Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Mark pulled his dick out of Chasity's cunt and stood up. He pulled me to my feet and put his arm around my shoulder. Then with his other arm, he pulled Mistress to him. I bit my lip as I slipped my arm around her waist.

"We have some news," Master said.

Mistress glanced at me and then her green eyes widened. "You're pregnant."

"How did you know?" Master said while I waited for her answer.

"Woman's intuition," Mistress answered mysteriously.

"I texted her," Willow answered. Mistress shot her a look that promised Willow was in store for a spanking.

Then Mistress turned to me. I tensed, staring into her face, fearing her reaction. Would she spank me, too, for conceiving a child with Master? Her hand reached out, her fingers stroking my cheek, brushing my tear stains.

"I'm so happy for you, Korina."

I let out a huge sigh. "I thought you might be mad, Mistress."

"Geez, bro, are your firing silver bullets out of that horny cock?" Antsy asked. "You knocked her up on the first go. It was all in the text."

"Guess I was the last one to find out I'm going to be a dad." Then he leered at his sister. "Well, let's hope I didn't fire a silver bullet into your little pussy."

Antsy laughed then glared mockingly at Master. "You better not have. I'll be very mad if you knocked me up, Mark!"

"I'm so glad you're not mad, Mistress," I said.

Mistress shook her head. "I'm just jealous you get to have Mark's child before me." She took my hand. "Mark, you might want to finish Chasity off, she looks so eager to have your dick back in her. I'll take care of our expectant mother here."

Master laughed and knelt back down. Chasity moaned as Master slammed his dick back into her. Her breasts swayed as she rocked her hips into him. I watched as Mistress led me to the couch and pushed me down. She knelt before me and spread my legs wide apart.

"Hmm, a pregnant pussy," she murmured. "I can't wait till your belly starts to swell. I bet you'll look so beautiful, Korina."

"Oh, thank you, Mistress," I smiled and then moaned as Mistress licked my pussy.

It was such an honor and gift to have Mistress lick me. I groaned and squirmed. Willow knelt behind Mistress. The Native America slut lifted Mistress's skirt and rubbed at her pussy. Mistress moaned into my snatch and wiggled her hips.

"Don't think you can finger me to get out of your punishment," Mary warned between licks.

"I know, Mistress," Willow answered. "I just thought your little cunny needed some attention."

"It does," Mary moaned. "Mmm, tease my clit. Oh, yeah. Just like that."

Mistress dove back into my pussy, lapping through my bolds as I writhed on her hungry mouth. I moaned, my fingers sliding through her auburn hair. Her tongue was skilled, digging through my folds and pleasing me.

Mistress kept moaning. Willow had a wicked grin on her face. Her hand moved. I suspected she fingered Mistress. I cocked my ears and heard the wet, sucking sound of fingers reaming hot, dripping cunt.

"Will you lick me?" Jessica asked, drawing my attention back to Master and his fun.

"Yes," Chasity answered.

Jessica slid down onto her back, her legs spread wide, and groaned as Chasity buried her face into her snatch. I loved how Jessica's caramel tits heaved as she writhed on Chasity's blissful tongue. I knew the pleasure Jessica felt.

Mistress gave it to me.

"Damn, that's fucking hot," groaned Master as he pounded Chasity, his ball's thwaking into Chasity's flesh. "Eat her pregnant pussy, Mare. She's carnying my child."

"Does that turn you on, Master?" I moaned, humping into Mistress's mouth.

"It turns me on," Mistress gasped.

"It does," groaned Master. "I'm going to knock up all my sluts."

"And what about me?" Mistress lifted her face, glancing at Master.

"Yes!"

"Good." Then she buried her mouth back between my thighs and shoved her tongue deep into my snatch.

I squirmed on Mistress's hungry mouth. I shoved up my shirt and threw it to the side, baring my breasts. I pinched and pulled on my nipples as Mistress's tongue danced through my folds. She was skilled, knowing just where to lick to give me so much wonderful pleasure.

I was so lucky to serve Master and Mistress.

Her tongue licked through my folds and found my clit. She sucked on it as she rammed three fingers into my pussy. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. My wet sheath clenched on her fingers, my toes curling as the pleasure rushed through me.

"Oh, Mistress, you're so wonderful," I panted as I humped against her. "Mmm, yes."

