Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"You would always be beautiful," she told me, rubbing harder on my clit.

I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Dad's cock. She was wonderful. I leaned forward, sucking on her hard nipple. I nursed from this very nub as a baby. My cheeks hollowed as I loved it. Her free hand stroked my auburn hair, gasping as I pleasured her.

I loved the feel of Dad's cock inside me. It was the last chance for me to fuck him for awhile. My period should start tomorrow. And thanks to a spell Sam found I wouldn't have any of the bleeding or bloating, but my body would be preparing itself for my next chance to get pregnant So I was going off the pill so Mark and I could have our own child.

I was jealous of Korina for beating me to the punch.

So I savored riding Dad's cock as I sucked on Mom's nipple. My pussy ached as I slid up and down his shaft. He had a great cock, stirring up my pussy into a froth as I bounced faster and faster, sharing this naughty fun with my parents.

Pleasure swelled inside of me, stirred by Mom's finger on my clit and the friction of Dad's wonderful cock. Dad groaned every time I slammed down his shaft, engulfing his cock. His licks made Mom tighten her hand in my hair and let out wicked groans.

"Yes, yes, yes, eat my pussy, Sean, while our daughter sucks at my nipple. I wish I was lactating. Then I could nurse my baby girl again."

"Oh, yes," I moaned between sucks, my pussy clenching down on Dad's cock. "That would be so hot, Mom."

"After I give birth to your new brother or sister, I'll be sure to nurse all my children."

I looked up at Mom, my eyes widening. I could see the truth in her eyes. She and Dad were trying to have another kid. A surge of joy shot through me. My arms threw around Mom's neck, pulling her in for a loving kiss, tears burning in my eyes. I understood in that moment what another child meant for Mom.

A child she could watch grow up. She wouldn't have a Warlock ripping her away. Mark and I would take care of our families. They would have lives of peace and prosperity. They would all be happy.

I rode Dad faster as the pleasure built in my depths. I savored his cock rubbing against the sensitive walls of my pussy while Mom's tongue probed my mouth. I gripped her blonde hair and devoured her lips, kissing her hard.

My orgasm was building quickly as I slammed up and down on Dad. Mom rubbed so hard on my nipple, moaning in to our kiss. Dad stirred her up, driving her wild, making her gasp and moan and shudder on his face.

I knew exactly why she was doing that. Daddy knew how to lick pussy.

My mom broke the kiss and she bent down and sucked at my nipple. My eyes widened. I wished I was lactating so I could nurse Mom and Dad and Mark. Oh, it would be so hot to nurse my family, to feel that intimate moment as I made sweet love to them.

"Oh, that's nice, Mom!" I panted. "Mmm, after your a grandmother, I'll nurse you, too."

"Grandmother?" Mom asked before she swirled her tongue about my nipple.

"Yes," I moaned. "Mark and I are about to start trying for a baby."

"Yes," she moaned and sucked so hard on my nipple.

Mom's mouth was so hot on my nub. She would suck and nibble on it, then flick her tongue against it. She went back and forth, driving me wild. Mom sure knew how to please a woman. I cradled my mom's head to my breast as my orgasm swelled in me.

I slammed down on Dad's cock, throwing back my head. My entire body convulsed as the pleasure crashed through me. Ripples of incestuous passion shot through me as my pussy spasmed around Dad's thick cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I moaned as I kept riding Dad through the pleasure

"Mmm, was that a nice one, sweetie?" Mom asked.

I smiled and nodded. Then I bent down to suck on my mom's nipple. I teased her nipple, gently brushing it with my tongue as she writhed atop Dad's face. Then I sucked the hard nub into my lips, enjoying the feel of her fat nipple on my lips, aching for the day I would nurse from her for real.

"Oh my baby's sucking at my breast again," Mom moaned, stroking my cheeks. "Oh yes, that feels so lovely. How I missed you, Mary."

Her body trembled as she came on Dad's lips. She moaned and groaned, squirming on Dad's face. His moans were so sweet. I felt so close to her as I kept fucking my cunt up and down Dad's cock as he drank her juices.

And then he grunted into Mom's cunt as his cock flooded my pussy with his seed. I shuddered, a smaller orgasm rippling through my body at the feel of my Dad's cum flooding my pussy. I moaned about Mom's nipple as my cunt milked the last of his cum into my depths.

"Oh, that was so hot," groaned Mom.

"Yes," panted Dad.

