Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

When the burden of serving Heaven grows too great, choose a worthy successor. With the Prayer of Zebed you may pass on the Gift of the Spirit, but pray to the angels and the Creator above that your choice is wise.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Graham, WA

"What did you do to me?" I asked Sister Theodora in confusion, my body tingling, the final spurts of my cum erupting into her pussy.

Mary squirmed beside us, her mouth covered in silver duct tape. She struggled against the plastic ties binding her wrists behind her back. She struggled to tell me something with her green eyes. Her auburn hair flew about her head as she thrashed. I cast my gaze back to the nun.

"Tell me," I snarled at the nun.

"I gave you my gift," she answered, her silver aura flashed black for a moment as my powers affected her. They shouldn't have. Moments ago, her aura had been the gold of a nun, making her immune to a Warlock's power. And then I came in her and she cast her prayer and... her aura went silver, the color of a normal person.

Even now, the silver returned to her aura, driving back the black. My control over her wasn't permanent. My question was a simple one, a command she would have followed if I hadn't ordered her. Other commands, ones that changed how a person thought, would make their auras permanently black—like the sluts' auras. Or like every cop I had encountered. I made them permanent Thralls by telling them that everything I did was legal.

And it wasn't. Not even close.

Those cops included the SWAT officers who raided our house and whom the nuns co-opted today to attack us.

"What?" I asked in confusion. The nun gave me her power? What was going on?

When I walked into the cabin to rescue my fiance, Mary, I had found Sister Theodora Mariam, the nun who had already attacked me through my sister, holding a gun to my fiancee's head. Anger swelled in me. First she used my sister, and then today she led a group of SWAT officers and a pair of other nuns to assault my home. She killed my followers—killed Chasity—and fled with Mary. I tracked them down with a spell and entered the house alone to save my soulmate.

With a gun to Mary's head, I would do anything to protect her. Sister Theodora gave me an ultimatum: if I didn't submit to the nun's exorcism, give up my Pact with the Devil, and lose all my powers, she would kill Mary. The choice was simple.

Mary.

It meant I would go to prison. Everyone I put under my power, all the cops, all the people I fucked, all the people whose lives I changed, awakening them to sexual freedom, would revert to whom they normally were. I had robbed banks. I had committed "terrorist" acts. The FBI still investigated me.

I would go to prison. But it would be worth it if Mary lived.

So I submitted. Sister Theodora mounted me, fucking me. She had to bring me to orgasm to exorcise me. I didn't fight the pleasure of her pussy. What was the point? I stared at Mary as the pleasures swelled in me, the nun's cunt hot and wet and sweet. When I came in Sister Theodora, I expected her to exorcise me and steal my powers. Instead, she gave me something else.

A golden power.

The power had sunk into the very fiber of my being, the very essence of my soul. It was at that moment her aura stopped being golden. Did that mean she wasn't a nun any longer? Well, my command worked on her. Was I a nun now? Or the male equivalent?

A priest? Monk?

I glanced at the last SWAT officer remaining. The rest were killed or captured by my bodyguards. He shook his head, frowning in confusion. Theodora's control over him was gone along with her powers, his aura black.

He glanced at me, recognized me. The commands I gave him after the raid two weeks ago triggered him to act. "Sir, do you need help?"

"Free me," I demanded, my wrists cuffed over my head. "And Theodora, go free Mary and then sit on the couch."

"All right," Theodora said and dismounted me while her aura went pure black, driving away the creeping silver.

The SWAT officer uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. I rubbed at my wrists, working circulation back into my fingers. I felt so strong as I stood there, my mind reeling. Was I a nun now? What had Theodora done to me?

Theodora bent down and ripped off the duct tape covering Mary's mouth.

"Damn," Mary winced then moistened her lips as Theodora seized Mary's hands bound behind her back and pulled at the plastic cuffs zip tied around her wrists.

"I can't do anything about the zip ties," Theodora said in a panic as she realized she couldn't fulfill my command.

"Fine, just sit on the couch." I motioned to the SWAT officer. "You, free Mary."

"Sir," he nodded and walked over to Mary, pulled out a knife, then cut the plastic zip ties restraining her.

Mary stared at me in astonishment, rubbing her wrists, and then she flew across the room, hugging me fiercely. I caught her, holding her against me. She shuddered, crying, her arms so tight about me, holding me with a desperate intensity.

