Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Mare! I love you!" I groaned as the last blast fired into her mouth.

She swallowed, still staring up at me with those loving eyes. She popped her mouth off my dick and swallowed the last blast. She savored it, groaning her satisfaction. And then she bounded to her feet and threw her arms around my neck. She rubbed her nose against mine, smiling.

"You were a little backed up," she said with a giggling tone.

"Just a little," I smiled and kissed her salty lips.

And then it was my turn to wash my wife. I grabbed the soap as she sauntered back, her hips swaying, her breasts glistening. They were so perky and youthful. I blinked, realizing there were subtle differences in her looks. She appeared a few years younger. Still the same form, but... almost like her beauty had been enhanced just a touch by her gift. She was only twenty-one, so being changed back to eighteen wasn't that much of a difference. And she was already in amazing shape.

But now she was perfect.

My dick throbbed as she spun, presenting that plump ass and supple back for me to wash, bracing her hands on the wall. I soaped her back, teasing her, sliding up and down her flesh. She felt so silky smooth beneath my hands.

"Mark," she groaned as I worked down her body. She felt so wonderful beneath my touch. So amazing. My hands worked lower, reaching the swell of that plump ass. "Oh, yes, Mark!"

I grinned at her squeals as I massaged her rear. She thought her ass was too plump, that she could lose a few pounds off of it. But it was perfect. I loved her rear. I gave both cheeks a squeeze, loving how she wiggled.

I washed her sides next, sliding up and down them before I started on her front. I spun her around and soaped her flat stomach, washing slowly upwards. She grinned at me, her stomach sucking in as my fingers tickled her.

"Mark," she giggled. "I'll win a tickle fight."

She would. She was merciless in one of those. Growing up with two sisters toughened her up.

I grinned at her, not admitting surrender, and moved up to the undersides of her breasts. I rubbed around her tits, brushing her perky flesh as I washed her chest and collarbone. Impatience flashed across her face. Her hands seized my wrists and yanked my hands down down to cup her breasts.

"Is this where you want me to wash?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, they're sooooo dirty," she moaned, her voice so throaty.

"Then let's get them clean."

I washed her perky breasts, feeling her pliant flesh beneath my fingers. I stroked across her tits, brushing her areolas. I traced the dusky circles, her nipples thrusting up through the soap suds. They were so inviting.

So I played with her hard nipples.

"Mmm, that feels nice, hun," Mary sighed as I twisted her nipples, rolling them between their fingers.

"This will feel nicer," I told her.

She squealed in delight when I sucked a soapy nipple into my lips. I loved her little nub, not caring about the acrid flavor of the soap. I sucked on it as she groaned, my hands roaming her wet body, moving down to her hips, then around to those wonderful, plump asscheeks.

I kneaded her rear as I sucked back and forth between her nipples. The shower hammered my back, the water cascading down around my body. My hard cock throbbed before me as I squeezed her ass hard and sucked on her nipples, making her moan and gasp.

"Mark," she panted when I released her nipples. "Oh, you're making me so clean."

"But there's still more of your dirty body to wash," I grinned, soaping my hands again.

I knelt down to wash her lithe legs. The spray landed on her breasts, washing soap down her body, matting her fiery heart of pubic hair. I worked my hands up her right calf to her supple thigh. I moved higher and higher to her waxed-bare pussy, her slit so tight and inviting. She shivered, trembling, biting her lip.

I came closer, her hips swaying. She was horny, aching for an orgasm. She sucked in a breath as I neared her pussy. My hand was only an inch away. I massaged her inner thigh as she let out a throaty groan.

And then I rubbed my hand across her hot, wet vulva on the way to her left thigh.

"Don't stop!" she protested as I washed down her left leg. "God, I'm so horny!"

"What do you want me to do about that?"

"Eat me!"

"Hmm?" I said, pretending to consider her request.

"Please, Mark!" She sounded so frustrated, her emerald eyes staring down at me full of need. "Pretty please."

"Such a horny filly."

"I am. I need my stallion to devour me!"

"Well, you do look delicious," I answered, licking my chops.

"You won't be disappointed," she promised.

I wasn't.

