wracked her body.

She never stopped cumming as I fucked her harder and harder. Her fingers found my ass, biting into my butt-cheeks, pulling on my hips. I plowed her, reveling in her hot depths. Her cunt delight made flesh, created by me for my own pleasure.

I rose, my large breasts jiggling, and threw her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy grew even tighter on my dick, spasming harder as I hugged her legs to my pillowy tits. I thrust so hard, her big breasts bouncing and jiggling, her face twisting in rapture.

"So good! Mother! Your cock is so good! Fuck me! Never stop fucking me! Mother!"

My ovaries frothed with passion, bursting with my seed. Every thrust brought me closer and closer to erupting. My girl-dick ached in her depths. I slammed in again and again, loving the friction, savoring the worship of her moans.

I watched my daughter's near-perfect breasts heave with her never-ending orgasms. Her fat nipples waved, her flesh rippling. She squirmed and writhed, her pussy bringing me closer and closer to my explosion.

"Lamia!" I groaned, burying into my daughter's cumming snatch.

My girl-jizz exploded out of my ovaries. My black seed pumped into her infertile womb. I shuddered, pleasure racing through my body. My Lust reached out through the entire warehouse, triggering the women and my monstrous daughters to orgasm with me.

I savored my daughter's pussy until all the cum fired out of me. And then, with a groan, I pulled out of her, panting. My black seed stained her cunt, dribbling out of her depths. I took in a deep breath, my body savoring the pleasure.

"Mother," Lamia mewled. "Thank you."

"We're not done," I purred, my dick still hard. Still needing more pleasure.

I rolled her over and spread the cheeks of her ass. She didn't fight me as I brought my huge, dripping girl-cock to her tight asshole. I rammed it in hard, more orgasms writhing through her body. Tight, hot bowels spasmed about my dick.

I violated her hard, sodomizing her with powerful thrusts. I leaned over her, my breasts pillowing on her back, and fucked her hard. My weariness faded with every stroke, my exhaustion wiped away by the ecstasy of sex.

I was Lilith. I did not need sleep. I just needed passion. Lust.

I plowed her bowels fast. My orgasm rose faster and faster. I didn't savor it. I just wanted the ecstasy rushing through me. My ovaries tightened, another load of girl-jizz eager to fill her. I slammed into her bowels, groaning, and erupted.

My cum poured into her tight ass so fast, spasming out of me and drowning her in my Lust. Her bowels sucked at my cock, so eager to be filled. She mewled and moaned, squirming as I filled her with more of my black cum.

"Oh yes!" I purred. "Take your mother's seed."

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped. "Oh, Mother, yes!"

I fired a final time into her bowels and ripped my cock out. Black jizz leaked out of her asshole. She spun about and engulfed my cock, sucking me into her warm mouth. I gripped her purple hair and stared down at her mouth obscenely sucking my cock clean of her ass.

"That's it," I hissed. "You're just so depraved, cleaning your Mother's cock."

Lamia moaned her agreement.

I fucked her face, gripping her purple hair. I slammed hard, driving my cock down her throat, washing off her ass. She sucked so hard, tongue dancing as she worshiped me. She knew how to please her mother.

I groaned as her fingers slid up my thigh, brushing the wet lips of my pussy. My dick throbbed in her sucking mouth when her digits penetrated me. Dual sensations rippled through my body. She fingered me fast, hard. Made me shiver and quake.

"My wonderful daughter! Take it all!" I moaned, shoving my cock roughly down her throat, pressing her nose and lips into my silvery bush. "What a whore I birthed!"

She moaned, cumming over and over as my Lust flooded her. Her moans vibrated about my cock. Her fingers pumped faster and faster inside me, igniting a fire in my pussy that boiled my ovaries. I savored her throat constricting about me, the pressure rising and rising.

Then I ripped my cock out of her mouth, jerking it with one hand. My pussy clenched on her fingers. Then my cock sprayed black pitch on her heaving breasts and splattered her radiant face. She moaned her orgasmic delight, tongue licking my salty cream, the dark seed running down her body to her heaving tits.

"What a beautiful daughter," I panted, admiring her near-perfect body--only falling short of perfection when compared to mine. My seed drenched her, a radiant smile on her face. Her legs spread. More pitch oozed from her cunt.

I mounted her, driving my cock into her sheath.

I fucked my daughter for hours. When she tired, I blessed Crystal with my ecstasy, until the mortal girl was near exhaustion, and then I pounced on my Lamia. I came in every hole she had, fucked her in every position known to woman. My seed oozed black out of her, and more of my pitch stained her skin in ropy strands.

"My Goddess," a voice whispered urgently.

"What?" I asked, my cock buried in Lamia's cunt again. Lana knelt beside my bed. When had she arrived?

"Mark's soldiers are encircling the city, they--"

Zuzu's loud, piercing screech filled the night from her perch on the roof.

"They are here," I said, voice calm despite my heart hammering in my chest. "You know what to do."

* * *

Mark Glassner - Joint Base Lewis-McChord, WA

"I'm going, Mark," my wife declared, her emerald eyes iron with determination. We stood in the headquarters of the Special Forces Compound on the military base.

"It's not safe, Mare," I objected. "You're pregnant. Think about our child."

"If you're going, I'm going," she firmly said. "If you die, so does our child, so it hardly matters."

I threw my arms up in frustration. "The soldiers are going to need my abilities. They'll be fighting Lilith's daughters."

"And that's why I should be there! I've been practicing my magic." She reached out and stroked my face. "Please. I can't just sit here and wait. Not when you'll be out there in danger."

"But..."