"You were shot," she cried. She looked up at me, tears running down her face. "You were dying. How?"

"Lilith," I answered, remembering the dark void I had fallen into after I died and my discussion with Lilith. I made a deal with her. I was learning making deals with demons always came with hidden costs.

What would my Pact with the Devil cost beside my soul? And Mary's? Why had he made them with us? Why had he given us the means to summon Lilith?

No, those questions didn't matter right now. I had my fiancee back in my arms. I buried my face in her auburn hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo. I rocked her as she sobbed against me. Anger filled me. We both almost died today.

Alice, Mary's friend and lover, shot me. I bet she was under the control of Theodora. My gaze found the nun, anger building inside of me. She attacked us. Killed Chasity and five of my bodyguards. A white-hot rage gripped me as I stared at the woman as she sat calmly on the couch.

I looked at the SWAT officer. "Kill Sister Theodora Mariam."

He drew his 9mm sidearm. The very same handgun Theodora threatened my Mary with just minutes ago. Satisfaction filled me. Theodora glanced at the gun rising to point at her. Instead of fear, her face became calm, accepting. She closed her eyes, ready to face her punishment.

"No!" Mary pushed away from me. "Put the gun away!"

The SWAT officer froze as he struggled with conflicting commands. Mary and I were both Warlocks, and we both had made Pacts to get mind control powers. Mary received hers from Lilith. Mary feared what she would do if she ever possessed my mind control powers, so she didn't wish for them from the Devil when she made her Pact. But she had to surrender to the necessity of having them to save me from Sister Theodora's first attack, and used her final wish with Lilith.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

Mary's auburn hair flew behind her as she slid between the man and Theodora, arms out-stretched. What was going on here? Did Theodora do something to Mary when the bitch captured my fiancee? Did the nun place some sort of spell on Mary? The damned nuns were cunning.

Theodora stared at Mary with blossoming hope.

"What's going on, Mary?" I demanded, the only person my powers could not affect. My last order to Mary was for her to ignore my orders, freeing her from my powers. "She killed Chasity."

Theodora flinched and tears fell from her eyes. Why did that make her cry?

"I know," Mary said, her voice hoarse. "Chasity died trying to save me. But..." Mary's lip quivered. "But she's my mother, Mark."

Mary's words crashed into me. I stumbled back a step, struggling to understand how that was possible. I stared at Theodora and I saw it. When I first walked in, I thought the nun, with her blonde hair, looked familiar. Mother and daughter had the same heart-shaped faces, same cheekbones.

"The golden thread," I whispered in shock.

When we cast the spell to let us see auras, we discovered a golden thread touching Mary and her two sisters, Shannon and Missy. The threads represented a person's connection to another. My thread to Mary's was tightly wrapped about her, both of ours red, and bound by black chains, the manifestation of Mary's wish for us to always be together.

We were soulmates. Which is the only reason Mary forgave me for what I did to her.

I must know someone who is a nun, Mary had said when we discovered the thread last week.

"How?" I asked, still struggling to think. "I thought your mom ran off with a musician? Abandoned you, your father, and sisters to fuck around with a rock band."

"That musician was a Warlock," Mary answered. "He... he did some bad stuff to my mom. Karen rescued her, and Mom thought her relationship with Dad was destroyed so she became a nun."

I blinked, struggling to understand. Karen, formerly Sister Louise Afra, was our sex slave. Was the first nun who tried to exorcise me a few weeks ago. But Lilith tainted Karen, breaking her connection to Heaven. And then the demon fucked her with a hermaphroditic cock. My stomach twisted. What did Lilith want with the child growing inside Karen?

No, now wasn't the time to think about that. Focus.

"You said you gave me your gift, Theodora? So, what, I'm a nun now?"

"Yes," she answered. "Well, I guess you'd be a monk, actually."

"Mark, you changed when she said that word," Mary said. "Look in a mirror. You look eighteen." Mary rubbed a hand along my bare chest. I didn't bother to put on a shirt when I came looking for her. Blood still stained me from the gunshots. "And your chest. Mmm, you're all muscly," Mary purred. "And your aura is bronze now. Not red. Or even gold."

"Bronze?" I asked. "Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?"

Theodora frowned. "I don't know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers. I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam."

