Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

It built so fast in me. It grew larger and larger. It made me tremble and gasp. I ground on her mouth, smearing my pussy on her lips. My fingers pulled at my piercings, my nipples throbbing. I loved it.

I writhed on the carpet as my orgasm shuddered deliciously through me. I moaned out my joy. It was wordless. I humped against her as my back arched. And then my body spasmed out of my control, groans bursting from my lips.

And she kept licking me. She kept tonguing me. Her dark eyes stared up at me from my pussy. Her fingers rubbed and caressed my folds then plunged into my spasming hole. She fucked them in and out as she tongued my clit.

"Oh, yes!" I moaned, finding my words as my orgasm peaked. "I love it! I love you!"

"Love you, too, mi Sirenita," she purred and then attacked my clit.

It was so sensitive from my first orgasm. The nerves burst with joy. She had me quaking and quivering. Coming closer and closer to erupting. Her delight made me gasp and moan. I ground on her, the pressure swelling and swelling.

"Oh, my god, Desiree," I moaned as my body trembled, anticipating the eruption.

My second orgasm was more powerful than the first. I halfway sat up as my stomach tightened in ecstasy. Desiree slipped a third finger inside me, pumping them in and out of me hard and fast. My pussy spasmed, writhing about her digits. The pleasure boiled through my mind.

Ecstasy.

Rapture.

They were all the same. They had me aching and groaning and gasping in delight. They crashed over and over into my mind.

"Yes, yes, yes! Finger me! Nibble on my clit!"

She did. Her teeth nipped my sensitive bud and sent me spasming into my third orgasm. I screamed loudly and everything went black. It crashed on me so hard. I was buried in the rapture of my wife.

An eternity of joy.

Of wonderful darkness.

I groaned when I returned to myself. I blinked, slowly coming back out of my daze. I stared up at the ceiling. I was still on the floor. A warm body pressed against my side, breasts so soft and round. Desiree was snuggled up against me, her lips sticky with my sweet honey.

"You passed out, mi Sirenita," she purred when she heard my whimper of delight.

"You were that amazing!" I groaned and kissed her, loving my taste on her lips. My pussy itched. "Mmm, now it's my turn."

"You don't have to," Desiree said, tensing up.

"Nonsense," I told her. "You are too beautiful for me to resist."

"But I'm all dirty."

I licked her neck, tasting her sweat. "I don't care, Desiree. You could never be too dirty for me."

She blinked tear-filled eyes and kissed me. It was glorious.

Then, unable to wait, I hopped to my feet and yanked her upright. I had the biggest grin on my face as I pushed her back onto the bed, her body lying back. Her big, soft breasts pillowing on her body. She was so lovely.

"You are going to scream in pleasure," I told her, my hips wigging. I licked my lips.

"Promise?" Desiree asked, her voice thick with her sultry accent.

"Cross my heart," I said, tracing an X on my boob as I leaned over her.

Desiree smiled and sat up, kissing me right there. Her lips were so lovely on my breast, her tongue licking her own X on my flesh. I shivered as her hands slid up and grabbed my shoulder. Then she pulled me down on top her soft body, our breasts kissing as I savored the feel of her beneath me.

I claimed her lips while enjoying the feel of her voluptuous body beneath me. She tasted so good. My sweet honey adorned her lips. Letting out a hungry moan, my tongue licked across her lips and chin. I cleaned her face of all my yummy cream. I shivered on her warm form as she whimpered.

"Mmm, I'm already feeling cleaner," she panted as I nibbled down to the hollow of her neck, following more of my yummy cream.

"I need to lick you all over the place," I winked at her.

"Yes!" she hissed.

I planned on kissing every square inch of her beautiful brown skin. I smooched all over her neck, tracing where her choker should be. It was a twin to the one around my neck. They proclaimed to whom we belonged. Anger stabbed through me.

That bastard warlock made her take it off.

Her neck liberally kissed, I moved to her shoulders. I traced out the top to her left arm, then smooched my way down her flesh. I nuzzled at her elbow and kissed across her forearm. I reached her palm, raining kisses all over them.

And then I sucked her fingers and found more of my juices.

"Mmm, yes," she groaned. "That's nice."

I popped her finger out of my mouth. "Such tasty places your fingers have been."