Her fingers worked faster and faster, diving deep into my pregnant snatch. Mistress's green eyes flashed up at me as she pressed her fourth finger into my snatch. She spread me wider open. My hips bucked as rapture rippled through me. The pleasure swelled in my core. I pulled harder on my nipples as I thrashed. Her tongue caressed my clit, shooting sparks through me. Every time she brushed my folds, my pussy clenched on her plunging fingers.

"Beg me to fist your pregnant cunt."

My eyes widened. "Yes, Mistress." I had never been fisted before. "Fist my pregnant cunt. Shove your fist so deep into me. Stretch me open."

"Wicked slut," laughed Mistress.

I groaned and shuddered. Her fingers curled inside my pussy. I spasmed as she made a fist, tucking her thumb into my cunt. She thrust forward, plunging deep into me. Her hand vanished into my pussy. I swallowed her fist.

I was stuffed so full.

My stomach clenched. I bucked forward, gasping in delight. My pussy clenched and spasmed on her fist. My tits heaved. My orgasm crashed over me. My pussy convulsed on her fist. She kept thrusting it into me, punching into my cunt and giving me such delight.

"Mistress, yes, yes! So good, Mistress! Oh, yes! Thank you for fisting my pregnant pussy!"

My moans echoed through the living room. I crashed back on the couch, bucking and heaving, my eyes rolling in my head. Master watched me, grinning as he fucked Chasity hard. Jessica watched me two as she writhed on Christy's face. Pleasure crossed Jessica's expression.

"Oh fuck, Chasity!" she gasped. "Oh, fuck, right there you nasty slut, keep licking me there!"

Jessica flopped and thrashed on the floor as she came. I watched her, my pussy clenching on Mistress's hand. My orgasm died, but that didn't stop Mistress. She nibbled on my clit as she kept thrusting her fist into my depths, giving me such sweet delight.

"Shit," Master groaned. "Fuck, Mare, that's so damned hot. Stretch out her pregnant cunt."

"Yes," Mistress moaned, her hips shifting, bucking back into Willow's fingers.

Master thrust into Christy's depths. His head thrust back as he growled. He flooded her cunt with his juices, setting off Chasity's orgasm. The blonde cunt screamed her bliss into Jessica's pussy, Chasity trembling while Master pumped cum into her cunt.

"Breed her," I moaned as my back arched. "Breed her like you bred me."

Master grinned at me. Another orgasm crashed through my body.

Mark Glassner

I pulled out of Chasity, leaving a creamy mess. My sister and Missy made out on the recliner, Missy draped over Antsy's lap and my little sister fingers shoved into Missy's cunt. From the doorway, Fiona and Xiu watching us. Fiona had her arms wrapped around Xiu, her fingers rapidly fucking in and out of the busty, Asian slut's cunt.

"Oh, thank you Master," Chasity gushed. "Mmm, that was a great cum."

I nodded my head, but it was Korina that I wanted. She squirmed, her pussy swallowing Mary's fist and wrist. Mary had such a wicked expression on her face as she fisted my pregnant slut. My dick ached as I walked to them.

"I'm cumming!" screeched Korina again, her body thrashing, her black hair flying about her doll-like face. "Oh yes! Mmm, Mistress you sure know how to make me happy! Yes, yes! Thank you, thank you for fisting me!"

I sat on the couch next to Korina and kissed her on the mouth. She groaned into my mouth, bucking and shuddering, her pussy spasming on Mary's fist. Korina carried my child. I would be a father.

And a far better one than my dead dad. I wouldn't abuse my kids or my wife.

"That was hot," Mary purred, pulling her fist out of Korina's cunt. Juices dripped from her knuckles and ran down her forearm. I broke the kiss with Korina as Mary climbed up onto my lap. "Willow's got me nice and primed for you. Ready to give your filly a good ride?"

My cock twitched beneath her pussy.

"Mmm, I'll take that as a yes."

I kissed Mary as her tight sheath engulfed my cock. Her lips were stained with Korina's sweet musk. I moaned softly as Mary sank all the way down on my cock. I put an arm around Korina and pulled her against me as my fiancee rode my cock.

The sweet sounds of women making love surrounded us. My dick ached in Mary's pussy while Korina's nipples brushed my side. Chasity gasped as she fed Jessica the creampie I made. Missy moaned as Antsy slipped to the floor and devoured Missy's cunt. Xiu panted as Fiona fingered the Asian slut to an orgasm with one hand and pulled hard on her pierced nipples with the other.

