The Devil's Pact Pt. 41

My sister's juices flowed as I devoured her. I licked her harder and harder as the pleasure from Dad's cock reaming my pregnant cunt surged through me. I whimpered in delight, my pussy clenching down on his girth as such delicious bliss flowed through me.

Every thrust of my dad's cock made me tremble. It was so hard to worry about Mark flying home when my family distracted me. Missy's hands grabbed my plump breasts, squeezing them. They were so full, my milk coming in as I approached my due date.

"Ooh, yes, you have such great titties!" moaned Missy. "Like stress balls. I love squeezing them while you lick my pussy."

"That's so wrong," Dad groaned. "She's your sister, and you're eating her snatch."

"While you fuck her, Daddy," Missy added. "Ooh, yes, just ram that cock into her pregnant snatch. Make her cum so hard. Then I'll explode."

Missy's hands popped off my tits. A moment later, I heard sloppy sounds of kissing. I shuddered, my snatch tightening on my dad's cock as I pictured my little sister kissing him. Her arms must be thrown about his neck, her small breasts quivering as she ground her snatch on me. It was so wrong. So hot.

My orgasm swelled faster.

I squeezed my pussy down on Dad's cock plundering my pregnant snatch. His strong hands caressed my round stomach. I shuddered, moaning into my sister's cunt, licking through her folds and savoring her incestuous pleasure.

"Oh, god," I moaned, my toes curling. "Oh, Daddy, your cock..."

"Are you going to cum on Daddy's dick?" Missy asked, sounding mischievous. She squirmed her twat on my lips, smearing her hot flesh across my mouth. "Do you want his cum flooding into your pregnant snatch?"

"Yes!" I gasped. "Don't you want his cum in your pussy?"

"So badly!" whimpered my little sister.

I jammed my tongue deep into her hot depths. Her silky walls squeezed down on it as she ground her pussy on my face. Pleasure surged through me, the joy of eating my sister's cunt mixing with the thrill of my dad's dick pumping away at my pussy. My orgasm swelled. I trembled in delight.

Then my orgasm detonated. My pussy convulsed about my dad's thrusting dick. I groaned into my sister's cunt as my pregnant body trembled. Rapture flowed through me, reaching my mind, washing across my thoughts.

"Oh, yes," Dad groaned. "Oh, baby girl, yes!"

"Is she cumming on your dick, Daddy?" Missy asked, bouncing her pussy on my face in excitement, her wet twat smacking my lips.

"So hard!" Dad groaned.

"Then cum in her, Daddy!" squealed Missy. "Do it!"

"Yes!" I moaned into my sister's snatch.

Missy groaned. She shuddered, squirming her snatch on my face. Then her sweet, spicy musk spilled out of her depths. I gasped, drinking it down, loving how delicious my little sister tasted. I reveled in it as the pleasure spilled through me.

"Cum in her, Daddy!" she howled.

"Yes!" our father panted. He rammed his dick into me.

Erupted.

I shuddered at the feel of my father's incestuous seed pumping into my cumming, pregnant depths. His jizz filled me. Such a taboo experience. Something every daughter should feel. My tongue fluttered through my sister's folds, gathering up all her yummy cream flowing out of her as my orgasm peaked.

"Ooh, yes, you filled her with cum for me to enjoy, Daddy!" Missy purred.

With such energetic enthusiasm, my little sister hopped off my face and scampered down the bed, her strawberry-blonde hair swaying, her cute rump wiggling. I shuddered as our dad pulled out of my snatch, making way for her to nestle between my thighs.

She flashed me an impish grin over my pregnant belly before her head dipped down. I gasped as my little sister licked through my waxed-bare pussy, gathering our dad's incestuous cum leaking out of my hot depths.

I smiled at our dad as he watched, shaking his head, a bemused look on his face. After nearly a year of our new family, it still shocked him that we all loved each other in such a perverse way. Did he approve of what Mark and I were doing? Did he hate that we were reshaping the world in our perverse vision? Or did he just accept the realities of the situation?

Either way, I was so glad my family was here to keep me company.

Chapter Two

With their final gasp, the Patriots launched their foul demons upon the Living God.

--The Gospel of April 47:1

Mark Glassner - Air Force One

After Germany, I did the Spanish broadcast, covering Spain and much of Central and South America. Finally finished, I yawned. With another five hours left in the flight, I decided I needed more sleep. It was never to be undervalued. I strolled through the plane, and noticed many of my servants were also sleeping as I passed through the darkened cabin. The bodyguards had earned their rest; they had to be alert most of the time in Japan and now were finally able to relax on the plane ride home.