"Such," she said, her eyes smoldering.

Her left hand clean, I switched to her right. They were even stickier with my cream. She had fucked these fingers so deep into me. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned them, my tongue swirling around them like they were small cocks.

Her fingers clean, I smooched back up to her shoulder.

I kissed along her collarbone and traced down her breastbone. I nuzzled between the slopes of her tits. I cupped them, squeezing them and rubbing them on my cheeks as I worked lower and lower, inhaling her scent. My tongue traced the edge of her breast until I nuzzled at her underboob. I licked her salty flavor as I worked around her breast before I began my ascent.

I smooched every square inch of her right breast, moving upward in a spiral. My hands squeezed her big, lush mounds, feeling the delight as I reached her large, dark-pink areola. It was bumpy on my tongue as I spiraled into her turgid nipple. I reached that fat nub and sucked it into my mouth.

I sucked on it. My tongue brushing the tip. My teeth nipped it. She whimpered and moaned and squirmed.

"You're driving me wild, mi Sirenita!" she moaned.

"Good," I purred, releasing her nipple and moving to her left breast, eager to kiss every inch of it, too.

I grinned at her before beginning with her nipple this time. Desiree shuddered in delight as I sucked her sensitive nub into my hungry lips. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked it, loving it with all my passion, making her shudder, her body writhing beneath mine.

I loved giving her pleasure.

Her nipple kissed, I spiraled out from her areola, kissing every spot on her perfect breast. I bathed it with my tongue, working down, leaving wet marks. Sometimes I nipped, making her shudder in delight. I reached the base, circling her boob with my tongue, savoring her salty flavor.

Then I continued smooching down her stomach, my hair tickling Desiree as my lips brushed her sensitive belly. She squirmed as I came closer and closer to her little bellybutton. She gasped when I tongued her little divot.

"Alison," she moaned, then giggled as my tongue circled her bellybutton.

I kept tonguing her navel. I was so happy to hear her laugh. They were such beautiful sounds. My small breasts pressed into her thighs as she squirmed. My nipples ached as I made her laugh harder and harder, her face darkening as she struggled to breathe through her joy.

"You are so... wicked..." she panted when I gave her a reprieve.

"Yep!" I beamed at her.

Then I kissed down to her groin, tracing the line of her hip as it narrowed towards her shaved pussy. I breathed in her tangy, spicy arousal. I had missed that scent so badly this weekend. I delighted in her natural perfume.

But instead of smooching her pussy, I started down her right leg. Desiree moaned in frustration, and I giggled. I kissed her knee, her shin, sucked her toes into my lips, and licked at the soles of her feet. I repeated it with her left leg, licking, sucking, savoring her.

"Turn over. I need to do the other side."

"You are spoiling me," she groaned. "And driving me wild."

"Good," I husked in pure delight. "That's the plan."

I kissed her sleek back, moving down her spine to her plump Latina ass. I rubbed my cheeks against her cheeks, then smooched every inch of her butt. I spread apart her butt-cheeks, exposing her brown asshole. I kissed that too, tasting the sour flavor. I swirled my tongue around her sphincter, rimming her.

She groaned, shuddering as I swirled faster, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. Then my tongue pushed against her asshole. The tight sphincter resisted me for a moment, but I was persistent. She made the most wanton moans as I plunged my tongue inside her warm bowels.

Nothing about my wife was dirty to me.

I swirled my tongue as I wiggled it as deep as I could into her asshole. The sour flavor was intoxicating. My fingers massaged her butt-cheeks as I latched my lips around her asshole, sucking hard, teasing her.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she moaned.

"And tastes delicious," I purred, then bent down to rim her ass some more.

"I bet my pussy tastes even better."

"You sure you're not too dirty?" I asked her, stroking the edges of her vulva before licking her asshole again.

"No," she hissed. "No, I'm not too dirty."

That was what I wanted to hear. "Good!"

I spread her thighs and buried my face into her waxed-bare pussy.

Desiree groaned as I reveled in the taste of her spicy, tangy cream. Her juices coated my lips, so wonderfully thick and sticky. I swallowed her ambrosia as it flooded out of her depths, drinking every drop of my wife's passion.

