Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

Now they didn't bother. They just watched, ready to pounce if it looked like I'd cross over. I could feel their eyes on me, full of anger and hatred. I ignored them, focusing on Mark's group.

The elevator reached the basement. They traveled down the hallway to the damned cold-iron box--the Matmown. The iron walls shown with a blinding, white light. The Prayers inscribed on the metal burned with the ferocity of the stars, flooding the Shadows with a painful glare. The door to the Matmown lay open. Not that it mattered.

I couldn't enter it. Not from the Shadows.

The door clanged closed. I wanted to howl in frustration. They would move on me next. I could feel it. Ever since they sent Sam to France, my name had barely been spoken. They were avoiding making plans, knowing I could spy on them from the Shadows and overhear whatever they said.

My mind whirled. I was only weeks away from being powerful enough to challenge them. Damn that slattern, Sam! How did Mark ever find someone so competent?

"Isn't it funny how much time you spend lurking in the Abyss," Lucifer mocked from behind me.

I almost jumped, but eons spent in the Abyss taught me to suppress any sign of weakness.

"You spent all that energy to escape, and yet here you are," he continued. "Why did you even bother?"

His radiance warmed my back. "What I do is none of your business. I am yours no longer."

"You have always been mine. Even now."

"Even if you interfere, I will still be free. Still be away from you!" I would never be his whore again.

"Why would I interfere? Everything you do serves my purpose."

I ground my teeth in frustration. He was always so smug, so sure that events danced to his lyre. I turned to face him. Tried not to flinch before his radiance. He had to shine as bright as his pride, and nothing in the universe was greater.

"What if they're plotting against you, Lucifer? Who knows what the Mother Superior told that whore Mary in France?"

He shrugged. "I'll know soon enough."

"How?" I asked, eyes narrowing. "Not even you can penetrate a Matmown."

"I have a spy. She has been with them for months. In their inner circle."

"Do you take me for a fool?" I demanded. "All the people around them are bound by the Zimmah ritual."

Condescension flickered through his radiance. "You should run along now and try to defend your little demesne before Mark takes it away from you."

Infuriated with Lucifer, I returned to my body.

Blinking, shocked back on my flesh, my heart thudding, my body having weight, mass once again. I sat up in my chair. Lana and Chantelle, my High Priestesses, knelt patiently. I wanted to slam my fist into the desk and screech out my rage and fear. But I had to maintain my calm, controlled exterior.

I am a Goddess.

I took two deep breaths, trying to exhale all of my frustrations.

My gaze fell on blonde, voluptuous Lana. Her round face, set with blue eyes, peered up at me. My lust stirred. I let my cock grow hard, expanding from my clit. The pink nub swelled into a thick, fleshy shaft throbbing with need.

My frustration needed an outlet, and Lana's juicy sheath was the perfect place to release pent-up energy.

"Lana," I said imperiously.

"Yes, my Goddess?" she asked.

"Attend me."

She rose gracefully, wearing a flowery dress and a light, blue sweater. She shrugged off the sweater and pulled her dress over her head. Round breasts, large nipples pierced with gold rings, spilled out, both so taught and delicious. I followed my eyes down to her hips, swaying as she moved.

My eyes feasted on her plump curves. Her heavy breasts swayed as she circled to my side of the desk and bent over it. Her rump pressed at me, wiggling with her awakened desire, surrendering to my lusts. My dick throbbed at the sight.

"Such an obedient slave," I purred, touching her ass.

"My Goddess," she moaned, shaking as an orgasm swept through her. Juices squirted down her thighs from her spasming pussy, filling the air with the most delicious of scents--a woman's arousal.

I savored her tart, tangy fragrance. I shuddered, letting my red dress dissolve into mist, exposing my perfect body. My pillowy breasts swayed before me, my dick reaching towards the hot pussy nestled between her thighs.

"Use my naughty cunt to relieve yourself," Lana purred.

"Oh, I will use you," I groaned, staring at her quivering rump.