I rolled off Dad, breathing so hard. My legs were sore from riding him so hard. I loved the burn in my muscles as the pleasure radiated out of my pussy. I stretched out on my back, legs spread wide, cum leaking out of my pussy.

"You need to eat me out, Mom," I told her. "To complete the spell."

"Sure, sweetie," Mom smiled and slid between my legs.

Mom's breath washed warm across my pussy as she lowered her face. She paused, a smile on her lips, admiring the sight of her daughter's snatch dripping with her husband's cum. Then she leaned down and took a long lick.

"Zimmah," I whispered as her tongue swiped through the incestuous mess between my thighs. I gasped as the energy flowed from Dad into the two of us, chaining Mom to my soul, protecting her from any other nuns.

"Oh, wow," Mom breathed, her eyes wide. "We'll be together, forever, won't we?"

"Yeah, Mom," I smiled as she dug her lips into my pussy and devoured Dad's cum from my snatch. "One happy family, forever."

"Forever," Dad whispered and then he leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I shuddered, tasting Mom's delicious pussy on his lips.

Forever with Mark and my family and our sluts.

And there, in the field behind their Blessed dwelling, the first tent was raised and consecrated with their Holy Passion. The Church of the Living Gods birthed in lust and love.

--First Book of Vivian 16:45-46

Friday, June 28th, 2013 - Daisy Cunningham

"Okay, set up the tent over there," my twin sister Rose said, her blonde hair gathered in a long braid, a straw hat shading her face from the hot, afternoon sun. "That's perfect for the pavilion"

"Yes, Priestess," answered the brawny man who then barked orders to the others. Men and women, though mostly men, began working to set up the huge tent where the fledgling Church of the Living Gods would meet in worship.

I still wasn't sure how my sister and I became priestesses for the fledgling religion. It just happened. At the worship orgy yesterday, everyone remembered our God Mark speaking directly to us. And then we began preaching about how They changed our lives. They listened. We talked about love and how it was what the Living Gods wanted from us. Like He taught our family in the garden section of the Lawn & Care store. A few weeks back, He had changed us. My twin sister and I loved our mother and father with all our hearts and bodies.

We had such wicked family nights now.

"Love each other," Rose had preached in the midst of the orgy on the street. "Demonstrate your love to each other. Do not let society tell you what is right and wrong when it comes to love. Do not be repressed by the antiquated morals of the religions of by-gone days. Follow the simple teaching of our Living Gods and just love each other!"

"That is what They want," I had answered, standing naked with her, holding my twin's hand. "Let no barrier prevent you from loving another. I love my sister. We were blessed by the Living Gods themselves. They opened our eyes and allowed us to act on the desires we had long repressed."

And then I had kissed my twin sister hard, and we had made love again while everyone watched us. Yesterday's orgy was amazing. I couldn't even count how many times I came or with whom. It was just flesh loving flesh, worshiping our Gods with our bodies.

Rose took my hand, flashing me a smile I knew so well. She was happy. We were official ministers now, signed up on Washington State's website. We had support from the Gods, too. One of the Holy Sluts, Jessica, had given us the money to buy the tent last night and permission to use the empty field They owned.

It was amazing how fast the world could change. On Wednesday, I knew the Gods were amazing people, but I hadn't recognized their divinity until I saw the Miracle on television. He healed himself after being shot a dozen times. He rose out of death, proving He was a living God. It was astounding. And others saw it, too. There were over two hundred people loving each other on the street outside their house.

I liked the Church of the Living Gods to be our official name, but people were calling us Markites, Miraclists, and Glassnerians. The Gods owned this lot, and they allowed us to set up our tent here.

"I see everything's going well," a woman said.

We turned and smiled at Beth Phillips. We weren't the only women to rise in prominence in the church. When everyone found out Beth, fucked in the restroom of a car dealership by Him, was pregnant with His child, they venerated her. She became an almost saint-like presence, dubbed a "Blessed Mother" alongside Vivian Anders, also pregnant with His child.

"Blessed Mother," my sister and I said as Beth joined us. "It will be grand."

"Vivian is back from the printer," Beth said. "You should see how well the picture of the Holy Martyrs turned out."

A tinge of sadness touched my heart as I thought of Chastity and the other brave bodyguards who died defending our Gods from the evil of the foul Nuns. "Good," I nodded. "I want them hung up in the entrance. I want everyone to see them and remember their sacrifice. Holy Chasity saved our Goddess's life."