I ran my tongue from her clit up through her slit, caressing all her folds. She shivered each time. I did it again, gathering her cream. Then I shoved my tongue into her pussy's depths, pressing into her hot hole. My hands grabbed her plump ass, squeezing hard as I dug into her cunt, swirling around, teasing her, making her squirm, her butt clenching beneath my hands.

I dipped my fingers into her crack. I found her asshole, still wet with my saliva, and circled it. She moaned louder, shuddering, her pussy clenching on my probing tongue. I pressed my middle finger on her asshole and sank it into her bowels.

"Mmm, you naughty slut," Desiree moaned, her ass so hot and tight and velvety on my finger.

"Always," I giggled, then buried my tongue back into her tasty cunt.

"Your tongue stud is driving me crazy!"

Her asscheeks clenched and a flood of delicious juices issued from her pussy as I made my wife cum. She trembled. Her pussy writhed about my tongue while her asshole spasmed on my probing finger. I fucked it in and out while my tongue flicked through her folds, gathering her juices as they gushed out of her.

I slipped a second finger into her spasming asshole as my tongue danced across her folds, teasing her with my tongue stud. She kept shuddering and writhing, the pleasure bursting over and over through her body. Orgasm after orgasm.

Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I loved it.

"Fuck! Fuck!" she howled. "You are so wonderful, mi Sirenita!"

I shuddered in delight. So I kept licking, fingering her ass. My tongue flailed against her clit, rubbing the hard end of my tongue stud against that wonderful bud. My fingers plunged so deep into her spasming asshole.

She moaned wordlessly, orgasm after intense orgasm spasming through her body. She bucked and writhed. Her juices bathed my face. I rubbed my cheeks and chin into her cunt, coating myself in her musk. Her juices dribbled down my neck.

"Stop," she panted. Finally she had enough.

"Mmm, there," I purred as I pulled my lips away from her delicious cunt. "All clean."

Desiree rolled over onto her back, her breasts jiggling. She gave me a tired, pleased smile. I crawled up her body and kissed her gently on those plump lips. Her right hand caressed my cheek. Gold glinted on her finger, startling me. I grabbed her hand and saw her wedding band.

"This is on the wrong hand."

"I didn't want them to take it," Desiree answered. "So I switched it. They took my choker, and I couldn't lose this."

Tears ran hot down my face. I gently pulled the ring off her finger. I grabbed her left hand, slipped it on, and kissed the wedding band. "There, back where it belongs."

And the fate of the World walked with the Holy Vizier and her lover as they departed for France. And then did the jealous Lilith, first of the demons freed, plot ruin.

--The Gospel of April 39:59

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

When the convoy reached Hotel Murano, I almost tripped and fell on my face in my haste to escape the SUV. I didn't pause to admire the fires that danced before the beige stone walls of the hotel's exterior--I only had eyes for my brunette wife standing awkwardly in the hotel lobby. She wore a tan terrycloth robe wrapped about her figure and a timid smile on her angelic face.

"Leah!" I shouted, throwing my arms around her and kissing her lush lips. She stood frozen for a moment, then her arms wrapped around me, and she returned my kiss with passion.

"You look like hell, Rachel" Leah giggled when I broke the kiss.

I probably did. I had barely slept in three days, and I couldn't remember the last time I combed my bushy-brown hair. Leah looked tired, dark bags beneath her eyes, but she smelled of rose soap and lavender shampoo, her skin white and lustrous.

"You had us worried," I told her.

Jacob swept the both of us up in a hug, his thick glasses askew as he kissed Leah just as passionately and lovingly as I had. "Are you okay?" he gently asked, caressing her cheek. "Did anyone...?"

"I'm fine," Leah answered. Her tone was a little flat, her hazel eyes shifting. Before I could press her, she gushed, "You have got to see our rooms. Our Gods gave us a beautiful suite." Her smile turned arched. "And a huge bed."

Jacob grinned, his glasses slipping more, and I was afraid they were about to fall off his nose. So I reached up and pushed them into place. My reward was a wonderful kiss--strong lips, rough stubble, a man's kiss. My knees grew weak.

I loved my husband as much as my wife.

"Let's go check out this bed," he smiled, an arm around each of his pretty wives.

There was something I wanted to ask Leah, but Jacob's kiss drove it right out of my mind. I was sure I'd remember it before too long.