I buried my face in her spicy sweetness. My tongue explored her folds, kissing every part of her pussy. She tasted heavenly. I wrapped my arms around her hips and grabbed her ass. I pulled her tight against my licking tongue, driving deep through her folds.

She groaned as I devoured her. My filly, my wife, my one true love. I couldn't get enough of her. I almost lost her. I tongued her as hard as I could, flicking her clit and driving deep through her folds. Her ass clenched beneath my hand as she ground on me.

Her moans echoed through the shower, joining the splash of hot water crashing down my bike. Her hips ground her pussy on my face. Her hands shot down, grabbing my short, dark hair, holding on as her breasts jiggled.

"Mark," she panted, her face twisting with pleasure. "Oh, yes, Mark!"

She came fast and hot. Her spicy, sweet musk flooded my lips. I gulped it down with such hunger. It poured into my mouth. I savored it. The musk was wonderful as it coated my tongue. I shuddered, wiggling my tongue through her folds, lapping at the petals.

"Yes, yes, yes," she hissed as my tongue kept her cumming. "Oh, Mark. Oh, you stud! Yes!"

She bucked and thrashed as I devoured her. I ate her. I kept her cumming and cumming. One orgasm wasn't enough for my wife. My Goddess. I stared up at her, watching the pleasure crashing across her face as she squirmed on my lips.

I gulped down her juices. A flood of her ambrosia filled my mouth as I pleasured her. I plunged my tongue deep into her spasming pussy. I sucked on her clit. I pressed my lips deep into her folds. She squirmed, groaning.

"Mark!"

I didn't relent. I didn't let up. She had come to save me. She loved me that much. It was so wonderful. She was so wonderful. My tongue licked and devoured through all her folds. I ate her with such gusto.

I couldn't stop. I didn't want to ever stop pleasuring her.

But Mary had other ideas. "Please stop," she begged after I lost count of her climaxes, pulling on my hair. "It's too much! My pussy needs a break!"

A mix of pride and regret filled me as I stood up and kissed her, crushing her tightly to my chest. Inside, the dam holding my emotions back burst, and I felt tears running down my face. I broke the kiss, sobbing, "I thought I lost you, Mare!"

A shudder ran through her body, turning into a ragged sob, her face pressed into my neck, clinging just as tight. "I'm terrified, Mark."

"Why?" I asked. What did she learn in France? Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech's words echoed in my mind as he lay defiantly at my feet. Was he lying to save his life? Or was Lucifer really trying to escape? "What scared you, Mare?"

She just shook her head, that warning look flashing across her face.

It was so frustrating, but she had to have reasons why she couldn't talk. So I sent her a telepathic message: What is it, Mare?

Just trust me, Mark, she sent back as she clung to me. "I love you. Trust me."

"I do," I groaned. "We'll face it together."

"Together," she whispered. "Forever, right?"

"Forever."

The first pilgrims arrived before the Murano Hotel to catch a glimpse of the Living Gods. They crowded the streets of downtown Tacoma, singing their love. Through the night, they held their vigil, candles burning bright, celebrating their liberation from the False God's tyranny.

--The Second Book of Vivian 3:1

Mary Glassner

Violet took our spot in the shower when we left the bathroom. She grinned so cutely at us as she sauntered by and gave Mark a wink. My husband carried my damp, naked body to the bed. I loved being in his arms. He was so strong, and I felt so loved and safe. The bed was king-sized, mahogany finish, adorned with a maroon comforter. The lights were dim, romantic and cozy.

Mark set me down on the bed and stretched out beside me. I seized his face, pulling him to me and kissing him with my hot mouth. He groaned as I rolled on top of me, his body so strong beneath me, still wet from our shower. My damp, auburn hair fell about us, brushing his cheeks as we kissed.

Heat surged through me. I was so wet and eager for more cum. He had given me so many in the showers, but my pussy was greedy for more. My hands stroked his side working lower until I found what I wanted.

His cock.

Mark groaned into our kiss as I grasped his shaft. I shifted my hips, raising them and guiding his dick to my sopping pussy. I groaned into his lips as I pushed my cock against my shaved folds, sliding down until it pressed at my pussy. Then I sank my hot sheath down his cock.

