Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

My mom's hips pumped faster and faster, her breasts rising and falling beautifully in Betty's dark grip. "That sounds like a great idea! Mmm, just pinch my clit a little harder, love! Oh, that's it! Yes, yes! Oh, yes!"

Her cunt spasmed about my cock as she came, milking me. I released my wife's breast and laid back on the bed, pleasure coursing through me. She rode me hard, sliding that convulsing, incestuous sheath up and down my cock, the pleasure building and building.

I groaned as she moaned, trembling and bucking. She arched her back into her girlfriend's embrace. Her moans sang through the room. They were so beautiful. They made my dick throb so hard as I shivered beneath her.

"Just a little more, Mom," I groaned through clenched teeth. My entire body tensed as my orgasm approached.

Mom pumped her tight sheath up and down on my cock. She kept cumming, her juices flooding out of her, drenching my crotch, warming my balls. My back arched. My hands seized her hips, feeling her skin slide beneath my fingers.

And then I erupted. My cum shot into my mom. Into the very womb I came from. Incestuous delight roared through me. My orgasm was so powerful. I shuddered, squeezing her hips hard as she slammed her pussy down my dick, taking every inch.

Her spasming sheath milked my cock as she trembled over me. Betty nuzzled into her neck, sucking hard as my cock spurted over and over into my mom's cunt. The cum pumped out of me. The pleasure washed through my mind.

It was amazing.

"Mmm, he left you a lot, love," my mom purred to Betty as she rolled off me.

I groaned as her pussy popped off my still-hard cock. Dizzy delight burned through me as I watched my mom spread out on her back, her tits heaving. She was such a gorgeous, older woman. And her lover, who was my age, grinned as she moved into position.

Betty spread my mom's legs apart, licking her lips as she gazed at my mom's dripping pussy. "He sure did, Sandy. Just so much."

My cock ached as the dark girl buried herself between my mom's pale thighs, licking furiously at her messy cunt. She lapped my cum out of my mother's cunt. It was so hot. I grasped my dick, stroking the juicy shaft, savoring the sight.

"Oh, that is so hot," Via moaned, her voice so throaty. "Eat her son's cum out of her cunt, Betty."

"She is, Via," Mom groaned. Her back arched as she sighed in pleasure. "I love it when you eat me out, love!"

Betty lifted her head up, her lips sticky with my cum and my mom's cream, mixed together. "I love to eat you out."

"Fuck," I groaned, stroking my dick harder, watching as Betty buried her dark face back between my mother's thighs.

"If you're free, big bro, come fuck my pussy," Antsy said.

I glanced at my sister, still feasting on Mary's cunt, her hips wiggling with invitation. "Sure, Antsy."

"Fuck her hard, Mark," Mom moaned. "Your sister's got a hot cunt."

"You would know, Mom," giggled Antsy. "You raised me."

I grinned as I knelt behind my younger sister. There was barely enough room left on the bed for me, my feet hanging off the edge. But I didn't care. I had a hot sister to fuck. She devoured my wife who thrashed, moaning into Via's pussy.

"Fuck her," Via moaned, squeezing her pillowy tits. "She was so scared for you and needs comforting."

"Was not," Antsy objected as she wiggled her hips. "But I would love to be comforted by your cock!"

I smiled as I stared at my little sister's pussy. She had a shaved cunt dripping with her juices. She liked being a brat. And I liked fucking her. I rubbed my cock along her slit, delighting in the silky-soft feel of her skin.

I pressed just the tip of my cock into her folds, feeling her sucking heat. Her ass clenched as she wiggled her hips more, letting out a frustrated moan. I slid up and down her slit, nudging her clit. Tingles raced up my cock.

"Don't tease me," Antsy moaned. "Fuck me!" She wiggled her hips. "I need it so bad!"

"You're such a slut," Via gasped, kneading her huge breasts as she writhed on my wife's face.

"You would know," Antsy fondly replied, then buried her face back into Mary's tasty snatch.

I took pity on my little sister. I buried my cock deep into her cunt.

She was a lot tighter than Mom. Mom had a great cunt, but it was hard to compete with Antsy's near virginal tightness.

And her enthusiasm.

Antsy pumped her hips back hard as I fucked her. She moaned her delight into Mary's pussy. Her hips wiggled and undulated, stirring my dick through her incestuous depths. I groaned, sliding in and out of her depths, loving how amazing she felt on my cock. How she made me ache and groan. I gripped her hips, plowing harder, deeper, ramming my cock into her steamy depths.