Beth nodded, tears in her eyes. She turned to the tent erecting fast under the supervision of a few of the church's members who knew how to do it. So many of the Church were women, His and Hers lovers. Many were at the Buy Best during the orgy. I heard it had to close down today because there were not enough employees to staff it. I was already meeting some of the orgy's lucky participants: Kevin and Jessie, Ashley and her lesbian wife. Erin and her husband Bill, Veronica and her husband Marshal.

I spotted Vivian walking through the field with her lover, Cynthia. Both had witnessed the first union between our Gods. Vivian was already writing her account down to educate our growing flock.

"This is amazing," I whispered as the tent rose higher and higher. "They will be so proud of us."

My sister glanced over her shoulder at Their house. It was a simple dwelling for a God. They were on the porch. My eyes widened, seeing Them naked, unashamed, His arms wrapped about Her body, Her hair burning in the sunshine. Their bodies writhed in obvious passion as They watched us set up the worship tent.

I fell to my knees. "They're blessing us," I whispered, my heart racing. Ecstasy rushed through me as I watched Her breasts jiggle. I could almost hear Their moans. "Praise Their names."

"I still can't believe this is happening," Beth said, kneeling beside me, her hands clasped against her stomach. A demigod grew in her belly. "I wish I was a holy slut. That He had claimed me."

"We do as well," Rose sighed. "But They have other plans for us. We are here to shepherd Their flock. To be symbols of Their teachings. It is why we weren't chosen to serve Them directly. They knew we would be needed."

Beth's eyes widened. "Yes, yes, chosen to help the church."

Her beatific moans drifted on the wind as She achieved Her climax. "Blessed be Her pleasure," I whispered. "May it always flow with love."

Brian Carpenter

I grunted, straining with the others, pulling on the guideline to raise the final part of my pavilion. My girlfriend and sex slave, Suzette, stood before me, a collar tight about her neck, her leash looped over my right wrist. The collar and leash were presents from her. I had come home to find her kneeling, holding them and begging me to collar and leash her and to never let her go.

How could I say no?

Our relationship had transformed over the last two weeks. Before, we were sexually repressed Christians. We hadn't done more than hold hands and traded the most chaste of kisses. And though we knew we would get married, we both wanted to be virgins. To be good Christians.

And then He appeared at her college and changed her. And while Suzette wasn't a virgin our first time, it was still magical. She submitted to me. She let me act out the secret desires lurking in my soul, the shameful impulses that I had hid from her out of guilt. Because I was taught to feel guilty about wanting to tie her up, to spank her, to have her submission, to show her my love through my dominance, and to feel her love as she obeyed with a smile on her lips.

And it turned out she was the opposite of me--the submissive yearning to be dominated. The Living God had seen into our hearts, and He had set us free of guilt and shame and let us be happy. Since then, we had lived in BDSM bliss as Master and Slave, experimenting, trying out all the things we had learned, growing closer and closer together.

"Almost there," boomed Marshal, guiding us as we lifted the cord. He was an older man, his wife absolutely gorgeous, a bottle blonde with red highlights in her hair. They were awakened at the Buy Best orgy. "And that's it."

A great cheer went through the assembled crowd as the tent was raised. Suzette turned, beaming at me and then fell to her knees, her natural position. She hugged my legs, resting her head on my hip, facing my crotch. My dick ached in my jeans as I gripped her leash.

More than a few gave me envious, though friendly, looks. The Living Gods had sex slaves, and I already had my own.

"I can't wait for the marriage ceremonies," Suzette gushed. It was why the tent was raised so fast. There were many in the church who wanted to marry, relationships no minister or judge would ever recognize.

But the Living Gods were here to change that. There was nothing wrong with incest or homosexuality or BDSM.

"She is beautiful," Marshal said to me, nodding at my slave. "Though I doubt I could get my wife to kneel like that."

His wife, a busty blonde, laughed. "Afraid not, honey."

"Slave," I said, stroking her auburn hair gathered in a ponytail. I loved holding her hair like a leash.

"Yes, Master?" she purred, her eyes flashing up at me.

"Suck my cock."

Her smile grew. "Yes, Master."

"Damn," Marshal groaned as Suzette's fingers unzipped my jeans. Her hand reached in, pushing through the silt in the front of my boxers and pulling out my cock. She didn't hesitate to suck it with everyone watching us. "Life is changing so fast."

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "She can suck your cock, too, once she's finished. She's a good slave."