I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I broke away from Mary and found a bathroom. I stumbled in, my eyes widening in shock as I stared at my reflection. I looked like myself, sort of. I had lost a few years from my face. I was a little more boyish, and the fat along my jowls had vanished. I was lean now, in shape, with defined muscles. Not the bulging mass of a weightlifter, but the toned athleticism of a man in peak physical shape.

I did a few poses, marveling at my physique.

"Mmm, you look so hot," Mary cooed. I glanced back to see her licking her lips as she leaned against the bathroom door. "Yum. You were so cute before, doughy and soft, but now..."

It was dramatic. I had been losing shape, getting healthier for Mary. I took up jogging, the weight sweating off of me. But this was even more dramatic. Laughing, I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was almost as light as a feather. She laughed, hooking one arm around my neck. I kissed her sweet lips.

What a kiss. It was wonderful to hold her. She snuggled in my arms, her tongue flashing against mine. I had her back. We had won again. I didn't want to break the kiss, but questions still rattled around in my head.

I carried her back to the living room and went to set her down, but her arm tightened around my neck in protest. "No. I like this."

I grinned at her. "Sure. I can carry you all day."

She squealed and gave me another kiss. Tiffany watched us. I froze, realizing she was my future mother-in-law. A mother-in-law who had my cum dripping out of her pussy and looked as young as her daughter.

And hot.

"Why did you do this, Tiffany?" I asked after breaking the kiss. I struggled not to laugh as Mary's ticklish fingers ran across my chest. "Give me your powers?"

She bit her lip. Mary did that same thing when she was thinking. "I want my husband back," Tiffany confessed. "But I had to know what sort of man you were first. To test you. Mary said you were a good person, deep inside. When you submitted to the exorcism and surrendered your power to save my daughter, I made my choice. You really love her. You have a good heart beating in your chest. It is a shame you made your Pact. But maybe with my Gift, it will help temper you and bring out the better person inside you."

"And would you have really shot your daughter?" I growled, my anger rising again.

She shook her head. "No. I couldn't do that. I would have ordered Dennis," she glanced at the SWAT officer, "to restrain you, and then I would exorcise you. Then her. I put the gun to her head to see what you would do. To understand what my daughter saw in you." She smiled. "Deep inside, you're a good man. Try to remember that."

Anger still choked at me. I struggled to keep composed, but she had still put a gun to my fiancee's head. "And what am I supposed to do with you? Am I just supposed to forget what you did to Chasity?"

"She's my mother, Mark," Mary whispered.

"And you hated her, Mary!"

She flinched, and I winced. I hadn't meant to yell. "Sorry, Mare."

"I didn't know the truth," she answered, tears brimming in her eyes. "I thought she hated us. Me, Dad, my sisters. That she discarded us b-because she didn't love us. Didn't need us. I didn't know that she was stolen from us. Brutalized."

Mary wiggled in my arms, and I sat her down. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to her mother. The pair shared a fierce, loving hug. I stared at Tiffany, struggling to hold on to my hatred, but the pain in Mary's voice, the joy on her face, made it hard.

"I love you, mom. I never really stopped loving you. I think that's why I was so angry with you. Why it hurt so much when you... disappeared" Mary looked up at me. "Let's go home, Mark."

Mary's eyes pleaded with me.

"Fine," I answered. I would have to work on controlling my anger. I doubt I could ever forgive her mother.

Mary broke her embrace with her mother and rushed to me. She kissed me, her hands roaming my body. That helped a lot to soften my anger. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her, no matter how hard.

"Thank you, Mark. For coming for me."

"Always." I stroked her face. "I love you."

"I am sorry," Tiffany said, clutching her hands together, fresh tears in her eyes. "I thought I was doing the right thing when we attacked you." She gave a bitter laugh. "It was all for the greater good."

"It's fine," I repeated, not wanting to think about it. I scooped Mary up into my arms again. "Let's go home."

"Yes," Mary said, then giggled, a huge smile on her face.

I walked out of the cabin and into the sunshine. I crossed the lawn. My bodyguards, led by 51, waited at their cars, AR-15 rifles aimed at the house. They relaxed when they saw us. Tiffany and the SWAT officer trailed behind us as Mary squirmed in my arms.

"A girl could get used to this," Mary laughed.

Ebony-skinned 51 rushed forward, still holding her assault rifle, pointed down, a wary look on her faces. "Sir, ma'am."