Mary kissed and nuzzled at my neck and then whispered, "My period comes on Friday. When it's over, I'm going off the pill. It's not fair you knocked up one of the sluts before me."

My dick ached in her pussy. I grinned at her. "Well, we'll have plenty of babysitters."

Mary threw back her head and laughed.

Noel Heinrich

"Do you think you're pregnant?" I asked Chasity as we lay in the bed we shared. Every slut had to share a bed.

I was glad I shared mine with Chasity. She was such a wonderful woman. Since Master had claimed me, I had found a kinship with Chasity. We both had backgrounds in law enforcement. And she was just such an exciting, passionate woman.

"No," Chasity sighed. She leaned her head onto my breasts, her blonde hair spilling about it.

She had such a pretty shade of hair. We were both blondes, but mine was such a drab, sandy color. I didn't understand why Master chose me at all. Not when he had the beautiful, blonde bombshell like Chasity.

"Do you wish it?" I asked. When I arrived home from work at the FBI, the entire house buzzed with the news of Korina's pregnancy. Every slut gossiped if she was pregnant and how long it would take before they knew, pestering Willow over and over.

"I do," Chasity smiled. "What about you?"

"It would make Master so happy," I said, stroking her blonde hair.

Chasity looked up at me, her blue eyes glinting in the moonlight. "It would."

She was so beautiful. I stroked her face, biting my lower lip. My heart beat faster and faster. I hadn't felt like this since high school and Bobby asked me out to prom. I had been goggling after him for weeks and then suddenly we were dating.

My fingers moved to her lips. She kissed them then sucked them into her mouth. I groaned, the sensations rushing down to my pussy. Her body moved beneath the sheets, pressing against mine. Her flesh hot, exciting.

Her lips popped off my fingers. "Mmm, I can smell you getting excited."

"Are you sure that's not you?" I grinned while my heart beat faster. I always grew excited with her.

She stared into my eyes. "Maybe. You're special, Noel."

I should tell her how I feel. I should blurt it out. But what if she didn't care back. What if she thought we were only fooling around? The sluts fooled around with each other all the time. It was non-stop sex in the house. I had fucked them all.

But Chasity was the one that made my heart scream with passion.

I didn't want to take the chance of being rejected. We hardly knew each other. We couldn't be like Alison and Desiree, falling head over heels in love in such a short time. That wasn't normal. It was just an infatuation.

Right?

Instead of blurting out my feelings, I kissed her.

My heart exploded. Her lips were so soft. She sighed into the kiss, her body moving atop mine. Our breasts pressed together as her golden curls fell about our faces. I hugged her, squeezing her, pulling her tight against me, exulting in the press of our skin together.

My legs parted. Her hard clit bumped mine.

I groaned into the kiss as she shifted her hips, rubbing her flesh against me. A slow, languorous writhe of her hips, not a frenetic rutting, but something special. Something worth taking our time and making sure we both enjoyed it.

Our kiss grew hotter. Our tongues played as the bed creaked. Our hips both moved, working in unison, rubbing our clits together. Her hands stroked my side, sliding up and caressing the sides of my breasts while our nipples brushed together, two pairs of hard nubs.

Sparks shot down to my clit.

"Chasity," I gasped, breaking our kiss as the excitement built up in me.

Chasity rested her forehead on mine, staring into my eyes. I could drown in her depths. I never wanted to look away. My hands slid down her supple back and grasped her ass. I squeezed them and pulled her down, increasing the pressure of our clits rubbing together.

"Oh, yes, Noel," she groaned. "You're so hot."

"Mmm, yes," I purred.

My pussy clenched every time our clits brushed. Our slippery fleshed caressed and slid against each other. I felt so close to her. I could feel her heart thudding behind her breasts, matching the beat of mine. Tears beaded in my eyes.

I wanted to call out that I loved her. I felt it, the connection between us. I opened my mouth.

And she kissed me. I melted into her lips. I closed my eyes, savoring our flesh as the excitement built in me. She was on me. She made love to me. It was so wondrous. Almost as amazing as serving Master and Mistress.

"Are you going to cum?" she asked when she broke the kiss.