"Damn," Marshal grunted again, looking at his wife. "But, no. I have all the woman I need right here."

Veronica let out a sigh and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder. "Such a sweetie. Maybe I should suck your cock."

"Or I could lick your cunt," he told her.

"Mmm, later," she purred. "I have something to prove, Sir."

I frowned. She called him sir, but he said she wasn't his submissive, and she didn't act like it. But my mind couldn't focus as Suzette's wonderful mouth sucked so hard on my dick. I groaned, stroking her hair, savoring her mouth bobbing, her tongue swirling.

Her hand cupped my balls as Veronica unzipped her husband's pants and fished out a hard dick. She sucked on it hard, bobbing, proving that she could suck her man's cock just as well as my slave could.

I grinned at Marshal.

He grinned back.

"What a wonderful world," Marshal groaned, running his hand through his wife's hair.

"Amen," I groaned, Suzette sucking even harder. Her fingers were wonderful on my balls. I stared down, looking into her eyes, seeing the love shining back.

She proved her love every day with her submission. She trusted me to love her, take care of her, and give her what she needed. My hand tightened on her ponytail, holding it as a second leash as my dick ached in her mouth. She sucked as much of my cock into her mouth as she could take then drew it back so slowly.

I groaned, my head throwing back. My eyes fluttered at the pleasure shooting through me. My balls churned and boiled, my cum rising swiftly. I saw women watching us, envy in their eyes. They wanted to be sucking cock, to be worshiping a hard man. I spotted other couples engaging in sex, women sucking on dicks, men or women licking pussy.

"Suzette," I groaned. "That's it. Bob that mouth. Oh, you're just perfect. My submissive slave. Oh, damn, I want to take you with me. I want to show the world your submission."

A shudder ran through her. She sucked so hard, her tongue brushing my crown. Her cheeks hollowed. She was so enthusiastic So eager to be seen, to be paraded to everyone. The look in her eyes pushed me over the edge.

I erupted into her mouth.

"Drink it all," I moaned "Oh, yes, you were such a good slave. Oh, damn, what a blowjob. Oh, Suzette, yes."

She swallowed every drop, gulping it down, her thighs squirming as she savored it. Her tongue probed at the slit, sending final shudders of pleasure through my body before she popped her mouth off my dick.

"Mmm, Master, that is a wonderful idea."

"Showing you off to the world?"

"Exactly. Missionaries," she grinned. "We can be missionaries for Them. We can spread the word of the Living Gods, using our love as an example. Please, Master. Just like we used to talk about with Christianity."

My heart quickened. I nodded my head. "You are wonderful, slave."

"Thank you, Master."

I cast my head around, looking for the twin priestesses. I spotted Rose and Daisy. Beside us, Marshal shuddered, cumming in his wife's mouth as Suzette put away my cock, giving my dick's tip a final kiss, before zipping me up.

I pulled on her leash. "Come along."

I walked towards the twin sisters. They looked identical save for their hair. Daisy's was short, falling about her shoulders, while her sister had a long braid falling down her back. Both blonde, both nubile and sexy. They stood with proud expressions by Beth Phillips, a woman in her mid-twenties, her fine hair a lighter shade of blonde than the twins.

"Blessed Mother," I said to her, nodding my head. It was strange to say, but religion always had its little ritual "priestesses."

"It's Brian, right?" Rose asked, giving me a smile. "And Suzette. My, aren't you just the picture of submission?"

"Thank you, Priestess," she nodded then glanced up at me.

"I think the church needs missionaries," I said, a nervous tremble shooting through me. I was only eighteen, and though the twins were my age, they were still the priestesses, the ones taking charge of the religion. "People to go out and spread our religion, to preach."

Suzette nodded her head.

"What a wonderful idea," Daisy said, clapping her hands together. "And you two want to be missionaries?"

I nodded my head, eager. "Very much so."

"I don't see why the Living Gods would object," Rose said, glancing over her shoulder. "Yes, Brian, you and Suzette can lead a mission to..." Her words trailed off. "It's Them!"

The makeshift gate at the back of the fence separating the Living Gods' backyard from the field opened. A pair of bodyguards stepped out first, eyes scanning, looking so lovely in their sultry garb. Then the Gods appeared, naked and gorgeous, both perfect examples of human beauty divided into the Masculine and Feminine forms.

