Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

General Olmos's assassination of Governor Holt, and the subsequent massacre of the Governor of Texas's supporters, was the first of many atrocities committed by the Tyrants. The fact that the Tyrants had General Olmos hung does not exculpate them for the heinous act the General had committed in their names. For all we know, they ordered the massacre, and placed the blame solely on General Olmos to maintain their benevolent appearance to the masses. Either way, the outcome benefited the Tyrants: the Governors of New Hampshire, Florida, North Dakota, Maryland, and Alaska capitulated to the nascent Theocracy the next day, ending the last governmental resistance in the United States.

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

Thursday, November 7th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Omaha, NE

Every Thursday, Mary and I traveled to a random children's hospital in America and spent the day healing all the children stricken with terminal diseases we could. It was the most rewarding thing in the world. All the credit goes to Mary for the idea.

I entered the next sick child's room and paused to study him. The little boy looked so pale as he lay on his tiny hospital bed, festooned with wires monitoring his vitals. He was young, maybe only four, and dying of a rare form of leukemia known as JMML. It was an acronym for a bunch of words I couldn't pronounce. A beautiful woman in her late thirties sat beside his bed, clutching his tiny hand. Her eyes lit up with joy when she saw me enter the room with my bodyguards.

My bodyguards were ever-present. A month since the Patriot's first assassination attempt in Washington D.C. forced Mary and me to have a constant guard. Those Warlock bastards were relentless and cunning, finding new spells and magics to unleash upon us.

"My Lord," the child's mother gasped, falling to her knees, worship filling her voice. "Thank you for your generosity!"

I bent down, cupping her chin and lifting her gaze to mine. Her lower lip quivered. Her face shone with hope and, even without make-up, her dusky features were beautiful. She was middle-eastern, a desert rose, and my cock stirred at the sight of her on her knees. You could always count on a grateful mother to relieve tension.

"What is his name?" I asked, rising and walking to her son's bed.

"Abbas," she answered. "After his father, he..." She teared up with grief.

"It's okay," I nodded. I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "A beautiful woman like you shouldn't be crying," I ordered her.

"Yes, my Lord," she said, her smile brightening her face, the last tear trickling down her cheek.

"What's your name?"

"Shabnab. But everyone calls me Shay." She wiped at her tears.

"Your son shall be cured."

With one hand, I held hers, and with the other, her son's. I concentrated on the boy being well, on his disease being eradicated, and commanded, "Tsariy!"

The energy surged out of me. Scarlet light engulfed her son. The woman tensed, clenching my hand hard as more and more power drained out of me. But I had huge reserves to tap. I could draw on the life force of every person bound to me by the Zimmah spell.

And they numbered in the hundreds.

Not even a minute later, the light faded. Already, color had returned to her little boy's cheeks. He opened his eyes. For a moment, they flicked around, unfocused. But then he saw his mother. Childish delight crossed his lips.

"Maman!" the boy exclaimed, sitting up, smiling, and bouncing on his bed.

Healing anyone, especially children, spreads rewarding warmth through me.

Shay hugged her son, speaking to him in a rapid, musical language--Arabic or Farsi, I guessed. She kissed him over and over. After a moment, the boy tried to wiggle away from her, embarrassed by her affection. She let him go with the reluctance of all mothers.

She turned to me, beaming, "Thank you, my Lord!"

I grabbed her hand and led her toward the bathroom. She didn't fight, but just stared at me in confusion.

"What, my Lord?"

"You wanted to thank me," I told her. "51 will watch your son."

She flushed and shivered, realizing what I meant. "Of course, my Lord."

"I will keep him company," 51 said. The Black woman headed to the bed, a big smile on her lips.

51 was my chief bodyguard. She often protected me personally. Six weeks ago, we survived Brandon's attack together. She sat on the bed, giving the boy a hug and smiling like a mother to him. 51 had recently found out she was pregnant, and she and her husband were both excited by the news.

And I was looking forward to drinking her milk from those lovely, ebony breasts.

Inside the bathroom, I locked the door, gazing at Shay. "Strip."

"Yes, my Lord," she moaned. Even if I didn't have mind control powers, she believed me to be a god and yearned to satiate me.

She pulled off her frumpy sweater and the black t-shirt she wore underneath. She had a large pair of breasts that sagged a bit when she freed them from her bra. A pair of silver-dollar-sized areolas surrounded brown, fat nipples rising proudly from her tits. Her loose skirt came off, and then she peeled out of dark pantyhose and white panties. A bush as black as night and neatly trimmed surrounded her fat pussy lips. I could just see a hint of wet pink between her labia folds.