I shuddered as I took more and more of my husband's cock. It was so wonderful to feel him in me again. I feared I would never see him again, let alone touch him or make love to him. But we won. We survived.

And he was in me again.

I moaned as I then slowly rocked on top of him. Mark gripped my ass, squeezing my butt-cheeks. His strong arms helped slide my pussy up and down on his cock. The friction was wonderful. I surrendered, letting him guide the movement of my hips, moaning into his kiss.

My hard nipples dragged across his chest. Pleasure burned down to my pussy. I groaned, breaking our kiss. I pressed my forehead against his, staring into his blue eyes. And he stared back, the pair of us lost, peering into each other's souls as we made love.

"I love you, my horny stallion," I whispered.

"My naughty filly," he groaned back. "My love."

I rocked my hips faster, my pussy gripping his thick cock. He squeezed my ass as he guided my hips, growing as eager as I was. The heat burned between us. I moaned, shuddering. Pleasure rippled through me.

Faster and faster we moved. Then I groaned as Mark thrust his hips up, driving his dick deep into my cunt. The heat built between us as we moved our bodies. My nipples throbbed against his chest. I savored the feel of him beneath me.

"Mare," he groaned as he thrust up, meeting my hips, almost bouncing me on his cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," I gasped, the heat building between us.

With a growl, he rolled me onto my back, mounting me. I shuddered, loving his solid weight upon me. There was something so sexy about being beneath my strong, muscular man. Something primal and rapturous. I was helpless beneath him as he pounded me so hard, thrusting his cock into me as the bed rocked.

I loved it. I drank in the force of his thrust, feeling his passion swelling. Pleasure moaned from my lips as I humped my hips, meeting his thrusts. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone as he rammed his cock so deep into me.

"Ride me, my horny stallion!" I gasped, my pussy clenching so hard on his thrusting dick. "Oh, I missed this! I missed you so damned much!"

"I'll ride you," he grinned. "Such a naughty filly."

"So naughty," I moaned as he rose and grabbed my legs, hooking them over his shoulders.

My cunt tightened on his cock as he hugged my legs to his chest. He thrust deeper into my pussy. My perky breasts jiggled as he hammered into my depths. I groaned, the bed rocking. Pleasure rippled through my body.

His face twisted with such passion as he pounded me. He fucked me as hard as he could, his balls thwacking into my taint. I loved it. It was so primal and passionate. Moans and grunts burst from my lips as he rode me hard.

"Your cunt feels amazing, Mare," Mark groaned. "The best pussy in the world!"

I beamed at him. "You haven't had every pussy in the world. How would you know for sure?"

"I've had enough to know!"

"Yes, you have, my horny stallion!" Such joy surged through me. Mine was the best. Mine!

I added a twist to my hips as he plowed his cock into me, stirring his dick through my pussy. The friction felt so amazing. His heavy balls slapped into my taint over and over. His passion sent me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I seized my perky tits, twisting my nipples and adding that last splash of pleasure to my building orgasm. I groaned, my pussy spasming wildly about his cock as I came. My body writhed as my pussy massaged his dick pumping into my sheath.

"My horny stallion!" I howled as rapture flooded through my body.

"Gonna cum!" Mark gasped. "Your cunt's milking me!"

"Yes, yes! Give me your cum!" I begged, so desperate for it as the pleasure flooded through me. "I need it in me!"

"It'll be my pleasure," Mark moaned, a boyish grin on his lips.

I shuddered and groaned, almost giggling as he rammed his cock into my hungry pussy and flooded me with his cum. I savored every spurt splashing into my depths, clutching my husband as he groaned through his pleasure.

Then he collapsed on top of me.

"Mmm, that was nice," I sighed and kissed him.

After some nice kisses, Mark rolled off of me onto his back. I snuggled against him and smiled as he slid his hand down and rubbed at my flat belly. I was pregnant, but not close to showing yet. I savored his touch there.

"I almost lost more than just my wife," he said. "I almost lost my unborn baby girl."

"We don't know the sex of our child yet," I told him. "It could still be a boy."

"I told you, Mary, I willed my sperm to make it a girl. You're carrying Chasity Glassner."

"Fine," I sighed, loving his touch.