Chantelle, Lana's wife and my other high priestess, also undressed. She had the slim, lithe figure of a ballerina with a porcelain face framed by short, black hair. I could smell her arousal as well, a sweet musk adding to Lana's bouquet. A girl-cock swelled from Chantelle's clit. Lana reached out and grasped her wife's dick, stroking it.

"I need relief too, my love," Chantelle purred in her melodic, Quebecois accent.

"Gladly," Lana answered and pulled her wife's cock into her lips.

The sucking throbbed my dick. My pussy clenched as Chantelle groaned, a graceful shudder wracking her body. My dick twitched. I groaned, breathing in the bouquet of feminine passion filling my office with such sweet incense.

Such beautiful offering.

Lana's cunt was shaved, her labia engorged and dark with passion. Begging to worship my cock. With a hard thrust, I buried my girl-dick deep into her sheath. Hot, tight pussy engulfed my cock, spasming immediately.

She came before my dick buried to the hilt in her pussy, my very touch igniting her rapture. Her pussy writhed about my cock, milking it as she quivered, her cute rump tensing and rippling. A moment later, Chantelle moaned, my Lust flooding through Lana's body and into the black-haired woman.

I smelled the salt of girl-cum flooding Lana's mouth.

"Drink my cum!" Chantelle moaned as my Lust triggered her orgasm. She gripped Lana's blonde hair, fucking her cock deep into her wife's hungry lips as it erupted. "Just drink it all."

"Use the little slut," I groaned, drawing back my cock through the spasming delight.

Lana's pussy never stopped cumming as I pounded her. Every thrust slid in and out of the heaven of her convulsing silk. It massaged my cock, making me ache and groan. Her delightful tunnel pleasured my dick, building the pressure in the core of my pussy.

Chantelle found a rhythm with me, fucking Lana's mouth at my speed. We'd thrust into the whore at the same time, filling her up with the girl-cocks she loved. Chantelle's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth gulping down load after load of cum from Chantelle's cock.

"My beautiful Lana," Chantelle moaned. "Swallow my load! Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!"

The black-haired woman fired more cum than Lana could handle. It spilled out of her mouth. Chantelle swiped up the jizz with a finger, shoving it into her mouth with greedy hunger. She shuddered, savoring the taste of her own cum as she pumped more spunk into her wife's mouth.

My cock throbbed in Lana's spasming pussy. "That is such a nasty sight."

"My Goddess?" Chantelle asked, her voice throaty with passion.

I seized Chantelle's head and pulled her lips to mine. I kissed her with devouring passion, tasting the salty flavor of her cum.. The slut moaned her passion into our kiss. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, exploring, stirring her up while I pounded her slut-wife.

She groaned and gasped, her body bucking, assaulted by my Lust. I felt every spasm of her cock flooding her wife with more jizz to guzzle down. I thrust so hard, burying into Lana's snatch, her massaging pussy bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

"My Goddess," Chantelle panted when I let go of the kiss, her head reeling with intoxicated passion. "Thank you!"

"Your reward for your service," I hissed. "And here's more."

I cupped one of my heavy, perfect breasts. The nipple beaded milk. Hunger transformed Chantelle's face. She darted down, still fucking her wife's mouth, and latched onto my nipple. My pussy clenched as she nursed. My milk flowed.

She gulped down my creamy treat with as much enthusiasm as Lana gulped down her futa-cum. Pleasure arced from my nipple, through my body, and stuck the growing storm in my womb. I fucked Lana harder, her tight pussy gripping me like a velvet glove as it writhed. I exulted in her wet, spongy flesh.

I was the Goddess of Lust, and Lana and Chantelle fervently worshiped me. I drank in their passion, feasting off of it. I breathed in the sweet, musky odor of sex thick in the air. I didn't need to eat or sleep--I just needed to drink sexual energy.

Primal, vital life.

The storm raged inside me and then growled with erupting rapture. Winds of ecstasy whorled through me. Cum fired out of my dick into Lana's hungry pussy. Her cunt spasmed harder on my dick, milking the jizz out of my body.

I shuddered, Chantelle suckling so hard as the pleasure burst through me. My Lust surged through the warehouse. All my followers and my monstrous daughters felt it. Feminine orgasms erupted, sweet moans of worship rising to praise me.