"Yes," I gasped. "You're so hot. So sexy. I--"

She kissed me again, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Our hips moved faster and faster, the bed creaked louder and louder. The sweet bliss built in me. I clung to her. I never wanted to let her go. Our skin rubbed together--an intimate kiss lubed by our sweaty bodies. The air brimmed with our salty musk and hot pussies.

I loved it.

I heard it in her gasps, in her moans, we both built towards our release. I stared into her eyes as I ground harder and harder. My clit sparked. Such wonderful bliss rippled through me. She gripped me and rolled us over, the sheets tangling about our legs.

Chasity gasped beneath me, her eyes widening. She neared her orgasm. It was my turn to trib her, to grind our clits hard together. My ass flexed as I undulated, pleasuring her clit, driving her wild with passion.

"Noel! Yes, Noel!"

Her voice was sweet as she cried my name, gripped by her orgasm. Her body bucked and spasmed beneath me. So soft and sweet. I groaned, kissing her, sharing in her bliss. My body trembled atop her while her fingers dug into the cheeks of my ass. She pulled me tight as she bucked.

"Noel!"

Nothing was sweeter than her voice saying my name.

I came in my lover's arms. I bucked and gasped, my hearth thudding, our lips meeting. We shared it. Our love. No words were needed, just our mutual pleasure and the press of our flesh. The ecstasy peaked through me.

And then I slumped into her embrace.

"Chasity," I sighed, beaming as we held each other, sleep pulling at us. My Chasity.

Sister Theodora Mariam

The doorbell rang. Excitement beat through my chest. The first of the invited SWAT officers had arrived at Kaedon's apartment. Kaedon, under Sister Agnes's control, and Duncan, under mine, flanked the door, ready to grab the man who entered.

I stood ready with my fellow nuns: Sister Agnes, who came from Africa, and Sister Isabella from Central America. They were my allies to stop Mark Glassner and his warlock whore Mary. Never had two warlocks united. They were a threat that the world hadn't seen in sixty years.

And tomorrow they would be defeated.

But we need soldiers. Luckily, Mark Glassner's arrogance had provided. He put an entire SWAT team of the Pierce County Sheriffs under his mind control, making them his Thralls. And Thralls were vulnerable to the holy prayers that nuns of my order could cast. My stomach twisted as Kaedon opened the door and Dennis Swayer entered.

"Hey, man," Dennis said as he took two steps in.

Then Duncan and Kaedon seized Dennis's arms. He gasped in shock then fought against the two men, cursing at them. All three were burly and strong, in the shape of their life. But I was ready to strike. My pussy juices coated the tip of my finger. I rushed in and drew the Mark of Qayin on Dennis's forehead.

"Shama!" I shouted.

The Mark of Qayin flared white on Dennis's forehead. Then his entire body went slack, primed to obey any command I gave for a few minutes. It wouldn't allow me to wrest him from Mark Glassner's control like I had with Duncan and Agnes had with Kaedon, but it would give me the time to gain control.

"Dennis, walk to the bedroom," I said.

The two SWAT officers released their friend and he stumbled down the hall. I followed. The doorbell rang again. The next SWAT officer had arrived. One of my sister nuns would handle him. I had Dennis to deal with.

"Now drop your pants," I purred, my pussy itching. I had to make him cum to put him under my control.

I smiled at the sight of his cock. Fighting warlocks could be such pleasant work.

Curtis Mitchel: We interrupt your programming to bring you a breaking news. Gunshots have erupted in the quite suburb of South Hill, WA. We go now live to Debra Horne-Dannell on the scene.

--Transcript of Q13 Fox broadcast, June 26th, 2013

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 -- Mark Glassner

Wednesday morning dawned beautifully.

As usual, the media and the paparazzi was gathered outside our cul-de-sac, ready to take pictures as Mary and I jogged past with our naked sluts. Cameras flashed and recorded. My dick was so hard. I loved it. I had power. No one else could do what I did.

A few of the more attractive female reporters, including Debra Horne-Dannell from Q13 Fox, joined us, stripping off their miniskirts and blouses, clearly prepared because they already had on running shoes. It was hot seeing them embrace the exhilaration of public nudity, their fine asses bobbing before us.

People lined our route, many holding signs. Some protesting our nudity while others encouraging us. Other women rushed out of the supporters, bearing their breasts and asses, more tits bouncing around us.

