The Devil's Pact Pt. 41

I shuddered and broke the kiss, swallowing the last of my own milk. "Let's see if I can get you off by doing this, Master."

I felt his eyes on me as I kissed down Violet's neck. It was my turn to taste her breast milk. She kept fingering me, making me tremble, as I kissed at her snowy breasts. I reached her pinnacle, brushing her nipples. They had grown larger. I engulfed one, suckled.

She cooed in delight and ran her hands through my bushy, brown hair. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed harder. Every time her milk squirted into my mouth, she moaned in delight. I missed these sounds so much.

I was loving my fellow slut once more.

"Yes, yes!" Violet whimpered. "Suckle, April! Drink my motherly love! I love it!"

Those were such naughty words to hear. I shuddered and jammed my fingers into her pussy. We fingered each other while I suckled from her breast, pumping away our digits. Pleasure rippled through me as I made her squeak in delight.

Then she was kissing me and we were snowballing her milk back and forth as we squirmed on each other's nipples. We both whimpered and moaned, our tongues dueling, our pussies clenching on the other's fingers.

"Violet," I moaned as she sucked on my other nipple, milk flowing. More dribbled down my breast. "That's so hot."

Back and forth we nursed from each other. We'd take a few quick suckles and then swap. My nipples tingled. Our creamy treat ran down both our breasts, leaking out of our nipples as we shuddered on the limo seat. Our fingers plunged faster and faster, making such naughty sounds.

Just like Xiu made while slurping and sucking on Master's cock.

Then he leaned over to us. I gasped as he licked up my round breast, licking up my milk. He flicked my nipple before turning his head and gathering a line of cream from Violet's tit. I shuddered as he groaned in delight, savoring our milk.

"Violet!" I gasped.

"April!" she whined.

We stared into each other's eyes. We came like the sluts we were.

Pleasure exploded in my cunt. It spasmed through my body. I bucked and shuddered, screaming out my delight. My pussy spasmed on her plunging fingers while her hot twat convulsed on my pumping digits. Juices flooded out of us both.

And such wonderful pleasure surged through my body. I squealed and spasmed on the seat. I whimpered in pure delight. I kissed Violet, forgave her, and loved her as my slut-sister. We were the same.

We were owned. We were theirs.

And that was so wonderful.

* * *

Mary Glassner

I leaned over and engulfed Korina's nipple as Violet and April came like the wild sluts they were. I was so glad Mark was back and safe. I shuddered as comforting breast milk squirted into my mouth. Each woman had a slightly different taste: Korina was very sweet, April was mild, and Violet's had a richer flavor. Then I purred in delight as Mark stroked my pregnant belly.

I couldn't wait for my turn to nurse Mark.

I groaned as his fingers moved down my belly to my pubic mound. I spread my thighs, reveling in the taste of Korina's breast milk. He pushed between my thighs, stroking my waxed snatch. He stroked up and down my pussy lips, making me so juicy, before thrusting inside of them.

"Oh, Mistress!" moaned Korina as I nursed.

I shuddered, Xiu still sucking on my husband's cock while he fingered my pussy. I suckled hard at Korina's breast. The doll-faced slut whimpered as I nursed from her pillowy tit. Her milk flooded my mouth. But I didn't swallow it.

Watching those two sluts swap breast milk turned me on.

I popped my lips off Korina's nipple and hooked Mark's neck. I pulled his face to mine. He thrust a third finger into my pussy as our mouths met. He groaned as I shoved sweet breast milk into his mouth with my agile tongue.

His fingers jabbed so deep into my hot cunt. He grunted over and over as he orgasmed. Xiu made noisy gulps as my husband came in her mouth. I smiled into the kiss, feeling the pleasure rack my husband's body.

He fingered my pregnant snatch faster and faster. The excitement in the air had me quivering already. As the limo turned into the mansion's entrance, my toes curled in pure bliss. My body bucked. My snatch convulsed about his fingers.

Such pleasure shot through me. I held him so tight to my mouth. My husband had come back to me. He'd survived another attack by those damned Patriots. We came closer and closer to making the world a Utopia.

And soon, our daughter would be born. A little bit of Mark mixed with a little bit of me to create a whole new person. I quivered against him, my orgasm burning so hot through my pussy. My flesh spasmed on his digits.

"Welcome home, Mark," I breathed when I broke the kiss, both of us panting from our orgasms.

He gave me that boyish smile I loved so much.