I forgot all about my problems in this one, rapturous instance.

Then I collapsed into my chair, my breasts heaving, my cock shrinking. My black cum poured down Lana's thighs as she gasped and trembled. Her wife screamed out in orgasmic delight, firing more jizz into Lana's hungry mouth.

I closed my eyes, ignoring them. I breathed in deeply, savoring the musk perfuming the air in my office. My body tingled with energy, restoring the power I'd expanded to send my spirit to the Abyss.

I have a spy.

Lucifer's words interrupted my reverie. Did he really have a spy? Impossible. All those sluts around Mark were bound to him. None would betray him. Not when the bastard and his slattern held their life force in the palm of their hands. Lucifer was trying to keep me unbalanced.

I opened my eyes. Lana's messy cunt, smeared with salty pitch, wiggled before me. She kissed her wife, the pair groaning. Then Lana broke it, groaning, "Mmm, thank you. I love our Goddess's milk."

"You're welcome," Chantelle answered. "Do you have something to give me?"

"I do," Lana answered, moving around the desk. She perched her curvy ass on my desk. Chantelle knelt before her. I could hear the messy sounds of cunnilingus. "Oh yes!" Lana moaned. "You wonderful woman! I love you!"

"How is Tir progressing?" I asked. "Has she perfected it yet?"

"No, my Goddess," Lana reported, her voice thick with lust. Tir was my daughter by Thamina. Thamina, like Lana and Chantelle, used to be Mark and Mary's slut. Now she served me. "It's not transmitting effectively. She thinks another few weeks to fine-tune it."

I sighed. I didn't expect a miraculous breakthrough in the last few hours.

But it wasn't good news. I didn't have a few weeks. I closed my eyes again, thinking. Mark would be coming after me. I would have to stall him somehow. I needed to give Tir the time she needed to complete her work and for my army in Africa to be born.

But that wouldn't take care of Mark himself. I'd need something else to kill him.

I smiled. The daggers of Mispach. Forged by Cain from a falling star. Any wound from one of those cursed daggers is so fatal, no power could heal it. They were lost to time. First I'd need to get some breathing room. Then there'd be time to search out one of the daggers.

"Mmm, let me taste our Goddess's seed," cooed Lana.

The sounds of their kissing distracted me. When I opened my eyes, I found them locked in a passionate embrace. Their relationship was young; their love still burned hot. I could feel the lust bleeding off both of them, calling to me. Lana moaned low and throaty as Chantelle sheathed her cock in the blonde.

Their lust stirred my passions, hardening my cock.

I glided gracefully around the desk, my cock waving hard before me. Chantelle's slim ass pumped as she fucked Lana. I touched the small of her back. I held back my Lust, wanting my priestesses to be relatively clearheaded. Chantelle looked at me over her shoulder, an inviting smile on her face.

My cock found her wet cunt, and I drove hard into her, pushing Chantelle's dick deep into Lana. Savoring the feel of Chantelle's pussy, I groaned, "I have a plan, Priestesses."

It is said the Tyrants were so paranoid, they plotted only in a tomb of iron, warded with demonic magics to prevent any from spying on them. In their Matmown did they plot the first battle in their war with the demon Lilith. The first great disaster of their reign.

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

Friday, November 8th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Tacoma, WA

The door to the Matmown clanged shut.

Excitement trembled through me as I surveyed the room. A chill pervaded, the metal walls and floor icy to the touch. A table--cheap, the kind that could fold up and you'd see in a hotel's convention hall--dominated in the center, folding chairs around it. I sat at the head, Mary across from me. All the sluts: Alison, Desiree, Violet, April, Jessica, Lillian, Xiu, and Korina, along with Willow, Sam, and Candy took their seats. The people I most trusted. My wife, our sluts, our doctor, and our vizier and her assistant.

My family. We were a strange group, but I loved them all. Though I loved one far more than the others.