"Okay, let's," I answered, leaning on my husband's shoulder. I smiled. Leah leaned against his other shoulder and seductively licked her tongue at me.

The moment we entered the elevator, Leah pounced on Jacob, fumbling for his belt. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Right now!"

"In the elevator?" Jacob flushed.

"Yes," purred Leah. "I need your cock! Take me! Use me for your pleasure!"

The robe slipped off Leah's body, and Jacob's cock bulged his pants. Her large breasts were full and round, topped with fat nipples and areolas larger than a silver dollar. She turned around, wiggling her fine ass at Jacob. He was a man. His pants were undone in a flash. He had his cock out and buried into her pussy a moment later.

"What floor?" I asked as I watched my husband's ass flex as he pounded my wife's cunt. He had a cute butt.

"Top floor," she moaned. "Fuck me! Pound my nasty cunt!"

I frowned. Leah was sounding like a slutty party girl. Like she was a bottled blonde again. "Because blondes have all the fun," she had explained that adventurous weekend when Mark and Mary claimed me on my honeymoon.

But Leah and I had given up on being blondes, allowing our original, boring, brown hair to come back over the summer. We had promised to be Jacob's loving wives, not his sluts. I grabbed Leah's hand, frowning. Something was wrong with her, so I gave her a comforting squeeze.

"Give me a kiss, Rachel," Leah purred at me as Jacob's flesh slapped against her ass. "Mmm, let me finger you and make you cum like a whore while Jacob makes me scream!"

She jerked her hand from mine and shoved it beneath my skirt. I wore no panties since the Church taught that women should be ready to be fucked at all times, even if I only slept with Jacob and Leah. And sometimes with Mark and Mary, but they were my Gods. My eyes widened as Leah shoved fingers roughly inside me, her thumb pressing hard on my clit.

"Leah," I moaned at the sudden rush of heat. "This is--"

Leah cut off my words with a hot kiss, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. Her fingers felt so wonderful in my pussy, stirring me up, that I couldn't resist melting into her kiss. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the pleasure my wife gave.

Jacob fucked her harder. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she braced her free hand against the elevator's metal wall. The slap of flesh echoed throughout the tight space, and the scent of pussy filled my nose: the spicy, tart musk of our mixed arousal. Her fingers built a fire inside me, burning hot and fast.

The elevator doors dinged, sliding open, and the fire consumed me. My knees buckled beneath the pleasure, and I fell to the floor as the rapture shuddered through me. Her fingers slid out of my pussy. I couldn't believe how hard, how fast she made me cum.

"Leah," I groaned, staring up at her.

Leah licked her fingers. "Mmm, you taste wonderful, slut." She held her fingers over her shoulder and Jacob sucked them into her mouth. "Doesn't she?"

"You do taste amazing, Rach!" Jacob panted after sucking on Leah's fingers. "Keep squeezing your cunt, Leah. I'm gonna cum!"

"Do it!" Leah purred. "Cum in my dirty snatch." Her hazel eyes--lidded with lust--found mine. "I'm going to make you clean my pussy afterward, Rachel. You're a little slut that just loves the taste of cum mixed with cunt, aren't you?"

"Gods, I love watching my wives eating creampie!" grunted Jacob.

The elevator door started to close. I caught it with my leg, pushing it back open as I stared at them writhing in passion. His face contorted with his pleasure. He buried himself into Leah's pussy, grunting as he pumped her full of his seed.

"Gods, that was great, Leah." He kissed her neck as he panted. "I love you so much."

"Thanks, stud," Leah said. "You gave me a good fucking."

Leah sauntered past me, my leg still holding the elevator door open. White cum ran thick down her thighs. She leaned against the hallway's wall, spread her legs, and smiled invitingly at me. I licked my lips. I wanted to talk to Leah about what was wrong with her, but the sight of my husband's jizz running out of my wife's snatch was too much to resist.

I shifted onto my knees, Jacob's arm now holding open the elevator, and crawled to her. I licked my lips as I reached her. My hands grasped her thighs as my tongue lapped up the salty jizz running down her thighs.

"Oh fuck! Eat me slut!" Leah moaned.