She bucked and moaned and gasped. Her ass smacked into my groin, jiggling as I pounded her cunt. My balls thwacked into her clit. She shuddered, clenching her pussy on my dick as she savored my cock pumping away.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's how you fuck your little sister," she howled into my wife's pussy. "You pound her hard."

"You do," moaned Via. Then she shuddered. "Oh, Mary, yes! Eat me."

I had a great view of my wife's lips and tongue as she ate out Via's shaved pussy. She had her arms wrapped around Via's thighs, gripping her ass. Via ground her pussy onto Mary's face. She grinned at me and hefted her heavy left breast, sucking on her own nipple.

"That's hot," I groaned as Via swirled her tongue around her hard nipple.

"Not as hot as your wife's tongue in my twat!" Via purred. "She's driving me wild! I'm gonna flood her lips!"

"Cum on her face," I urged.

"Do it," Mom moaned, humping into Betty's lapping tongue.

Via shuddered, her huge tits heaving, a soft moan escaping her lips. She thrashed. It was so hot to watch, adding a spice of delight to plowing my little sister's cunt. My dick ached and throbbed in her silky depths. Via shivered, her body spasming more and more, her eyes rolling back into her head.

"Yes!" she hissed. "Oh, my god, yes! You're soooooo good, Mary."

"As good as me?" panted Antsy, bucking back into my cock.

"Oh, she's different," Via groaned. "You're both wonderful."

"Liar," Antsy groaned as her girlfriend rolled off my wife, stretching out on her bed.

Mary licked her lips and gripped Antsy's black hair. "Make me cum!" she hissed. "I need it so bad! Stop talking and lick."

"Yes," I groaned, smacking Antsy's ass, her cunt tightening on my thrusting dick. "Stop being a brat and make my wife cum."

"Yes, big bro," she moaned and buried her face into my wife's pussy.

My wife groaned, shuddering as my sister lapped at her. Via rolled onto her stomach, kissed down Mary's belly, and licked at her clit while Antsy went lower, tongue-fucking my wife's back. Mary's back arched in pleasure and her eyelids fluttered under the dual assault.

"Holy shit!" gasped my wife, her face stained with Via's pussy juices. "You fucking sluts are driving me nuts! Oh, yes! Lick that clit! Mmm, yes, yes! Fucking yes!" Her body went wild with spasms as a massive orgasm rolled through her body.

While I watched Mary's firm breasts sway as she came, I felt my sister's cunt clamping down on my cock. Her velvety snatch massaged my dick as she came. I pounded harder at my sister's spasming pussy, my balls tightening.

I slapped her ass. "What a slutty little sister," I groaned. "Cumming on your brother's cock."

"Hell yeah! Your cock is amazing, big bro." Antsy pumped her hips hard. "Why don't you hurry up and cum inside my pussy!"

My mom groaned throatily, and I glanced over to see her squeezing her nipples hard as Betty feasted on her pussy. "Oh yes, love! Oh yes! Here it comes!" Mom's entire body tensed, and Betty glued her lips to my mom's cunt to catch every tasty drop of her juices. "Drink it!"

Mary smiled at my mom. "Good one?"

"Always with Betty," Mom answered. "She's the best."

A loving sigh escaped Betty's lips as she gazed adoringly up at my mom. "I love you, Sandy."

Mom caressed her sticky cheeks. "I'm so happy we found each other."

Betty climbed up my mom's body, dark breasts dragging across pale tits. Ivory and ebony became one as they passionately kissed. My balls tensed at the hot sight. I thrust so hard into my sister, my orgasm building, swelling.

Mary Glassner

I stroked Via's ass as she nuzzled at my stomach, kissing as I came down from my orgasm. Mark loomed over us both, plowing his sister hard. "Via, do you still drink piss like I taught you?"

"Mmm, I love it," Via purred.

A smile broke across my lips. "I remember peeing in your mouth in that bathroom at the club."

"And on the dance floor," Via laughed wickedly.

I burned at that memory of going clubbing with Diane. I hadn't seen my friend in... a while. Things had been so crazy. I should get together with her. I savored the memory as I moved off the bed and stood before it, Mark's eyes following me as he fucked his little sister, his balls thwacking into her flesh.

I shivered. Everyone watched me. And my bladder was so full. "Why don't you come here and have some more?"

Via didn't need to be told twice. The pee slut rushed towards me and fell to her knees, her big tits bouncing. She opened her mouth wide beneath my pussy. But she didn't latch on to my urethra or cover my cunt. She wanted everyone to see the pee arc into her mouth.