My cock throbbed to experience her juicy depths.

"Thank you so much," she breathed as I bent her over the sink, her pussy already wet.

She burned to please her god. I savored my power as I plunged into her.

I groaned, savoring the heat of her cunt, the juicy silk clinging to my dick. She lacked a young woman's tightness, but her pussy still had charm as I plunged my cock over and over into her depths. My balls smacked into her while she let out throaty moans, pressing back into me as I fucked her hard.

I admired the beauty of her back, her skin the color of dark cream. I traced down her spine, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick as she whimpered. I reached her ass, loving how her plump cheeks jiggled as I pounded her.

She looked over her shoulders at me and moaned wantonly, her face twisted with pleasure. I grinned at her, loving her passion. Friction burned around my cock, her motherly pussy bringing me closer and closer to my relief.

"My Lord!" she groaned again, her voice echoing in the bathroom.

"If you're that loud, your son will hear us," I cautioned her. But it pleased me that my cock elicited such passion from her.

She flushed and her cunt squeezed on my plunging cock.

"Yes, my Lord," she said softer. Then she bit her lip, stifling her moan as I pounded her like a jackhammer.

It made me want to fuck her faster and faster, to push her to her limits. I grunted, plowing into her, loving how she felt wrapped about my cock. Her hot silk clenched and relaxed, my balls swelling with the growing pressure of my impending orgasm.

In the mirror, I watched her large tits as they swayed and bounced before her. Her heavy, pillowy tits looking so inviting. I reached around her and squeezed her breasts, fingers from both hands sinking into her flesh, her skin so silky.

"My Lord," she groaned as my fingers found her nipples, massaging them.

I leaned over her, smelling a cinnamon spice wreathing her black hair. I squeezed her tits hard, groaning, "Fuck you are one hot MILF!"

"Thank you, my Lord," she gasped, her pussy clenching on my dick, her body shaking.

"You should fuck any young man that catches your eye!"

"I should," she gasped as my command sank into her soul, rewriting her mind. "I've been so lonely since Fereydoon died."

"You won't be fucking every hot, young stud you can. You're a MILF. Enjoy it!"

"Like you, my Lord?" she moaned. "You're so sexy! Such a stud!"

I groaned, squeezing her tits, massaging her soft, pliant flesh. I had to feel those tits on my face. She gasped in shock as I ripped my cock out of her pussy. But before she could question me, I spun her around, sitting her ass on the sink, and rammed my cock back into her pussy. I squeezed her tits, hefting them, and buried my face between her heavy melons.

I loved the feel of her pillowy breasts around my face. I rubbed my cheeks into them as I plowed her hot cunt. The spicy, cinnamon scent filled my nose as her snatch massaged my cock. Her hips writhed, grinding her clit into my groin every time I buried into her.

"My Lord," she gasped and then her pussy writhed about my cock.

She groaned through clenched teeth as her orgasm burned so hot through her. I squeezed her tits, reveling between them, as I plunged over and over into her spasming pussy. Her hot flesh bathed my cock in her slick cream.

The massaging pleasure rippled down my shaft and hit my balls. They boiled. The cum exploded out of me. I grunted into her tits as my cum fired over and over into her cunt. I buried to the depths in her, flooding her with every drop of seed I had.

Pleasure burned through my mind.

"My Lord, thank you!" she moaned. "Oh, thank you! You made me feel like a woman! You healed my son! What a loving God you are."

I lifted my face from her tits, her spasming pussy massaging out the last cum from my cock. I grinned at her. "My wife and I came to save the world. We love you all. Especially hot MILFs."

Tears brimmed in her dark eyes. "But you came and saved my son. There are so many other children and..."

"Your Gods love you," I told her. I kissed her briefly, tasting the salt of her tears. "Now clean up and go be with your son."

I pulled out of her zipped up. I swept out of the bathroom, letting her gather herself. 51 had her arm around the boy's shoulder while he played on his Nintendo DS, a big smile on his lips. Fucking his mother was just a bonus. I'd have healed him no matter what.

I swept out of the hospital room, and came upon quite the lovely sight.

"Well, this is nice," I grinned.