"It's okay," I told her as she gave Tiffany a look.

Then the professionalism vanished into relief. The other bodyguards—I'd brought all who were fit for duty—rushed forward, excitement and joy on their faces. They reached out, touching my muscular arms and Mary's legs.

"You're safe."

"I am," Mary beamed. "And doesn't Mark look so sexy?"

"Yes," 51 purred. "Better than my ex-husband."

I blinked. I had ordered 51, and any other married members of the bodyguard, to divorce their husbands when I selected them to serve. A twinge of guilt shot through me. Five had died defending us, and a few others were gravely wounded. They were only hurt because I made them dress in a scanty, Halloween parody of a police uniform—short skirts, half-unbuttoned blouse, tits almost hanging out, heels instead of proper shoes.

No body armor.

Something had to be done about that. Maybe a spell. I would have to talk to Sam, the slut who was translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor for us. She had been smart, a Ph.D. candidate in ancient languages when we claimed her during our trip to New York last week.

"I'm glad everything is all right, sir," 51 said. She glanced at Tiffany. "Should the prisoner be put under guard?"

"She's not a prisoner," I said as I set Mary down by the police car. "She's Mary's mother. She's coming home with us."

"I see, sir." I could feel 51's anger rippling off of her. She deserved her emotions. I didn't see the need to order her to forget. I couldn't blame her for her anger. Her fellow bodyguards were dead. I wanted to rip off the blonde woman's head. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but how could I ever forget that Chasity was dead?

"Let's go home," I said, opening the backseat of the cop car. Mary slid in. I followed. Tiffany took the passenger seat while 51 drove. "It's been a long day."

Alison Hertz - South Hill, WA

"Do you think he saved her yet?" I asked, gripping the Nextel in my hand, listening for any chatter from the bodyguards that went with Master to save Mistress.

He has to be safe, my subconscious whined. I'm his slave. I have to be with him. He has to come back.

I nodded my head. I always trusted my subconscious. Well, almost always. Lately, my subconscious objected first to my feelings for and then to my impending marriage with my fellow slut Desiree. But Master and Mistress approved of my love for the busty Latina. In every other way, I listened to my subconscious. It led me to a life, though I was only eighteen, of decadent sex which culminated in Mark Glassner.

My Master.

My subconscious had whispered I should give myself to him as he fucked me behind the counter of Goth Topic that wonderful day three weeks ago. That finally the man I had waited for to take me by the scruff of the neck had arrived and it was time for me to submit. So I did and hadn't been sad once.

Until today.

Noel knelt over Chastity's body, a cloth draped over it. Paramedics loaded other dead bodyguards into the back of ambulances to take them to the morgue and await for their funeral. They came for Chastity and Noel collapsed into a ball, sobbing hard.

The pair had been close. Like me-and-Desiree close.

Desiree pressed behind me, her naked breasts on my back, her arms around me. "You're so worried."

"Master hasn't sent word. What if the nun killed him?" Tears fell down my cheeks.

"Then let's call him and find out."

I turned around and looked at my lover. She was taller than me, her face beautiful, her skin a lovely shade of brown. I sniffed and smiled, her breasts pressing against my pierced nipples. "That would be great."

I loved her so much. She broke away to grab a cell phone. You shouldn't love her. Only devote yourself to Master.

I ignored my subconscious as Desiree's fingers tapped her phone's screen. I trembled, hoping Master was still fine. Fearing he wasn't. Just as she was about to dial, a furious Fiona stormed up to the house.

"That bitch," she snarled.

I gasped in shock as Fiona told us what happened at Good Sam Hospital.

Let all rejoice and sing praise. The Miracle has revealed the Living Gods' divinity to us all. They shine so bright with love. They have come to lead mankind into utopia, free from hatred.

—First Book of Vivian 15:1

Mary Sullivan - Graham, WA

The cop car pulled away from the cabin. It lay off the busier meridian, hidden in the pine trees. This close to Mount Rainier hadn't been as heavily developed as South Hill. But the suburb spread down Meridian, creeping farther and farther south as more houses and businesses were built.

I snuggled up against Mark on the drive back, loving how solid he felt now. I always found him cute, loving him despite him being a little overweight, but now he was muscled like a Greek god. My pussy was so wet. I smiled as his hand stroked my hair.

