Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Yes," I groaned, drawing back my cock through her spasming depths.

The caress of her pussy on the sensitive tip of my dick shot rapture to my balls. They ached, full of cum, ready to unload. I drove my cock home into her cunt. Every muscle in my body tensed, on the verge of erupting.

Her pussy convulsed around my dick.

My passion exploded thick into her.

"Mare!" I gasped as I pumped my cum into her depths.

"Yes!" she howled, her pussy convulsing harder, her orgasm burning hotter through her body. Her back arched, auburn hair dancing. "My mighty stallion! Yes!"

I shuddered, my rapture pumping out of my cock and shooting up to my brain. Euphoria gripped me. I trembled as my wife's pussy milked out every drop of my cum. I let out an explosive breath, shuddering, groaning, savoring this moment of unbridled bliss.

United with my wife.

I leaned over her, staring down at her back as the last spurt of my cum flooded her pregnant pussy. I groaned, sucking in breaths, sweat dripping down my face from our exertions. I loved becoming one with her. That moment of utter rapture as we came together.

Mary shook, breathing heavily. But it wasn't with passion. A soft sob escaped her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? Did I hurt the baby? I shouldn't have bent her over the desk and fucked her that hard.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked, voice tight.

"No," she said, sniffing. "It's just...You almost died again, Mark."

Her pussy clenched hard as her body shook with her sobs. My heart aching for her, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and scooped my wife up in my arms. She felt so light in me, staring up with emerald eyes swimming in tears. I carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk and sank down on it. Mary curled up on my lap.

I stroked her hair as she softly cried.

"I didn't die though. I'm still here, Mare."

"I know, but...it was so close." She looked up at me, tears falling down her cheeks. "You were so burned when you emerged from the Shadows. I didn't even know how you were still standing. You looked in agony."

"You have no idea how close it was," I whispered.

"What?"

I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. "I almost killed her. Lilith. I—"

"Shh..." she said, putting her finger to my lips.

I swallowed. She was right. It wasn't safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil's prison would have sprung open. He'd have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.

I had to be more careful.

Mary Glassner

I kissed Mark with gentle love. We couldn't say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it.

I stroked his face, trying to reassure him. I felt the guilt trembling through his body, saw the recriminations twisting in his face. He was a passionate man. He hated Lilith for tricking him into surrendering Karen. He did it to save his life, all our lives, but that still ended up with Lilith reborn and our slut dead.

I wanted to reassure him, to remind him that he didn't kill Lilith. We won today. We didn't capture her, but we did drive her from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep. We could take the time to figure things out and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam would leave for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.

Mark relaxed into the kiss. His strong fingers stroked my face, brushing back my own tears. I shuddered, our lips moving together, growing more heated. Passionate. I shifted on his lap, squirming. Heat birthed in my pussy full of his cum.

I needed to celebrate surviving with my husband again.

My legs kicked off my fatigues and underwear, casting them off my feet, eager to love my husband again. I purred into his lips, surrendering to him as his tongue explored my mouth. My pussy grew hotter. I needed him in me.

Mark kept a hold of my face as I straddled him. We broke the kiss only long enough for Mark to rip off my black halter top. I shuddered, his hands instantly going to my freckled breasts as we kissed again.

I shivered in pleasure as he played with my nipples. His fingers danced over them, twisting, pulling, making me whimper. His cum dribbled out of my pussy as my snatch clenched. I drank in the delight, squirming more on his lap.

"Mark," I moaned as I raised my hips up and guided his cock to my aching hole.

"Mare," he groaned, blue eyes so wide as he felt my cum-filled pussy caress his dick.

I kissed him again as I slid slowly down his shaft. Mark growled into my lips, enjoying the sensation of my sopping cunt engulfing his dick. I whimpered, his shaft stretching my pregnant depths open once more.

I loved his cock in me.

My tongue dueled with his as I raised up slowly on his dick. Mark shuddered as I reached the pinnacle of his cock, swirling my hips, stirring his tip through my hot pussy. Then he moaned as I sank back down his dick. Not fast. No, I took my time as I rode up again. I savored his cock filling me, caressing the walls of my pussy.

This wasn't the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago. We made love this time, slow and passionate.

Mark's right hand let go of my left breast, sliding down my silky skin to cup my ass. I shivered, surrendering to him. I let him guide my hips as I rode me. The leather chair creaked as Mark squeezed my ass and—

"Mark!" I squealed, my stomach lurching as he suddenly reclined back. My pussy clenched on his dick as, for a moment, I feared the chair was falling backward.

Then it stopped. I shuddered, my breasts brushing his chest. We stared at each other for a moment. Nervous giggles burst from us as relief swept through us. Then our laughs turned naughty as Mark's hand pulled up on my ass.