His face hardened. He growled, "If I could kill Brandon again, I would."

I remembered the bastard's deliberate kick at my stomach, trying to hurt my unborn child, and I let out a fierce snarl.

Violet Matheson

Naked and fresh from my shower, I crept to the bedroom door. It was half-open. I peered in and spotted Master rubbing Mistress's belly. My own hand slid down, rubbing my own belly. A baby grew in me, either Master's or Mistress's. My date of conception lined up with the afternoon Mistress had grown a cock and fucked me with it. Then Master had fucked me later that night.

Carrying a Goddess's child would be a miracle.

"Come in, slut," Mistress smiled.

I beamed at them and positively skipped over to the bed. I jumped onto the edge, landing on my knees, and snuggled up on the other side of Master, pressing my small breasts against his muscular side. My eager lips found his, kissing him, savoring the sweet, spicy musk lingering on his lips.

"You taste like Mistress," I giggled when I broke the kiss.

"That's because Mark gave me some great head," Mistress smiled.

"Master is a generous man," I said with all seriousness. He loved making even a slut cum.

Mistress's hand slid down and found Master's half-hard cock. "Very generous. I bet he wants to share his generosity with you."

"Do you, Master?" I asked eagerly, my hand joining Mistress's on his dick. It expanded rapidly beneath our touch, burning with his passion.

I shivered as Master slid a hand down and squeezed my tight ass. "I do, slut." He pressed his fingers into my butt-crack and found my puckered asshole, circling it with his fingers. "How do you think I should share my generosity with you?"

"My ass," I answered without hesitation, knowing his pleasure came before mine. "My slutty, tight asshole!"

"Good girl," Master told me, then kissed me on the lips.

I shuddered in pure delight, rewarded for being a good slut.

Master broke the kiss and said, "And I bet Mary has something she wants to share with you between her legs."

"Oooh, is there a creampie for me, Mistress?" I licked my lips, staring at her.

Mistress spread her thighs. "Just for you, slut."

I was such a lucky slut!

I clambered over Master, settled between Mistress's thighs, and stared at her shaved pussy dripping with Master's cum. I buried my face into her snatch, licking noisily at her messy folds. I stared up at her as I licked, loving the pleasure in her emerald eyes while I lapped Master's jizz out of her yummy pussy.

She groaned and gripped my damp, brown hair. She held tight, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy into my hungry lips. I loved it, my tongue dancing, gathering more salty jizz and her spicy-sweet juices. They dribbled out of her, coating my cheeks and chin.

"Oh, yes, you slut, clean me out," Mistress moaned, grinding harder.

"She's such a good slut," Master said, making my heart flutter.

He moved behind me, his strong hands stroking my tight ass. I moaned into Mistress's pussy as he spread apart my butt-cheeks. His cock slid between them, smeared with her pussy juices. I shuddered as he found my sphincter, rubbing on it.

Anticipation surged through me. I wanted to feel his cock bury into my tight asshole. It was always such an amazing delight. Something every slut needed to feel on a daily basis. My tongue shot deep into Mistress's pussy, searching for more yummy cum.

And Master rammed his dick into me.

His cock, lubed with Mistress's pussy cream, speared into my asshole. I shuddered at the wonderful friction. His dick buried so deep into me. His hands gripped my hips as he groaned, savoring the tight heaven of my bowels.

"Damn, Violet," he said, stroking my sides. "Such warm satin."

"Thank you, Master," I moaned into Mistress's pussy. "You feel amazing in me!"

"Keep licking, slut!" Mary admonished.

Master smacked my ass, pain stinging through me. "You heard her slut!"

"Sorry, Mistress," I squeaked and licked at her pussy again as Master drew back his cock and fucked me.

I shivered in pure delight, the heat burning in my bowels as Master pumped his cock over and over into me. His balls swung, smacking me, making me shudder and moan. My hips wiggled in pure delight, my bowels burning about his dick. He plunged in harder and harder, our flesh smacking together. I moaned into Mistress's pussy as I tongued her.

She held onto my hair with her right hand, the left playing with her perky breasts. Her green eyes fluttered with lust. Master's strokes grew harder and harder, pressing my face tight into Mistress's pussy while his balls smacked into my taint. I savored the sound.