"What did you have to give Lilith to save your life?" I asked, curious how that demon-bitch was back in our lives. After I made my final wish to her, gaining the power of mind control, I thought she was done with us, sent back to hell. I was glad to see her gone.

And nervous she was still around.

"Karen," Mark answered. "Until her child is born."

"Of course," I groaned in instant understanding. Lilith had fucked Karen and implanted a child in her womb which grew so fast. In a few weeks, barely a month after Lilith impregnated her, Karen would give birth. But Karen was tied to Mark with the Zimmah bond. It was a powerful spell. Our sluts couldn't be used by nuns the way the SWAT officers had. It bound their life forces to us. If Mark died, so would any bound to him. Which included all of my family.

Mark's family was bound to me. And since I wished to live as long as Mark did...

"Makes sense. Karen would have died with you," I said. I didn't want to think about such depressing thoughts. Worrying about Lilith, and what she wanted with that child, could wait. I stroked Mark's stomach, savoring the rippling of his abs. He was so sexy. My pussy grew wetter. "I've always had a weakness for a muscular chest."

Mark's cock tented his pants.

I turned in my seat, pressing against him, my lips nuzzling into his neck. I kissed him as my hand slid down and found his cock tenting his jeans. I squeezed him, savoring his girth, my pussy clenching in anticipation of his cock.

Mark groaned. His cock throbbed. I gave him another squeeze and nibbled at his neck. My tits, separated by my sundress, rubbed into his muscular arm. Every part of him was so strong now. So hunky and wonderful.

"What were we doing when we were interrupted?" Mark asked me with a smile.

"This," I purred and raised my hand from his cock. I seized the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

I groaned as his lips met mine. He kissed me hard, passionate. His hand slipped between me and the seat, grasping my hip. I moaned into the kiss, our tongues meeting, my heart speeding up as my pussy grew juicier.

Wet for him.

We both almost died today. And now we were alive. I yearned for him, to feel him in me, his hard cock thrusting, his cum spurting. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers tightened on my hip. His other hand seized me and he pulled me onto his lap.

I squirmed on him, grinding against his bulge. My hands rubbed at his muscular chest as our lips kept kissing. We never broke contact. My nipples tingled as his hands ran up and down my sides, pulling the fabric against them.

Then they moved up and cupped my breasts. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples. Delicious, electric pleasure shot down to my pussy. My clit throbbed against his bulge. I moaned into the kiss and returned the favor, my thumbs rubbing at his small, hard nipples. I kissed him harder. Every time he brushed my nipples, he sent another rush of tingling bliss through me, making me hotter.

I had to fuck him.

I ground harder against him, savoring the feel of him. I pinched and rolled his nipples as our tongues dueled. His hands squeezed and kneaded my breasts. My pussy rubbed on his rough jeans. No panties separated my cunt from being fucked.

But his jeans were in the way.

Mark must have read my mind, because he broke the kiss and gasped, "I need to be in you, Mare. You're making me so hard."

I ground on him and purred, "I can feel just how much you need me. So hard. You're just aching to be in my cunt."

I didn't care that my mother was in the front seat. I had fucked my father and both my sisters. It was only a matter of time before Mom joined me in bed. And maybe Mark would be with us. If he could forgive her for what she did today...

But that was later. Right now, I had to fuck my fiance.

I reached under us and unzipped his jeans with deft fingers. I popped his fastener and shoved inside. I found his cock, hard and throbbing and warm. I stroked him as I kissed Mark again. He groaned into me as I brushed the crown of his dick, smearing precum into it.

My pussy clenched. I needed that cock in me right now. No more playing around. We were both alive, Heaven had failed to stop us, and it was time to celebrate with the hot, passionate press of flesh. With shuddering orgasm and spurting juices.

Sex. The best way to celebrate our victory.

I fished out his cock. His dick was hot in my fingers. I rose on him and guided his dick upwards. It brushed my thigh. I swiveled my hips, the tip brushing across my fold. Mark groaned into our kiss as I swabbed his dick through my wet folds.

"Fuck, Mare," he groaned, breaking the kiss. "That's nice."

"It's about to get nicer," I promised, my voice husky. I brought his dick to the entrance of my pussy.

And slammed down on him.