Mary Glassner

I trembled as my hands dug into Gillian's blonde hair, her tongue lathing my pussy. Her husband, Tom, had his whiskered cheeks pressed into my butt-crack, rimming my asshole with such hunger. I shuddered, squeezing my tits through my blouse as they worshiped me in the hospital's hallway.

I just healed their young daughter from the terminal brain cancer seeking to devour her life. I could indulge for a few minutes, get my pussy licked and asshole reamed by a pair of grateful parents. The bodyguards stood around me, warding off the hallway, backs facing me.

It was almost like I had privacy, not that I cared. I loved fucking in public.

"That's it," I moaned. "Tongue your Goddess. Make her cum so hard."

I knew I wasn't a goddess, but it was so easy to play the role. So seductive. Politicians got highs from crowds of adoring supporters cheering their names. What we got was even more intense. I bet only the Pope came close. People loved us. Worshiped us. We were gods to them, beings greater than they were.

And they showered us in passion.

"Thank you, my Lady," Gillian moaned, her eyes, just visible below the swell of my baby bump, staring up at me as she licked my waxed pussy. "You taste so divine."

"Yes," her husband groaned, his whiskers rasping on the inner slopes of my butt-cheeks as she plunged his tongue back into my asshole.

I shuddered, loving his tongue wiggling into my bowels. He swirled his organ around inside my asshole while his wife's tongue lapped through my folds. She brushed my clit on every lick, sending delight rippling through my body. My tits jiggled beneath my blouse.

April fingered her own cunt. She glanced at her girlfriend, Violet, but the schoolgirl slut just smiled back, ignoring the obvious invitation. I frowned at that, then gasped as Gillian's lips latched onto my clit, sucking so hard.

I groaned, my asshole clenching onto Tom's tongue as his wife sucked and nibbled on my clit. Pleasure surged through me. The pressure built and built in my pregnant pussy. I squirmed, grinding on both their tongues.

"Yes, that's how you worship a Goddess," I groaned. "Oh, yes, you're both going to make me cum! Tom, I'm going to shower your wife's mouth in my juices. Just bathe her in my divine cream. She's so eager for it."

"So eager," he groaned. "Bathe her, my Lady!"

Gillian sucked harder. Tom jammed his tongue deep into my bowels. I groaned, loving the swirling delight. He growled his pleasure, enjoying the taste of my ass. I squirmed, squeezing my nipples through my blouse.

"Cum on their faces, Mistress," Violet cheered, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders.

"Yes, Mistress," April moaned, her face twisting, bushy hair dancing as she shuddered. She frigged her pussy so hard as her orgasm exploded through her, juices flooding down her thighs. "Cum all over them!"

"Yes!" I hissed, my clit throbbing in Gillian's wicked mouth.

My orgasm rippled hot and fast through me. My cunt spasmed. My bowels writhed on Tom's tongue. Juices gushed out of me into Gillian's hungry mouth. The hot wife drank down my juices while her husband kept tonguing my asshole.

Rapture flooded my mind. I savored it, my brain drinking in the ecstasy. I trembled, shifting between the husband and wife as they devoured both my holes. And then, as quick as it struck me, my orgasm withdrew.

"That is enough," I moaned. "You have my blessing."

"Smeared all over her face," giggled Violet.

"Yes," I panted, stepping out from between the husband and wife. "Share in my blessing and then be with your daughter."

"Yes, my Lady!" they both moaned before kissing, sharing my fluids.

I shivered, smoothing down my skirt. "Who's next?"

"A young boy with a failing liver," Violet said, falling in beside me.

My body buzzing, I wondered how distracted Mark had gotten.

Xiu Liu

I leaned against the wall, my body writhing in the slutty nurse's outfit I wore for the day. My busty breasts swayed, thrust out the open top. I pulled on both my nipple piercings, stretching out my nubs until pain flared through me.

And crashed into the pleasure whipped up in my pussy by the real nurse who had her head buried beneath my miniskirt, her tongue vigorously lapping through my pussy.

"Master," I moaned as he grinned at me. "Nurse Karishma was very insistent on eating my pussy! I hope that's alright!"

His cock swelled in his pants. "More than alright, slut."

When Karishma, a raven-haired and dusky-skinned Indian--from actual India--beauty came up to me and begged to lick my pussy, I couldn't resist. Not with those dark eyes staring up at me. And she ate me so well.

"Master," I moaned as I came on her mouth, shuddering as her tongue lapped up my flooding cream.