"God, I love your tongue, Violet!" gasped Mistress. "Suck my clit, you little whore! Make me scream in pleasure!"

I was a good slut. I obeyed.

"Mmm, that's right," she moaned as my tongue slid up to her clit, swirling around it. Then I flicked it. "Keep that tongue flicking on my clit! You are such a naughty, cunt-munching slut! I'm going to drown you in my juices!"

Master smacked my butt a second time, leaving a stinging mark that tightened my bowels on his plunging dick. I groaned, loving the pleasure racing through my body as I assaulted Mistress's clit with my eager tongue. He groaned, fucking my asshole faster.

His flesh slapped into my ass, his balls smacking over and over into my taint. His cock stirred my body, heat rippling to my pussy. Juices dribbled down my thighs from my shaved cunt. I moaned as I flicked Mistress's clit, my body undulating and groaning. The pleasure was so amazing. So wonderfully rapturous.

Master pumped harder, his thrusts growing with his frantic need. Like him, my own orgasm swelled. I latched onto Mistress's clit, sucking so hard as my bowels clenched on Master's dick. The pleasure swelled in me.

"Fucking slut!" I moaned. "Your dirty ass feels so good on my cock. I'm going to shoot so much cum up in your ass!"

"Yes," I moaned around Mistress's clit.

Her green eyes widened. Her back arched, her perky breasts heaving as she orgasmed. She screamed wordlessly. Her arousal flooded my lips with her pussy cream. I moaned, opening my mouth wide, swallowing the delicious flood.

I gulped it down, shuddering, the juices flowing around my lips and mouth. It warmed my stomach, the heat racing through my body. I shuddered, my pussy and asshole clenching. I made my Mistress cum. My body tensed.

And then my orgasm exploded through me.

Master groaned as he pounded my spasming asshole. My bowels writhed about his wonderful dick as he thrust hard and fast. His balls smacked into me. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture flooded through my body, juices gushing down my thighs.

"Fuck!" Master groaned as he buried into my spasming ass.

His cum pumped into me. Blast after blast of his jizz flooded my asshole. I shivered, so glad I could please them both. I moaned as I lapped up Mistress's cum, her body shuddering as her orgasm peaked in her.

"Thank you Master, Mistress," I panted as my orgasm burned so hot in me. "Thank you for using my asshole, and thank you, Mistress, for using my mouth!"

I was their slut!

Mark Glassner

"Damn," I groaned, laying down next to my panting wife.

"Uh-huh," she purred.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. Our tongues danced while Violet licked at my dirty cock. She was such a good little slut. I broke the kiss and closed my eyes, and the exhaustion of the last weekend fell upon me like a ton of bricks.

I felt Mary rest her head on my chest as sleep dragged me down.

"Master," a voice said, shaking my leg, waking me up.

"Huh?" I blinked, coming out of sleep.

"Master," the voice repeated.

I blinked, sitting up. I had been out like a log, and now I was disoriented. The sun had set while I was passed out, the hotel room dark as sin. I glanced at the clock. It was close to midnight. Mary was sleeping on one side of me, and Violet was curled up on the other, her eyes shut. 51 stood at the foot of my bed, still naked, her M16 slung over her shoulder.

"What?" I asked sleepily.

"Your family has arrived," she reported, a smile on her lips. "They've almost passed the crowds. There are thousands crowding the streets. It's like St. Peter's Square out there."

"Thank you, 51." I yawned again. Then I shook my wife awake.

"What," she blinked. I gave her a kiss and told her what was happening.

I led my wife to the suite's balcony, wanting to see the crowds. It was a cold, clear September night, and our flesh pimpled. Mary shivered, then concentrated. Flames danced around her. She smiled, snuggling beside me. The flames didn't burn me. Instead, their tongues tickled me. But they would burn anyone else.

I savored the warmth licking at my body.

The streets were filled with people for blocks in every direction we could see, many holding candles, lighting up the streets like the starry sky. These were the people we needed to protect. Molech warned me that Lucifer was up to something dangerous, something I would oppose. Was this the secret Mary learned?