Mary and I brought freedom from the shackles of outdated morality. What was wrong with people jogging naked? Exposing their bodies? Especially the beautiful women.

Nothing.

When we returned, Jessica awaited us. "Master, Mistress, the interviews are all set up."

I nodded, though groaning. I looked forward to the after-job orgy, but there were morning shows to do and I had told Jessica to set it up, so I didn't complain. Maybe I was maturing. And its not like our jogging sluts wouldn't be waiting for us.

Giving an interview was different. We sat in our living room under the hot lamps of the camera's lights wearing thick pancake makeup so our faces looked "normal" on the camera. We gave two news interviews via satellite with Q13 and KING 5, both local channels. We promoted our charity and Mary let some subtle hints drop about me running for that empty State Representative seat.

"Why don't you run for office?" I asked Mary between interviews, half-joking and half-serious. I was pretty sure I wanted to run--mainly for the thrill of fucking naughty interns--but Mary was the one with the true ambition.

"You're the better liar, Mark," Mary said with a grin. "Plus, then I get to be the power behind the throne, so to speak."

"And how are you going to control me?"

The smile on Mary's face turned mischievous and she reached out and grabbed my cock. "With the joystick between your legs."

I laughed and kissed my sweet Mary. And then the next interview started up.

After the interviews, and a hot orgy with our jogging sluts, we ate a delicious breakfast prepared by Desiree. Then Mary and I settled down on the couch to watch Once Upon a Time on Netflix. And to my surprise it was good. Somehow it skirted this fine line between corny and schmaltzy. The show had heart, and I found myself getting into it.

Once Upon a Time reminded me, weirdly, of the first season of Lost. I hoped it ended better.

When the fifth episode ended, Mary stood, stretched, and then walked upstairs. I frowned and almost asked her what she was up to when the next episode started. I paused it, glancing upstairs and wondered what was taking her so long to pee. I was excited to start the next episode.

"Come on, Mare," I groaned after ten minutes. Maybe I should come up and check on her?

I was about to send April, our nerdy slut, who also loved Once Upon a Time, when Mary came back dressed in a simple, flowery sundress with thigh-high boots that came just to the hem of her skirt, leaving only an inch of pale thigh exposed.

"Well, I got to get going, hun," she said and kissed me. Flowery perfume wreathed her. She hadn't worn it before going upstairs.

"Where to?" I asked. "I'm bored, maybe I'll come along."

She gave me a confused look. "I told you I was seeing Alice today, right?"

Alice. The name left a bad taste in my mouth. I had met her the day we bought all the houses on the street, and Alice and me did not hit it off. It was clear as day that the woman was in love with Mary and jealous of me. I looked Mary up and down, frowning. She put on lipstick, too. She was dressed up to go see her lover.

My stomach twisted and I grimaced. "I thought we could spend the day together."

"Sorry," Mary shrugged. "Alice has been bugging me all week to get together. There was nothing going on today, so I told her we could get together."

"Well, cancel and spend the day with me," I said, putting on my most winning smile.

Mary kissed me. "I'll only be a few hours."

"In that motel room?"

"Yeah," Mary frowned at my tone. I hadn't meant to come off cold, but I did. "What's wrong, Mark?"

"Oh, nothing, my fiancee's just all dolled up to go see her lover," I said, trying not to sound bitter.

"She's just my friend, Mark," she said, her voice tight.

"You don't spend hours in a motel room with someone who is 'just a friend,' Mary."

She drew in a deep breath, her face reddening. "What I do with my friends is none of your business, Mark."

"Well, I don't want you to go."

That was the wrong thing to say. Her face went red. "I'm not your slave, Mark! You made that choice and there's no going back."

I winced, guilt and hurt flooding thorough me. That one day where I controlled her like the sluts, the one day where I realized just how wrong it was. I freed her and she came back to me, but she never forgot. "Controlling you was a mistake. I'm sorry. Fuck, Mary, why can't you just drop it?"

She laughed, an angry, mocking laugh. "Then don't treat me like one of your whores! I can go when I want and do what I want, Mark."

"And I'm just supposed to be happy when you I see you all dolled up and off to see your lover?"

"I don't care about all the whores you fuck, Mark!"

"I don't love those whores, Mary!" I sucked in a breath, not sure how either of us became this angry, but the fury gripped me. That fucking Alice.