My tongue swept through her pussy and gathered creamy cum mixed with her spicy and tart juices. I feasted on her, pushing my tongue deep into her hole, eager to find as much jizz as I could. Her hands gripped my hair as her hips writhed, smearing her pussy across my face. I savored her taste and her wonderful, tart scent, leaving me feeling heady with lust.

My own pussy burned as I devoured her. Juices trickled down my neck as I feasted on her. My tongue slid through her folds, driving her wild with passion. She seized my hair, tugging on it as she writhed.

"Fucking slut! Eat me!" she gasped. "Yes, yes! Fuck! Fuck! I love to be eaten by a slut! A nasty, cum-eating slut!"

Her body shuddered, juices flooding my lips as she came again, so hard, so fast. She was on fire. I licked through her folds and drank her juices as they gushed out of her pussy. She kept a firm grip on my hair, keeping me pressed into her folds as she writhed in passion, her breasts bouncing above.

"Such a dirty slut!" she hissed, head tossing back. "Yes, yes, yes."

Her body heaved a final time. I licked through her folds, gathering the last of her pussy cream dribbling out of her hole. She let out such a whimpering moan as she shuddered. Her hands relaxed in my hair as her orgasm passed.

I pulled my face away and peered up at her through the valley of heaving breasts. Something was really wrong. She never talked this dirty in bed. "Is everything all--"

"Gods, are you hard already, Jacob?" Leah purred, grasping his hard cock.

"That was so hot," Jacob answered. "You know how much I love watching you and Rachel eating my creampies."

Leah gave a wicked laugh. "And we love to eat them. But now I'm hungry for some sausage. Come on Rach, let's share this cock! It'll be yummy after marinating in my sauce." She grabbed both our hands, yanking me to my feet as she led us down the hallway.

Mark Glassner

My mom and sister could not stop hugging me, touching my muscular body, which made me so hard. "I was so worried," Mom almost sobbed. "It was horrible watching you getting beaten."

"I'm fine, Mom," I told her and kissed her on the lips, savoring the incestuous delight.

"I thought you were toast, big bro," Antsy said, trying to be her usual, playful self, her hand finding my cock. But I could see it in her eyes, how scared she was.

"How could I die when I have so many beautiful women in my life?" I told her and kissed my little sister on the lips. She tasted so good, so sweet.

She shivered when she broke our kiss. "I guess you're right. You do have plenty of hotties."

"He does," Betty, my mom's exotic girlfriend, grinned.

Via, my sister's girlfriend, giggled and nodded her head. Then the pair of them joined the hug, snuggling in where they could. I wrapped my arms around all four happy, smiling women, so glad that they were safe.

Antsy's stroking hand became bold, confident, no longer faking her passion.

Nearby, Mary's family surrounded her. Missy and Shannon had her sandwiched while Sean and Tiffany hugged all three of their daughters with fierce passion. Mary's green eyes met mine, and she sent me: I think we owe our families some quality time. Particularly you, Mark. You gave them quite the scare.

I could feel her amused tone.

I laughed. No fair; your family is bigger.

In addition to her family, Damien and George were hovering on the edges. They were Missy's boyfriend and Shannon's fiancee, respectively.

I'm just luckier than you, Mark!

Then her head turned and her body stiffened. I frowned as my wife wormed out of her family's embrace and walked to the nearby couch. Sam, our Asian vizier, sat there with her plaything, Candy, curled up beside her. Curiosity flashed through me.

"I'll be right back," I told my family, pulling away from them.

"You better," Antsy said, refusing to let go of my cock until I moved too far away.

"I will," I grinned, my dick bouncing before me as I headed to the couch. What was Mary up to?

Antsy laughed. "You're too horny not to hurry back to four wet cunts."

My mom blushed but giggled with her younger girlfriend.

Samnag "Sam" Soun

It was chaos in the lobby. Everyone was greeting everyone, the sluts hugging bodyguards, Mark and Mary reuniting with the families. I took a moment to glare at Willow and her harem of nurses. She shot me a nasty look back. She hated having to send me her slaves to fuck so she could get the mind-control incense for her clinic. But she just loved molesting her gynecological patients too much to not pay my price.

And I took so much fun fucking the bitch's whores, making them scream and beg for my girl-cock. My clit itched. I thought about summoning it right here and now and having Candy suck it while Willow's collection of whores all panted after it.