Chapter Four

I was born at 12:03 AM, May 2nd, 2013. It feels like a dozen lifetimes to me. Over sixty years ago, though you'd never know it to look at my flesh. The world celebrated my birth. They called me a demigoddess. But to my parents, I was merely Chase, their daughter. The symbol of their love.

--excerpt from The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner

Korina's breast milk lingered on my lips as the limo drove down the gravel driveway--only temporary--that led to our mansion. I couldn't wait until I could try Mary's breast milk. I wanted to nurse from my wife so badly.

Ahead, our mansion approached. It was an imposing structure, made of dark wood and stone with a huge porch supported by basalt pillars, reminiscent of government buildings. It was three stories tall, with two, long wings, only two stories tall, flanking the sides. Gardeners were everywhere, landscaping the grounds. They stopped in their work to kneel as our limo passed. Most of the gardeners were men who were boyfriends or husbands of the various women that served us: the maids, bodyguards, and the technical staff.

The limo pulled up before the main porch. A pair of maids waited there. They opened the limo's doors. "Master, Mistress," they purred, curtsying. They were all so lovely. I admired their breasts through their mesh bodices before I climbed out. Then I helped out my pregnant wife. She clutched her belly, swaying for a moment as I held her.

"Looking good," I said to her once she was settled. Together, we walked up the steps. "It looks like it's all coming together nicely."

"Yes, yes," Mary said, her face coming alive. "All the artwork I've... requisitioned has arrived, too."

I grinned at her. Mary was an artist herself, and now she had the chance to feel our home with all the great works of mankind from paintings to vases, statues to busts. Museums and private collectors were honored to hand over their art to improve their Living Gods' home. Everywhere you looked was decorated with something stunning as we headed to the east wing where our suite lay. Our suite was really its own apartment within the mansion. We had our own living room with a state-of-the-art entertainment cent, a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi--those had become Mary's best friend in the last trimester of her pregnancy--a spacious bedroom, an office for me, an art studio for Mary, and a nursery for our soon-to-be-born daughter.

"God, I missed you," Mary moaned the moment we entered our suite.

I smiled at her. "God? Cursing with my name?"

She rolled her eyes. "I've just been so horny."

"Your dad not satisfying you?" I asked. I didn't like her being with other guys. I didn't object because it was only fair that she could take whomever she wanted into her bed. But with her dad it was different. It was just hot. So naughty. I enjoyed watching them commit incest.

"Mmm, his dick isn't as big as yours," she purred before kissing me with passion.

Her tongue probed my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck. She clung to me, squirming against me. I drank in the feel of her lips and the way her pregnant belly rubbed into my stomach. My hands found the hem of her dark-blue maternity dress. I hiked it up and gave her plump ass a squeeze.

It had been a week since I'd seen my wife, and we were both missing each other. We shared our dreams, but it was more satisfying in the flesh.

Mary broke the kiss so I could pull her dress over her head. I dropped it to the floor as I took a step back to admire her naked body. She radiated such beautiful joy, such ripe, feminine delight. Despite her large, round stomach, she wasn't fat. Her skin had a lustrous shine to it, and her breasts were full, still perky, her areolas had grown larger, and a red tint darkened her dusky nipples.

"So beautiful," I whispered.

"Even when I'm all fat and ugly?" she asked.

"You could never be ugly." I shook my head. "Damn, I missed you so much, Mare."

She smiled and asked, "Even with all those hot, little Japanese schoolgirls begging to be fucked?"

"Well, they did help ease my loneliness," I said with a grin. "I should have brought a few home."

"Yes, you should have." She smiled. "I expect you to make it up to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

I kissed her hard. My dick throbbed as I stroked her naked body, caressing her smooth skin. She moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of my mouth on hers. I squeezed her ass--God, I loved her plump rump--as I savored her lips.

But my dick throbbed. I needed her.

She gasped as I scooped up her pregnant form and cradled her in her arms. She had such a beaming smile on her face as I carried her to our bedroom. I set her down on our bed with such care, watching her body stretch out, so ripe and inviting.

Her hands found my cock and stroked it. Her green eyes grew naughty. "Mmm, I need a dick in me."

"I think I can be persuaded to help with that."

"Persuaded?" she asked, rubbing her thumb across the tip of my dick. "What sort of persuasion?"

"That kind," I groaned, pleasure trembling through me.

I laid down next to her and scooped her up in my arms again. Our lips met, my tongue probing into her sweet mouth. I leaned over her, taking care to keep my weight off her stomach. I devoured her mouth as the tips of her hard nipples pressed against my chest. Her lips were wet and playful as she kissed me and nibbled on my lips, using her tongue to play with mine.