"How many times do I have to say I don't love her, Mark?"

"Maybe you should tell that to Alice."

She blinked, her forehead furrowing. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It's as plain as day that she loves you, Mary. Open up your fucking eyes!"

Her nose flared and she tossed her mane of auburn hair. "Goodbye, Mark. Hopefully you want be such a dick when I get home." She slammed the door hard as she left the house.

"Goddammit," I muttered to myself.

The moment she was out the door, I regretted the entire fight. Why had I been such a jealous ass? I knew Mary loved me. I knew I shouldn't be jealous of Alice. But that memory of Alice glaring at me while I hugged Mary that day still galled me. Alice had been so possessive of Mary. Of my Mary. I wanted to track Alice down and set her straight, but that would only make Mary even angrier at me.

Mary didn't want her friend controlled, and I promised not to use my powers on her.

Fuck, I should go apologize to Mary. I walked to the door and burst out into the noon sun.

Her red Eos convertible raced down the street, her auburn hair blowing behind her in the breeze. I had seen her drive off angrily like that once before, at Spinnasse in Seattle, when I called her ugly. That had been the nun's foul spell talking, not my real feelings.

This time it was all me.

"Fuck, I'm an idiot."

Mary Sullivan -- Parkland, WA

I couldn't believe Mark. I wanted to claw his eyes out for being such a pigheaded fool. How could he be jealous of Alice?

She was just a friend. Sure, we had sex. But I was fucking my entire family now, and Mark's family as well. Sex had just become a way of showing any sort of affection for me. And it was Mark's own, horny fault I was this way. He showed me my true passions that day he controlled me. Yes, he showed me his love, but he also unveiled the taboo to me.

Wild, crazy, uninhibited sex. No boundaries. It was addicting using women we never met, watching them make love to each other, savoring their bodies. I went back to him as much for love as for his power and the sex.

But he wouldn't control me. I would do what the fuck I wanted. If I wanted to fuck Alice, I would. I would fuck her so hard. I would summon Lilith someone and get that dick I could have had instead of freeing Mark.

Then I would fuck Alice so hard with my dick.

I was furious the entire drive out to Parkland and the Blue Spruce Motel. Alice was already at the motel, in Room 15 according to her text. I parked my car and knocked on the door hard, he lock rattling.

"Ooh, someone's eager," purred Alice when she answered the door. She wore a black teddy trimmed in red lace. The material was transparent, her nipples shadowy-pink through the fabric. Both nubs hard.

Before she could say another word I was on her, kissing her, pouring out all my anger and frustration at Mark into her sweet, juicy lips. She moaned into the kiss as I pushing her back to the bed then gasped as she fell on it.

"Wow, someone is eager," she groaned, her thighs spreading.

"I am," I said as I reached for the flimsy, black panties she wore.

"Good."

I ripped off her panties, exposing her shaved cunt. Without preamble, I dove into her tangy, sweet pussy, lapping angrily with my tongue. I took all my frustrations with Mark out on her delicious pussy, licking hard, making her gasp and squirm beneath my assault.

I wanted to slap Mark.

I growled into Alice's pussy, digging my tongue deeper, my nose bumping her clit. She bucked and shuddered on the bed, loving what I did to her. Alice's hands grasped her tits through her lingerie, squeezing them while her thighs clamped on my cheeks.

"Oh, yes, Mary. Oh, yes. Eat my pussy! I love it! You're so wonderful."

My tongue licked up to her clit. I sucked hard on it, bringing another gasp from her lips. Then I jabbed two fingers deep into her pussy, fucking them in and out of her so hard. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she bucked and gasped again.

"Oh, fuck!" Alice moaned. "Oh, yes, Mary! Fuck, eat my cunt! Oh, fuck! Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck!"

I assaulted her pussy, letting my anger with Mark vanish into her steamy cunt. This is what friends were for, helping each other deal with their problems. And right now, I needed to deal with the anger at my fiance. Feeling Alice's fingers in my hair, her sleek thighs on my cheek, and her juicy cunt on my lips dulled away my anger.

Replacing it with lust.

I kept tonguing her, my fingers slowing down. I didn't suck so hard on her clit, but she still loved it. She still moaned and gasped. My tongue kept licking her as my thoughts drifted from what I was doing back to Mark.