What a pee slut.

I relaxed my bladder. I shivered as the golden stream hissed out of my pussy and splashed into Via's open lips. It was so hot watching my piss land in her mouth, filling her up with the yellow fluid before she swallowed. My piss splashed on her lips when she did that, running in rivulets down her body.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Antsy screamed, cumming again. "Love watching you drink pee!"

"Jesus," Mark groaned, hammering his sister's pussy.

I swayed, drunk on the pleasure as I forced out more and more pee. It tingled as it rushed out of me, splashing into Via's again open mouth. I shuddered, smelling the salty urine. My pussy clenched. It was so hot knowing I defiled her mouth.

And then my stream slowed, and only a few dribbles fell out. I groaned as Via leaned in, nuzzling at my pussy lips, lapping up any clinging drops of piss. I closed my eyes, savoring this joy. I loved peeing in a slut's mouth.

When she finished, Via licked her lips clean, then asked, "Anyone else need to pee?"

"I do," Betty giggled.

My mother-in-law's mocha lover stood up and Via crawled to her. I had the perfect view, Betty in profile. I fingered my pussy as her mocha ass, round and firm, clenched. Then she sighed as her piss streamed into Via's hungry lips.

The slut shuddered as the pee splashed into her mouth. This time, she let it overflow her lips. The urine ran yellow down her chin. The rivulet snaked between her huge mounds, vanishing out of sight.

"Fuck!" Mark howled, slamming into his sister.

My husband flooded my sister-in-law's cunt as my pussy clenched on my plunging fingers. Betty let out an orgasmic sigh as she finished peeing into Via's mouth. The pee slut shuddered, closing her mouth and noisily swallowing. Then she opened it, proving she had swallowed every drop.

I kept fingering myself as Via leaned in, licking at Betty's pussy. The Black girl shuddered in delight, her smaller breasts jiggling. My mother-in-law let out a purring moan, fingering herself on the bed. Mark stretched out beside her, leaving his little sister dripping with his snatch.

Antsy had a huge grin on her face. I ground the heel of my hand against my clit as I watched her crawl off the bed and pad towards her girlfriend. My sister-in-law fingered her messy cunt, loving her brother's jizz dripping out of her.

"You made a mess, Via. Let me clean you up."

"Yes," I hissed, my pussy clenching as I watched my sister-in-law lean in and nuzzle between Via's breasts.

She lapped up Betty's spilled piss, fingering her own sloppy cunt as she worked. My fingers plunged faster and faster as her tongue lapped higher. Her face emerged from between Via's tits, her tongue know gathering the spilled urine decorating the pee slut's neck.

And then she went higher, burying her face between Betty's butt-cheeks.

"Antsy," the mocha-skinned girl moaned, her head throwing back as she was pleasured from both sides.

"Damn," Mark groaned, snuggling up against his mom.

They shared a gentle, loving kiss. I shuddered, an orgasm bursting through my body. I groaned, the pleasure rushing through me as I added my moans to Betty's sweet sighs. The girl trembled, gripping the pee slut's hair as she writhed. My orgasm wasn't hard. It was fast and delightful, a wonderful tingle that had me floating.

I drifted to the bed and slid against Marks' free side, cuddling up against him. It was so naughty sharing my husband with his mother. I grinned at Sandy. She grinned back. Then we leaned over and kissed.

Mark groaned.

I giggled, breaking the kiss, and snuggled against him, my head resting on his chest. Sandy joined me. Mark's arm tightened about us both. I trembled in his embrace, watching Betty writhe in passion, so glad I could share the joy of our reunion with Mark and his family.

"Love you Mare," he said, kissing my forehead. "And I love you, Mom." He kissed her forehead, too.

"Love you," I said, suddenly so sleepy.

Fatigue crashed into me. I had a long day, a long weekend. We both did. The nap I had earlier wasn't enough as sleep pulled at me. I closed my and drifted off to sleep with Betty's moans of pleasure filling my ears.

As the World fell more and more under the Tyrants' sway, a document appeared online. Published autonomously, the Patriots' Manifesto declared war upon the newly birthed Theocracy.

--excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

We couldn't get into our room. Leah's keycard was in her terrycloth robe that was now riding around in the elevator. That didn't stop her from continuing our passion. She pushed me down to my knees in the hotel hallway before joining me. She grabbed Jacob's cock and guided him to my lips.