I pulled so hard on my nipple piercings. The pain flared through me. I drank it in. Agony only made me cum harder. I spasmed, my eyes rolling back into my head as the rapture flooded through my petite body.

Ecstasy bathed my mind for several glorious heartbeats.

"Oh, wow," I purred, my orgasm fading.

Master pressed up against me. He nuzzled into my ear, whispering. "I think you should return the favor. Get down on your hands and knees and eat her ass out."

"You always have the best ideas, Master," I purred and then kissed him hard on the mouth while Nurse Karishma kept lapping at my cunt.

"I know," he groaned when he broke the kiss. "Now get to it, slut."

Nurse Karishma remained kneeling on the ground as I dropped behind her. I pulled the nurse's lilac scrubs down her round ass. She wore no panties. I grinned at her shaved pussy, juices glistening on her vulva. Dusky-red flesh surrounded a pink gash.

As inviting as that pussy was, Master gave me orders. And I always obeyed him.

I parted Karishma's butt-cheeks and buried my face deep in the nurse's delectable ass. I smelled her sour musk then my tongue swept out through her butt-crack, finding her puckered asshole. I loved the nasty taste, wiggling my hips in delight as I rimmed her asshole.

"Oh, yes," she moaned in a delightful Hindi accent that sounded like silk rubbing against my ears. "Eat my butt-hole!"

I wiggled my ass as I tongued her, then groaned when I felt Master's hands pushing up my miniskirt. His dick slid between my butt-cheeks and found my asshole. I felt no lube slicking his dick and knew this would hurt.

Master knew me so well.

A throaty moan burst from my throat as Master thrust. He slammed his cock into my dry ass. Fire burned. Agony raged in my bowels. My pussy clenched, drinking in the pain. Tears burned my eyes as I jammed my tongue into Karishma's asshole.

I embraced the pain. I loved it. I was a masochist.

Master fucked my butt hard, thrusting without mercy. He knew the more it hurt, the harder I'd cum. He always spoiled us sluts.

I groaned and grunted, agony stabbing over and over into my bowels. His cock pistoned my asshole, driving in and out of my bowels like he had stepped on the accelerator, the engine roaring up to its highest RPMs.

My grunts of pain and pleasure filled the hallway. I could smell my arousal growing, filling the air as my juices poured down my thighs. My pussy dripped with pleasure as my ass screamed in agony. Master's hand shot down between my legs, feeling my juices.

"Fucking slut," he growled, knowing how aroused I was.

"Your slut, Master!" I moaned between licks.

His crotch smacked my ass over and over as Karishma humped her ass back into his strokes. I shuddered, my tears wetting her butt-cheeks. The exquisite pain propelled my tongue to lap and swirl about her asshole.

"Eat my ass!" the nurse gasped. "You disgusting slut! Revel in it, untouchable! Degrade yourself!"

I savored the humiliating language. My asshole clenched down harder on Master's thrusting cock. I tongued the nurse's sphincter so hard. My orgasm swelled in my pussy. Every painful plunge of Master's dick brought me closer and closer.

"You're just a filthy whore!" hissed Karishma. "To lick my asshole! What a slut!"

"She is a filthy, disgusting slut," Master snarled. "She's taking my cock up her ass like the whore she is."

"The filthiest!" I howled, my bowels clenching. Humiliation surged through me.

And triggered my orgasm.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of my cunt as the pleasure slammed into the agony. My bowels writhed, every thrust of Master's cock slamming pain into my rapture. The two sensations swirled together, mixing, combining.

Transforming into ecstasy.

The pleasure rippled over and over through me as Master's cock hammered my bowels. I moaned into Karishma's asshole, my tongue swirling through her sour flesh as pain and rapture boiled my mind, sending me into ecstasy.

"What a filthy whore!" Master groaned

CRACK!

I gasped, Master's hand spanking hard on my ass, leaving stinging pain melting into the burning agony his cock created pumping in and out of my bowels. I bucked between the two, my orgasm shooting me higher, the spanking catapulting me to new heights of rapture.

The pain became pleasure as the rapture became agony. They all twisted and danced in me. I moaned and gasped, words tumbling from my mouth, my fingers digging into Karishma's butt-hole. I didn't know what spilled from my lips.

Too much pleasure. Too much pain.

"You're just begging for my cum!" snarled Master.

"Yes!" I gasped.

And then his hand shoved my face back between Karishma's asscheeks. "Keep licking the whore, slut!"