I felt tension, not all of it, from the attack melt away with every moment. I didn't have to be afraid any longer. I was with my wife. We were together. I'd survived one more time. I couldn't help but touch her pregnant belly, feeling the life growing in her.

Mary moaned. Her kisses grew more passionate as my left hand roamed up to her breasts. Her skin felt like silk. I enjoyed caressing her on my way up to her full breast. She whimpered into my kiss as I gave it a squeeze.

"Mmm, I need your cock in me," Mary purred. "I don't need any foreplay. The limo was more than enough."

"Then my horny filly will get all the cock she craves."

She smiled at me before rolling onto her side. Making love with a pregnant wife could be awkward, and we found it was most comfortable for Mary on her side. I grabbed a pillow and she slipped it under her stomach for support. I gazed at her, looking so beautiful, her auburn hair spread out around her head, her body so ripe.

My dick ached and throbbed for my goddess.

I spooned her from behind. My hard dick rubbed against her plump ass. She parted her legs, giving me access to her waxed pussy lips. She whimpered as I rubbed my dick against her soaked twat, her juices coating my tip.

"Don't tease me, Mark," she groaned. "Fuck me!"

"Naughty filly!" I grinned as I found the right angle to enter her.

"Horny stallion!" she groaned as I slid into her snatch.

I savored her tight pussy and her sweet moans. As I dove deeper and deeper into her. She quivered on the bed, squeezing me as my dick filled her snatch. I hugged her, sliding my right arm beneath her body, and gripped her full, plump breasts.

She felt so heavenly. I bottomed out in her and spent just a moment savoring her silky heat. Then she whimpered, wiggling her hips. My naughty filly needed to be fucked. I drew back my cock as I nuzzled into her ear.

"I missed your cunt," I whispered as I made love to her pussy. I didn't fuck her fast or hard. I took my time.

"Yes," she groaned, her hands covering mine on her tits. She squeezed my fingers into her flesh and moved my hands over her nipples.

The bed creaked and groaned as I pumped my dick in and out of her snatch. Her silky flesh gripped my dick. I shivered, the pleasure spilling through me. My strokes plunged deep and fast into her snatch. The rapture rippled through my body, my balls drinking in the heat of her snatch, preparing a load of cum for her depths.

She kneaded my fingers into her breasts as she groaned. Her silky back rubbed against my chest as she shifted. I kissed her shoulder and neck, nibbling on her flesh as her pussy squeezed down and relaxed on my dick.

"Oh, Mark, yes!" she groaned, her voice so sweet. "Mmm, stir me up with your big cock."

"I will," I groaned, thrusting harder. She loved telling me how big my dick was.

It inspired me to fuck her so hard.

I thrust faster. My groin smacked into her plump ass. She groaned, squeezing harder at my hands, digging my fingers into her tits. I found her nipples, pinching them as she squirmed on the bed. Her silky pussy massaged my cock, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust of my shaft.

I sucked at her neck, loving the taste of her flesh. She whimpered louder, the friction of her silky cunt building my orgasm with every stroke into her depths. Her hips shifted, moving as much as she could, fucking back into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mark!" she groaned. "Oh, god, this is what I need. I missed you so much."

"I missed my naughty filly," I panted, thrusting harder into her hot depths.

I nibbled on her ear as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Something wet coated my fingers. I smiled as some colostrum--first milk--leaked out, her body getting ready to nurse our daughter. I couldn't wait to taste her.

Mary moaned louder and rolled her hips, awkwardly fucking me back. The pitch of her passion rose an octave. I knew that sign. She neared her orgasm. I wanted to give her so much pleasure. So I slipped my hand from her breast down and brought it between her legs.

I found her hard clit nestled in her damp folds. Massaged it.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Mark! Oh, God, yes!" she cried.

Her cunt became a vice on my cock as her back arched back into me. Then her pussy spasmed. I shuddered, pumping into her convulsing flesh, feeling my wife's orgasm shudder through her body. I drank it in, loving the pleasure she experienced.

Juices flooded out of her pussy, staining my fingers as they massaged at her clit. Her round belly rubbed on my arm as she shuddered. She whimpered in rapture, her twat sucking at my dick burying over and over into her.

Then she shuddered, her orgasm dying.

"Mmm, you did good, stud," she purred over her shoulder at me, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her lips, still driving my cock into her, my fingers still diddling her little pearl. "I bet I can make you cum harder."