I engulfed him, sucking. He tasted amazing, spicy and tart from Leah's pussy.

"Don't hog him," Leah giggled after a minute, pushing me off and sucking our husband's cock into her mouth. She deep-throated Jacob without issue, her lips bulging around his girth.

I nuzzled at our husband's hairy balls, sucking the salty orbs into my lips as Leah bobbed up and down on his shaft. Jacob's wonderful, manly musk filled my nostrils: sour sweat, salt, and cum. He groaned, savoring her sloppy, gurgling blowjob.

Leah really put her all into it.

She popped her mouth off his dick after a few more bobs. She kissed down the shaft and sucked his other ball into her lips. Our smooth cheeks rubbed together, our lips briefly touching. I shivered, feeling so connected to her. Together, we licked slowly up his throbbing shaft, exploring his head with our tongues. Our lips met, and we kissed each other around his cock.

"Oh, Gods!" Jacob moaned. "That's so hot!"

Hot spunk splashed on our faces, salty and warm, running thickly down my cheeks. I loved the feel of it splattering our faces as our tongues kissed. I felt so wonderfully naughty. Sharing our husband and our triune love.

I broke the kiss after a moment, licking my lips. I couldn't help smiling at my wife. But there was something in her eyes, something... haunted.

"Nothing's prettier than a slut covered in cum," Leah purred. She then licked a line of cum up my cheek to my forehead.

"Leah, we should talk ab--" I tried to say before she shoved a cum-covered tongue into my mouth.

Jacob's cock, still hard, brushed our cheeks, smearing more jizz on our faces. I pulled back from the kiss. "Leah! We need to--"

"Jacob, did you take one of Sam's pills?" Leah asked slyly, ignoring me. The first thing the hermaphroditic Vizier invented was magical Viagra. A man, or Sam with her girl-dick, could achieve the level of stamina that our God possessed for a few hours.

"I did," Jacob admitted. "I was so excited to see you. I wanted to be ready to please both of my women."

Leah giggled. "I know just the place for this cock." She paused, stroking his cock, a dramatic smile on her face. "In my ass!"

"Absolutely!" our husband agreed.

Leah fluttered her hazel eyes at me. "Be a good slut and eat my ass out. Get me nice and wet, will you?"

As I opened my mouth to object, the elevators doors opened. With a giggle, cum dripping from her face, Leah dashed in and reclaimed her keycard. She held it up triumphantly, racing back. And before I knew what was happening, I was dragged into our unlocked suite and found my face buried between Leah's soft butt-cheeks, tonguing away at her sour asshole.

If I was a stronger woman, who could actually control her desires, I wouldn't be swirling my tongue inside her bowels. Instead, I would force Leah to talk to me. But she tasted so wonderful. That delicious, sour musk lingered in my mouth. I rimmed her again, my tongue swirling around her puckered sphincter, before I wiggled it back into her asshole.

"Oh, that's a good slut," Leah purred.

Why couldn't I have more self-control?

But her ass was so tasty. And then Jacob's cock was fucking my pussy from behind, stirring my passions into a frothy mess. His balls thwacked into my clit as he pumped into me. I groaned into my wife's asshole, pleasure racing through me.

And crashing into my concern. Leah was hurting, hiding behind her party-girl slut act and pretending to be a blonde again--I needed to find out why.

But I couldn't stop. I promised myself to talk to her just as soon as Jacob made me cum. His cock felt too amazing in my cunt to stop now, the friction burning hot.

I wiggled my hips as I tongued Leah's tight asshole, moaning the entire time as Jacob's dick stirred my snatch. His vigorous strokes churned a storm of passion inside me. Electricity crackled through me every time his balls slapped into my clit.

It was so wild. I felt so naughty, so slutty. That cock churned through me. It pumped over and over as my tongue fucked in and out of Leah's sour ass. My hands gripped her butt-cheeks, my hips rocking back into our husband's passionate thrusts. I churned my tongue through her asshole, savoring her sour musk.

"Eat my ass, slut!" Leah grunted. "You dirty whore, put that mouth of yours to work! Mmm, you don't care how filthy it is! You just want to get me off! Make me cum! I'm a nasty whore! I love your tongue wiggling inside my asshole! Yes, yes! I love it! I'm a filthy, nasty whore!"

Her asscheeks clenched against my face as her passion shuddered through her, reducing her to wordless moans. The storm inside me--spurred by her words, her passion--crashed against the levy holding back my orgasm.