That would drive her mad.

I shivered, about to relax my cock, when Mary sat down next to me with all the regalness of the Goddess she pretended to be. Her legs crossed and her green eyes were hard as they looked at me. Candy stirred beside me.

"Yes?" I asked. I didn't have to call her "mistress" or "ma'am" or any other nonsense like their slaves did. I was free, mostly.

"Mark and I need you to do something that is very important," she said.

"We do," Mark said, standing nearby, his cock thrusting hard before him. I shivered. It was a nice cock.

"What, ma'am?" I asked as Mary glanced at her husband, giving him a look.

He nodded his head.

"Go to the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château," Mary explained, turning back to me. "In the basement, you will find a room. Study it carefully. I need you to reconstruct it perfectly here at the hotel."

"What is it?" I asked, curiosity seizing me. What knowledge could I learn at the Nun's motherhouse?

"No questions," Mary said, her voice hard. I blinked at that. "This is very important. Mark and I can't go. We need to attend to things here in the States. Take the 747 to the East Coast, then book a regular flight from there to Toulouse, France. Be discreet and protect yourself."

I glanced at Candy snuggled against me. "Can I take her with me?"

Mary nodded, "Just remember that this is very important, okay?"

"Of course," I answered, excitement surging through me. "You can count on us."

"Good," Mary sighed in relief. This was very important. And I had cast my lot in with Mark and Mary. "The Chief of Police in Toulouse is under my power. He has the standard cop orders. Contact him for help or if anything goes wrong."

I nodded, eager to get started. "Come on, Candy. Let's go."

"I'm tired," Candy pouted.

"So am I," I told her, hauling my girlfriend to her feet. "We can sleep on the plane."

"I never sleep on planes," she sighed.

I gave her a kiss, and she returned it. Then I dragged her off to talk to the bodyguards to help me make arrangements. This room sounded so interesting. I was eager to study it. After translating the Magics of the Witch of Endor, I was eager to learn more about the supernatural world.

Mark Glassner

"What is that room?" I asked Mary as Sam scurried off with her play thing.

Mary chewed her lip. She did that when she was thinking. "Lilith tried to kill you today," Mary finally said. "She can spy on us from the Shadows. She could be watching us right now."

That sent a chill through my veins. I glanced around, remembering those Dimme things phasing in and out of reality as they tried to kill Brandon and me. "And what is the room then?"

"A Hidden Place. A Matmown. Lilith cannot spy on us in there." Mary swallowed. "We cannot plot against her until we have this secure place."

So this is what she was holding back. Unless there was more. If it blocked Lilith, did that mean it blocked other beings?

Like the Devil.

Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech's warning echoed in my mind. Mary nodded her head, and gave me a cautionary look. Did she sense what I just figured out?

Not even this is secure from Lilith, she sent telepathically with the Siyach spell. Then a smile appeared on Mary's face. "Go be with your family, Mark."

My dick throbbed. "Join us. They're your family, too. I don't want us to be apart tonight."

Mary glanced at her family, then at me, indecision painting her face.

"We can be with your family tomorrow night," I promised.

An excited glint appeared in my wife's eyes. "Let me go say good night."

Lilith - The Abyss

I spied on him from the Shadows as he spoke to that slut wife of his, projecting my spirit from my vessel resting safely in Seattle. I could not let Mark and Mary get their hands on a Matmown. They had grown too powerful today when they defeated Brandon. I needed the edge I gained on them by spying if I would have any chance of surviving long enough to realize my plans.

Samnag Soun needed to be stopped before she could discover the secrets of the Matmown.

I flashed back to Seattle, entered my vessel, and opened my eyes. I smiled, taking delight in my office. It was a richly appointed space full of expensive carpets, dark-wood furniture engraved with intricate designs, statuettes and figurines carved of delicate crystals and veined marbles, incense sticks and scented candles that filled the air with sweet delights. I let the beauty of my surroundings relax me.

My office almost matched the majesty of ancient Babylon.

A train horn blared. The warehouse rumbled as it passed, spoiling my enjoyment. I hated this place. Though my office was breathtaking, it was housed in an old, dusty, dilapidated warehouse. Hardly a fit place for a Goddess, but it was the only building we had in Seattle that could house my children and followers unnoticed.

