Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

They knew my horny stallion fucked me hard. That he pounded me. That he loved me.

"Mark!" I moaned, my pussy clenching on his dick.

"My beautiful wife!" he panted. "Your pussy feels so amazing."

"So does your cock! Oh, yes, fuck me! My horny stallion."

"Naughty filly!"

Mark's face twisted. I could tell he was getting closer and closer to cumming. And so was I. Every time I clenched my pussy on his dick, waves of wonderful pleasure shot through me. Bliss that had me squirming and undulating, bucking up into his hard thrusts. My eyes rolled back into my head. I grunted, groaned, thrashed.

It was so amazing. It was so good. I moaned, my breath hissing out. I pulled him down, staring into his eyes as we writhed in marital passion. The pleasure built in my core. I was so close to cumming.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Mark!" I moaned. "Mmm, pound your filly's cunt. Give me a good ride!"

"Yes, Mare," he groaned.

I breathed in, smelling the aroma of our sex. It filled the back of the limo. My spicy and sweet cunt mixing with Mark's cologne. I savored the aroma as I enjoyed the slap of flesh and the rustle of fabric echoing through the back of the limo.

Mark slammed into me. My clit throbbed. I squealed in pleasure, bucking beneath Mark as my orgasm exploded through my body. Waves of pleasure rippled through me. I clutched him hard as my pussy spasmed on his dick.

My cunt writhed around him, milking him.

"Mare!" he groaned, savoring the pleasure of my cunt. "Oh, yes! I made my naughty filly cum!"

His pride filled him and made him look so sexy. I gasped out his name as his cock hammered into my spasming depth. The thrusts kept my orgasm boiling through me. Each new slide of his dick, first in and then out, created such wonderful friction.

"Cum in me," I moaned. "Cum in your bride. Give it to your bride, Mark!"

"Yes!"

He slammed into me. I shuddered as my husband flooded my pussy with his cum. He groaned, face twisting with pleasure. My pussy clenched on his dick, milking out his cum as I savored giving him such rapture.

And then he collapsed on me. We both were breathing hard. I stared into his eyes, my skirt bunched into his stomach, rustling as he shifted. My eyes fluttered as Mark leaned back, his cock popping out of my pussy.

I grabbed my panties and quickly pulled them on. "Need to contain all your jizz," I grinned to my husband. "I want to feel you in me during the reception."

"Naughty filly," He grinned as he put his wet cock back into his pants.

"I am," I breathed, smoothing down my skirts.

Mark put his arm around me. "I love you so much, Mare."

I smiled happily at him and kissed him. When I broke the kiss, I asked, "Do I look alright?"

My face felt so flushed and my hair had to be a disaster after our romp. I looked at my skirt. It was wrinkled, maybe ruined.

Mark didn't care. "You look so beautiful, Mare."

I melted. My eyes teared up. He was so wonderful. I made the right decision to stay with him, to choose him over Lilith's offer of having my own cock. Love was so much better than anything else. And I had that in Mark.

Mark Glassner

"Okay, Leah," I said as Mary smoothed down her skirt, glowing after I fucked her hard.

"Sir," Leah said and opened the limo door.

I stepped out and held out my hand to assist Mary. As she came out, our guests wolf-whistled and cheered. Quatch put his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly. Antsy catcalled us as she stood next to her girlfriend Via. My mom wiped at the tears in her eyes, her Black girlfriend Betty at her side.

"You are the man, Master," whooped Lillian, the goth slut beaming.

"You made Mistress glow, Master," April said, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

"Mi Rey knows how to please a woman."

"Yes, he does," Alison nodded, snuggled up against Desiree.

I grinned back, glad everyone knew that I had fucked my new bride hard and made her cum. Mary took my arm, smelling of her perfume and pussy. She was so radiant as I escorted her to the entrance to the reception hall.

Then we greeted everyone was they entered. When the last of our guests were inside, Mary and I walked into the lodge to a richly-appointed dining hall. There was a long table for the wedding party, with Mary and myself seated in the middle. Everyone else sat at small, round tables that seated four. We spread out the sluts, sitting each one by a male cousin and told them to be very friendly.