I pumped my pussy up and down his shaft again.

"Oh, Mark," I moaned, staring down into his blue eyes. My ponytail hung off my shoulder and brushed his chest. "I love you."

"My naughty filly," he groaned.

I shivered, loving when he called me that.

Mark squeezed my ass, urging me to go faster as he pulled me down for another kiss. He put all his love into his lips, nibbling on mine and playing with my tongue. I drank it in, the kiss stirring the passions in me.

My hips pumped faster on his dick, my orgasm swelling through me.

We moaned and groaned, the pleasure intensifying, building in the depths of my pussy. I savored his tongue brushing mine. They caressed each other as we both groaned and gasped. Our hips danced together, working, pumping, stirring each other into hot froths of passion.

And then he thrust upward, driving his cock into my hot snatch. I gasped into the kiss as our flesh met in loud smacks. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor. I shuddered, not caring if we fell now, just drinking in the rapture, my orgasm building faster and faster as his dick slammed into me.

I drank in the friction of his shaft.

"My Mare!" Mark groaned, breaking our kiss. "I'm gonna cum."

"Do it," I panted, my pussy clenching down so hard on me. "Cum in me. Flood your naughty filly's cunt!"

"Yes!" he grunted, feeling my silky pussy grip his dick as I slammed down his shaft.

He exploded into me.

I mewled in rapture, feeling his cum fire into my snatch. The first spurt landing in my pussy, adding to his jizz already swimming in me, set off my rapture. I bounced and convulsed on him. My pussy attacked his cock, milking him as the heat flowed through me.

Over and over, passion burst inside her. Hot and delicious. It rushed through my body as my snatch drank in all his wonderful seed. I pressed my tits against his strong chest, moaning out my rapture as the pleasure drove me to the peaks of euphoria.

"Mark!" I gasped as I reached the pinnacle of rapture.

Then I collapsed against him, his arms around me, holding me.

"I love you, Mare," he panted into my ear. His hand stroked down my side and then pressed between us, stroking my baby bump. "You and our child."

I closed my eyes. Mark would have other children with the sluts, with other women, but only one with me. I would only get this joy a single time. I knew he would love our child the most, but I wanted to give him more.

"Our only child," I sighed.

"What?" Confusion thickened his voice. "We can have other children."

I frowned. Hadn't he realized this? "Nuns don't get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child."

Mark stared at me in shock. He opened his mouth, closed it and then kissed me on the forehead. "I'm sorry. It's not fair that I'm having all these children with the sluts and the other women, but...."

"It's okay, Mark," I lied. I needed the Gift more than having lots of kids. "We'll have one child, at least."

"One daughter," Mark grinned. "I told my sperm, remember?"

I laughed, genuine joy bursting from my lips. "It doesn't work that way, Mark."

"Sure it does. Willow told me so. She's an OB/GYN."

I rolled my eyes, feeling such delight swirling through me. But if we had a daughter, I would never get to name a son Albert after Mark's grandfather. Mark loved his grandfather, dead before he ever met me, but hated the name. He objected every time I said I wanted to name our son that. I think he insisted on a daughter just so he wouldn't have a child named Albert. He wanted to name our daughter Chasity in memory of the loving woman who gave her life to save me.

"Fine, if we only have one child—"

"A daughter," Mark corrected.

I gave him a look, and then a mischievous grin crossed my lips. "Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta. Chasity Alberta Glassner."

Mark Glassner

Fuck. That was almost as bad as having a son named Albert. I opened my mouth to object when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary's outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.

"Master, Mistress," she said, sitting down on a chair across from us.

Mary smiled at her and then climbed off me. Jessica's eyes fell on her messy cunt and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk's edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife's pussy and licked my cum out of her.

My dick throbbed as I watched Mary grip the slut's honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn ponytail swung down her ivory back. I stared, entranced at the beauty of my wife, her perky breasts jiggling. I admired the lovely swell of her baby bump. Time seemed to stop for me. I just drank in her passion as she gasped and moaned.

I don't know how long it took for her to orgasm, but it seemed like only a few seconds of me drinking in the beauty of my wife, her body radiant with our daughter growing inside her, before she came. She gasped and moaned, bucking as she climaxed on our slut's mouth.

My dick throbbed, listening to Jessica's tongue lap up my cum and Mary's cream as my wife came. I shuddered, letting out a hungry groan, suddenly so eager to have another romp. I had stamina thanks to my Pact with the Devil.

"Mmm, that was good, slut," Mary purred. "Just licked me clean in no time."

"It was my pleasure, Mistress," Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.