Well, if I started something when I made my Pact, I had the responsibility to fix it, to make the world a better place. A world where people didn't hurt each other, fear each other.

I would give the world love and peace. Utopia.

And in the sweet embrace of those they loved, the victims of the False God's cruel ambition were healed.

--The Gospel of April 39:28

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

The last three days had been the most stressful in my entire life. While Jacob and I had huddled in the bolthole--a decommissioned missile silo our Gods bought in the middle of nowhere, Kansas--our wife, Leah, had been fighting for her very life. Jacob and I were helpless, trapped before the TV, looking for a sign that Leah even still lived, praying desperately that she had survived the wrecked limo.

"Leah is alive, Leah is alive," I kept telling myself over and over. I couldn't lose my brunette love. For one glorious weekend--my honeymoon--she transformed me into the slut from my darkest fantasies. It had been a wild adventure before I settled into my marriage with Jacob. Leah and I had made passionate love, and then she took me to this club where I had sex in public before a group of strangers gangbanged us. I fell in love with her. When the weekend was over, and I had to go back to my husband, I convinced Leah to come with me.

I could not stand to be parted from either of my loves.

To my eternal relief, Jacob and Leah hit off, and soon we were a happy, loving threesome, fulfilling Jacob's naughtiest fantasy--two sexy women ready to please him. He deserved it for letting me have a wild, uninhibited time during our honeymoon. Soon after, we came to Washington State to be nearer to the Living Gods. Our Gods graciously offered us jobs. Leah chauffeured for them while Jacob and I put our CPAs to use, managing their complex finances. It was all going amazingly well until Saturday.

It was only in the aftermath of Brandon's execution this afternoon that we found out our wife lived. The Goddess had succeeded in defeating Brandon and saving our Lord. Like a botanist carefully tending to her shoots, Jacob and I had carefully nurtured our hope over the weekend, and learning that Leah lived allowed our hope to blossom into joy--a euphoric high that wiped away all the fatigue and stress of the last three days.

The euphoria continued on the plane ride back to Washington State and the SUV drive to Tacoma. The closer we came, the more my excitement grew, until it became too much. I started crying and giggling in Jacob's arms. Leah was alive. We were going to be reunited with her. My skin felt stretched, the excited energy inside me threatening to explode out of me violently.

The huge mob gathered before the Murano Hotel slowed our convoy to a crawl. There were just so many people for blocks crowding the streets who worshiped Mark and Mary. The snail's pace reduced me to frustrated shouts. I didn't care that all these people were worshiping my Gods.

I just wanted to see my wife.

No. I needed to see my wife and to hold her and make sure she was alright.

"C'mon!" I screamed. "Just run them over!"

The bodyguard driving--a sultry Latina whose silver choker named her 43--gave me a peculiar look but ignored my command.

"It'll just be a few more minutes," Jacob soothed, pulling me closer to him.

"How can you be so calm?" I snapped. "Don't you care about her?"

Anger flashed across his face, but he relaxed it away. Jacob rarely showed his passion outside of the bedroom. "You know I care. I want to see her just as badly as you do."

"Then show it, dammit!"

"That's not fair, Rach!" He stared fixedly at me. "I've been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived."

Guilt flooded me. "Sorry," I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.

He kissed my forehead. "I know."

Alison de la Fuentes

I trembled with excitement when the SUV finally made it through all the crowds of people that clogged the streets of Tacoma. April sat next to me, the nerdy teen squeezing my hand, just as excited as I was, eager to see her girlfriend Violet. The two shy girls had bonded with their shared pregnancies and become quite the item lately.

I'm sure Master hasn't noticed a thing.

After spending the weekend worried sick not only about Master and Mistress, but about my wife, Desiree, I was so excited to be reunited with her. Watching her on TV yesterday, hanging on Brandon's arm, filled me with fear. Desiree was smiling and seemed happy, but I could see the fear in her eyes, the tightness in her lips. The bastard did something to her to make her cooperate.

We passed a cordon of soldiers, and then we were in front of the hotel. I threw open the door, racing into the lobby. Master and Mistress were waiting, naked and looking so sexy. I ran to them, hugged them, and felt so happy when they kissed me on the lips.

You should always stay near them, my subconscious whispered.