I found Lillian and Korina awake when I entered the cabin. Korina leaned against a pile of pillows cradling Lillian's head to her breast. Korina's doll face was contorted in pleasure as Lillian's fingers worked in and out of her cunt. Between her fluttering eyelids, I saw her blue eyes. She smiled at me.

"Mmm, my breasts were getting full," Korina purred, hefting her left breast, a drop of white milk glistening on the dark red nipple. "Would you like to help, Master?"

Lillian looked up from Korina's other big teat, smiling lustily at me. White milk stained Lillian's lips. Her black hair, streaked with blue and purple highlights, fell loose about her shoulders. She usually wore them in pigtails but not to bed. Silver piercings dotted her face: on her lip, her eyebrow, and nose. Both sluts were naked, wearing only their gold chokers.

As I crawled onto the bed, Lillian grabbed my head and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth along with sweet, creamy breast milk. She hadn't swallowed, sharing the treat with me. I groaned as her hand slid down my torso, leaving a trail of Korina's pussy juices on her way to grasp my cock.

"Mmm, doesn't she taste wonderful?" Lillian purred when she broke the kiss, her hand pumping up and down my dick.

"She does," I smiled, enjoying her hand. "I bet she tastes even better fresh."

"Uh-huh," Lillian purred, arching an eyebrow. "Shall we, Master?"

I winked at her

Together, Lillian and I each cupped one of Korina's pillowy tits. The pregnancy had swelled them even larger while her nipples became redder. I latched on, tasting a trace of her sweet milk. I sucked hard, milk squirting into my mouth.

It was such a wonderful treat. I revered in the delicious flavor as warm breast milk splashed on my tongue. I nursed hard, pleasure flowing through my body. Partly from gulping down the creamy treat, but mostly from Lillian's hand pumping away on my cock.

"Oh, yes," Korina purred, her doll's face contorting in blissful pleasure. "It makes me feel so sexy to nurse you two."

I sucked harder, her milk spraying into my mouth. I gulped it down, loving the melony aftertaste, almost like cantaloupe, that lingered after every sweet swallow. My dick throbbed in Lillian's hand as she nursed beside me, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled with the same hunger as me.

My hand slid stroked across Korina's taut stomach. After being pregnant for months, it was strange seeing her belly so flat. I moved lower, tickling her bellybutton, making her giggle, before I pressed between her thighs. I found her cunt hot and waxed bare, dripping with her juices.

"Oh, yes, Master!" Korina gasped as I slipped two fingers up inside her, probing into her wet depths as she writhed on the sheets. "That's so good."

And felt good.

I wiggled my fingers inside Korina's snatch, making my slut squirm and writhe more. Her fingers stroked through my dark hair as I nursed from her breast. Her milk warmed my stomach. I loved the flavor, the delight.

The pressure built in my balls. Lillian jerked me off faster and faster. Her hands felt like tight silk as she stroked me. She smeared my precum around the crown, my tip drinking in the friction. I moaned about Korina's nipple.

She whimpered, "Master!"

Her snatch tightened on my fingers. Her hand moved from my hair to stroke my cheek as I kept nursing. I swallowed hungry mouthfuls of her sweet milk. My thumb found her clit. She moaned again, her breasts jiggling as she spasmed. I massaged her bud in hard circles, her pussy growing hotter and hotter around my digits.

Her whimpers made me finger her faster. I plunged my fingers deep into her cunt as I massaged her clit. She groaned, her fingers stroking my face as the pleasure built and built in her. I could feel it. I knew my sluts so well.

"Master, I'm going to cum!" she whimpered.

Lillian purred in delight, keeping her hand pumping on my dick. Every stroke brought me closer and made me massage my busty slut's clit harder. Korina's blue eyes fluttered as she arched her back. Her pussy tightened on my fingers.

Then she bucked and cried out! "Master."

I pumped my digits into her convulsing snatch. Her flesh writhed about them. Her juices squirted out around her. I gulped down her breast milk, savoring the pleasure I gave my slut. I stared into her face as her orgasm surged through her.

"Thank you, thank you, Master!" she whimpered.

I pulled my mouth off her nipple and my fingers from her cunt. "You're welcome slut."

She smiled at that, a pleased smile, showing off all the yummy pleasure she'd experienced. Then she groaned as I smeared my dripping fingers on her nipple. I coated it in her pussy juices so I could enjoy her cream with my milk.

"That looks delicious," Lillian said after popping her mouth off Korina's other nipple.

"Yes, it does." I agreed and engulfed Korina's nipple.