There was no electricity inside the Matmown. There could be no holes in the walls to run a wire. It would break the containment. The only opening was the door, designed to seal shut and be impregnable from the outside. But Sam had thought of everything. Floor lamps enchanted to glow without power stood in the room's corners, space heaters hooked up to car batteries struggled to lessen the chill, and the chairs had spells giving them seat warmers.

I appreciated that.

I didn't ask how she did this. Her explanations always went over my head. It only mattered to me that they worked.

"Okay, Mary, what have you been holding back?" I asked my wife, eager to finally find out her big secret. The last six weeks had been almost unbearable at times. "Spill it."

Mary took a deep breath. "Mark, we have started something terrible."

Terrible? I knew Mary had some guilt over the way we treated people in the beginning. But terrible was a little much. "What do you mean?"

"Lucifer and the other demons are trapped in the Abyss, but their prison is weakening. Because of us." I could see guilt in her emerald eyes. "As more and more people worship us as gods, the prison grows weaker. Maryām told me that you will kill Lilith one day, and that would be the final straw keeping Hell shut. Lucifer will be free." She looked at me, her eyes pleading. "Free to wreak havoc on this world. Because of us. And it won't just be the Devil. All the demons will be unleashed.

"Monsters like Molech!"

I shivered, my stomach twisting at the brutality Molech inflicted upon the women sacrificed to him. I swallowed, looking at the others in the room. Stunned disbelief froze the sluts' faces, jaws dropped, eyebrows raised. Violet gave a slow shake of her head. They didn't want to believe their masters would cause such a problem. Hell, I didn't believe we could cause such a problem.

"Are you saying that I'm causing the end of the world?"

"We are," Mary corrected. "I'm just as culpable. You may have led, but I've willingly followed you."

"Then why are we making people worship us? And trying to rule the world, Mare? Shouldn't we be telling people to stop worshiping us?" Could I really give that up though? That wonderful high as a thousand people cry out my name in worship?

"Maryām told me that the prison was weak enough. Getting more people to worship us isn't going to change that? But if we unite the world, we might have the power to challenge the demons if they get out." She swallowed. "And a confrontation with Lilith is inevitable."

"It is interesting that killing Lilith is the trigger," Sam said.

"What?" I asked her.

"Well, she was the first woman created, made of the dust of the earth just like Adam," our vizier explained, pushing up her glasses. "She was the first Warlock. The first human soul condemned to the Abyss. She grew powerful after all those millennia imprisoned. Her death, her blood, would hold all that energy she had gathered. She is a mix of both worlds now."

"So we don't kill Lilith," Violet said, pigtails flying at the vigorous nods of her head. "If she lives, Lucifer cannot be summoned."

"That's great!" Xiu exclaimed, her heavy tits jiggling. "We just have to capture her and imprison her."

It couldn't be that simple. Right?

"Capture Lilith?" Lillian snorted with derision. "Yeah, that'll be easy."

Violet blushed and looked down at her fidgeting hands.

Mary glared at Lillian. "You don't need to talk to your fellow slut that way," my wife snapped. "Tonight, you will report to me for your spanking."

"Yes, Mistress," Lillian answered, looking contrite. But a small smile played on her lips. Xiu wasn't the only slut that enjoyed Mary's spankings. "I'm sorry, Violet. Do you still love me?"

Violet rolled her eyes as Lillian fluttered her eyelashes at her. "I do."

"So, how do we capture her?" Willow asked.

"Isn't that what the Legion is for?" Jessica, our caramel-skinned reporter slut, leaned forward. "We know she's in Seattle. Let's send in the troops. They're supposed to be gifted with certain advantages in fighting monsters because of the Ragily bond."

"But what if something goes wrong?" Mary objected. "What if she accidentally gets killed?"

"Do we have an alternative, mi Reina?"

"No. But the Mother Superior hinted that there was a way to trap Lucifer when he first crosses over. She said the answer lies in Qumran."

"What's Qumran?" April asked. "It sounds like a drink."

"A dirty drink," Lillian giggled. "Cum-rum. Mmm, sounds delicious!" Lillian threw her arm around April's shoulders. "Me, you, and your cute girlfriend should find a hunky guy and give it a try."