Rapture flooded my body with intense, agonizing pleasure. I collapsed on the bed. Orgasm after orgasm surged through me--the levy was gone and nothing was left to hold my rapture back. My pussy writhed about Jacob's cock, milking that shaft as he kept plunging it into me.

"Yes, yes, yes," I shouted, trembling as the orgasm shuddered through me.

They kept assaulting my mind with rapture. My husband's cock churned my entire body into a froth of ecstasy. The pleasure crashed down onto me, a heavy weight smothering my mind in bliss and leaving me insensible.

I drifted in rapture.

"Fuck my dirty ass!" Leah moaned when I came back to my senses.

Cum dribbled out of my pussy. I had blacked out for a few minutes, cumming so hard. The bed squeaked as Jacob pounded his cock into Leah's asshole. They were lying on their sides, Jacob pressed against her back, and his hands had reached around her body to grope her heavy tits.

I watched in fascination as his hard shaft disappeared between her round cheeks, his balls smacking over and over into her taint. I shivered, my pussy clenching, the cum trickling down my thighs. He had fucked me so hard.

And now he was fucking our wife just as hard.

"Fuck my whorish ass!" Lean moaned. "Make me cum! Use me! Cum in me! I'm your dirty slut!"

"Yes you are!" moaned Jacob, thrusting harder. "I love your filthy ass, Leah."

"Fuck me! Fuck me! It's what I was made for! It's all I'm good for! Let my tight ass make you cum hard, babe!"

It's all I'm good for!

Her words shook me out of my reverie. I looked into her hazel eyes, past the lust and passion, to the disgust, the revulsion, lurking in the depths of her soul. I flinched away, horror curdling through me, souring all the rapture still buzzing through my body.

What had happened to her? What had she done to make herself feel so worthless? To hate herself so much?

What had that bastard Brandon done to my beautiful wife?

"Fucking slut!" Jacob moaned.

"She's not a slut!" I shouted, springing into motion and slapping Jacob's shoulder. "She's your wife!"

Jacob stopped fucking her, staring hurt at me. "I was just... Of course she's not a slut. We're just roleplaying, right?"

"No," I told him, stroking Leah's face. "Oh, Gods, you're not a filthy slut, Leah. You're a beautiful woman, and we love you so much."

The disgust buried in her eyes twisted across her face. "No I'm not! Now keep fucking me, Jacob! Make me cum! Spill your seed in me and then toss me aside." Tears were brimming in her eyes. "It's all I'm good for."

"I would never toss you aside," Jacob said softly before kissing her cheek. "I love you. We love you."

"That's because you don't know what I did!" Bitter anger marred her features.

"Nothing you could do would make me love you less," Jacob stated firmly.

"We love you with all our hearts, Leah," I nodded, stroking her face. I lay down beside her, staring into her eyes. "Forever."

She flinched and a ragged sob escaped her lips. "You don't get it! I'm a terrible person!"

"No you are not!" I hissed.

"I fucked a lot of soldiers," she said, her lips twisting bitterly. "I let them use my body. I begged them for it. It's all I'm good for! All I can do is satisfy men with my mouth, my cunt, and my ass! So keep fucking me!"

"No," Jacob said, pulling away from her. "I'll make love to you, but I won't fuck you."

I never loved my husband more. Then my stomach twisted as I asked, "Did they... Ra*e you?"

"No. I wanted them to do it! I would have gladly been their whore!" She was sobbing, shaking, fear dilating her eyes until they were black pools. "Anything to escape Molech."

Molech?

"That's from the Tanakh," Jacob said. "He was a god, I think. One of the pagan ones."

"He's real," Leah whimpered. "He would walk out and choose one of us for his... pleasure." She seemed to shrink, transforming into a scared little girl. "They would just scream as he dragged them off. Just scream and scream and scream, and then Molech would come back and choose again." Her eyes became pleading, fixing on mine. "I had to whore myself out. It got me away from him for a short time! He couldn't choose me if I was fucking the soldiers! I would have done anything to get away from that monster!"

Oh, Gods, My poor, beautiful wife. My heart broke, and my own tears came. Jacob looked stunned, horrified.

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I broke my marriage vows. I was a dirty, filthy whore!"

Jacob and I hugged her, sandwiching her between us. We held our trembling wife between us, stroking her gently. "You didn't cheat on us," Jacob whispered. "You did what you had to do. You survived. You were strong and you fought to get back to us. I'm so proud of you."

"Really?" her voice croaked like a little girl's.