I tongued her, bucking, heaving, orgasm after orgasm convulsing my body. My bowels begged Master's cock for his cum. I shoved my tongue into the nurse's sour asshole, fucking her with the same force Master plowed me.

CRACK!

Another wonderful spanking burned my ass.

"I'm cumming!" moaned the nurse. "You disgusting, untouchable whore! You made me cum by eating my filthy ass!"

I shuddered, loving it. I spasmed hard, screaming out, "Cum in my abused ass, Master! I need it!"

"Because you're a filthy slut?" he demanded.

"The filthiest!"

Master erupted into my ass. He growled, smacking my ass hard as his jizz pumped over and over into my bowels. I drank it in, wiggling my hips, loving every moment of his cock unloading into my bowels, filling me with all that wonderful jizz.

I loved it.

He grunted, holding me as the last blast of jizz pumped into my asshole. I shuddered. Without his cock plunging painfully in and out of my bowels, my orgasm had died down to a simmer. I blinked, groaning, my entire body trembling from the rapture.

Master ripped out of my asshole. I gasped open, cum pouring out of my bowels, across my taint, to my waxed and dripping pussy.

"May I clean your cock, my Lord?" Nurse Karishma asked with such demure desire. I looked up at her turning around. She had a beautiful face, mature, in her early thirties. Her dark eyes had a hungry look and her lips bore a sultry smile.

"Do it, slut," Master ordered.

Like a proper slut, Karishma fell to her hands and knees and crawled past me. Her long, black hair dragged on the hospital's floor. She grasped Master's cock, taking a long, slow lick up his shaft. She shivered, savoring the sour flavor of my ass adorning his cock. Her tongue scooped up a drop of cum from Master's slit, then slid back down his shaft.

I trembled, watching her bathe his cock with her tongue. I fingered my asshole, scoping up the jizz soured by my bowels and brought the treat to my lips. Such joy went through me to see this whore attending to the greatest man in the world.

I was so thankful Master and Mistress chose me out of the sluts working at the Space Needle that night last June.

"My Lord, if I am not being too presumptuous, I would like to ask a boon of you," Karishma murmured between licks.

"What, slut?" Master asked.

"I want to serve you," she answered. "Use me for your pleasure! Make me one of your maids!" Her mouth engulfed his cock and she deep-throated Master in one, smooth motion.

"You're quite talented," he moaned, such pleasure crossing his face. "I think we can find a place for you."

She popped off my cock, beaming up at me. "Thank you, my Lord!"

Anger surged through me. I smacked her ass. "Don't stop sucking his cock, whore!"

"Sorry!" she gasped and deep-throated his cock.

I grasped the nurse's head, giving Master an apologetic glance. Then I fucked the whore's mouth up and down his cock, loving the sounds of her sucking and gagging. "I'll see her properly trained, Master."

He smiled at me--I melted inside--and said, "Good."

I pumped the slut's mouth up and down his cock, my pussy clenching, my nipples throbbing, begging to be hurt. But my hands were occupied. I endured my horny desires, concentrating on what mattered--pleasuring my master.

Drool dribbled out of the corners of Karishma's mouth as she sucked. I leaned in, nuzzling at her ear. "This is what you wanted, slut. To be his whore."

She just moaned, sucking louder, her cheeks hollowing. She didn't fight me one bit. She wanted to be used like a whore, like a hole that only existed to take Master's cum and Mistress's piss. My pussy clenched so hard, shudders wracking my body.

"Keep pleasing him, slut! He's going to cum! He's going to flood your stomach with all that jizz."

"Yes," Master groaned, flashing me another boyish grin, his blue eyes twinkling.

I smiled back.

Then, his face twisting, I knew he was on the verge of erupting. I shoved Karishma's face all the way down his cock. Her lips buried in his dark-brown pubic hair. He groaned, his cock erupting, pumping his jizz straight into her stomach.

"You feel that?" I moaned into her ear. "That's your Lord and Master's cum pumping into your whore-stomach. You lucky slut."

I nipped her ear and Karishma moaned.

"Who's the next child I'm healing?" Master asked after pulling his cock from the whore's mouth, a satiated grin on his face as he zipped up his cock.

"Jenny Peck, room 304, Master," I grinned at him. "She just turned eighteen."

As the Gods shared their love, healing the sick children, the demonic Patriots plotted. Their perfidy knew no bounds.

