The Devil's Pact Pt. 41

I savored the passionate cries of my worshipers that flooded the limo when Leah opened the doors. Our sexy chauffeur bowed with a flourish of her arm as I stepped out. I surveyed the crowd, doing one last look for any dangers before holding my hand to help Mary step out of the limo, little Chase cradled in her arms.

It was like a physical wave slamming into us as the crowd roared their love. I waved and Mary held Chase up to her cheek, facing our daughter towards our loving worshipers. The noise scared our daughter. She fussed. Mary rocked and soothed her as we walked into the church.

"My Lord, my Lady," breathed Rose Cunningham, her blonde hair caught up in a long braid. Daisy, her twin sister and wife, slipped up beside her. Both bowed.

The Cunningham Twins were our High Priestesses. In a ceremony in March, we had publicly bound them with the Zimmah spell in this very building, sealing their position as the head of our church. Since they were bound, and therefore trustworthy, Mary handed over Chase to Daisy. Our priestess's face melted with awe as she held our daughter.

"She's perfect," Daisy breathed before handing the infant to Rose. She bent down and kissed our daughter's forehead.

"We've set aside a room for you to wait in, my Lord," Rose said after handing Chase back to Mary. "The Ceremony will begin in about an hour."

I suppressed a yawn; there were worshipers watching us, and it wouldn't do to let them see us as humans. "Lead on."

"Yes, my Lord."

She brought us to a small room that had a few padded benches. Two of the maids--cute, innocent Cindy and sultry, dusky-skinned Karishma--had set out refreshments of wine and juice. With alacrity, they poured drinks and served them to us. I sat down between my wife and my sister, who pressed her warm body up against me.

Almost immediately, Missy and her boyfriend Damien started making out.

"You are such a cute thing," Sean smiled as young Cindy handed him a glass of wine. Pregnant Tiffany gave her husband an amused look.

"Thank you, sir," Cindy smiled back, braces glinting on her white teeth.

"I would have loved to have you in my class." Sean's hand reached out and fondled the eighteen-year-old's ass.

Cindy's grin broadened. She was a maid and lived to serve in any way.

Mary glanced up, rolled her eyes, and held up Chase to Karishma. "She's a little young to see this."

"Yes, my Lady," Karishma purred in her Hindi accent. "You are so beautiful," she cooed to my daughter, carrying her out of the room.

Cindy let out a gasp as Sean's hand rubbed between her thighs. It seemed like I had transformed both our families into sex fiends. My sister's hand rubbed at my crotch, her lips kissing my neck as Sean pulled the maid into his lap and kissed her with passion.

"All my careful work is going to get ruined," Mary muttered as she shifted in her seat. Then she shrugged. "Oh well, I'll just cast an illusion on myself." She had become quite proficient with the Ashan spell. Sometimes she liked to play pranks on me with her illusions.

I grinned at my wife, loving the way her cheeks flushed and her emerald eyes grew dewy with desire. Wet spots appeared over her breasts, darkening her bodice as her nipples pressed against the fabric.

"You're leaking," I whispered.

"Damn," she muttered, pulling her dress down. Her two dark-red nipples popped into view, white milk beading the hard nubs. When she became horny, her breasts always leaked milk.

Shannon, who sat on the other side of Mary, smiled. "Let me help you, sis."

Mary gasped as her older sister sucked her right nipple into her lips, nursing loudly. I watched the sight of the sisterly incest, my dick throbbing beneath Anty's stroking touch. Shannon's fiery hair spilled down my wife's pale breasts as she whimpered, savoring the delight of nursing her older sister.

Then my sister pulled my cock out. She stroked it a few times before she leaned over me to capture my wife's other nipple. My shaft throbbed rock hard, leaking precum as my sister jacked me off. Her cheeks hollowed as she nursed at my wife's breast, milk leaking out of the corners of her lips.

I loved my family.

"Oh, yes!" moaned Cindy, drawing my attention to my maid bouncing on my father-in-law's cock, her braces flashing as her barely legal body shuddered in rapture.

My mother sat down next to Mary's mother. The pair shared a passionate kiss, my mom's hand roaming across Tiffany's pregnant belly. Then she pushed down Tiffany's top to reveal my mother-in-law's large breasts and dark-red nipples. With a hungry moan, my mom broke their kiss and sucked a nipple into her mouth.

"Yes," Tiffany panted in her delight.

"Fuck my ass, George!" Missy shouted from across the room. "I'm so horny! I need two cocks!"