He was only jealous because he loved me. He just wanted to spend a quiet day with me. Maybe I could have just seen Alice another day? And maybe if he hadn't been such a dick about it, I very well might have.

"Oh, yes, Mary."

Alice's moans brought me back to her pussy. I was here to make love to Alice. Mark could wait until I returned home.

I pumped my fingers faster. Alice trembled and bucked. I sucked on her clit as I watched her breasts heave in her nightgown. Her dark hair tossed about her face as she writhed back and forth. And her moans. Such sweet moans.

I loved making a woman cum.

"That's it, slut," I grinned at her. "Mmm, let me hear you cum. I love making you cum."

I sucked on her clit again. She bucked. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, spasming with delight. I sucked harder on her clit, loving that I made her cum. Her body writhed on the bed as the pleasure burst through her.

"Oh yes! Oh, god fucking yes, Mary! Oh fuck, that's so amazing! Keep doing that. Oh, my sweet Mary, yes!"

Fresh juices flooded my mouth. I drank them down.

"Oh, my sweet Mary! How I love you!"

I blinked, my fingers freezing in mid pump. What did she just say? That she loved me?

Could Mark be right? No, that couldn't be it.

She only cried out that she loved me because I was licking her pussy and making her cum so hard. It was only the heat of the moment talking. I crawled up the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips, letting Alice taste her delicious pussy.

"Wow," she panted. "What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing," I sighed, nuzzling her neck.

"Tell me, I can see somethings bothering you."

"Just Mark," I said in irritation, not wanting to talk about it. Her words echoed in my mind, mixing with Mark's. They both gnawed at me. "We had a fight."

"Oh," she said, a hint of something in her voice. Hope? "What did you fight about?"

"About you." I swallowed. I needed to know. "Mark suddenly got real jealous and possessive. He told me not to come see you."

Alice reached over and touched my face. "Maybe it was a mistake that you got back together with him. I mean, he did dump you for that other chick. And said those mean things about you."

"That's not what happened." If I explained what happened, I would have to tell Alice about all of it, the devil's pact, mind control, demons. And I didn't want to. With Alice, I could almost pretend like I was a normal person. "It's not a mistake. We love each other."

"Then why is he telling you what to do?" Alice asked. "Why is he trying to control you? That doesn't sound like love."

I winced. He didn't do that. He set me free. Yes, he could be an ass sometimes, like today, but I was my own person. "It was just a stupid fight, Alice, He just wanted to spend the day with me and was disappointed that I made plans. And he's a little jealous of you. He thinks you're in love with me." I forced a light-hearted laughed. "Silly, right? I tried to tell him we were just friends."

I tensed, waiting for her response.

Alice bit her lip, but didn't laugh.

"Right, we're just friends, Alice?" Please, don't let Mark be right.

Alice suddenly kissed me. "Oh, Mary. I've loved you ever since I saw you naked that day when I slept over." She kissed me again. I was too stunned to resist. "I'm leaving Dean. It's over between us." She clasped my hand.

What was going on here? My jaw dropped. My stomach squirmed.

"Mary, I love you so much. More than Mark could possibly love you. I wouldn't need any other woman but you. Or a man. We can be together and be happy. I would never make you cry and cheat on you, like Mark."

The way she said his name, so full of contempt and hatred. I loved Mark. How could she despise him so much? "But..." I tried to think, to wrap my brain about what was going on. "You can't..."

"I'm tired of meeting in motel rooms," Alice pressed on. "I want the world to know about us."

"But I don't love you, Alice." The words hung between us for a moment, so I quickly added, "I mean, I had a lot of fun with you."

"Fun?" Alice had an icy tone to her words and she let go of my hands. "That's all this was? Just fun? What about the connection? The intimacy? I thought we meant something to each other."

"That came out wrong," I said, struggling to find the right words to calm Alice down. Why had I said it so flippantly. "We have something. We're friends, we help each other out. We make each other feel better."

"Well I want more, Mary," she said, grasping my hand again, clutching me with desperate longing. "I need you, Mary. I can't share you with him." She made "him" sound like a dirty word. "To think about him on you, inside you. I thought I finally had you last week, and yet you stayed with him. He's wrong for you, Mary. Can't you see that?"

"And you're right for me?" I demanded, suddenly angry at Alice for putting me in this situation. "Christ, Alice. We just meet in a motel a few times a week to fuck, and you want me to run off with you? You want me to give up the person I love most in the world for someone I just fuck?"