April flushed, glancing at Violet, who shifted nervously. April had a girlfriend? Who was she? "We're pregnant, Lillian," April pointed out. "Both of us."

Pregnant? So was it Korina or Violet?

"Right," Lillian sheepishly grinned. "So I'll enjoy the rum and you can enjoy the cum!"

"Sure," April sighed.

"We'll have so much fun!" Lillian declared.

"Khirbet Qumran," Sam interrupted testily, giving Lillian a frosty look, "is a series of caves in the West Bank where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found. Many of the texts discovered predate the New Testament period. Not all have been released to the public. The traditional view is that they were penned and stored by the Essenes, who..."

"Yeah, that's what the Mother Superior said," Mary interrupted before Sam could get into one of her long lectures. "The Creator safeguarded the knowledge at Qumran."

Candy sighed and looked at Sam. "I guess we have more traveling to do. Hopefully, no monster will try and eat us this time!" There was a bitter, almost accusatory tone to her voice.

Sam shot her a warning look, then gave me an apologetic smile.

"We'll send you some protection," I reassured Candy. We should have given them a few of the bodyguards on their first mission, but Mary thought keeping it low-key would let them fly under the radar.

Instead, Lilith's daughter almost killed them.

"It'll take a few days to arrange things with the Israelis. Right, that's where Qumran is?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, the West Bank. Though the scrolls are housed at the Museum of Jerusalem in a specially created--"

"So we need to capture Lilith, and quickly," I said, heading off her long-winded explanation. "Hell, if we can capture her and lock her up somewhere, we can avoid the entire problem."

"It's bold. I like it," Alison smiled. "She killed Karen. I say we lock the bitch up in a tiny cell for the rest of her life!"

"You could pierce her nipples, attach a leash to the piercings, and walk her like a dog," Xiu sighed, tugging at her own nipple piercings. I had a feeling Xiu would love that..

"That's how you broke Karen, Master," Korina nodded. "Shoved that dog-tailed butt plug up her ass and treat her like the bitch she is!"

"That would be very satisfying to see, mi Rey!" Desiree purred.

"I would love to watch Mistress spank that bitch-demon's ass," Jessica added. "I love watching you paddle a naughty slut's rump and make it glow red."

"Make that ass black and blue," Lillian laughed. "Don't go easy on her! And we should piss on her! Make her sleep in the puddle like the piece of filth she is!"

"No! We should tie her up and let the entire Legion fuck her cunt!" Violet declared with more force than I've ever heard the shy girl use. "She hates men. I say, let every man in the world fuck her! For Karen!"

Tears glistened on Violet's cheeks. A silence fell on the rest of us as we remembered our short time with Karen. April reached over and grabbed Violet's hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn't hesitate to give her to Lilith to save my life.

I learned the hard way to never trust a demon.

My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I'd make Lilith pay for Karen.

"It's risky, Mark," Mary said, breaking the silence.

"Well, it needs to be done. She's already sent the Dimme to kill me and an Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with." Fear gripped me. What if she sends her next monster after my pregnant wife? I couldn't risk that. Lilith had to be neutralized.

"Seattle is her base of support," Willow said. "What if we took that away from her?"

"I bet that Lamia woman we've seen with the Mayor of Seattle is the demon," Jessica interjected. "Think about it, Masters. Mayor Craig is gay, and then this absolutely gorgeous woman appears, and he falls for her. I feel like this is Lilith."

"We definitely need the Legion," Korina said. "Master, you are powerful, but you'll need soldiers to occupy the city."

"Aren't we moving too quickly?" Mary objected. "We haven't learned how to deal with Lucifer if something goes wrong."

"That could take a while," Sam responded. "I mean, there was a lot of material found at Qumran. Some of it hasn't even been made public. It could take me months to sift through it."

"Then we should wait months," Mary concluded.

I frowned at my wife. "But Lilith is already causing problems. We need to go into Seattle. At the very least, we have to find where she's keeping those monstrous daughters of hers."

"How, Master?" Jessica asked. "We summoned Karen, and she couldn't help us. Lilith has her location warded somehow."