Mary's younger sister, her strawberry hair streaming around her naked shoulders as she rode Damien hard, smiled at George. Her skirt bounced up and down, flashing her naked ass at Shannon's fiancee.

George didn't hesitate to bury his cock into his future sister-in-law's tight asshole.

I shuddered, my dick throbbing in my sister's hand. She suckled noisily from Mary's breast. My wife leaned her head back, such rapture on her face as she nursed our sisters. Then Antsy popped her mouth off Mary's nipple, my little sister's cheeks bulging as her eyes twinkled at me.

"What are you up to?" I grinned.

Antsy, unable to speak with a mouthful of breast milk, instead acted. She straddled me, guiding my hard cock to the wet, shaved lips of her pussy. She rubbed it up and down her incestuous slit as she leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. I groaned, my wife's creamy and sweet treat pressed into my mouth by my little's singers tongue.

Then rapture engulfed my dick. My sister slid her warm, silky cunt down my cock. She engulfed my shaft in her incestuous rapture and rode me as we passed Mary's breast milk back and forth. I moaned into my little sister's mouth, my hands gripping her butt-cheeks as she bounced up and down on my dick.

"Ooh, yes, Shannon," my wife cooed beside me. "You're such a hungry big sis today. Just drink it all."

"Mr. Sullivan!" whimpered Cindy.

"Oh, my god, fuck me, you hot studs!" groaned Missy.

Antsy broke the kiss, her dark hair bouncing about her face as she wiggled her hips, stirring her hot cunt about my dick. "Mmm," she purred, "you have a great cock, big bro."

"You have a great cunt," I grinned at my sister as she squeezed her snatch tight about my dick as she slid down my girth.

She gave a wicked giggle, working that snatch up and down my dick. Such sisterly love burned in her face as she rode me hard. The pleasure shot down to my balls. A fresh load of cum brewed in there for my little sister.

I shuddered as a wet tongue licked at my balls. I had no idea who owned that tongue. But it felt delicious. She bathed my balls as she licked up to where my cock penetrated my sister's pussy. Her tongue swirled around my dick, lapping at our incestuous joining of flesh.

Antsy shuddered and glanced behind her. "You dirty slut, Via!"

Via, my sister's girlfriend, gave a wicked giggle. "Wait until I'm licking your asshole!"

Via's tongue moved away from my cock. Then Antsy gasped, her cunt tightening on my cock as she rammed down at me. Pleasure surged through me as I pictured the black-haired girl's face buried in my sister's asscheeks and tonguing her backdoor.

Antsy's back arched in rapture, her breasts pressing against my face. I pushed down her red bodice and sucked a pink nipple into my mouth. I was disappointed not to get any milk I'd come to love nursing at my sluts' and my wife's tits the last few days.

"I should knock you up," I grunted as her cunt slid up and down on my shaft. "I want to drink your milk, too."

"What a nasty thought," my sister grinned.

"Here, hun," Mary purred and proffered me her milk-laden breast. She was now kneeling on the couch, her sister on the floor eating out her pussy.

"I love you, Mare," I groaned. She always took care of me.

"I know. I'm the best wife ever."

"Yes!"

I captured my wife's nipple and sucked hard. Delicious milk flowed into my mouth. I loved the warm, creamy, and sweet flavor. I loved her breast milk. I loved every woman's breast milk. I wanted to drain her dry, but my daughter loved my wife's milk, too.

And I wanted to be a good father.

"Let me taste!" moaned my wife.

I didn't swallow my last mouthful; instead, I savored it and swirled it about with my tongue. I pulled my wife's face down for a passionate kiss. My balls boiled, my cock throbbing in my sister's cunt, as I shared my wife's breast milk with her.

The pleasure surged through me. Being buried in my sister's cunt and sharing Mary's breast milk with her was too much for my dick. I groaned, my body tensing. My balls ached, growing tighter and tighter.

My little sister's pussy slammed down my dick. I moaned into my wife's mouth.

Came.

Jizz fired into my little sister's snatch. I shuddered, hot rapture surging through me as I pumped her pussy full of my hot cum. It surged out of me and into her. I groaned with each blast, bucking and squirming as it pumped into her hot snatch.

She kept riding me, her pussy growing so juicy as I fired the last blast of spunk into her. I shuddered, my dick still hard and aching in her pussy. I was so sensitive from erupting into her. My dick ached and throbbed in her as she moaned louder and louder.

"Lick my ass, Via!" Antsy screamed. "You dirty whore! I'm going to make you cum so hard for this!"

Via moaned, her voice muffled, "Yes!"