"Now bend over the desk so my husband can fuck your ass," Mary ordered her.

I smiled at Mary. She was such a loving wife who always made sure my needs were taken care of. Her green eyes twinkled as she watched me stand, my dick thrusting hard before me. She also took such pleasure in watching me fuck another woman at her command.

Jessica draped herself over the desk, shaking her delicious rump at me. I hiked her gray skirt up and over her caramel ass. She wore no panties, her pussy and asshole always available to be used just the way a good slut should be.

"Are you ready to run the city?" I asked, guiding my cock between her butt-cheeks and pressing my tip into her asshole.

"Yes, I am, Ma... Fuck!" Jessica gasped as slammed my dick into her tight, velvety bowels.

"Good," I groaned, savoring her asshole engulfing my cock. I drew back, the friction of her anal sheath incredible on my dick. "Mare and I are heading back to Tacoma soon."

"I'll make sure things run smooth, Master!" she panted, her bowels clenching on my dick, her hips bucking into my thrusts.

My crotch smacked into her ass, my balls thwacking her taint. Pleasure raced down my cock and into my body. "I know you will. I have complete faith in you."

Her dark face flushed as she threw a look over her shoulder. "Thank you, Master! I won't let you down."

I shuddered, her asshole so tight, hot as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her velvety bowels hard. Her butt-cheeks jiggled as I plowed her. The desk creaked as she took every stroke of my dick. The thwack-thwack of my balls on her taint echoed through the room.

Mary watched with smoldering, green eyes.

"I don't trust the new head of Seattle's Police," I continued, my voice throaty with pleasure. "Have her arrested. In fact, purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men, though."

"Oh, yes!" Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back into me as I fucked her faster and faster. Pleasure built in my balls. "That makes sense. She's a man-hater."

"Any women who are high up in the government I want arrested and interrogated," Mary commanded. She looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. "We'll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent later."

"Yes, Mistress!"

Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. "Is your asshole making my husband feel good, slut?"

"Yes, Mistress," Jessica answered, her bowels clenching down on my thrusting cock.

"Good," Mary smiled and kissed her.

"Fuck, that's hot," I groaned as I watched my wife kissing Jessica.

Their tongues danced together. Jessica whimpered, her bowels squeezing so hard on my dick. The pleasure surged through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I pistoned my cock in and out of her bowels. Her velvety grip brought me closer and closer to exploding.

I grunted, loving every moment, savoring the way Jessica moaned into my wife's mouth. The slut's asshole massaged my dick. She whimpered, her rump bucking up into my thrusts, meeting my passion with her own.

"Such a slut!" I grunted, my balls on the verge of erupting. "I'm going to flood your bowels with so much jizz."

She just moaned into my wife's mouth as her answer, clenching her asshole tight about my cock.

The friction burned so hotly through me. I groaned, thrusting forward. I slammed my dick into the tight grip of her asshole. Heat rippled about my cock. I shuddered, my balls tensing, building towards an explosive release.

I buried into her bowels. Her velvety flesh caressed the tip of my dick. Sensations shot down my dick to my balls. I let out a might groan as my nuts tensed. And then they unloaded their jizz. My cum fired into Jessica's asshole.

"You fucking slut, yes!" I growled. "Such tight bowels. Take it."

Jessica whimpered, her bowels clenching so hard on my cumming dick, intensifying my pleasure. Stars danced before my eyes. I swayed, the pleasure burning through me. I sucked in deep breaths, panting, my heart racing.

I loved it.

My last blast of cum fired into her bowels. I landed over her, breathing heavily. Jessica whimpered, that frustrated sound of a slut just on the verge of cumming but denied the last bit of sensation she needed to orgasm. I could give it to her.

But sometimes it was fun denying the sluts what they craved.

I pulled my dick out of her asshole, panting as she wiggled her hips. My cum trickled white out of her sphincter, dribbling down her caramel taint to her waxed pussy. I loved the sight of my pearly seed glistening on her vulva.

Mary broke the kiss. "Clean his up cock, slut."

"Absolutely, Mistress," Jessica purred, no hint of her dissatisfaction that she didn't cum. She understood her place, reveling in serving us.

Licking her lips, she knelt before me, and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth. I shuddered, loving the thrill of the woman cleaning her own ass off my cock. Her cheeks hollowed, my dick throbbing as her warm, wet tongue swirled around, scrubbing my shaft and sensitive tip like a good slut.

I smiled at her. Her dark eyes twinkled at me.

Mary slipped off the desk. She stroked Jessica's head and said, "You'll do just fine. We both love you."

Jessica beamed around my cock.