I didn't even remember falling to my knees as They approached. Suzette bowed low, her face pressed into the trampled grass, my hand resting on the back of her neck. The Gods approached, my eyes drinking in the beauty of the Goddess, Her firm tits bouncing, Her auburn hair spilling about naked shoulders. They walked naked and unashamed.

Of course. Why should anyone be ashamed at sharing their body? It was the outdated morality of the major religions who had filled us with such antiquated ideals as shame, modesty, sin. Our bodies were all beautiful in their own way.

"My Gods," breathed one of the twins.

The Living Gods paused at the twins. He said, "You raised the tent already. Impressive, Daisy, Rose."

"Thank you," both girls gushed, ecstasy in their voices.

"Thank you for blessing us with your presence and helping us sanctify the worship area," purred Rose.

"And for performing the marriage ceremonies tomorrow," added Daisy, the twins working well together, both instinctively knowing how to talk without interrupting each other.

"Oh, it's our honor," the God said, "to help you embrace love."

"Yes," the Goddess agreed, Her voice beautiful but tight, almost reserved.

"And is that Suzette?" the God asked. "She's the one who had your hair and led me to the locker room for such a delightful orgy."

"Horny stallion," laughed the Goddess, staring at my slave. "I can see why." Her green eyes flitted to me. "You are a lucky, young man to have such a nubile slave."

"Thank you, my Goddess," I groaned.

Her smile grew... brittle for a moment. "Yes, yes. Well, I want you two to love each other forever. For you to be an amazing Master and for her to be your devoted slave."

"Yes, my Goddess," I breathed with my slave, the both of us trembling. The power of Her words wrapped about my soul.

"Brian and Suzette wish to be missionaries," Daisy said, rising with her twin and walking with the Gods to the pavilion "To spread your Divine message."

"Good," He answered. "What do you think, Mare?"

"There's no stopping this from spreading," She answered. "They can go."

"They approve, Master," squealed Suzette. She threw her arms around my naked body. My heart throbbed. I loved her so much.

"Slave, we're getting married tomorrow, blessed by our Gods, before we leave."

"Yes, Master." Ecstasy shone in her green eyes.

"Now let's enjoy the worship orgy and bless the tent."

Noel Heinrich - Washington, DC

It was wonderful to be away from Mark Glassner and his abominable harem. My plane left SeaTac early and after a layover in Dallas, I had arrived back in the Capital. My brainwashed supervisors back in Tacoma--all under Mark's powers--thought I was on a secret mission for the asshole. They would give me anything I wanted.

I wanted revenge. Mark Glassner killed the woman I loved. Mark and Mary put Chasity into harm's way and she died, killed in the nun's attack. She was a slave. She had no choice but to protect them. Even worse, Mark Glassner's power swelled. He had a church now. Several hundred deluded people who thought that immature asshole was a god.

And his power would only spread. He would get into politics. How long until he was on the campaign trail, using his mind control to force people to vote for him? In three years, when the next presidential election would be held, I bet Mark Glassner would be on the ticket.

If he hadn't just ordered the country to let him be president by then.

America was about to fall under a tyrant's rule. And I would stop him. I checked into my hotel room, paid for on the FBI's dime, and grabbed my phone.

I called my mentor, Wyatt Kirby. The phone rang three times before he picked up. "Well, well, well, Noel Heinrich, I hadn't heard from you in a while. Been too busy up in Seattle." Amusement rang in his voice. "Too busy to call an old man and say hi."

"I've been neck-deep in the Mark Glassner situation, sir."

The amusement fled. "I heard you were... involved with him."

"By involved, you mean under his mental domination and forced to be his whore." I let out a bitter laugh. "Yes, that is what happened."

"Sounds serious."

"You have no idea." I hesitated. "I need your help. And your resources."

"Resources?" I could hear the caution in his voice "Why do you need my resources?"

"Not on the phone, sir. We need to meet in person." I hesitated "And whatever you do, sir, do not watch any live broadcast of Mark Glassner or Mary Sullivan."

"It can't be that serious," he laughed. "I thought it was a gas or something."

"You have no idea, sir. How soon can we meet?"

"Well, I'm not in the country. I'll be back Monday morning. Come on by to my house in Philadelphia. We'll talk like old times."

"Good, sir," I said, letting out a sigh. "I need help on this one. He's dangerous, and the FBI is compromised."

"That is hard to believe." He let out a sigh. He was once an FBI Agent, my trainer at Quantico when I first joined up. He retired not long after I made agent, founding a security consulting business which had made him a wealthy man the last few years.