Then my sister's pussy went wild about my dick. She slammed down my girth, spasming on my lap as her orgasm swept through her. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as she threw back her head in rapture.

"I'm cumming!" Antsy howled. "Oh, yes! I love fucking my big brother's cock!"

I broke the kiss with my wife, shuddering as my sister milked my dick. She moaned and whimpered, her face twisting with rapture. Then she squealed, Via pulling her off my dick and down onto the floor. The pair wrestled into a sixty-nine, Via on top and licking my cum out of my little sister's snatch.

"Damn," I breathed, my dick throbbing, coated in my little sister's cream.

"Oh, shit!" Mary gasped beside me. She threw her head back as she writhed on Shannon's mouth. "I love it! Make me cum, sister!"

I surveyed the room. Cindy knelt on the floor getting fucked doggy style in the ass by Sean while she had her mouth buried in Tiffany's cunt. Betty, my mom's Black girlfriend, had Missy's head between her thighs licking her cunt while she sucked George's cock. Damien had mounted my mom, his face buried in her large tits, as he pumped away at her cunt. Damien had a thing for older women, and my mom was one hot MILF.

My dick throbbed. Though I just came in my little sister's pussy, she had kept riding me. Feeling her cunt spasm about me had sent new lust surging through me. Now free of Antsy, I was eager for more fun. My eyes lingered on Missy's ass, cum staining between her butt-cheeks.

I grinned.

I slipped behind my young sister-in-law and stuck my cock into her tight, freshly fucked ass. "Mark," she whimpered into Betty's pussy. "Yes, yes, fuck my ass!"

I did. Hard.

Whenever the entire family gathered together, this sort of orgy was the consequence. We all loved each other. So what better way to show it than by shoving your cock into your wife's sister's ass while she ate out your mother's girlfriend's cunt?

I pumped away at Missy's sloppy asshole. My dick slid easily in and out of her greased bowels. She moaned and gasped into Betty's cunt, her anal sheath clenching down on my dick as it rammed deep into her.

Then Mary knelt beside me and gave me a kiss on the lips. She fondled her little sister's ass as she said, "Don't get too carried away. We do need to present our daughter soon."

"I'll try," I moaned, Missy's ass tight on my cock.

"Come lick my pussy, Mary," Shannon cooed. "I need to cum so bad."

Mary gave a wicked laugh. "Well, I'll try not to get too carried away myself!"

I laughed as my balls smacked into Missy's taint, her asshole clenching down about my dick.

Chapter Six

With utter dedication to our Living Gods, the Holy Sluts Alison and Desiree time and time again did battle with the foul Warlocks who made wicked pacts with the forces of Darkness. The very beings who lust to destroy our world. Only our Living Gods and their servants do stand between our world and their infernal machinations.

--The Second Book of Vivian 7:1-3

Noel Heinrich - Patriot Headquarters, Montana

"The ceremony should be starting in an hour," Wyatt reported.

"Let's get the golem's moving," I ordered.

"It's still not too late to abort. I've seen the crowds gathering on the news. There's thousands there. All packed together. The golems are not discriminating. It's going to be a bloodbath! Why not attack their mansion?"

"It has to be a place that we know where they're at!" I countered. "And someplace public so Mark won't flee. You've seen him. When there are cameras on, he can't help but play the invincible god! We don't know their schedule, so we wouldn't even know when they would be at their mansion, and if we did, we don't know the layout. They could be anywhere in there and slip away through the Shadows at the first hint of our attack. We're only going to get one chance at this, so we can't afford to fuck it up!"

"There has to be a better way, Noel! We can wait for another appearance! One where there aren't thousands of innocents gathered! We're supposed to protect these people. Not butcher them!"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and steeled my nerves. "Their hunters have forced our hand. Alison and Desiree could find this place at any moment, Wyatt. The time for being careful is over! If thousands have to die, then that's cheap in my book."

"Fuck," he muttered. "Why did I ever listen to you, Noel?"

"Because you can't stand idle while people are enslaved."

Wyatt spat. "Fine. Let's get this bloodbath over with."

I seized the black sword lying on the table. It felt disgusting in my hand. The blade seemed to drink the light in, reflecting nothing back. It was emptiness hammered into the form of a weapon, like a part of the universe had been cut away, leaving behind a void of nothingness, a hole in the fabric of space. It was Annihilation, and what it cost me to procure this cursed sword haunted my nightmares.

It was the only thing that could harm the spirits guarding the Tyrants in the Shadows. Three of us had been lost trying to slip through the Shadows and assassinate them before we learned just what guarded them. This blade could harm them, could kill them, so to speak. It was Annihilation and would unmake their very souls, ending what was eternal.