There was hurt in Alice's eyes. "Please, Mary. You have to see what a bastard he is. He uses women. How can you love a man like that?"

I frowned. She wasn't wrong. "That doesn't change how I feel, Alice. I love him."

"Then go!" she shrieked, her eyes wild, hurt. "Go back to him and be his whore! Go and let him drag you down into his filth! I won't be there to catch you when he casts you aside for whatever cunt gets his dick hard next week."

I couldn't believe I had to storm off for a second time today. Why did she think she could seduce me from Mark? How could she not see how much I loved him? Why couldn't she just be my friend instead of wanting more?

I slammed the door of my Eos and squealed the tires as I tore off out of the parking lot. This was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Wednesday. Not the frustrating and confusing mess that it had become. Behind me, the bodyguards were racing to catch up, their sirens blaring as I floored it down Pacific Avenue.

Sister Theodora Mariam

I took in a deep breath. The slamming door announced the time had come for me to act. The argument in Room 15 ended. Now I had to do my part to defeat Mark Glassner and his whore.

I stood from the bed and walked out of my motel room. I had waited in the room just like the angel Ramiel had instructed me. Now, as the angel predicted, it was the time for me to act. The maid's keys jingled as I pulled them out of my pocket and clutched them in my sweaty hand. The maid was gagged and handcuffed in the back of the motel room, being babysat by Duncan and Irene, two of the SWAT officers under my control. King and Dennis, the other two, waited in the SWAT van around the corner.

Last night, my Sisters and I took control of the remaining eight SWAT officers, giving us four each. Isabella and Agnes waited near Mark Glassner's house with their men. There was only one thing left to do to set the angel's plans into motion.

Today, Mark Glassner's villainy would end. He and his whore would die for their sins, and I would free Sister Louise Afra from their foul clutch.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out into the sunny, June day. I was dressed in the maid's clothing, a gray smock with a white apron, the type of uniform a maid would wear at any motel. I took the four steps to reach Room 15's door.

I took another deep breath to calm my roiling stomach, and then I slipped the maid's keys into the lock. I twisted the key, my palms sweaty. The SWAT officers were the back up. The spell I would cast in this room should lead to Mark's downfall.

"Housekeeping," I announced, slipping into the room.

On the bed lay a woman in a black teddy, her thighs spread apart and naked. She gasped and yanked up her covers across her lap. She had beautiful, black hair that framed what would have been a pretty face.

Instead she was a puffy mess from crying, black mascara leaving unsightly streaks down her cheeks, her hazel eyes were bloodshot. She wiped at her eyes and sniffed loudly, staring at me with shock. "What? Don't you knock?"

"Sorry," I lied. "Oh, sweetie, what's wrong?" I asked, using my motherly voice. It had been so long since I comforted my own daughters. Tears misted my eyes. I blinked them away as I sat on the edge of the bed. "Huh, sweetie?"

"Nothing," she said, wiping at her tears. "Just, just leave."

"I'm Theodora. What's your name, sweetie?"

"Alice."

I grabbed her hand. I needed to perform the Qannow spell on her when she was at her most emotionally vulnerable. It would turn her into a weapon against the Warlocks. I didn't want to do this, it felt wrong, but the angel's assured me it was the best way. All our other methods had failed.

So I scooted closer. I put on my most motherly smile. "You can tell me."

"I...I...my girlfriend left me," she sobbed, her face breaking with pain. "I...we..."

"Oh, sweetie." My heart broke for her. I hugged her to my chest. Her tears wetted the front of my smock as I held her. "That's terrible. Why did she leave such a beautiful girl like you?"

She sniffed and answered with a bitter stain to her voice, "Her fiancee. She just wanted to fool around with me." She sniffed again. "'It was just fun,' Mary said." More sobs wracked the woman's body. I stroked her hair. "I thought we had something!"

"I bet you would do anything to be with her?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"I love her," she moaned. "I love her so much! I would do anything to have my Mary back!"

"Qannow," I whispered.

White light engulfed us both--the prayer's manifestation. Alice stiffened in my arms. The white light sank into her body. Her aura flared golden bright for a heartbeat before fading back into silver. She pulled away from me. Her tears stopped.

"I...I have to go," Alice said. "I needed to get something from home. And then Mary and I can be together."
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