I suckled, tasting her pussy juices and her milk. The two flavors mixed in my mouth. Lillian's free hand, the one not occupied jerking my dick, scooped up some of Korina's juices and coated the free nipple.

"Oh, yes," Korina moaned as we both suckled again.

My balls tensed. The pleasure sliding up and down my shaft was bringing my cum to a boil. I groaned, suckling so hard. I gulped down her milk, suckling as hard as I could. My entire body tensed as the pleasure swelled through me.

Somehow, sensing I was about to cum, Lillian's head shot down Korina's body. I groaned about a fat nipple as Lillian's wet mouth engulfed my cock. She sucked hard, the pleasure shooting down my shaft to my balls.

And triggered my orgasm.

"Fuck!" I grunted, mouth popping off Korina's nipple. My cum fired into my slut's mouth. "Lillian, you are an amazing slut!"

Lillian only moaned as I filled her mouth with my jizz. She gulped it down, swallowing with the same noisy hunger she drank Korina's breast milk. The pleasure rushed through me. Each blast filled me with such euphoria.

My body buzzed. My mind drank in the ecstasy. I clutched onto the pleasure as I groaned through my clenched teeth. I wanted it to last forever. But it only lasted for a brief eternity. A flash of rapture, and then I collapsed, panting.

"Damn, that was good, slut," I groaned.

Lillian popped her mouth off of me, grinning, her cheeks bulging with my cum.

I rolled onto my back, breathing hard and feeling tired after my orgasm. I lazily watched Lillian crawl up Korina's body. The pair shared my jizz. They snowballed it back and forth as my eyes grew heavier and heavier.

The last thing I remember was the pair slipping into a sixty-nine and eating each other's pussies. I drifted off to sleep to the sweet sounds of women making love.

* * *

Noel Heinrich - Unalaska Island

The wind howled past us, whipping cold off the Bering Sea. We stood on the lichen-covered rocks of Unalaska Island, one of the larger islands of the Aleutians. I gripped a pair of binoculars, scanning the sky to the southeast, looking for Mark Glassner's plane. It should be easy to spot in the blue skies since it was being escorted by a squadron of F-22 Raptors and accompanied by several C-135s cargo planes and a KC-135 tanker.

I didn't see it yet.

"Where is his plane?" Davin asked. "I'm freezing my dick off."

I glanced at the heavy-set, shivering Black man, asked. "Why didn't you wear a jacket?"

"Didn't think it would be this cold, Noel. It's May, for Christ's sake. He better show up soon!"

"Maybe they had a headwind," I suggested. Mark was traveling back from Japan. His flight path should take him over the Aleutians pretty close to where we were. We knew what time he took off from Tokyo; he should be soaring over any minute now.

Mark had to be stopped. And soon. America was a shadow of its former self. Once, we were a strong and independent nation. Once, we had freedom. Now, most of the country meekly did whatever he said. They were just drones, happy to follow his commands. There was no passion, no heart or soul any longer, just polite people. Mark had robbed the nation of its will.

Despair had broken my heart.

For six months, we'd tried to kill Mark. And failed every time. He was powerful. He had more tricks up his sleeve than any of us had anticipated. Even in the chaos of the Plague, our best attempts to kill him had failed. We came close in February to taking out Mary, but we only managed to kill a few of their bodyguards.

Every day our cause grew more desperate. If one of their Thralls--and that was three-quarters of the country at this point--saw a person using magic, they would immediately call the Warlock 1-800 number and turn you in. Many of us lost loved ones during the Plague because we couldn't heal them without exposing ourselves. And despite our careful precautions, the Tyrants were tracking us down one by one. Alison and Desiree, with their commando squads, were roaming the nation, capturing or killing any Warlocks they found.

Ten of the Patriots had already been eliminated by those two whores.

"There they are," Wyatt said. He was my old mentor from my FBI days, as well as my second-in-command of the Patriots. He had been very successful in the private security market; his fortune helped to bankroll our operations.

I grabbed my binoculars and spotted the approaching planes. We wouldn't have much time. The brazier was already lit; a greasy, black smoke rose thickly into the air. Drawn around the brazier was a circle and a pentagram along with many Hebrew markings, a summoning circle.

"Aerials, I summon you!" I shouted, mouthing the magical formula we found in De Operatione Daemonum. "Cloak your forms in smoke and appear before me!"