--Gospel of April 42:1

Mark Glassner

Jenny Peck was in desperate need of a lung transplant because of her Cystic Fibrosis. She'd spent the last two years in the hospital. Her parents sat on one side of her bed, watching their daughter as a respirator breathed for her. The mother was blonde with a heart-shaped face and plump lips. I smiled at her.

"My God," her husband murmured and bowed.

"Oh, thank you," the wife said in relief and knelt before me. "The doctors don't think she has long to live."

Her mouth was so close to my cock. I wanted to pull it out and have her suck on it. But her daughter was dying. That could wait. I stepped around her and grabbed Jenny's hand. I spoke the word, and power flooded out of me. I groaned. She was more challenging to heal than Abbas. Her lungs, liver, and pancreas were all damaged by her condition.

But I had power. I would save this barely legal girl and give her a life, show her the pleasures her disease had robbed from her. The crimson light died down, revealing the girl's skin pink and healthy, a beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

"Oh my baby," her father cried, hugging her.

"You healed her," the mother whispered, still kneeling. She licked her lips, understanding she now had to make a sacrifice to her god.

One she'd enjoy.

I smiled at her and unzipped my pants. She eyed my hard cock. She glanced up at me, her eyes full of worship, her tongue pursed between red lips. Then she leaned over and sucked the head of my cock into her married lips.

"Good," I groaned, enjoying her hot mouth as she slowly bobbed her head.

Her tongue danced around my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I savored the pleasure, my balls feeling her hungry suction. Her eyes burned as they stared up at me, worshipful awe transforming her face into zealous ecstasy.

"Mom!" Jenny gasped, bolting upright.

Her dad let out a strangled, "Irene!"

I glanced at them, shock painting their faces. I savored the hurt in the husband's face, the look of betrayal as I cuckolded his wife and the awakened, jealous desire in the daughter's as she stared at her first cock buried in her mother's lips.

Then I said the words to take away their shock and the husband's pain. "It's okay. Irene is just worshiping me. You are proud and happy for her." I smiled as my commands sank in, and the husband and daughter relaxed. "She's just worshiping her god. After all, I saved your daughter."

"Yes, yes," the husband nodded. "Of course. You performed a miracle, my God." He hugged his daughter tighter.

Her nipples poked at her thin hospital gown.

Healing the daughter, restoring color to her cheeks, awakened her youthful, innocent beauty. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she watched, her eyes sparkling. She leaned forward, studying her mother's blowjob technique.

She looked a lot like her mother, although the eyes were different: The mother's were green, the daughter's blue. My dick throbbed, loving the daughter's attention almost as much as the husband witnessing his wife's whorish desire for my cock.

"Have you ever had sex, Jenny?" I asked, running my hands through her mother's blonde hair.

"No," she answered. Her father nudged her. "I mean, no, my Lord."

Irene sucked harder, her hands cupping my balls. I fucked the sexy wife's hot mouth, glancing now at the husband. "Your wife gives great head. Really knows how to love a cock."

He smiled a little foolishly. "I've never had complaints, my Lord."

"Great," I groaned. "A good wife blows her husband whenever he wants. And a good husband licks his wife's cunt whenever she needs it."

"Yes, my Lord," he groaned.

His wife just sucked so hard on my dick as I fucked it in and out of her mouth.

I loved that, savoring the married woman's whorish passion. My hips pumped my dick deeper into her mouth. I brushed the back of her mouth. Remembering Nurse Karishma's tight throat, a smile grew on my lips.

I pressed my cock against her gullet. She stiffened, resisting.

"Relax, slut," I groaned. "Relax your throat so I can fuck your mouth!"

She obeyed. She didn't fight as I forced my cock down her throat. Gripping her head between my hands, I fucked her mouth hard. Her throat was tight, massaging my sensitive tip as I plunged my shaft down her mouth over and over. My balls slapped her chin, meaty thwacks as I enjoyed her mouth.

Jenny's deep blue eyes were wide as she watched her mother be my whore. I grinned at her, gripping her mother's golden curls hard, thrusting my dick faster and faster down Irene's mouth. She sucked and gurgled, her tongue dancing on my dick. Throaty moans rose, humming around my shaft.

"Wow, Mother," Irene said, swallowing. "You're taking so much of his cock."

"She is," the husband said, eyes wide, awe in his voice.

I grinned at him. "She'll do the same for you now that I instructed her on how a wife pleases her husband."