The sluts were good at that.

I took my seat beside Mary, and the food was brought out. I had worked up quite the appetite fucking first Rose and then my bride. Mary sat beside me, looking so enchanting as she ate and talked and laughed. Everyone was having a good time.

After our dinner, Mary and I did our solo dance. I stared into her green eyes as I struggled to dance well. I wasn't that good at it, though Mary had a bit more rhythm than me. But I didn't care. It was fun cutting a rug with my new bride.

Everyone clapped when we finished. Maybe they were just relieved that our solo was over. It had to be awful to watch.

Other couples joined us on the dance floor: my mom and her girlfriend Betty, Mary's parents, Missy and Damien, and my sister and Via. As I danced with my bride, I noticed Lillian slip off with my cousin Ryan. He was eighteen and probably about to lose his virginity.

After Mary, I danced with my mom, and Betty, and Shannon, before I found myself dancing with Alex, one of Mary's redheaded cousins.

Alex had just turned eighteen, lithe and pretty, with fiery red hair and a face almost entirely covered in freckles. My dick ached at how innocent she looked, her eyes so wide as I spun her about on the dance floor.

"It's such a delight to meet Mary's family," I said, pulling her closer, my hand sliding down her ass.

She blushed. "Yes, yes. I've heard so much about you." She hesitated. "They say you... take women. That you can... be with any woman you want."

"I can," I said.

She bit her lip.

"Want me to prove it?"

Those cheeks brightened even more.

I grinned hungrily at her and broke away, taking Alex's hand and leading her from the dance floor. I passed Mary. She smiled at me as she was twirled about by my cousin, Aaron Jr. She mouthed, "Have fun," at me as I led off her cousin.

I winked at her, and she laughed.

Alex trembled as I led her off to a side-room we set up for people to go and fuck. Mary didn't want her wedding reception to descend into an orgy, though she was eager for their to be plenty of naughty fun out of sight. The room was partitioned into small, curtained-off cubicals each with mattresses that had clean sheets.

"Oh, wow," a woman exclaimed from behind a curtain. "You do have a cock! How did you do that?"

"Magic," Sam answered. Our Vizier had discovered a spell that gave her a dick. It was similar to the one Lilith used to give Mary a cock for an hour. Now Sam was what she called a futanari, a dickgirl.

Curious, I opened the curtain, wanting to know whom Sam was fucking. She sucked at a woman's breast as the pair reclined on a mattress. The woman had her hands wrapped around the cock that jutted up from Sam's groin, stroking it hard.

I blinked in surprise--the woman was my cousin, Laura. And then I realized her husband, Ethan, was sitting in the corner jacking off as he watched his wife and Sam.

"Damn," I muttered.

Sam's lips came away from Laura's breast and white liquid beaded on her nipple. Breast milk. I blinked, then remembered she had her daughter Astrid only two months ago. I wondered what breast milk tasted like as Sam bent down and suckled on the other nipple.

Must be delicious because Sam was eager to try more.

"Suck my cock, Alex," I growled, pushing the eighteen-year-old to her knees.

"Yes," she moaned, eager to obey and please me.

Sam turned her head, licking her lips. "Are you going to watch, Sir?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

Sam grinned back at me. She was so much wilder, so much freer, than she had been the day Mary and I met her in the stuffy library back in New York City. I could tell she enjoyed her new cock and reveled in using it.

She wasn't ashamed of her desires.

Sam pushed Laura onto her back and hiked up my cousin's green skirt as Alex pulled out my dick. I groaned as Mary's cousin licked at the crown of my cock. Her tongue felt nice as it fluttered about my sensitive cock's head, adding spice to the show before me.

Sam winked at me, her round face eager, and pulled off Laura's white panties, exposing her brown bush. Sam ran a few fingers through Laura's pussy lips before spreading my cousin open, showing off her pink flesh. My cock throbbed in Alex's mouth as I watched that girl-dick thrusting from Sam's groin come nearer and nearer Laura's cunt.