Mark groaned, his hands tightening on my tits, as I sank down on his girth. He filled me up, stretching my pussy wide. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me. I wrapped my arms about his neck, squirming, savoring him being in me. My stallion was in my cunt. Just where he belonged.

"I'm back inside my filly," he moaned, arms slipping around me and grasping my ass.

"Yes," I hissed. "I love riding my stallion."

We kissed again, my lips hungry for him. I pumped up and down on his cock, hard and fast, wild for the heat and passion. Pleasure rippled through my body from the friction building up between us. Hot, wet, delicious friction that shuddered through me. My juices sloshed around his cock. I loved the noises we made as I fucked my stallion.

"Mary," My mom gasped in the front seat, finally noticing. "What are you doing?"

I broke the kiss, leaning back, my breasts jiggling beneath my sundress as I rode my fiance hard. "Fucking my fiancee, Mom. We were trying to have make-up sex when everything happened." I glanced over my shoulder at her, my hips pumping away, sliding my cunt up and down Mark's wonderful cock. It was so hot to do this as Mom watched on, her blue eyes wide in shock. "Mom, you'll need to get used to this. We're a very affectionate family now."

Mom blushed as prettily as Missy, my youngest sister, did. "What does that mean?"

"I've slept with dad. And with Missy and Shannon," I answered as I continued sliding my wet cunt up and down on my stallion's cock. "And with Mark's mother and sister."

Tiffany gaped at me, her eyes bugging out. "Holy fudge, Mary. You've been... with your dad? And your sisters?"

"Yes," I moaned, my pussy contracting about Mark's cock. For a moment, I remembered the thrill of riding Dad's cock, his eyes blindfolded. He had no idea his daughter was fucking him. It was the final line I hadn't wanted to cross as Mark led me into more and more depraved sex. The most taboo.

And I had cum so hard when he came in me, unloading the same seed which had conceived me in Mom's womb.

"If you want to be with Dad, there's a few ground rules we need to cover, Mom." I kept looking at her as she peered back at us from the front seat. My hips swiveled, my ass clenching as I slid up Mark's cock. The pleasure built in my core.

Tiffany sighed. "Of course. You two are Warlocks. I know that there will be... things that I will find... unappealing. Just... just let me be with Sean." Her eyes were so wide, so pleading. She loved Dad so much and he still loved her despite all the pain.

Pain that wasn't my mom's fault.

"That's between you and Dad," I answered. I hoped he would take her back. "First, incest is not wrong. Second, it's okay to have a sex slave." I gave Dad a nubile, naughty schoolgirl named Felicity. "Third, you need to let Mark perform the Zimmah Ritual on you. And, finally, you have to let me and Mark protect you. You can ignore anything else I tell you to do."

I watched Mom's aura transform from silver to black. She shuddered, new ideas bursting in her head. I felt her eyes glance down at my naked ass cupped in Mark's hands. Speculation entered her eyes. Nuns were all sluts. And Karen had talked about Theodora being her lover.

Then I turned to Mark. I stopped riding him. He groaned, giving me a pleading look, his face twisted with bliss.

"What, Mare?"

I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed. "Fine. Tiffany, you can ignore my commands if you want to."

"Okay, Mark."

I beamed at Mark and pumped my pussy on his cock. He groaned, pleasure spreading across his face. I smiled at him, my hips swiveling, undulating, moving faster and faster, guided by his hands, my clit arching.

"Oh, Mom, I love his cock," I moaned, glancing at her again.

Lust burned in her eyes. A smile was on her lips now as she stared at my naked ass. Mark squeezed my butt-cheeks then pulled them apart as he slammed me down on his cock. My pussy clenched about his girth, my excitement growing.

I loved having Mom's eyes on me. I couldn't wait for the first time that we made love.

"You've grown up into a very beautiful woman," Mom purred, not hiding the lust.

"I can see why you became a nun," Mary laughed. "You look as young as me. Shannon's not going to be happy."

"You two could be sisters, not mother and daughter," Mark groaned. "Come on, Mare, ride me. I want to cum in you so badly."

I laughed. "He's such a horn dog. He can't act properly unless he cums at least once an hour. I swear, those sluts of ours work over time to keep him happy."

"Your... sex slaves." I could see it in her eyes. Mom was readjusting to her new outlook. "Kinky. I've seen a few of them on the news. They're all beautiful."