"Mmm, then you better start fucking me harder, my randy stallion!"

"Naughty filly!" I growled and slammed my cock hard into her pussy.

"Oh, God, keep doing that and I'll explode!" she cried out. "Fuck me!"

My groin slapped against her ass. My cock enjoyed every inch of her hot, silky hole as I pumped my dick in and out of her depths. My finger ground a hard circle on her clit, lubed by her juices. The sweet, spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose. It gave me a heady, almost drunk feeling, and spurred me to fuck her harder and harder.

My balls tightened. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. I frigged her clit harder, rubbing it in faster circles. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. Then I did something naughty. I pinched her clit.

She spasmed hard. That felt amazing as her cunt squeezed down on my thrusting dick. My balls grew tighter, my cum on the verge of exploding once more as I plowed into her juicy depths. Her scent filled my nose. Her body writhed against me. I held her. Loved her.

"Fuck me, stud, fuck me!" Mary howled. "Make me cum! Ride your filly hard!"

"Yes!" I snarled, plowing so hard into her.

And then she came again. Her pussy exploded on me. Her juices gushed out, drenching my groin as her cunt convulsed on my cock. Her snatch sucked the cum right out of my balls. They tightened. I plowed into her, on the verge of my own orgasm.

"Fucking hell!" I grunted.

"Cum in me, Mark!"

I did.

I unloaded into her spasming sheath. My jizz pumped out of me. Over and over, it flooded into her snatch. I filled her to the hilt with my cum. The pleasure shuddered through me. I sucked in such deep breaths, my heart racing. It was so wonderful. So fantastic.

"My sweet Mare," I groaned, holding her as the final blast of my cum surged into her.

"Mark," she panted as her pussy milked my dick as the pleasure buzzed through me.

We were a sweaty mess as we cuddled on the bed, breathing heavily. We just enjoyed each other's presence. I kissed and nuzzled her neck while brushing errant strands of auburn hair off her drenched cheeks. My hands slid up, and I massaged her shoulders.

"Ohh, that's nice," Mary sighed.

"How's your back?" I asked her.

"Sore."

I slid away from her so I could knead my way down her back. I dug my fingers into her muscles, loving the silky feel of her. She had such a perfect back sweeping down to her plump ass. She whimpered and cooed as I worked.

"Lower," she murmured.

I reached her lower back, working at her muscles there.

"I think you missed your true calling."

"What? As a masseuse?" I asked.

She gave a peal of laughter. "You're not a woman, Mark."

I frowned. "What?"

"It's a masseur when it's a man," she giggled. "A masseuse is a woman."

"Guess I don't have the tits for it," I grinned at her.

"No, you don't," she purred, rubbing her back into my chest. "But I was thinking of a gigolo after that fucking you just gave me. Mmm, it was nice."

I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her. "You weren't half bad yourself."

"What are you implying? That I'm a whore?"

I froze. "Um, no, I didn't mean..."

Delicious laughter burst from her lips and a teasing look crossed her face. She rolled slowly over to face me, her belly nudging my flat stomach. She stroked my muscular chest, her smile fading.

"What?" I asked.

"You still feel tense. Lie on your stomach."

"Sure, Mare," I said.

I rolled onto my stomach, resting my head on folded arms. She rose with a groan, her swollen breasts and stomach swaying. Then she straddled me, rubbing her hot, juicy pussy into my ass as her hands, fingers surprisingly strong, dug into my muscles.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Mary asked, voice soft, as she kneaded my shoulders.

"The Patriots attacked," I shrugged. "It happens all too often."

"You've never felt this tense after one of their attacks."

I hesitated. A part of me didn't want to admit my vulnerabilities. I was her husband, a god. I should be strong. But Mary knew me so well. I could be open with her. I could unburden myself. "I was helpless," I said, my stomach twisting. "Just sitting in my seat as we limped back into Anchorage. The plane was shaking, the engines on fire. Joslyn thought we might have to ditch in the water."

The memory of that helpless terror bubbled up inside me, holding Karen's spirit on my lap as the plane rattled and shuddered around us. My stomach rising and falling, wondering if the next plummet would be it. The one that crashed us into the Arctic Ocean.

"With all my powers, there was absolutely nothing I could do," I said, my voice strangely blank. "I couldn't fix the plane. I certainly couldn't fly it. Fuck, Mare, it seemed like an eternity before we landed. All I could do was hold 27's hand while Karen cuddled on my lap."