I just had to keep reminding myself it was only temporary. Soon, the city of Seattle would fall to my power. Soon, Tir's plague would be ready and the Earth would be brought to its knees. I only needed to keep Mark at bay for a few more months. By the new year, Seattle, and then the world, would be wiped clean of the vermin--men.

Only women would survive, transforming the world into a paradise.

Chantelle and Lana sat in chairs opposite my desk, patiently waiting. They were my two High Priestesses, the first to join my cause. The lesbians were opposites in every way. One was blonde and busty, the other dark-haired and slim. They held hands, I noticed with amusement. Love. What a weak, useless emotion, enslaving those it inflicted. I controlled my daughters with love just like I controlled these two fools.

In unison, the pair slipped to the floor and paid me their homage.

"What did you see, my Goddess?" blonde Lana asked, her Slavic face worshipfully staring up at me. The blonde was the more outgoing of the two. Bolder. More outspoken. Modern humans did not know how to show proper respect, particularly these Americans. This country bred insolence and arrogance into their children, and these character defects had rubbed off on an immigrant like Lana.

"Send for my daughter, Luka," I commanded, ignoring her lapse. Allowances had to be made. For now. "I have someone for her to kill."

"At once, my Goddess," Lana replied, smoothly rising. She turned with the grace of a dancer--she had been a stripper--and left.

I leaned back in my chair. The plush leather was so comfortable as it cushioned my body in heavenly softness. There was something to be said for the comforts of this age, even if its inhabitants left something to be desired.

A smile crossed my lips. Luka would be perfect for this task. Hopefully, she wouldn't fail me like Di and Emi had. Irritation flashed like lightning. I had no idea when I would breed another Dimme, let alone twins.

Love each other with the same passion that our Living Gods love their families--wholly and without reservation.

--First Missionaries 5:13

Mark Glassner - Tacoma, WA

"Tomorrow night," Mary promised, wiggling out of her family's embrace a second time. Sam left five minutes ago on her mission. "Okay. Mark and I will celebrate with all of you."

"He better," Missy pouted, flashing me a hot, hungry look as she held her boyfriend's hand. I had taught her a few things the first time we fucked.

So I winked at her.

Mary sauntered to me. I took her hand, and we piled into the elevator with my family. As the elevator doors closed, I grabbed my mom. She was naked now, her body so curvy and soft and beautiful.

I pressed her against the wall, kissing her with passion. My cock throbbed against her stomach as her breast pillowed on my chest. I savored the feel of her hard nipples. I used to nurse from those nipples.

I loved incest.

"Mary," Antsy moaned before she pounced on my wife, eagerly kissing her, pressing Mary against the elevator wall beside my mother.

On my other side, mocha-skinned Betty kissed ivory-skinned Via with ardor. It was hot watching their naked bodies press together, the contrast of dark and light skin. I had watched my mother make love to Betty many times, and it was always a delight.

I kissed Mom harder, my hands sliding up to fondle her breasts. They were still so wonderful. She wasn't too busty, so there wasn't much sag for a woman in her forties. She was a MILF who made my dick so hard.

The elevator filled with the sounds of hot kissing, of moans and groans. My wife shuddered as Antsy's hand worked between her thighs while Betty's dark hands gripped Via's pale ass, their pussies grinding on each other's naked thighs.

"Damn," I groaned, breaking the kiss. "I missed you all so much."

"I'm just so glad you're alive," Mom breathed, her voice breaking. "It was so horrible."

"It's over." This time. I pushed that out of my mind and gave her another hot kiss, my dick throbbing so hard.

The elevator dinged and we spilled out. 27 looked exhausted as she stood guard before our door. I hoped she was relieved soon. She produced a keycard and unlocked our suite's door. The door to Desiree's bedroom was closed. Alison must be in there with her.

I hoped Alison could help Desiree deal with all the crap that happened to her.

But I couldn't think about that because the women were all pushing me to the bedroom. I didn't resist. They touched me, stroked me, kissed me. I loved it. Mary, my mother, my sister, their lovers. It was so hot.

We fell onto the bed. Five squirming, gorgeous, naked bodies writhed around me. My dick throbbed so hard as I captured mouth after mouth with hot kisses, my hands stroking silky flesh, squeezing breasts and squeezing asses. They all felt so wonderfully different, their scents mixing in the air, making such a heady perfume.