"Sir, I know you're a patriot," I told him. "Believe me. What is coming will be dark and terrible, and we need to be ready to stop Mark Glassner."

And Mary Lou, blooming with radiance, walked down the aisle with her father, the bride trembling in awakened passion. And there awaited her God. With His hard shaft, He blessed the bride as she quivered and gasped with sweet release upon the altar.

--First Book of Vivian 16:55

Saturday, June 29th - Mark Glassner

"It is time, Master," Jessica said, sweeping into our bedroom. "The Living Church is waiting for you to perform the weddings. All thirteen of them."

"Thirteen couples?" Mary asked, arching an eyebrow.

"And I have a great idea for how to do the ceremony," I nodded. "Something just wicked."

Mary bit her lip.

"Are you still uncomfortable about this after yesterday?" I stroked her face. "Mary, we didn't give them any commands to worship us. The orgy was all them. They wanted to make love to us. They wanted to be fucked by their gods and blessed. How can you say no to that?"

"I can't," Mary said, a shudder running through her body. "That's what makes me so uncomfortable. I'm dripping wet, Mark, because they're out there, waiting. I can hear them." She glanced at our bedroom's balcony. From there, you could see the pavilion in the field behind our house, Mount Rainier looming behind it. "And it's spreading. People really think we're gods."

"Why not?" I shrugged. I took her hand, helping her stand. She was naked and lovely. "We have powers, Mary. We're better than them. And we're making their lives better. We're giving them happiness. We won't let them be hurt or corrupted. We're their champions. And it'll spread. Isn't that why you wanted me to get into politics?"

"Well..." Mary bit her lip.

"How is this different? Whether I'm ordering them to elect me or worship me, the result are the same. We make the world better. Me and you." I cupped her face, staring into her green eyes. "I love you, Mare."

"Damn," she sighed, shuddering. "You know what to say, don't you? To make me want this. To crave it. You've corrupted me, Mark Glassner."

"And you loved every moment of it."

I kissed her hard, savoring the taste of her lips, the feel of her body. My hard dick throbbed against her belly. If our congregation wasn't waiting for us, I would have taken her hard right here on the bed, loving my naughty filly. My queen. My goddess.

Mary shuddered when we broke the kiss. "I did love it. Every step." She smiled. "Fine, let's go marry our worshipers. We did fill out that online form for a reason."

"Ordained ministers for our own religion," I laughed.

Arm in arm, we walked through hour house and out into the backyard. A full honor guard awaited led by 51, the bodyguards all so beautiful in their skimpy cop uniforms. Our sluts formed around us, with Sam at the lead. She didn't look happy, but she wanted to be our Holy Vizier, so Mary told her to appear with us, to let people understood that she was one of our advisors.

"How goes the protection project?" I asked Sam as we walked towards the pavilion. My bodyguards were wounded and killed, along with Chasity, when the nuns attacked because I wanted them to dress like sluts.

And they couldn't do that wearing body armor.

"I may have an idea," she answered. "I am almost done translating the book. Once I finish, I can get to work on it."

"Good," Mary said, her voice heated. She had to watch Chasity die. I was already shot and dying. "And your project, Jessica?"

"Oh, that is coming along quite well. Looking at options for the alternative site, I think it's the perfect task for the captured SWAT Officers, and maybe a few of the women from the naked jogging club to administer." Jessica paused. "Like Cassie and her mother Belinda. They would all have to be bound, of course."

We had our last meeting of the naked Jogging Club yesterday morning, a final orgy before we had to part. It was too dangerous for me to jog exposed around the neighborhood. And I wanted Anastasia, Issy, and Madeleine to move out of the neighborhood. They were vulnerable to attack. Cassie and her mother were both devastated. And the idea they they would be bound, my servants, appealed to me.

"If they are willing," I said, then my voice grew harsh. "But you want to use the SWAT officers that attacked us?"

"They were victims of the nun's, too, Master." Jessica swallowed. "And, well, they have the skills required. And, frankly, we should never need them. But..."

"No point in sending off our sexy bodyguards to rot in the middle of nowhere," laughed Mary. "It's a good idea, Mark."

I glanced at Mary. She made sense. "Okay. They also have to be willing. I'll repair any damage being entangled with us caused to their families, too," I added with a sigh. Those SWAT officers all were in trouble after footage of the post-raid orgy was leaked to the media by Brandon Fitzsimmons. "I'm sure a few were married."