I slid it into the sheath hanging from my waist. "Start opening the portals."

* * *

Alison de la Fuente - One Mile South of Patriot Headquarters, MT

My wife was sleeping, half on her side, her black hair spread out across her pillow. Our sleeping bag was half-unzipped, and her pillowy, brown breasts were exposed to my gaze, topped with her dark nipples. They looked like Hershey's kisses and tasted just as sweet. It reeked of pussy in the tent. We'd fucked each other like bunny rabbits last night after we finished planning our attack.

We were going to attack the Patriot's suspected stronghold tonight. Our soldiers were special forces: a mix of SEALs, Delta Forces, and Marine Force Recon. All were veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan, proficient at midnight raids. We each had ten soldiers under our command, all bound to Master with the Ragily prayer. More than enough to storm the house under cover of darkness and eliminate everyone inside.

We had a Predator drone orbiting overhead, and its infrared only showed a dozen or so people living on the ranch. Snipers would take out the sentries, and the rest would rush the compounds and capture or eliminate the Warlocks before they knew what was happening. For now, we just had to wait behind a knoll a mile away from their compound.

And I knew just how I wanted to pass the time.

I dug into my rucksack and found a hot-pink dildo connected to a clear strap-on harness. I quickly pulled them up my slim legs, adjusted the end of the dildo so it pushed against my little clit, and cinched the straps nice and tight.

Movement caught my attention. I studied my wife. The curve her lips twitched as she suppressed a smile.

"Mmm, what a pretty, and helpless, woman I found," I said out loud. "It would be a shame if some perverted woman came along and molested her."

Desiree continued her charade of sleep as I grasped the side of our sleeping bag and peeled it to the side, exposing her lush, nut-brown skin. I stroked up her thigh to her plump, Latin ass, squeezing her right butt-cheek. She was so beautiful, almost as breathtaking as Mistress. Every day I was thankful to Master for bringing us together.

Sometimes, I despaired of ever hunting down all these despicable Warlocks. I wanted to spend so much more time with my wife and my Masters. Then stop hunting the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Then you can go back to Master and be with him and your wife.

No, I thought back. Desiree needs to do this.

Then let her do it, answered my subconscious. Master needs you at his side. Leave Desiree and go back to him. You never should have married her to begin with!

I love her! I screamed at my subconscious. And I need to help her with this mission!

I didn't know why I had these regrets about marrying Desiree. I loved her so much, more than Master and Mistress. When we were apart, I ached for her. It had been difficult the last six months being separated from her and our Masters. But Desiree needed to hunt down the Warlocks for what he had done to her.

I needed to help her punish them.

Sadly, it was faster for us to split up. Anger burned inside me; I wanted to make all the Warlocks pay! I hated them all for what he did to my wife. If I could raise Brandon Fitzsimmons from the dead, I would flay every inch of his flesh, starting with the cock that raped my Desiree. Instead, I would have to settle for disposing of all the other Warlocks in the world.

I pushed my anger down and ignored my stupid subconscious. I had a beautiful, "sleeping" wife to molest. I kissed her butt-cheek before smooching my way up her hip and side. I found her ribs and gently moved her arm out of the way so I could follow them to her large melons. I rubbed my cheek against her soft breast.

I found her dark nipple, sweet as chocolate, and sucked it into my hungry lips. I loved nibbling on it, feeling it between my lips. It was such a comfort. Tingles raced down to my pussy. Hot juices ran down my thighs as I squirmed, the dildo swaying.

A soft sigh escaped Desiree's lips. I looked through a curtain of my pink hair to see Desiree quickly shut her eyes. I nipped her nipple with my teeth and felt her twitch. I released her nipple so I could kiss up the slope of her breast to her shoulder. I bit and nibbled on her shoulder blade, then I nuzzled at the nape of her neck, sucking hard just above her choker and leaving a dark hickey.

I savored the taste of her skin, my excitement mounting. I licked up her neck to her jawline and followed that to her ear. I flicked her lobe and played with it. Anticipatory twitches ran through my body.

"Mmm, you are such a sexy, helpless woman," I cooed in her ear. "I'm going to stick my cock in your cunt and have my way with you."

She just let out a pretend, sleepy sigh.

I rolled Desiree onto her back, her black hair falling over her face, and I parted her thighs. I settled between them and rubbed the tip of the dildo across her slit. Desiree twitched every time the hard plastic brushed her clit.