He just nodded, rubbing at his jeans, getting hard as I used his wife.

But I flicked my eyes to the eighteen-year-old. "Let's see those tits, Jenny."

"Um, okay, sure," she muttered, looking away in embarrassment even as her hands went to the ties of her hospital gown.

"What do you say?" her father admonished.

"Right, yes, my Lord," Jenny answered, squirming with embarrassment. "I'll show you my tits, my Lord."

"I'm sorry, my daughter never learned proper manners, my Lord." He grimaced. "We went easy on her because of her... Well, I guess we don't have to anymore."

"It's fine," I said, mouth salivating as the barely legal beauty lifted off her hospital gown.

I groaned. She wore no bra beneath, exposing pale, budding breasts topped with dark-pink nipples. Small nubs, like little buttons. I wanted to gnaw on those little buttons, to feel them between my teeth. My dick throbbed in her mother's throat.

"I can always forgive a pretty, young girl," I said. "Let's see your cunt."

"Yes, my Lord," she blushed. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her cotton panties. With a blushing shiver, she pulled them off of her coltish legs.

I groaned at the sight of her tight slit surrounded by golden curls. My cock erupted into her mother's mouth. My body bucked, jizz pumping out of my body, leaving me trembling and groaning. I savored the rapture surging through my body as my eyes feasted on that barely legal cunt.

I let go of Irene. She pulled her mouth off my cock, swallowing most of my large load. A glob of white spunk fell out of the corner of her mouth onto her thick sweater, and soaked into the fabric. My dick, still hard thanks to my Pact with the Devil, ached to enjoy a younger hole.

I grabbed Irene's hand, pulled the mother to her feet, and turned her to face her daughter. As I reached down to fondle her plump ass through her long, dark skirt, I asked the mother, "Isn't she beautiful?"

"She's my angel," Irene whispered, shivering as I squeezed her ass.

"Have you ever thought about spreading her pale thighs and tasting her innocent treasure?"

"I don't underst... Oh." Irene flushed crimson. "No, my Lord."

I pressed my lips against the hot wife's ear. "Why not? Look at how beautiful her cunt is. Surrounded by that forest of golden curls. I'm gonna fuck her. Pop her cherry. Use your mouth and get her nice and ready for my dick."

"I... yes, my Lord," she breathed, my commands changing her entire outlook on sex and incest. Licking her lips, she reached out to stroke her daughter's legs. "Momma will get you all wet and ready for your God."

"Just bend over and pull her to you," I instructed as I rubbed her ass through her skirt. "I'll make sure you feel good, too. And you," I glanced at her husband, "just enjoy the show. You'll get to enjoy sloppy seconds."

"Yes, my Lord," the husband groaned, still squeezing his dick through his jeans.

Irene bent over the foot of the hospital bed, pulled her daughter to her, and spread the girl's youthful thighs. Irene lowered her face until it lay inches away from her daughter's snatch. She inhaled, breathing in her daughter's scent in.

"Delicious, right?" I asked.

"Yes, my Lord!" she moaned before burying her face into Jenny's fresh snatch.

"Oh, fuck!" Jenny gasped, bucking as she felt the first incestuous contact of her mother's lips on her cunt.

"Language, young lady," reprimanded her dad.

"Really, Dad?" Jenny rolled her eyes at her dad and shook her head. "Mom's going down on my pussy!"

I grinned as I hiked up Irene's skirt. Delight filled me when I found her panty-free. A true believer. She shaved her cunt save for a strip of blonde above her clit. But it wasn't her pussy I was interested in. I spread her asscheeks opened and fingered her puckered hole.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked as I shoved a finger past the tight sphincter into her velvety depths.

"No, my Lord!" she squeaked as I violated her bowels, loving the texture, my dick throbbing in anticipation.

"Why haven't you ever let your husband fuck your ass?"

"It's dirty," she answered.

I pushed the head of my wet cock, lubed by her spit, against her asshole and plunged in. She moaned, squeezing tight on my dick as I sank into her velvety depths. I shuddered, my shaft sliding deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin bowels.

When I bottomed out I looked at her husband and told him, "When I'm done, your wife will be more than happy to give you sloppy seconds." I gave her ass a slap. "Right, Irene?"

"Yes, my Lord!" she panted, her voice tight with pleasure. "I'd be thrilled to let my husband fuck my asshole! Oh, my Lord, your cock... It's so hot!"