"I'm sure they would appreciate that," Jessica beamed. "We're going to need more capital though. The Church hasn't started collecting tithes and..." She sighed. "Our finances are a bit of a mess. It's almost more than I can handle. But we need more money."

"Need me to rob a few more banks?" I laughed.

"What about the fundraiser last night?" Mary asked. After the orgy last night, we had our first fundraiser for Mary's charity run by Dr. Willow. "I know Mark ordered the rich donors attending to be very generous."

"That's what I mean about our finances being a mess," bemoaned Jessica. "We were promised a lot of money, but it has to get moved around, and there's all these banking regulations. I'm not sure I have the skills for this."

"We'll talk about it later," I said as we reached the pavilion

Sam glanced at me. "Do I really have to announce you, Mark?"

"Quiet," Mary whispered. "You can't call us by our names where people can hear us. If we're doing this whole religion thing, we need to do it right. You wanted to be our Vizier. So be it."

Sam's olive face clenched then she inclined her head. She was free of our powers save the limitation she couldn't reveal the secrets she knew about us and learned in the book. The bodyguards and her swept into the pavilion. The church grew quiet.

My cheeks blushed in embarrassment as she announced in a ringing voice, "Bow before the majesty of the Living Gods, sent to this world to enlighten mankind with love."

"Maybe it is too much," I groaned.

"Didn't you like it, Master?" April asked, her voice quivering. "I thought it was perfect."

"It was," Mary said. "You did good work writing it, slut." She turned to me. "Shall we make our entrance?"

We passed through the antechamber of the pavilion and into the worship hall. It was lit by Christmas lights strung across the ceiling, rising to a point beneath the central pole. Other, shorter support poles formed a pattern through the pavilion. Pillows and blankets and bean bags scattered across the floor occupied by the lounging worshipers. They were all in various states of undress. A hush fell over them as they stared at us, stopping any fucking, men and women staring at us with worship. Those by the aisle reached out with hesitant hands, touching us, gasping in pure delight.

"We are your gods," I said, my voice booming with my command. "You worship us, love us, and will do anything for us."

"Yes, my God," they all breathed, their auras all the deep black of Thralls under my control. Mary gave me a sharp look and shook her head. My brow furrowed. I didn't think I went too far. They were here willingly. Now they would always be fervent worshipers, their faith never failing, never lacking.

Daisy and Rose trembled naked at the altar, the eighteen-year-old twins looking so fetching, their small breasts quivering. They fell to their knees as we reached the altar. It was a plain rectangle made of wood, polished to a waxy sheen. I could smell the tang of the polish.

Mary and I turned to face our worshipers. It was so hard to believe this had happened. When I made my pact, I never imagined I would be standing here before a crowd of people devoted to my pleasure. That all these people would want to worship and love me. It was intoxicating.

"We are here to unite lovers in the bonds of marriage," Mary said. "While we command you to love all your fellow humans, to share pleasure when and where you wish, we remind you that there is a special, intimate bond between a couple. Whenever two or more people choose to enter into a permanent relationship is sacred. Something that should be embraced. As my consort and I shall be united in holy matrimony, it is only right that you copy us. It does not matter what society says is right. Whether you are related by blood, of the same gender, or even if you wish to marry more than one person, we do not judge.

"We embrace. And we are here to embrace you."

"So step forward," I said.

"Earl and Marylou are the first to be married," Daisy announced as she stood to the side of us. "Father and daughter. They had to hide their relationship from the world after Earl's wife died two years back. At the tender age of eighteen, she comforted her father in his grief, and he comforted her. Is there anything wrong with such beauty? With such love?"

"No!" the worshipers answered.

I spotted so many familiar faces--Vivian and Cynthia, holding each other, Cynthia looking as wild as ever; Beth Phillips leaning against Aurora from the lingerie shop; Jessie and Kevin from the Buy Best, along with the sweet Muslim girl and the sexy Buy Best slut she made love to while I came on them; Erin with her husband Bill; Ashley looking sexy with her big tits on display, one arm around a man, the other around a mousy woman.

And they all smiled as the bride and groom entered. Earl was completely naked, his body fit for a man in his forties. But his daughter took my breath away. Pleasure throbbed to the tip of my dick as I stared at the beautiful Marylou walking at his side. She had long, black hair that fell down to her waist and contrasted lovely with her simple white dress. Her round cherub face was covered by a veil and her long legs were covered by white fishnet stockings. A white thong hugged her hips and covered her pussy.