"It's good to see you, Alison," Master said to me, stroking my face.

"I'm just so glad you're alive," I said, savoring his strong and her gentle arms around me.

"We're so happy to see you safe," Mistress said, tears in her eyes.

I was about to ask where Desiree was when April pushed me to the side to hug our Masters. And then everyone else burst in. I drifted out to the side as Jessica, Xiu, Korina, and Lillian were eager to embrace Master and Mistress. I squirmed with impatience, looking around.

Where was she?

And then their families entered. Master embraced his mom and sister, and Mistress shared a group hug with her family. Tears were shed and kisses exchanged. And all the while, I wanted my sweet Desiree. I strained my neck, looking around the lobby. Leah, the chauffeur, had a joyful reunion with Rachel and Jacob, her spouses. But where was my Desiree? I looked around, a pit forming in my stomach. My breath quickened.

Where was my Latin beauty?

I wormed my way to Mistress, trying to stay calm. "Upstairs," Mistress told me, sensing my question before I could even ask. "In our suite. Top floor."

"Thank you, Mistress."

I raced to the elevator and furiously smashed my fingers onto the up button. I stared at the stupid digital floor counter, watching the red numbers slowly grow smaller as the elevator descended. I wanted to scream at the stupid thing. I was so wound up inside.

I burned inside to see my Desiree.

Finally, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and I shot inside. I pounded the top floor with furious passion. And then I repeatedly mashed the close-door button. I screamed in frustration as the doors refused to close. Slowly, ever so slowly, the doors finally slid close, the elevator lifting me up.

It seemed to take an eternity. I was practically yelling at the stupid thing to go faster. I felt red-faced when I reached the top floor. A bodyguard, 27, stood naked at a door, an M16 clutched in her hand. She smiled tiredly at me as she opened the door with the keycard. There were three bedrooms in the suite.

Desiree was in the second one I tried.

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Empty alcohol mini-bottles littered the floor. Her neck was bare, her choker missing. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks stained with tears. She didn't look up as I entered.

"Desiree!" I shouted, threw myself on the bed next to her, and wrapped my arms around her.

Desiree pushed me off, muttering in a slurred voice, "Go away."

Her words stung. I had expected a tearful, happy reunion. "No," I told her, cupping her face. "Talk to me."

She tore her face away. "Don't touch me!"

"Why?" My heart raced. My stomach clenched. What was going on?

Desiree ignored me. She stood up and wobbled to the minibar.

I snatched her hand, pulling her back. She stumbled, almost falling into me. "You've had enough to drink, Desiree."

"Leave me alone, Alison," she pleaded, slumping to the floor, her head hanging low.

"Just talk to me," I told her, kneeling down next to her and brushing aside empty bottles. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong. I just don't want you any longer."

Her words hurt. Ditch the whiny bitch, my subconscious whispered. You can do better than her. Let the stupid cunt wallow drunkenly. Go find Master and fuck him!

I ignored those words. Normally, my subconscious gave great advice, but not with Desiree. It had a nasty dislike for my wife. There was a part of me that didn't want to be happy, and it was feeding on the pain Desiree's words had caused. I pushed them down. Something was wrong with my wife. She was in pain, lashing out blindly. I needed to get through to her somehow. I couldn't let that monster steal my wife from me.

Not without me putting up a hell of a fight for her.

Is she really worth it? whispered my subconscious. I ignored the voice. Of course Desiree was worth it.

So I laughed dismissively at Desiree. "Don't lie to me," I told her, pulling off my tight T-shirt, baring my lovely breasts and my hard nipples pierced with silver barbells. I grabbed her face and turned her to look at them. I could see her eyes flick down to my nipples, a momentary flash of lust spilling across her face. "Don't lie to me and tell me you don't want me. I know you do. Just like I want you, Desiree."

That was the wrong thing to say.

Desiree grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my back. "That's all you want! My body!" She yanked her baggy shirt off, exposing those magnificent breasts of hers, and shook them at me. "Here they are, Alison. Use me! Take your pleasure!" Tears ran down her face. "That's all I'm good for!"

"No, I don't want your body. I want you. I love you."