"Wow, Mom," her daughter groaned, grinding her pussy on her mother's lips. "You took all of his cock! That's amazing!"

"Uh-huh," Irene moaned into Jenny's snatch.

The incestuous sight before me surged lust through me. I gripped the mother's hips, drawing my cock back through her tight, warm ass. Then I slammed in, reaming her hard over and over. My balls smacked into her taint as I butt-fucked her hard, velvety pleasure writhing about my cock.

The mother moaned into her daughter's cunt as I fucked her bowels. I plowed them harder and harder, loving pressing the mother's mouth into Jenny's barely legal cunt. The girl writhed on the bed, gripping the bedsheets with one hand and her mother's golden curls with the other as she humped her hips.

"Oh, Mom!" she gasped. "Oh yes, that's soooooo amazing! You're eating my pussy! My pussy!"

"Yes," I growled, watching the girl experience her first taste of passion.

Incestuous, lesbian passion.

Her firm, youthful tits bounced as she humped against her mother's hungry mouth. My dick throbbed in her mother's bowels. I fucked Irene's ass so hard, staring at the passion burning through her daughter's body.

This was so hot. The husband watched, hand down his pants, squeezing his dick as his wife and daughter writhed for my pleasure. I'd use them both before him, taking them because I could. Because I was his god.

My balls tightened.

"Oh, yes, Mom!" Jenny howled, her back arching. "Oh, wow. I'm going to... I'm going to... to cum!"

She said that word with such awe, like she never thought she'd get to orgasm thanks to her sickness. And now she experienced such rapture because I healed her. My powers could bring such joy to the world.

"Mom!" she squealed.

"Cum, honey!" moaned her father. "Cum on your mother's mouth.

Jenny tightened her thighs about her mother's head as she orgasm. She writhed in pleasure, bucking on the bed. I groaned, plowing her mother's ass so hard, watching the barely legal girl revel in her first climax.

Irene groaned, her bowels clenching so hard on my dick as she licked and nuzzled at her daughter's spasming pussy. She explored the delicate folds of her daughter's barely legal cunt while her ass massaged my invading cock.

"It keeps flooding through me, Mom!" Jenny howled.

"Just enjoy it," I groaned. "Enjoy your new life!"

"Thank you, my Lord, for this gift," the cumming girl moaned, staring at me with such hungry passion, awakened to her body's pleasures.

I fucked the mother's asshole harder and faster. The sweet friction of my cock's head rubbing against her bowels built the growing pressure in my balls. They smacked over and over into her taint as she moaned into her daughter's cumming snatch, prolonging Jenny's taste of rapture.

"Daddy, look, I'm cumming so hard!" moaned Jenny. "Mom made me cum!"

"She did," groaned the father, jerking his cock off in his pants.

I loved it. I grunted, eager to--

Mark, are you staying on task? sent Mary, startling me and almost throwing off my strokes.

Almost.

Sure, I sent back to my wife, pumping away at the married woman's bowels, driving her face into her daughter's snatch. It was the truth. I just healed Jenny. Thanks to the Siyach spell, my wife and I could communicate telepathically.

Liar. I could feel her amusement through the sending. Who're you fucking right now?

Mary always sensed me fucking through the sending, no matter how hard I tried to keep the passion out of my thoughts. Of course, when you were buried in a woman's ass that felt this amazing, it was hard to hide your passion.

Fucking a mother's ass while she eats out her virgin daughter's cunt. My dick throbbed in the mom's bowels. Jenny just turned eighteen, and she's enjoying her first taste of pleasure now that she's well.

I see why you got distracted. She had a resigned edge to her thought. And how many children have you healed?

Five. Including the girl learning about the joys of mother-daughter incest.

After you're finished, you have to heal ten children without taking a break. I'll check with 51 to make sure. That seemed more than a little bit unfair, but I knew 51 would side with Mary. Sometimes I regretted giving free will back to the bodyguards.

Yes, dear, I promised.

Jenny gasped loudly, her body convulsing as another orgasm rippled through her. "Oh wow, Mom!" she cried. "Cumming is so fucking awesome!"

"Mmm, orgasms always are, angel," the mom purred, bowels clenching down on my dick."And mind your language. We didn't raise you to speak such filth!"

"Sorry, Mom," gasped the cumming girl as Irene bent down and continued to vigorously eat her out snatch.

A suspicion formed in my mind. My wife was nearly as lustful a being as I was. So Mare, how many children have you healed?
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