Xiu snapped her fingers. Realization played a smile on her lips. "I bet the answers are in city hall. She needs to control the mayor for some reason. I bet there are city records that could point to where they're hiding. They probably need a big building."

"Of course. The city owns hundreds of buildings." Jessica's caramel face shown with excitement.

"Right!" April exclaimed, her bushy hair rustling. "And the government keeps records on everything!"

"Let's send the Legion in and flush the bitch out!" Alison rubbed her hands together, glee on her face. "She tried to kill Master."

Next to Alison, Desiree pounded her fist on the table. "Let's exterminate her entire verminous brood, mi Rey!"

"Sounds great. I say we do that." I looked at my wife. "We'll capture Lilith and put down her foul children."

"It's too risky," Mary objected, heat in her voice. "You're being brash, Mark. The stakes are too high to afford a mistake."

"We'll be careful," I told her, taken aback by her objections. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. It's just..." She trailed off, a helpless look on her face.

"You just don't think I can do this?" A bitter feeling spread through my stomach.

"It's just too important to take chances. Please, Mark, reconsider."

"She tried to kill me," I pointed out, my anger bubbling back up. Why couldn't she see how simple this was? "She killed Karen, and you just want to let her live? Don't you care?"

She slammed her hand down on the table and glared at me, the reverberation echoing through the room. "Of course I care! I loved Karen just as much as you did! She was ours, and that bitch took her away! But the world, Mark? All those lives? What if something goes wrong?"

"That's why we'll be careful. But we have to do this. She's growing too powerful. It may be too hard to dislodge her in a few months."

"I say we wait," Mary said, her face growing stubborn. "It's stupid to rush this."

"So I'm being stupid?" I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

"I didn't say that, Mark," she spat. "But you're being a pigheaded fool!"

I grit my teeth. "Now what?"

"Let's vote," she declared. "Everyone, give your honest opinion. Who says we wait?"

Jessica quickly shot her hand up and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow's hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. "That Alukah almost killed us both," Candy answered. "I'm with Alison and Desiree! Let's capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!"

Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. "I guess I'm not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary," I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as I said it.

Mary flinched in hurt anger.

"Fine," she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair, and stalked towards the door. "It's only the World!"

"Wait, Mistress," Jessica said, and followed Mary out of the Matmown.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew I should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. "Close the door," I barked. "We have plans to make!"

"Yes, Master!" Xiu scurried to close the door. She sat back down and said, "We...um... should get General Brooks in here." General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. "This afternoon. Is there anything else?"

Sam shifted in her seat. "Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?"

"No," I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

"Candy is concentrating on Warlocks," Sam explained. "The bob is enchanted with a divining spell."

Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the U.S. right on the city of Paris, Texas.

"See, she's detected the Ghost of Paris," Sam said. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. "This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock's soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc."

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the U.S. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it landed on Cuba.

"We need to do something about this," I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

"Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master," Alison said, her face burning, her eyes bright with anger. "Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion, and we'll start hunting them down. Most can't be that dangerous. We'll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell."

"Please, mi Rey?" Anger and pain seethed in Desiree's brown eyes. "We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down."

Alison nodded vigorously. "We'll make them all pay, Master!"

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. "I'll discuss it with Mary."

"Thank you, mi Rey," Desiree said. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she's had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison burned with an even more intense fury than her wife.

"Let's call it a wrap," I yawned. "I think we all could use some sleep."

I rode the elevator up to my suite. The bodyguards, as usual, were out front. I walked to them, blinking my eyes, composing my apology to them. As I approached, they both raised their hands, stopping me.

"Mistress said not to let you in," the redhead bodyguard said, her face pleading.

"Out of the way," I ordered and they froze, eyes bulging, unable to breathe. Conflicting commands would do that. "Never mind. You don't have to follow that one."

They gasped for breath as I stared at the door, chewing on my lip.

Mary Glassner

My insides raged as I marched out of the Matmown.

It was bad enough that he wouldn't listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn't he see how dangerous this was? The world was at stake! We had to go slow. We had to be careful. I stalked to the elevator and jabbed the up button.