"How can you love such a filthy, disgusting creature like me?" Desiree sobbed. "I let him touch me. He... used every part of my body. I let him! I let that monster make me his whore! I betrayed you, Alison!"

I want to break. Pain squeezed my heart. I wanted to scream. To rip Brandon Fitzsimmons's skin off his body, to make him hurt like my wife.

"Shh, you didn't betray me, Desiree. You did what you had to, right? He was going to hurt you." I hugged my wife.

This time, she didn't pull away. She buried her face into my neck and sobbed. Her entire body shook. I don't know how long I held her, stroking her hair, letting her pour out all her pain, anguish, fear. I held her, rocked her, and cried with her until she had poured every teardrop left in her.

I wished Brandon was still alive so I could kill him myself. Fucking Warlock!

You should hate all the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Every last fucking one of them! They're a threat to Master!

"I love you, Desiree," I told her after what might have been an hour or maybe only five minutes of her tears. "You're my slut-wife. Forever."

"How can you still love me?" she demanded, pulling her face from my tear-stained neck. Her bloodshot eyes peered hopelessly at me.

I smiled at her, being brave, not showing the pain I felt. "Because you are strong and beautiful and loving. Because you own my heart." I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest between my small breasts. "Can you feel it beat?"

She nodded her head.

"That's yours. It beats for you. Master and Mistress own my body. You own my heart."

"Mi Sirenita," Desiree sighed. "How did I get so lucky to meet you?"

Destiny, my subconscious whispered. They were such beautiful words, so I echoed them to my wife as I slid her hand over to cup my left breast. "Destiny. Our Masters are changing the world, and we were chosen to help them."

We were. And you were chosen first. That's why you must focus everything on Master. He must be protected. He has a destiny.

I shuddered as Desiree ran her thumb around my areola, hardening my nipple, drowning out the wonderful words my subconscious whispered. I shivered, the pleasure racing through my body as Desiree circled my nipple. My pussy clenched, my body squirming.

Then my wife ducked her head down. I sighed in pleasure as she sucked my pierced nipple into her lips. She played with the barbell, twisting my nipple with her tongue. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I felt her love.

She was so beautiful. So special.

Her hand slid down my stomach, circling my bellybutton. I groaned as she caressed the divot, gigglish delight rushing through my body. Then her hands slid down to my sides, gripping me as she sucked harder at my nipple, the throbbing pleasure shooting down to my wet pussy.

"My love," I sighed. "Mmm, I missed you so much."

I didn't fight as Desiree's hands guided me onto my back, her lips sucking hard on my nipples. She pushed up my skirt, exposing my stubbly cunt. I was supposed to have my cunt waxed on Saturday. I flushed in embarrassment. She could see my brown pubes, my real hair color, not the pink I dyed it.

Her fingers ran across my pubic hair. She broke the kiss, looking down and smiling as she played with my pussy lips. Her golden-brown breasts dangled before her as hunger flared in her eyes. She didn't care that I had stubble. That I wasn't as waxed as I should be.

She loved me.

"Mi Sirenita," she purred with such love.

"Yes," I moaned in delight, savoring her pet name for me as she lowered her head.

My eyes widened as her tongue took the first slow lick up my slit. My entire body shuddered as she parted my folds. Pleasure raced through my body. I squirmed, my cunt clenching as her tongue teased me. Pleased me. She reached my clit, circling it, making me moan and gasp as I squirmed on the hotel carpet.

Then her fingers spread open my pussy. Her tongue tasted everywhere inside my cunt, exploring me, driving me wild with her gentle licks. She probed and nuzzled, her nose brushing my clit as I squirmed in delight.

"Yes, yes, yes," I panted, my toes curling. "Love me, Desiree."

"Always," she whispered between lush licks. "Always."

Her fingers stroked my pussy lips as she kept me spread open, her tongue diving deeper, swirling through my depths. My back arched, humping against her. My hands slid up my stomach, cupping my perky breasts, squeezing them as my wife loved me.

Her plump lips sucked on my labia, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through me. Her tongue caressed me, driving me wild. It was so wonderful to see her again. To feel her. To be with her. She was alive. She was safe.

"Yes!" I moaned, humping towards my orgasm.
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