"Mark picked most of them," I gasped. "And you can tell what he's interested in. Look at 51 there."

"Hot women," the bodyguard agreed, her voice a purring moan. "Are you going to cum in her, sir?"

"Yes," Mark groaned, his face twisting with passion. "Damn, your cunt is so tight, Mare."

"Oh, you say the sweetest things."

I kissed Mark again while his fingers moved from my ass. He pushed down the straps of my sundress. I wiggled my arms to slip them out. The dress fell down past my breasts. My nipples rubbed on Mark's muscular chest as I kissed him hard.

"Oh, wow," Mom moaned. "That's getting my pussy wet."

I broke the kiss with Mark and turned around. "Then rub one out, Mom. Masturbate that cunt. You're all full of Mark's cum any—"

I squealed in delight. When I turned to talk to my Mom, the motion moved my right nipple to Mark's waiting lips. He didn't hesitate. He sucked my dusky nipple into his hungry mouth. The sudden sensation shocked me out of my train of thought. I ground on him, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone as he nibbled and teased.

What a wonderful fiance.

His hands went back to my ass, kneading me as his tongue circled my hard nub between sucks and moans. He guided my hips as I rode him, gasping in pleasure. Up front, I heard Mom sigh and the unmistakable, wet sound of fingers sliding into hot cunt.

"Oh, yes, finger your twat, Mom," I moaned. "Pump those fingers in and out of your cunt. Mmm, that's the sort of family we have now. We love each other. No reservations."

"None," agreed 51.

"It sounds so wicked," panted Mom.

"So wicked," I agreed.

My orgasm built inside of me. My pussy savored every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my cunt. This was so hot. I had my stallion back. My mom wasn't a whore. She was joining us, frigging herself hard in the front seat.

And Mark was in me. He was in my pussy. I threw back my head, my orgasm swelling through me. My fingers dug into his shoulders. His mouth sucked so hard on my nipple. I gasped, sliding my cunt faster and faster on his cock.

My clit slammed into his pubic bone.

I came hard.

"Oh, fuck, I love your cock inside me, Mark," I gasped as ecstasy burst in my hot depths. My flesh spasmed about his dick as the rapture flooded through my mind. "Mmm, my randy stallion!"

I bounced faster and faster on Mark, compelled by the rapture consuming my body. My pussy spasmed about his wonderful cock. His hips thrust up from the seat. I gasped, my clit slapping hard into his groin every time I bottomed out.

A second orgasm shot through me. He groaned about my nipple, my pussy massaging his dick, keeping him in wonderful bliss. He released my nipple, his fingers digging into my ass, as he grunted his pleasure.

"Are you cumming?" my mom asked.

"Yes," I hissed. "I'm cumming on my fiance's big dick. It's wonderful, Mom."

"Shoot," she groaned. "Oh, gosh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!" My mom came and shuddered. She didn't swear at all. It was so weird, such a mom thing to do. I loved it. I loved the passion in her voice.

I shuddered on Mark's cock, fucking him harder, inspired by my mom's moans. I stared into my fiance's blue eyes, such gorgeous eyes, and groaned, the pleasure boiling out of my cunt and through my body.

"Gonna cum, Mare!" he grunted.

"Oh, are you going to fill your naughty filly's cunt with your cum?" I moaned. I pumped my hips wildly on his cock, eager for the hot flood. "Cum in me! Cum! Cum!"

My chants grew louder and louder, urging him to flood my pussy. I slammed down hard on him, my cunt rippling on his cock as I came over and over. My sheath milked his cock, begging for his cum. As soon as I had my next period, I was off the pill.

I wanted his child.

"Mare," he groaned and then he erupted.

I slammed down on him, the pleasure roaring through me. I felt each powerful blast splash against my cervix. I knew he was fertile. He had already knocked up Korina, and I expected other sluts would find he left them in a family way. I shuddered on him, listening to his primal groans.

My pleasure peaked. I slumped forward and rested my chin on his shoulder.

His arms were around me. He held me and emotions surged through me in the wake of the bliss. The memory of him lying on the ground... I trembled, clinging to him, tears burning my eyes. The words spilled out of me: "Don't ever scare me like that again. I don't ever want to see you hurt and dying. You hear me, Mark Glassner?"