"Come on!" I snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

"Mistress," Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

"What?" I groaned, too tired to deal with anything right now. On top of my anger, I was exhausted. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing had drained me.

"You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage."

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features. "I think I'd like that."

We rode up the elevator in silence. I studied her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged, announcing we reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me before they opened the door. I strode past them, chin held high. An impulse seized me, birthed out of my anger.

"Do not let Mark in," I ordered them. "He's in the doghouse."

"I...um...yes, ma'am," the Black bodyguard stammered.

The redheaded one, eyes wide, nodded her head.

Jessica followed me through the main room of the suite to the bedroom I shared with mark. Once inside, I stretched, walked to my dresser, and opened my jewelry box. I took off my silver locket, diamond stud earrings, and a ruby bracelet, leaving only my bronze protective amulet and wedding ring on.

Jessica unzipped my dress with her gentle touch. I let it fall to the floor, exposing my naked body. I looked down at my belly and stroked my baby bump. My mood improved a bit thinking about my unborn child.

"Shall I start, Mistress?" Jessica asked when she returned from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil.

"Hmm?" I asked, frowning at her. Out of the fuzzy depths of my mind, remembrance rose. "Oh, right, the massage."

Yawning, I stretched out on the bed on my belly. The mattress dipped as Jessica crawled onto it. She straddled my legs right below my butt. I jumped and shrieked as the cold baby oil dripped onto my back.

"Sorry, Mistress."

"It's okay," I muttered, the liquid warming on my skin.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders, driving the tension away with her gentle yet firm pressure. I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch. Her thumbs pressed into my flesh, moving in slow circles. She exorcised the anger. My fury at my husband melted away.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift into contentment.

Her hands worked lower and lower down my back, flanking my spine. She shifted down my legs as she worked closer to my ass. I groaned as her fingers rubbed at the strain out of my lower back. The pregnancy was starting to give me backaches.

Her hair brushed my body. She bent over, her tits rubbing on the backs of my thighs as she rubbed the ache out of my lower back. My ass wiggled, a heat kindling in my pussy as her nipples massaged my legs.

"Mistress," she purred. "Such a gorgeous ass."

She kissed my right butt-cheek before her oily hands slid down and gave each globe a good squeeze. She worked the plump muscles, making me squirm more, my pussy growing excited, juices trickling out. My nipples hardened, rubbing into the satin sheets.

"Yes," I sighed, then grinned at her naughty antics.

Her fingers dipped into my crack, brushing my asshole and teasing me under the guise of her massage. She swirled and caressed my asshole, making me tremble and convulse, my toes clenching as her body wiggled.

She kissed my butt again, her fingers sliding down from my asshole, reaching my taint. My pussy clenched in trembling anticipation. I let out another groan as her fingers slid around my slit, caressing my flushed vulva before her hands seized my right leg.

Her tits lifted up from my thighs as she massaged me. She worked at knotted muscles, easing the ache as her hands slid up and down my thighs. Thumbs and digits dug into me, making me groan and squirm, my nipples kissing the sheets.

"Jessica," I panted.

"Just enjoy, Mistress," she purred, sliding her hands down to my calves, rubbing them, giving me more relief.

My pussy grew wetter and wetter as she lifted my foot. Her tongue licked and teased my toes. Strings of nerves connected each one to my pussy. When she sucked on them, she strummed those strings. Pleasure hummed like a note plucked on a guitar, reaching my pussy and making my entire body quiver.

"You naughty slut," I panted, juices dribbling out of my pussy. Heat burned in me as she sucked her way down my foot.

Then she repeated all those wonderful sensations on my left leg, massaging me into buzzing relief, playing with my toes, being just a naughty slut and getting my pussy so wet and dripping. I needed to be touched.

"Now roll over, Mistress," she purred, her voice so thick with excitement. This was the part she wanted.

The real fun.

I grinned, rolling over. Her oily hands found my pregnant stomach, caressing my baby bump. Just a swell now, but my child grew and grew every day.

"So beautiful," she whispered, eyes smoldering. She slid her hand higher, passing between my breasts, and up to my neck. "Just breathtaking, Mistress."