"Yes, Leah," I told her, smoothing her face. "We love you, and we're so happy to have you back. It's not cheating if your choice was between fucking a few soldiers or death. You're not a dirty, filthy whore. You are a strong, beautiful woman. You are our wife."

"You don't hate me?"

"How could we ever hate you?" I kissed her cheek. "Jacob and I love you with all our hearts."

Leah sobbed between us, clinging to me like a helpless little girl, her tears hot on my neck. Jacob's arms were wrapped around the both of us, his lips gently kissing at the nape of her neck. Leah poured her terror, shame, disgust, and her self-loathing into my neck while I gently stroked her brown hair.

"It's over, baby," I cooed. "It's all over."

"I'm... not... dirty?" she sobbed, her words punctuated by hiccups.

Jacob cupped her chin, turning her head, and kissed her gently on the lips. I joined them, our lips and tongues tangled with each other. The kiss was pure as fresh snow. A loving melding of three people, three souls. It was wonderful. We shared our love, our kiss so salty with our joy.

A smile broached Leah's face when she broke her kiss. She was beautiful despite being tear-stained and blotchy. A giggle burst from her lips. "Jacob's been hard this entire time."

"Sorry," Jacob muttered. "It's the... uh... pill."

"I bet you're so hard it hurts," Leah purred.

"That's not important," he dismissed.

Leah wiggled her hips, his cock must be pressed against her ass. "Why don't you slip that wonderful shaft back into my hot ass and make love to me?"

"Gladly."

Jacob's grin was broad, which made me chortle. "You're such a guy, Jacob. Always thinking with your cock."

"But it's such a wonderful cock," Leah giggled. "And it...oh yes...feels so amazing inside me."

"Well, you do have a point," I pretended to consider. "It does feel amazing in my pussy."

Leah raised on an eyebrow. "Only your pussy?"

"It feels amazing in all my holes!" I declared.

Leah stroked my face, and grasped a strand of my hair, twirling it about her finger. She tugged it, bringing my face closer, so she could give me a kiss full of passion and tongue. Her hands reached behind me and squeezed my ass, pulling our pussies tight against each other's thighs.

She moaned into my lips. Her cunt shoved against my thigh as Jacob thrust his cock into her ass. I savored the slide of my wet flesh against hers, how delicious it was. How it made me tremble and moan to feel my wife's skin beneath my pussy, her dripping snatch rubbing on mine. Pleasure raced through my body.

"Oh, Gods," Jacob groaned. "Sweet Mary's pussy, that's a beautiful feeling."

Jacob's every slow stroke pressed our flesh together. Her cunt was wet, juicy with passion, and her clit was hard with throbbing arousal. Her hands kneaded my ass as I worked my hips, finding a rhythm with his thrusts. Together, we made wonderful love to our wife.

I moaned into our kiss, our tongues dueling. My hand slid from her thigh, brushing her plump ass cheeks, and up her side, groping her pillowy tit, before repeating the journey. Jacob's hand found mine, and we roamed her body together.

My clit ached and throbbed. The pleasure built in my depths as my juices coated her skin. My nipples throbbed as they kissed hers. Delicious tingles ran through me as she shuddered against me, savoring Jacob's cock reaming her asshole and my thigh caressing her pussy.

The pleasure rippled through me. I broke the kiss, moaning, "My beautiful wife! My pussy's on fire for you."

"Are you going to cum?" Leah asked me.

I humped harder against her. "Yes!" I hissed.

I was climbing that peak, nearing my glorious release. Every thrust of my hips and juicy rub of my cunt on her silken thigh propelled me higher and higher up the orgasm mountain. My clit sparked rapture against her flesh. My nipples throbbed against her pillowy tits.

"Cum for me, my love," Leah purred. "Oh, Gods, your thigh's driving me wild!"

"What about me?" Jacob asked.

Leah giggled, "Your cock's stirring my ass up. By Mary's tits, I'm going to explode!" Her eyes widened. "Yes!"

She shrieked wildly, her body bucking between Jacob and me. Hot juices gushed over my thigh as she came. I shuddered, her leg pressing so hard against my pussy. My clit ached and throbbed, the passion building.

"Fuck!" Jacob moaned. "Your ass is so tight, Leah! Oh, Gods, it's squeezing my cock!"

"Yes, yes, cum in my ass!" Leah moaned, her orgasm still crashing through her. "Pour that wonderful love into me! Mark's huge dick, yes!"