This was so hot. Sam was a woman, her body petite like Asians often were, her breasts small mounds, but there was no mistaking that she was a woman. And then she had this thick, fleshy cock thrusting from her pussy, something impossible. Sam's desires made manifest.

"Shit," I groaned, sliding Alex's mouth up and down my cock, my balls throbbing.

"Fuck me!" Laura begged. "I want to see if a woman's cock feels different than a man's."

Ethan scooted closer to his wife and offered his cock to her lips. "Thanks, cutie," Ethan moaned as his wife sucked his cock into her mouth. "Oh, damn, I can't believe this is happening."

"Uh-huh," I groaned, seeing my sexy cousin sucking her husband's cock, getting ready to take Sam's big girl-dick.

I groaned as I had the perfect view of Sam sliding her girl-cock into Laura's cunt. Laura moaned around her husband's dick as Sam buried into her depths. Sam's back arched, savoring my cousin's snatch. Then she drew back and slammed back in, bringing another muffled groan from Laura's lips.

It was so hot. I savored Alex's eager, sucking mouth as I watched the dickgirl fuck my cousin. Laura's hands groped Sam's olive-skinned ass, digging her fingers in before she reached farther around, sliding towards Sam's pussy from behind.

"Finger me, slut!" Sam moaned as Laura found the dickgirl's wet pussy and thrust into the pink.

Sam thrust hard into Laura. My cousin fingered Sam's cunt, digits working fast. I loved it. My grip tightened on Alex's head as I fucked her face, loving her tongue sliding around my cock as I watched my cousin get nailed.

Her big breasts jiggled, inviting milk beading her nipples. The slap of flesh echoed through the curtain. Alex moaned and groaned, choking and slurping on my dick as she loved it. She sucked so hard, her fingers rubbing at my bare stomach as she looked up at me.

Mary's cousin was a cock-sucking champ.

"Fuck that's amazing!" I moaned. "Pound my cousin hard! You dickgirl slut!"

"Yes!" Sam hissed.

I fucked Alex's face faster. There was something hot about watching a girl with a cock fuck another woman. This was like the anime shit that Quatch was into. I learned the hard way to never find my friend's porn collection. Especially when he was into some weird Japanese fetishes.

But seeing this live, I was starting to get why he liked it.

Sam was so exotic with her cock. Her hips pumping, Laura's fingers digging into Sam's ass while her dick reamed my cousin hard. My balls boiled. The tip of my dick ached more and more in Alex's mouth as I drank in the impossible sight.

"Yes, yes, that's my big girl-dick reaming your wife's pussy," moaned Sam. "Can you tell how much she loves it? She's moaning so fucking hard about my dick. She absolutely loves it. She's a whore for my cock."

"Fuck," Ethan groaned. "Honey..."

His head snapped back. It was clear he was cumming, so turned on by Sam pounding his wife's cunt. Laura's throat worked as she swallowed all his jizz. Then his dick popped out of her mouth and she gasped for breath, jizz staining her lips.

Sam bent down and kissed Laura. The pair snowballed Ethan's cum as Sam continued pumping in and out of Laura's cunt. My balls were boiling over, watching their tongues dance as the two women writhed together, Sam's dick reaming harder and harder into my cousin's cunt.

It was too much. "Fuck," I panted, gripping Alex's head. "Fuck, that's hot!"

My cum splashed into Alex's mouth. I flooded her. She groaned and swallowed. Mary's cousin sucked hard, eager to draw out every drop of my cum and drain my balls dry. I shuddered, my balls tensing as the final blast of cum squirted out of her, the ecstasy flooding through my mind, leaving me feeling wonderfully buzzed.

"Damn," I groaned, releasing Alex's head.

"Wow," Alex panted after popping her mouth off my cock, my jizz staining her lips. "You cum a lot, Mark." She glanced at the action and fidgeted, jaw dropping.