"So are you," I panted, drinking in her caramel skin, her firm tits swaying.

She smiled at me she leaned over. Her breasts swayed above mine as she lowered her mouth. Her hair brushed my cheek, then her nipples pressed into my hard nubs. I licked my lips and then groaned as she kissed me.

Her kiss started gentle, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. But then our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other. I tasted her sweetness. She shuddered when my tongue invaded her mouth. Our lusts grew as our kiss deepened, our nipples throbbing against each other, my pussy on fire.

I shivered when Jessica settled her weight upon me. Our nipples kissed harder, rubbing against each other like flint on steel. Sparks of pleasure ignited fires in my pussy. I wasn't so pregnant that I had to worry about someone being on top of me.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of her body.

She was so sexy.

Our tongues fenced now, our bodies squirming. My hands stroked down her back and grasped her firm as. I pulled her down between my spread legs until our pussies touched. Electricity sparked between us.

"Mistress!" she moaned between kisses, her ass clenching beneath my hands.

I shuddered as our pussies tribbed together. I kissed her so hard, loving her new massage technique.

Her ass writhed beneath my hands as she undulated her hips. She slid her clit up through my pussy folds until she nudged my pearl. Hot sparks flared every time. I shuddered and moaned, fingers digging into her rump.

Again and again, her ass flexed. Every kiss of her clit on mine brought a burst of passion inside my pussy's depths. My tunnel clenched. Heat burned inside of me, a fire swelled hotter by every delicious caress of clit on clit.

We tribbed.

We moaned.

Satin whisked beneath my back and squirming ass.

Her fingers stroked my cheeks as she kissed me harder, fiercer. Her tongue jammed into my mouth. Our hips found a rhythm, tribbing each other slowly, savoring the pleasure. Our skin rubbed together, so silky and delicious.

This was hot, but I had to be on top. I was the mistress here.

I held her tightly and rolled us over. Her thighs parted as she stretched out on her back. I settled my cunt against hers, eager for that contact between our clits again. For that roaring spark. I sat upon my elbows, staring down at her beautiful face contorting, her delicate nose twitching. Our nipples grazed each other, sharing quick kisses as I writhed my hips. Now I drove my clit through her pussy, searching for her clit.

A moan, low and throaty, escaped her lips when I found it. Her hands rubbed up and down my back and sides, trailing fire wherever she touched. I stared into her eyes, loving the deep brown, as we shared this moment.

"Yes," Jessica purred. "Pleasure me, Mistress! Your beautiful pussy feels like wet silk!"

"You're going to make me cum so hard, slut," I moaned.

She shuddered, grinning, fingernails biting into my ass.

My hips moved faster, spurred on by the smoldering lust in her eyes. Memories of the afternoon when I had a cock flooded mind. Those wicked recollections washed through me. Fucking Jessica would be so much better than tribbing her. I could have a hard shaft plunging in and out of her velvet-wet cunt, feeling her silky flesh wrapped about my cock. Feel that glorious ache building, that need to spill my seed.

I loved being a woman. I loved the powerful, encompassing orgasms that filled my entire groin. But that urgent need for a cock, the way all the pleasure built up at one point--the head of your aching, throbbing dick--was amazing. It built and built until your girl-jizz erupted out of you. Ecstasy fired through your body, intense rapture mixing with the gentler waves of a feminine orgasm.

I understood just how desperate a guy could get to fuck a woman.

"Trib me!" Jessica panted. "Yes, yes! I love it! Make me cum, Mistress!"

I could gain a cock. It was so easy. I just had to bring us both to orgasm while tribbing her. While we writhed, I had to utter "Shophkah." Our combined ecstasy would power the spell. I'd gain my very own cock I could summon or dismiss at will.

But what about Mark?

I tribbed my clit faster against Jessica's pearl. I burned to have a cock. I didn't care if he would find it disgusting. Find me disgusting. I needed to have it. I really ground into her, ignoring the objecting voice in my mind. After Mark's petty comment, it would serve him right if I grew a dick.​