Mark Glassner

Tears fell down Mary's cheeks. Her green eyes swam with emotions as she clung to me, trembling. I reached up, wiped away a tear, her skin so warm beneath my finger. And then I lied to her.

"I won't, Mare. Never again."

I had to lie to her. I couldn't control the future, and Mary knew that. She smiled, pretending to believe me. It was what she needed to hear right now. She had witnessed her friend and lover, Alice, shoot me today. She had knelt over my dying body as my blood poured out of me. I couldn't imagine what that must be like. So I would say whatever she needed to hear.

Mary snuggled up to me. "Good."

"I love you, Mare." I kissed her on the forehead. She sighed, breathing slowing. I held her as the bliss of my orgasm bled out of me.

"I am starting to see what you like about him, Mary," Tiffany said, her face flushed from her orgasm. "So... how are Shannon and Melissa?"

"We call her Missy nowadays," Mary smiled. "And she's grown into a beautiful and very annoying eighteen-year-old. I'm not sad we don't share a bedroom any longer. Oh, and she has a boyfriend named Damien, and they are so cute together."

Well, Missy would be cute with anything. And Damien tried so hard to please her. I showed him a few things and we fucked Missy together. It had been so hot for the slim, excitable girl to cum on my cock.

Tiffany blinked back tears. "When I last saw her, she was so little. She stumbled around the house looking so cute." Tiffany sniffed. "And what about Shannon?"

"She's engaged," Mary answered. "George is alright. A bit of a pansy, but she likes that about him."

"How sweet." Tiffany swallowed. "And your Dad?"

"He's good. He still has that ridiculous ponytail." Mary paused, squirming on my lap. "I also gave him a sex slave. You'll like her. Although Dad loves her to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl. I think all those years of teaching community college and seeing all those barely legal schoolgirls may have corrupted him."

"A sex slave? I guess I'll have to get used to that." Tiffany smiled. "Well, it does sound exciting."

"Oh, she'll be yours as well if you and Dad get back together. Felicity is a little firecracker. I took her virginity with a strap-on as part of a spell. Mmm, Mark that was a hot night."

"Yes, it was," I smiled, remembering heading to Rogers Community College, finding April and Felicity, and bringing home the two virgins. We deflowered them both to protect us against STDs. The Zimmah spell passed that protection onto those bound to us.

Mary giggled, remembering that night. But her glee didn't last long. Mary looked at me, a frown replacing her mirth. "Mark, I think we need to talk later."

I opened my mouth to ask why, when my phone rang. I fished my phone out of my pocket. The caller ID said it was the Desiree. "Hello?"

"Mi Rey," purred my Latina slut. "Have you saved mi Reina, yet?"

"Yeah. She's sitting on my cock with a pussy full of cum right now."

"That's so amazing!" Desiree cheered and in the background I could hear the excited shouts of all the sluts, especially Alison. "Mi Rey," Desiree started saying then paused. I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

"What, Desiree?" I asked. Fear constricted my heart. Did Xiu die? Last I saw, she was on her way to the hospital with a bullet in her guts. Another victim of Tiffany's attack. I struggled to control my anger. She was Mary's mom. I had to tolerate her. For Mary's sake.

"Fiona's back from watching Karen. She said that puta, Lilith, appeared and took Karen."

"I know," I answered, sighing in relief that no one else had died. Then guilt squirmed in me. It was part of the deal I made with Lilith that she took Karen. But the demon promised to return Karen unharmed once she had her child. "Don't worry about it. This was expected news." Something I had to do.

"Okay, mi Rey," Desiree answered in relief. "We all are eagerly awaiting your return. Well, except Noel. She's very heartbroken about Chastity."

"Yeah," I said, my heart growing somber. The excitement of saving Mary faded as we neared home. Chastity and six of the bodyguard dead, Xiu and other women injured. All trying to protect me and Mare. They were happy to protect us.

Because I ordered them to.

Did that make me responsible for their deaths? At least partly. Tiffany and her nuns had attacked us, but I put those women in a position to be hurt out of my selfish lusts. I leaned back on the seat, holding Mary, and watched out the window as we came closer and closer to home.

51 had taken the back streets home, avoiding much of Meridian's terrible traffic. We drove on Shaw Road, passing the light at 39th Avenue. I peered ahead. I could see our street, Mountain View Court. I wasn't surprised to see the line of news vans parked on the shoulder.​