I shuddered, sliding my clit up her thigh lubed by my fragrant juices. I reached the summit, and climaxed. I gasped and panted. Leah's face nuzzled my neck as I writhed against her sleek body. The gentle waves of delight washed through me. They left me trembling. It wasn't the wild cum of earlier, but something far more loving.

More beautiful.

The pleasure peaked and then it retreated. I collapsed into a breathless heap. Leah cuddled against me and Jacob hugged both of us. I enjoyed the feel of my wife's body pressed against me, her musk filling my nose.

"You two are the best," Leah muttered, a smile on her face.

I gently kissed her lips. "You're not that bad yourself, cutie."

Leah shifted, looking over her shoulder at Jacob. "Are you still hard?"

"Of course," he smiled, "I have two sexy women in bed with me."

"Maybe I should do something about that," I said archly.

"What did you have in mind?" Leah asked.

"He hasn't fucked my ass yet. Can you get me ready?"

"I'd love to." Leah moved, spreading my cheeks, and licked through my crack.

I closed my eyes, enjoying my wife's tongue, knowing she was back where she belonged--with Jacob and me. This weekend taught me just how fragile life, how fragile happiness, could be. So you should seize any opportunity for happiness and life that you could.

I planned on seizing plenty of both tonight with my two loves!

Luka - Seattle, WA

"Luka, follow me," Lana said peremptorily as I lay snuggled up to Mona, my birth mother. We were in the heart of the warehouse, my fellow monstrous sisters and their human mothers around us.

Mom's blood was salty on my lips as I nursed gently from the small punctures my teeth had left on her breasts. She shook in ecstasy from my bite, her hands stroking my fiery-red hair as she fed me. Her blood was delicious, salty, life. I could feel that she was close to cumming, her moans soft, passionate.

So I resented Lana's intrusion.

"Why," I demanded, regretfully pulling my lips from Mom's delicious flesh. I could only feed off her once a week. More often would be too dangerous for her. As an Alukah, I needed blood to survive, and Mom offered herself. Such a loving, intimate gift.

"Our Goddess wants you," Lana answered, furrowing her eyes.

I perked up. My True Mother needed me. Joy blossomed inside me. All the children of Lilith, myself included, had been so jealous of Di and Emi when they had been chosen for their special mission. I was secretly delighted to hear that they had died today, even if it meant he lived.

The more of my siblings that perished, the less competition there was for Mother's love.

I followed the curvy blonde to Mother's office. I could see the blood pumping beneath Lana's skin. Warm, delicious blood flowing through a beautiful spiderweb of arteries, capillaries, and veins. She positively glowed with life. It especially pooled in her womb where her daughter grew. I wondered what Lana's blood tasted like. I only ever got to taste my birth mother's blood. Lana smelled different, spicier than Mom, and I bet her blood would have a zesty flavor.

I could take just a little nip. Her neck was so inviting. I sighed. No, I couldn't touch her. As much as I hated Lana--she thought she was so much better than me--she had Mother's favor. She was untouchable... for now.

I knelt when I entered my True Mother's glorious presence, gazing up at her with awe and love. Mother was perfect, and her beauty always made me feel lacking. Her flesh was flawless, and her blood pumped divinely through perfectly shaped blood vessels that painted a glorious picture of life and power beneath her skin.

One day I hoped that she would let me taste her divine blood.

If I served her faithfully, I knew I would.

"Your humble daughter is here to serve, Mother," I said, shuddering as she smiled at me.

Mother waved her hand and the image of a woman appeared. She was young, early twenties, with olive skin and a round face. Her eyes were dark, almond-shaped, revealing a Far East Asian origin. She had a serious look, almost a scholarly air about her. And it wasn't just her appearance Mother had conjured--I could smell her. The salty flavor of her blood, the sour musk of her sweat, and the spicy tang of her sex all combined to give the woman a unique odor.

I looked questioningly at Mother.

"Samnag Soun," Mother answered. "Vizier to him." There was only one "him." The despicable Mark Glassner. "She is traveling to southern France, to a small town called Rennes-le-Château. Kill her."

I licked my lips. "I am the instrument of your will, Mother."

She bent down and kissed me on the lips. Pleasure exploded in my pussy.

I gasped and shuddered as the most intense, amazing orgasm burst through my body, leaving me nothing more than a twitching ball of sensation whipped by the winds of lust scouring my soul. Stars danced through my eyes. Juices gushed out of my pussy, staining my thighs. I heaved and bucked.