"It's settled," she said, tossing her auburn ponytail. "I'm going, so just accept it."

"Fine," I sighed, not wanting another fight with her. "But you stay back."

"I'll be fine! I have this stab vest on." A black vest that looked like a cop's body armor covered her torso, stitched with angular symbols. "Sam says it's as effective as your armor."

"My armor covers more places," I muttered.

"I'm glad that's settled," she said, and kissed me on the lips. "Besides, you'll be there to protect me." Then she whispered in my ear, "Last time I saw you fight, I got so excited! My pussy's dripping just thinking about watching you fight. When we're done, I'll fuck your brains out."

I felt my cock stir in my black fatigues. "Really?"

"Mmm, you have no idea how hot you were when you fought Molech," she purred.

There was a knock on the door. "Sir," 51's muffled voice said through the door, "General Brooks says it's time."

"Summon your armor," Mary smiled. "Look impressive for our troops."

The gold armor materialized out of thin air, settling about my body. My wife took my arm, smiling at me. I really should put my foot down, but I could see it in her eyes. I would lose this fight. My stomach twisted anyways.

Outside, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion, 75th Rangers Regiment stood assembled in their battle dress, floodlights illuminating the parade ground. The soldiers looked bulky in their khaki uniforms, body armor, helmets, night vision goggles, belts festooned with grenades, ammo clips, and rifles slung across their chests. I glanced at my watch. It was nearly four AM.

By now the 3rd Combat Brigade (Stryker) would have Seattle surrounded, and would start taking strategic sites in the city by 0430 hours. The other companies of the 2/75 Rangers would be deployed by Black Hawk helicopters at the same time around the city, capturing key locations.

The rangers saluted sharply as I approached the podium. I was nervous, not sure what I should say. "Men!" I shouted. "A grave threat has been festering in the city of Seattle. The demoness Lilith has nested there, birthing a brood of foul monsters. They are stronger than a normal human, faster, with lethal abilities that only your darkest nightmares could birth.

"But do not fear! This is why you swore your service, your honor, and your fidelity to me. I have gifted you with weapons that can hurt these abominations and granted you greater strength and reflexes. Tonight, we shall crush Lilith's monsters, capture the foul bitch, and free the people of Seattle, my people, from her bondage!

"This is America, not some demon's playpen!" Only a false god's, I thought, suppressing a stab of guilt. But it was all for the greater good.

A cheer roared from the soldiers, thundering through the air. I felt their patriotism, their worship, their eagerness to go out and kill the enemy. I stared at their young faces, nodding my head as their enthusiasm inspired me.

"Rangers lead the way!" someone shouted.

The entire company bellowed back, "All the way! Hooah!"

Energized and grinning, I ripped my bronze knife from its sheath and stabbed it into thin air, yelling, "Pasaq!"

The tip of the knife sank into nothingness, vanishing into the veil between life and death. I cut a portal to the Shadows, like sawing through thick molasses. Next to me, Mary did the same thing. This spell wasn't found in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. We learned it from the Patriot who had tried to kill me in Washington, D.C. last month.

It disturbed me to learn that there were at least three other books, grimoires as Sam called them, that had working spells in them. Spells that weren't contained in the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. How many other books were out there? What were other Warlocks discovering?

"Stay close!" I shouted as the Rangers glanced hesitantly at each other, then poured through the portals. "We shall lead you through the darkness."

It was misty on the other side.

"Master," Chasity said, the dead woman stepping out of the fog with the other dead bodyguards. They lurked in the Shadows around Mary and me, protecting us from the Patriots. Three times, according to Chasity, the terrorist group had sent their people into the Shadows to assassinate us.

Mary and I led the soldiers through the top layer of the Abyss, the world a blur of swirling mists, nothing quite substantial. Distances were different in the Shadows. After only fifteen minutes of marching, I felt my stomach lurch. I knew, don't ask me how, that if I cut my way out of the shadows, we'd be at the warehouse.

"Captain, ready your men," I ordered. "We're about to attack."

The captain nodded, barking orders. The men knew their roles, already splitting off into four groups and moving around in the mist, guided by Mary and me. Their gear jingled and rattled as they gripped weapons.

At 0430, we would assault.

It was surreal in the Shadows. In the real world, the warehouse was as long as two football fields, yet the four groups were practically standing next to each other. They waited at where the building's four corners intersected with the Shadows. At those points, Mary and I would draw the portals for the attack. Lieutenants and sergeants gave their men last-minute instructions on the assault. Nervous energy swirled along with the gray mists and the ever-present chill.

My watch's alarm went off.

I drew the southwest corner portal as Mary carved the northeast. It was easier to make the portal on this side. It took almost no effort. "Humans don't belong in the Shadows," Sam had explained, "therefore it is easier to escape it than to enter."

The first opened onto the real world, the warehouse's dark form rising into the night. I took the few steps to the southeast corner and drew the second portal. It went fast. Then I raced to my wife at the northwest corner where she finished drawing the last one.

The first soldiers streamed through without making a sound, weapons readied, and night vision goggles switched on. Mary pulled on a pair of enchanted sunglasses that would let her see as if it was noon. She looked fierce in her body armor, black fatigue pants, and dark sunglasses. She had her auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail. Fierce and sexy.

I pulled on my own pair of sunglasses. Sam did great work. I could see everything clearly as I followed the rangers through the portal, trailed by Mary. I took two steps, the soldiers approaching the entrances to the warehouse and--

A piercing screech filled the night, the twisted cry of a bird malformed by sickness.

For a moment, everything was silent, and then Lilith's daughters attacked.

To be continued...