I was glad I came up with my naughty idea.

"She is a peach," Mary whispered into my ear, her hand sliding down to my hard cock, stroking it. "I know what your naughty idea is. You're going to fuck her."

"Give her the option to be fucked," I told her, "by someone other than her groom."

"And you hope it'll be you."

I winked at her. Mary kissed my cheek. "Horny stallion."

The couple reached the altar, both trembling with pride. I walked around them, Marylou's eyes so wide as I cupped her cheek through her veil. She licked her lips, her eyes shining in awe as she stared up at me.

"Thank you for this, my... er... God," Earl said. "Me and Marylou are so glad you understand what we have."

"I do." I turned to the audience. "They are about to embark on their sacred union, but they must be blessed. Every woman married in the Living Church must choose a man or woman, other than her spouse-to-be, to bless her pussy by fucking her bent over the altar. The bride can choose any man, woman, or god to fuck her and bless her before the church."

"How perfect," Rose gasped, shuddering.

"Well, Marylou, who do you choose?"

"I've only been with one man, my God," she said, trembling. "But... I would be honored if you were the second. If you would bless me."

"So honored, sir," her father-fiance said.

"Then bend that pretty ass over the altar... my child." I hoped it didn't sound so awkward. This was... all so new. Hot but new.

She bent over the altar, her thong disappearing between her butt-cheeks. That simple garment was in the way. I snagged it and ripped it off her body. She gasped as I held it up before the church. "A woman must always be ready to have sex. Panties should only be worn to titillate and arouse. If you go clothed, wear skirts with no panties so you may always be ready to love another."

The women all moaned, "Yes, my God," as I buried my dick into Marylou's tight cunt.

"Daddy," she moaned, squeezing her father-fiance's hand as her silky pussy gripped my dick. "Our God is in me!"

I groaned, savoring the heaven of her tight pussy. She was gorgeous, nineteen, her round ass jiggling as I plowed into her hot sheath. The friction sent pleasure shooting down my shaft to my balls, boiling them as they smacked over and over into her pussy. Meaty, heavy thwacks.

Behind me, I heard the worshipers gasp and sigh, rubbing each other, pleasuring each other, but all watching as I took the bride hard, using her while her father-fiance watched. While he accepted it. I was using his woman, his daughter, his bride and he smiled at me.

He was happy that his God fucked his daughter-bride. Damn, this was hot.

"Oh, Daddy, his cock," she moaned, humping her hips back into me. "His cock is in me so deep. The God's cock, Daddy. It's so wonderful"

"You have a tight, juicy cunt, slut," I growled. "Enjoy this. Love my dick. Savor the pleasure it gives you."

"So much pleasure, my God," she gasped, her pussy clenching on my dick as my commands sank into her body. Ecstasy burst across her face. "Oh, yes, yes. Your cock is Divine. It is amazing. I... I..."

Her pussy spasmed on my dick as her words broke off into shouts of pure rapture. Her back arched, her tight cunt convulsing. I savored the wonderful bliss massaging up and down my dick as I plowed harder and harder into her.

It was so hot. So magnificent to feel her hot silk writhing about my dick. I grunted, gripping her hips as I slammed into her. She was so wet. Her juices gushed out, splashing into my pubic hair, soaking my balls as they thwacked over and over into her.

"I keep cumming, Daddy," she gasped. "A God's cock, Daddy! It's so wonderful. I can't even..."

"The Blessing of the Living God," breathed Rose. "Listen to her experience rapture. This is how you worship them, ladies. With your bodies. All your holes belong to the Living Gods. Love them with every ounce of your body."

"Love them," the woman moaned behind us, voices throaty.

Mary squirmed her hips, her pussy on fire. Then bushy-haired April fell to her knees and buried her face into her Mistress's cunt. She licked hard. Mary shuddered, her perky breasts jiggling as she undulated her hips, getting her satisfaction, too."

"Bless my daughter," Earl groaned. "Cum in her, my God. Then when I fuck her as my bride, I'll be blessed, too."

"My holy, sloppy seconds," I grunted, trying not to laugh. The man was sincere. His worship rippled over me. I couldn't make a mockery of this. They were all too sincere. It would hurt them. This was sacred to them. Special. It had to be special to me, too. "Yes, yes, you will be blessed, too. You will love your daughter and she will love you forever. You will always be man and wife."​