"Pretty hot, huh?" I asked her.

"She has a cock?" Alex whispered in awe, licking her lips of my cum. "Holy shit, that's crazy."

"Gonna cum!" Sam moaned, slamming her dick deep inside Laura. "Oh shit, your pussy feels amazing!"

"Yes, yes, yes, cum in me," moaned Laura as Sam's ass tensed. "So good! Oh, her girl-cum is filling me up! Oh, yes! I love it."

Laura and Sam moaned and writhed as they came together, bodies spasming, Sam's small breasts pressed into my cousin's pillowy tits. They kissed as their shudders slowed until finally they both were satiated.

"Oh, that was wonderful," Laura said as Sam pulled out of her pussy. Cum leaked out of my cousin's snatch.

"Clean her up," I ordered Alex, my dick aching.

"How?" Alex asked, looking around for something. What? A towel? I should have been more specific on how I wanted her to clean up my cousin.

"With your mouth," I told her. "Lick Sam's girl-cum out of my cousin's snatch."

"Yes," Alex moaned, flushing, my commands compelling her to act. She licked her lips.

Alex moved between Laura's thighs and lowered her face to my cousin's cunt. Sam's cock shrank and went back to being a clit as she watched Alex hesitantly lick at my cousin's messy cunt. Sam looked back at Ethan and grabbed his cock, giving him a stroke.

"Want to fuck my snatch?" Sam asked, a smile on her round face.

"Got to get me ready," Ethan breathed as Sam lazily stroked his cock. Sam smiled and sucked his cock into her lips.

I grinned at Sam. "Good to see you still know how to suck cock."

She popped her lips off Ethan. "Candy reminds me how. She loves to suck my cock."

I pictured Sam's wild girlfriend, hair dyed to clashing colors, sucking on girl-dick. I had to get my dick wet.

My eyes fell on Alex's ass as she licked my cousin's snatch clean. She knelt, her ass wiggling. I grinned, knowing just what I needed. I lifted Alex's red skirt, revealing a pair of red, satin bikini-cut panties, the crotch dark with pussy juices.

"Oh, I need to fuck your snatch, Alex," I groaned. "Need to love all the new members of my family."

"Yes," Alex moaned. "Oh, I kept masturbating before we left for the wedding, aching for you. I saw you on TV fucking. So hot!"

Grinning, I pulled down her panties, rolling them to her knees, exposing her furry, red muff. I grabbed her plump asscheeks and spread them open. She had a cute, rosebud asshole. It look so inviting. I just had to fuck her ass instead.

But I still needed to get my dick wet.

I shoved my cock inside her cunt to get my dick nice and lubed. She clenched her silky flesh down hard, her hips rocking back as I sank all the way into her. I let myself marinate in her pussy juices, getting a nice coating of eighteen-year-old cream before I ripped out of her snatch.

I moved quickly, my dick aching, and found her asshole. I pressed on her sphincter and slammed my dick a few inches into her hot ass. Her velvety flesh sank around my cock, massaging the crown of my dick.

"Holy shit!" Alex gasped in surprise, her head snapping up. "What the hell? You're fucking my ass?"

"Don't stop licking!" Laura begged. "I was so close."

"Keep licking, slut!" I barked at Alex and slapped her ass, loving the stinging impact of my hand on her flesh.

She yelped and buried her face back into Laura's cunt. Alex was turning into quite the eager muff diver. I grinned and fucked her tight ass slowly. I savored the friction of her bowels, and the way she groaned when I buried into her.

Sam stretched out next to Laura. Ethan mounted her, cock hard, and thrust into Sam's pussy. The Asian woman moaned, her back arching beneath Ethan as he fucked her hard. Laura smiled at her husband and ran a finger down his arm.

"Care for a drink?" Laura asked as her husband pounded Sam.

Ethan smiled at her. Then he bent over and sucked at her milky nipple. My cousin moaned in delight, her face twisting.