"Mmm, you're feeling quite hard," Mom moaned as she mounted me. She grabbed my cock, guiding it to her waxed cunt. She rubbed it up and down her slit.

"You're feeling quite wet!" I panted, loving the incestuous caress of her pussy on my dick.

"So wet," she groaned as she sank down my cock.

My eyes widened in delight, my back arching as her cunt slid farther and farther down my dick. It was so wonderful to be in my mother again, to feel her hot silk about my dick. I grabbed her hips, my hands tightening as I savored this joyful passion.

"My son is back where he belongs!" she moaned as she bottomed out on my dick, her back arching.

Mary moaned beside me, her hands pulling Via's pussy down to her lips while my little sister nestled between my wife's legs. Antsy flashed me a smile before she buried her face into Mary's snatch, tonguing her hard.

Via gasped, settling her pussy on my wife's face, squirming and watching Antsy devour Mary. Via groaned, grinding on Mary's licking mouth, enjoying my wife's skill. My dick ached and throbbed in my Mom's pussy, pleasure rippling through me.

Then Betty draped her body across my mom's back. Her coffee-brown arms wrapped around my mom, grasping those delicious breasts, squeezing them as she nuzzled into my mom's neck. My mom's pussy clenched on my cock as she rode me, her girlfriend's tongue licking up to her ear.

"Fuck your son, Sandy," Betty cooed into my mom's ear. "I want to lick your snatch clean once he's done. Just eat out all that incestuous cum."

My mom gave a throaty laugh. "That sounds wonderful, love!"

"It does," I groaned, my dick throbbing. This was so damned hot. I loved incest. "Going to dump so much cum into her, Betty."

"Good," she moaned.

I shuddered, my mom's cunt sliding up and down my cock. Her girlfriend fondled her pale breasts with those dark fingers. Then Betty's right hand drifted down my mom's flat stomach, reaching through her dark pubic hair until her fingers found her clit.

My mom's cunt tightened on my dick as she gasped in pleasure. Her hips rose and fell faster on my dick as her girlfriend frigged her clit. I groaned as her pussy pleasured my cock, stirring passion through me. I fondled Mom's other breast as Betty kissed and nibbled at her neck.

"That's it, honey," Betty cooed. "Ride his cock!"

"I am, love!" Mom gasped, turning her head and kissing her Black girlfriend.

I squeezed my mom's breast, shuddering in delight. Her cunt was hot and tight. I loved being in her. I savored this treasure wrapped about my dick, squeezing me, driving me wild. I groaned, clenching at her tit as the pleasure swelled and swelled in me.

"Oh, your tongue is amazing," moaned Via next to me.

My sister's girlfriend tossed her black hair with its scarlet highlights. Her large breasts heaved as she writhed on my wife's face. My eyes trailed down her body, and I found Mary's freckled, perky breasts jiggling invitingly.

My free hand found her perky tit, squeezing. She was firmer than my mom's breasts. I fondled them both, loving them both. My balls ached, my cum boiling in them as the bed creaked. Mary's muffled gasps echoed as I squeezed her nipple, making her squirm.

"Mark," she gasped.

"Such a good husband," my mom moaned, her fingers scratching at my muscular chest as she bounced on me faster, "making sure your wife is being pleasured."

"Such a good husband," giggled Antsy.

Antsy looked at me over my wife's crotch, her face pressed into my wife's pussy. My sister gave me a naughty wink before she dived back into devouring Mary's cunt. My wife shuddered, groaning into Via's snatch as Antsy's feasted with gust. My little sister looked like she was in heaven. I knew just what she tasted: eating Mary's pussy was one of my favorite things in the world.

I grinned back at my sister, my hand squeezing my wife's tit. Her nipple throbbed beneath my hand. I groaned, pleasure racing down my shaft as my mom's pussy slid up and down my cock. Her incestuous flesh felt so amazing on me.

"Oh, Mark, your cock is stirring me up!" moaned Mom. "And your fingers, Betty!"

Betty giggled, then licked my mom's ear. "Why don't you cum then, Sandy! Cum all over your son's big cock!"

"Yes," I groaned, my balls aching, my hand tightening on Mary's breast.
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