For a moment, I was only rapture.

When I regained my senses, I was lying on the floor. I picked myself up. Mother was reading over some papers. Lana and Chantelle--obviously caught up in Mother's Lust, too--writhed in an embrace on the carpets, licking each other's pussies.

Sensing I was dismissed, I withdrew quietly.

My birth mother Mona waited outside the office. "Did she...?"

"She gave me a mission, Mom."

Mom groaned and hugged me. "You're going to do so well," she said, rocking me, our naked flesh pressed together. "You're going to be amazing."

"Thanks, Mom," I smiled, holding her.

Together, we walked up to the roof of the warehouse, holding each other's hands. I was so glad she was my mom. That my True Mother had planted me in Mona's belly. She was so wonderful. So caring. I could tell just how proud she was of me.

It was chilly on the roof. Mother shivered, her naked flesh prickling with goosebumps. But that didn't stop her from throwing her arms about my neck and kissing me hard on the lips. I groaned, savoring our kiss, holding my mother tight.

"I love you, Luka," she said when she broke our embrace.

"I love you too, Mom," I told her as my red hair fanned out, forming into the wings that would carry me through the night sky.

Carrying me to my prey.

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013 - Noel Heinrich - Philadelphia, PA

"It's almost dawn, Noel," Wyatt Kirby said, shaking my leg.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I came awake. I could not believe I had fallen asleep. I sat up, stretched, and made sure my sandy-blonde hair was still tied up in a bun. I had to adjust my shoulder holster, the butt of my gun digging into my side.

"How many arrived?" I asked him.

"Thirty-four," Wyatt answered. "They're in the backyard."

I followed him through his spacious home. He had been my mentor when I went through the FBI Academy at Quantico. Shortly after I graduated, he retired from the FBI and founded his own private security business. He had done quite well for himself. When Mark Glassner freed me from his control, I sought him out and told him everything that had happened to me.

He agreed to help me stop him. To help me avenge her death.

Chasity's beauty danced through my thoughts. Such bitter regret burned in me. I should have told her I loved her. Why didn't I? She had died the next day while I was spying for Mark at the FBI field office in Tacoma. I wasn't there to help her fight off the Nuns' attack.

She had died that bastard's slave!

I shook my head as I followed Wyatt. For the last few months, we had quietly talked to those in the law enforcement and intelligence fields who viewed Mark Glassner with growing trepidation. And this weekend, all our fears were finally realized. First, this Brandon Fitzsimmons dramatically took control of Tacoma and declared himself God, and then our President was more than happy to surrender the Country to him.

Yesterday, Mark defeated Brandon and was doing the exact same thing.

He had to be stopped. It must have convinced everyone that my plan was the way. I found the answers on the internet. The Magicks of the Witch of Endor held all the solutions to the problem of Mark Glassner.

It was all over the internet in paranormal chat rooms and forums.

Standing in clumps around Wyatt's backyard were the tense men and women, the last patriots. In the center, a fire roared, and a hunk of beef waited to be sacrificed. My stomach fluttered as they all stared at me, flint in their eyes.

"For those who do not know me, I am Special Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI!" I was surprised that my voice didn't quake with fear. "For two weeks, I was Mark Glassner's slave! The stories about him are true: He can control you with the simplest of commands! No gas. No chemicals. All he has to do is speak, and you will obey."

"How?" someone in the crowd shouted.

"He sold his soul to the Devil," I answered. I could hear the disbelief in their laughter. "You saw the events of this weekend in Tacoma. Mark Glassner's feud with Brandon Fitzsimmons has left hundreds of US Citizens dead. An entire Army Corp has deserted and sworn allegiance to him. 10,000 or more men. Even the President has kowtowed to him without a fight.

"How else do you think he did this?"

No one had an answer. They shifted. I could feel their unease, almost taste it in the predawn air. It tasted bitter.

"Mark Glassner is the greatest threat to Liberty the world has ever known!" I continued. "Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independence in this very city, said, 'The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.' Our patriotic blood and his tyrannic blood!"

They nodded their heads, women and men all grim-faced.

"How can we fight him?" a woman asked. "If he can just make us do what he wants?"

Determination faded as hope died.

I fixed my gaze on each of them, firm and resolute. "The same way our Founding Fathers defeated the might of the British--by using every single thing at our disposal. I know how Mark got his powers! His secret is out on the internet! We just have to have the strength to do what is necessary to defeat him! We have to fight fire with fire!

"We have to make our own Pact with the Devil!"​