My lusts surged through me. I gripped Alex's hips and fucked her ass faster and faster. My balls smacked over and over into her taint, pressing her face into my cousin's cunt. Laura shuddered, eyes fluttering, savoring the pleasure of Alex's tongue and her husband's suckling.

"Oh, yes, fuck me," Sam moaned, thighs locked about Ethan's hips.

"Yes, yes," groaned Laura, her eyes rolling.

Alex only moaned, her bowels clenching around my dick.

I grunted, savoring how tight her ass was. Rough velvet gripped me. Her small hips bucked back into my thrusts as she relaxed and began to enjoy my cock. It wasn't long before I heard her moan in pleasure into Laura's cunt.

Laura gripped Alex's red hair and cursed and moaned as she bucked and ground. It was so hot watching my cousin's face twist in rapture, her breasts heaving as she humped against Alex's devious, delicious tongue.

"Eat that cunt," I growled, my balls aching. "Eat her, slut."

"Yes, eat me!" moaned Laura. "Oh, god, I'm so close to cumming! Just lick at my clit a little bit more! Yes, yes! Just like that!"

My cousin bucked, cumming hard. Alex moaned and licked, her hips wiggling as she drank all of Laura's pussy juices. The eighteen-year-old slut was starving for it. I savored her passion as I pounded her ass, the friction building the pressure in my balls.

Laura bucked a final time and then went limp. "Mmm, that was nice."

Ethan released her nipple and turned his attention to Sam, reaming her harder as she moaned. I fucked Alex's ass and stared hungrily at my cousin's tits. What did her breast milk taste like? I licked my lips, starving to find out.

"Let me taste your milk, Laura," I groaned.

"Sure, Mark," she smiled, rolling up onto her knees. Then she stood over Alex and leaned down, dangling her full breasts in my face. Her nipples were dark red, inviting, milk beading. With a hungry growl, I latched on, sucking from my cousin's tit. Her milk was sweet. Far sweeter than a cow's milk, and had a bit of a cantaloupe flavor.

I devoured her.

"That's my randy stallion," Mary's voice purred from behind.

I popped my lips off my cousin's tits and looked behind me. Mary was leading in one of her high school friends, a blonde girl with curvy hips and breasts spilling out of the top of her black dress. Her dress was half-unlaced, a pink nipple poking out. Mary walked over to Laura, bending down to taste her breast milk.

"Mmm, that's good," Mary purred. Then she grabbed Laura's hand and led my cousin and her friend away, a twinkle in my bride's eye.

"Hey, I wasn't done," I protested.

"When you're finished with Alex's ass, come join us," Mary laughed.

I pounded Alex's ass fast, my balls aching. With a grunt, I erupted into her barely legal ass. I groaned, shuddering as the pleasure spurted out of me into her hot bowels. The girl moaned, her asshole writhing about my dick. I thrust in a final time, my last blast of cum squirting in.

Then I ripped out of her asshole. "You were good."

"Uh-huh," Alex moaned, collapsing next to Sam and Ethan as they fucked, my cum dribbling out of her tight ass.

Licking my lips, I went in search of more breast milk. I knew I would have fun. What a way to celebrate my wedding.

And a great darkness was born.

--The First Book of Vivian 16:57

Mary Glassner

My feet were killing me.

We had just spent the last hour dancing. The hour before that was spent fucking. I still had the flavor of Laura's breast milk on my lips. I couldn't wait until the sluts were lactating.

I sank into a chair, groaning. It had been such a long day. My new husband sat down next to me. Thanks to his new powers from my mom, he wasn't even out of breath. He had far too much energy these days. He put his arm around me. I snuggled up against him and kissed his cheek.

After Mark fucked his cousin Laura's cunt, we nursed at her tits as my friend, Shelly, ate Mark's cum out of Laura's pussy. When she came, her milk seemed to flow a little faster as we suckled. I loved the taste of breast milk.

I heard a woman could produce milk as long as she had someone to nurse. Korina had beautiful breasts, and I couldn't wait until she had Mark's kid and her milk was flowing. She was going to be our little milk slut.