The smoke twitched, swirled about, forming a black vortex. It grew wider and wider, then crashed into an invisible wall--the edge of the circle. A piercing, roaring howl grew and grew, full of anger and frustration as it pounded against the wall. The vortex swirled faster before breaking apart into smaller and smaller vortexes, contracting and shaping into vicious beings. The air crackled and eyes formed, white-yellow lightning. There were dozen of them, howling and chittering like monkeys as they swirled about the circle.

"Release us!" they boomed like thunder in one voice.

"I have a task for you," I answered, putting all the authority and confidence I could muster into my voice.

"Release us! The pain!"

"No! You can rot in that circle!"

"What is your task?" the multitude of voices snarled.

I pointed to the sky. "Take down Mark Glassner's plane!"

Muttered hisses crackled in the circle. "Agreed! Release us!"

I swiped my foot through the circle, breaking the plane. The Aerials, like a swarm of vaporous monkeys, shot into the air, cackling with laughter. There were innocent people on his plane, but I hardly felt any guilt. Anger had burned away my conscience. Freedom had its price. I was more than willing to pay it.

In fact, I already had. My hands could still feel the garrote and hear the choking whimpers.

* * *

Mark Glassner - Air Force One

A metallic, tearing sound shuddered through the plane and dragged me up from sleep. The plane rocked violently as I came awake. Fear clutched my heart at the terrible cacophony. Korina hugged me tightly, panic shining in her blue eyes. I struggled to get up, tangled by my slut's panicked limbs.

"What's going on?" I muttered. There was another ripping noise, and the plane shook violently.

"Everyone fasten your seatbelts," Joslyn barked over the plane's PA. "We're experiencing some mechanical difficulty."

I rolled out of the bed, heading for the door. Another violent shake rattled the plane. I grunted as I stumbled into the wall. I threw up my arm, grunted at the flare of pain. I stumbled, catching myself as the plane shuddered.

"Fuck," I muttered, staring at a long cut oozing blood on my forearm.

The door banged open, revealing a pale-looking 27. She was in command of the bodyguards on this trip; 51 was too far along in her pregnancy to travel. "Sir, there's... something on the wings." She sounded calmer than she looked, her eyes wild. "It's ripping off pieces of the plane."

"What?"

"Spectre, sir."

I shivered at that. Spectre. The code word for minor demons. It meant a Patriot attack.

"They're made of smoke," 27 continued. "We haven't seen these kinds before. They're ripping the plane apart. You need to take a seat, sir. Buckle up."

"Right," I said.

I followed her up the fuselage, gripping the sides of chairs to stay upright as the plane shook and shimmied violently. As I headed forward, I bent over to peer out of the porthole windows. I spotted what looked like smoke monkeys tearing into the wing. More were on the cowl of the engines, pieces of aluminum ripped off and whipped away. Black smoke poured from one engine.

Was the plane on fire?

Adrenaline surged through me, a cold wave that sent my heart beating frantically.

"We need to get out there!" I exclaimed. "Shoot out the windows or something!"

"The plane's going too fast and we're too high up!" 27 objected. "A living person can't go out there, sir. And even if we could hold against the air rushing by, we can't breathe at this altitude!"

No one living could. "Tsalmaveth!"

The moment the spell left my mouth, the temperature in the plane dropped. A silvery mist sprang up through the fuselage and coalesced into twenty-one figures. Thanks to the Patriots, another six of my bodyguards fell defending Mary and my little sister in February, expanding the number of ghosts I could summon.

I'd prefer if their numbers never grew again.

"Master," Chasity greeted with a smile. With her blue eyes, blonde hair, and Nordic cheekbones, the dead slut was the spitting image of a Valkyrie. "We'll sweep these vermin off the plane."

"Good," I said, nodding at the dead bodyguards as they surged out to the wings, ten going right, ten going left. They phased right through the hull of the plane like it wasn't there.

Karen was the only ghost that didn't go out there. She stayed with me.

I sat down and stared intently through the window as the ghosts fired their silver 9mm's at the smoke monkeys. Through the airplane's fuselage, their gunshots sound like small pops. None of my ghosts--or the smoke monkeys for that matter--seemed affected by the 500 mph wind rushing by them. The ghosts stayed in the same place on the wing like their feet were glued to it.

"They're aerials," Karen said, sitting down next to me. "Lesser demons of air, Master."

"Where did they come from?" I asked the ghost.

"From one of the the islands we're flying over." Karen concentrated. "Unalaska Island. But the summoners have already fled."

"The Patriots?"

Karen nodded.

Every time a silver bullet struck one of the smokey aerials, whatever force animated their vapors dispersed, and a small cloud of black would zoom away from the plane. The aerials seemed to ignore the ghosts, instead focusing on ripping apart the plane.