I would drink from their lush mounds every day for breakfast.

"What a night, Mare," Mark said, his eyes staring at the dancing crowd.

The band was playing a slow song and, despite how sore my feet felt, I itched for one more dance with my husband. "Come on," I said. "Let's have one more dance."

"Sure, Mare," he smiled and led me out to the dance floor.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held my waist and we swayed together. I stared into his blue eyes and enjoyed the boyish grin on his lips. He was so wonderful. So handsome. I danced to the music beating in my heart, my joy at being his bride.

Alison and Desiree danced beside us, the two newlyweds lost in each other's eyes. Other couples joined us: Mom and Dad, Laura and Ethan, Shannon and her fiancee, and Cynthia and Vivian. Via dragged Antsy out onto the dance floor, and I smiled in amusement. Antsy and Mark were a lot alike--they both fell in love with their slaves and set them free.

My friend, Ursula, and her boyfriend swayed past us. Quatch and his sister-slave, Kim, were practically grinding on each other. Lillian danced with my cousin Alex for a minute, and then the two slipped into the side room to fuck. Lillian spent most of the night in there. I think she was on a mission to fuck every cousin Mark and I had.

I knew she would please them all.

The song ended and Mark scooped me up in his strong arms. "Thank you," I whispered, relieved to be off my tired feet. "I am beat."

"Any time, Mare," he grinned then kissed my forehead.

I savored being carried. It was just like when he came to my rescue when Mom had kidnapped me. I had savored his new strength, being in his arms, feeling so safe and secure. He carried me out to the waiting limo as our friends and family wished us well on our honeymoon. We were off to spend two weeks seeing the sites of Europe, starting with Paris.

This time we just cuddled as Leah drove us off the slope of Mount Rainier back towards South Hill. I dozed in my husband's arms. When Mark shook me, we were at Thun Field. Our Gulfstream was fueled and ready for take-off. The eight bodyguards who were accompanying us, led by 51, waited at attention in their slutty uniforms. Next to them was our pilots, Joslyn and Lynda, in their slutty stewardess outfits. Our actual stewardesses, Monique and Lize, were stunningly beautiful in their sexy outfits: skank skirts that didn't even cover all of their asses and white corsets that left their magnificent breasts bared.

"Congratulations," the flight crew all said together, clapping and beaming.

I beamed back, tears burning in my eyes. Today was perfect.

We hugged and kissed our flight crew then boarded our plane, Monique helping with my skirt on the stairs. I hoped my wedding dress wasn't too ruined. I had done a bit more fucking in it then I planned. Once on board, Mark helped me slip out of my wedding dress, leaving me standing in my wedding lingerie. A white, satin bra that molded perfectly about my breasts, my satin panties that clung to my ass like a second skin, and my garter belt holding up my white stockings.

"You are so beautiful," Mark whispered in awe as his eyes feasted on me. I posed for him like a forties pin-up gal.

Mark kissed me, scooped me up in his arms, and sat down on the chair.

I adjusted myself on his lap, my legs draped over the arm of the chair and I stared into his blue eyes. "I love you, Mark Glassner."

He stroked my cheek, sending a delicious thrill through my body. "I love you, Mary Glassner."

Mary Glassner. I smiled, liking the sound of that.

The plane taxied down the runway. Time for us to fly to Europe for our two-week honeymoon. Happiness churned in my heart. I kissed my husband as the plane accelerated down the runway and leaped from the ground. When we were at cruising altitude, Mark carried me in his arms to our cabin at the rear of the plane and the inviting bed that awaited us.

Professor Isaiah Scrivener - Madison, WI

"I'll be there by nine," Brandon had told me on the phone and that was nearly three hours ago.

This waiting was killing me. I sat in my office at the University of Wisconsin-Madison. Brandon had been breathing down my neck to finish translating his book, and now that it was done, he was late. Doubt was starting to eat away at my mind. This entire situation was off. The only thing that kept me from going home was the thought of the two hundred thousand Brandon owed me.

It was beyond me why he would pay three hundred thousand for a translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. It was like the numerous grimoires I had seen over the years--the Keys of Solomon, for instance, or the Sefer Raziel HaMalakh--which purported to let you do magic and command angels and demons.

There was definitely more to the story than Brandon told me.

So I decided to take steps to protect myself.

I had uploaded my translation to the school's server. The school's system had a useful function: a teacher could upload an assignment and have it published at a later date for the students to access. So, I set the computer to publish the translation on Monday at noon. If everything went smoothly tonight, I would take it down. But, if something went wrong, the translation and a message telling everyone that Brandon Fitzsimmons was responsible for anything that might have happened to me would get published.

I should just walk away.

Every bone in my body was telling me to do that. That was why I set up the insurance with the school server to begin with. Brandon didn't want anyone else to know about the translation. But I just couldn't bring myself to walk away from all that money. The first check had cleared. One hundred thousand dollars was more than I made in a year, and I wanted that other two hundred thousand he promised. I was nearing my retirement, and my divorce last year had eaten up my nest egg.

Footsteps approached, booming through the school. No one should be here so late. It had to be him.

I straighten, my stomach twisting and churning. The door to my small office opened and there was Brandon. He looked more haggard than a month ago, greed and excitement gleaming in his eyes. I swallowed, fear bubbling in my stomach. This was a mistake. I should run. I should shout or attack him. But... I wanted the money. I needed the money.

So instead, I stood, saying, "Mr. Fitzsimmons."

"You have it, Professor Scrivener?" he demanded, eyes flicking to the window. He looked... unhinged.

I pulled out a thumb drive from my pocket, holding it out. "Yes, I--"

Brandon just yanked it out of my hand. "This is the only copy?"

I lied, "Yeah. I erased my hard drive like you asked. Where's my money?"

A smile appeared on Brandon's lips, and he reached into his coat just like last time. Only this time instead of pulling out a cashier's check, he produced a small, black gun. For a moment, I stood frozen, staring in disbelief at the barrel aimed right at me.

This could not be happening.

"Wait!" I shouted. I needed to tell him about my insurance. "I made--"

The gun barked. I staggered as the bullet punched my chest. I clutched at the wound. Blood welled hot between my fingers. I stumbled back.

No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Why was I such a greedy fool? I struggled to talk, to tell Brandon about my insurance, but it was too hard to breath, let alone speak.

You stupid, greedy idiot.

I berated myself as I sank to the floor, my body so heavy. Brandon didn't even look at me. I was garbage to him. I tried to speak again, but only blood bubbled up from my throat. He stepped over me and grabbed my computer case. He slammed it hard onto the floor, spilling broken components everywhere. He fished out the hard drive and pocketed that, then slammed my laptop on the floor.

Everything grew darker and darker as Brandon dug through the wreckage of my laptop to find its hard drive and...

I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

Sunday, July 21st, 2013 - Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub - Seattle, WA

"Chantelle," I said softly, shaking my sleeping, pregnant wife's shoulder. It was late, past midnight, Sunday just born. Mark Glassner and his whore-wife Mary were flying away on their European Honeymoon. The media was so excited to cover their disgusting wedding.

Chantelle was sleeping in one of the bedrooms in Babylon's large house on Queen Anne's Hill in Seattle. It was our room since we had been staying with Babylon. It was our sanctuary ever since her coven started worshiping Lilith, hiding us as Mark and Mary hunted for us. They wanted their sluts back.

I would never be their whore again.

For the last month, we had been caring for the barely conscious Karen as Lilith's vessel grew swiftly in her belly. And tonight, something wondrous had happened.

"What, Lana?" my wife asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Her belly was swollen with Lilith's child. Both of us were pregnant with our Goddess's children. They were growing fast, only a month had passed since Lilith blessed us with her seed. We would probably give birth in just a few days, a week at most.

"Karen's gone into labor," I told her, an excited smile growing on my lips. "Our Goddess is about to be born!"​