The door banged open, and Sam walked in, flanked by her toy Candy. Sam's round face, skin the shade of dusky-olive of South-East Asia, furrowed. "I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona."

"What?" I asked her as Jessica's mouth released my cock with a wet plop.

"It's possible she's a trap," Sam answered. "Fiona was left alone in the mayor's house with none of Lilith's children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted the warehouse. But she left Fiona exposed and alone."

"Lilith meant for her to get captured?" Mary asked.

Sam nodded. "What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her? Fiona's a Warlock, right?"

"Yeah," I answered. "She's made some Pact with Lilith."

"Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow? If you try to exorcise her, it's possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you."

Mary paled, swallowing, her hands clutching her pregnant belly. A chill ran through me, skin prickling.

Candy nodded, her garish hair, a mix of pink and cotton candy blue, swayed about her shoulders. "It's what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!"

"Then how do we interrogate her?" Mary asked. "I'm not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark." After my shooting, I freed the sluts. Three of them—Thamina, Fiona, and Noel—chose freedom. Thamina and Fiona then joined up with Lilith.

Though they were traitorous bitches, it left a queasy feeling in my stomach thinking about torturing her. But we needed to know about Lilith's plans. And then something in my brain fell into place. "Maybe there is a way," I said, glancing at my wife. "When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?"

And though Fiona betrayed our Gods, she could not resist our Goddess's love.

—The Gospel of April 45:10

Fiona Cavanagh - Murano Hotel, Tacoma, WA

I lay on the hotel bed watched by two of Mark's disgusting bodyguards. They still wore the same ridiculously slutty, cop outfits they had when I was a slut. Though the gold chokers with their number printed on them were new.

How degrading. Mark couldn't even call them by their names. He just assigned them numbers. A pig who viewed women as nothing more than objects to satiate his myriad, twisted lusts. And that whore he married was even worse. Not only did she tolerate his degrading behavior, but she encouraged it by finding women and serving them up to him so he could feast upon them.

I didn't recognize the two bodyguards. Of course they were beautiful. The Hispanic guard's large tits looked about ready to spill out of her top, and she wore no bra to give those large breasts any support. Poor thing. Her number was 127. Next to her stood 126, a porcelain-faced, Korean beauty. When did he get that many bodyguards?

I gave a snort of laughter. He'd taken over the entire country, and would soon control the entire world. He'd driven my Goddess from her place of power. And here I was wondering when he expanded his cadre of whores.

I needed to get my priorities straight.

I curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow. I thought about Thamina, hoping she was okay. And Ziki, my daughter with Lilith. She'd been masquerading as Nate Kirkpatrick, head of Human Resources for the city of Seattle. Were they alive? The warehouse had burned down. Did Thamina escape? She could make a portal to the Shadows, so she should have been able to escape. I didn't want to lose my dusky, Arab princess.

She must have escaped.

Right?

And what was going to happen to me? Would Mark try to make me his whore again? No. My deal with Lilith should protect me from his control. So what would they do to me? Ra*e me? Torture me for information? I remembered how they treated Karen when she attacked them. They degraded her, broke her spirit until she agreed to be their little slut. Would they do that to me? Force me to be their whore again and wear that loathsome choker?

For a moment I couldn't breathe, remembering the choker tight about my neck, strangling the will and dignity out of me. No! I was a free woman! I would not submit to their vile lusts again!

At noon, the guards brought me a hamburger and fries for lunch. If I had any hope of escaping, I needed to keep my strength up. That's what people always say in movies in these situations. Keep my spirits up, keep my strength up, and wait for my captors to mess up. Then I could take my chances with an escape. After I ate, they let me use the bathroom, but one of the guards, 127 and her huge tits, followed me in.

As I sat on the toilet pissing, I eyed her gun. I could go for it, grab it and shoot my way out.

The guard shifted, sensing my gaze and turning her body so the gun was on the other side. A warning look flashed across her dark face. I flushed, kicking myself. Now they would be more careful. When I finished peeing, the guard watched me wipe myself.

"You can take a shower," 127 told me.

"Are you going to watch?" I asked.

She gave me an apologetic smile. "Those are my orders. You should get used to this. Criminals always get watched."

"Is that what I am?" I asked, a bitter taste in my mouth. I reached into the shower and turned the knobs.

"Of course," she answered. "You served their enemies."

"We're fighting for you," I told her as I disrobed. "For every woman oppressed by a man."

"I'm not oppressed."

I laughed. "Then why do you dress like a slut? You do it for Mark's perverse amusement."

"And why shouldn't my God delight in my form? Aren't I a gorgeous, sexy woman?"

"You're his slave! His toy!"

"So? I chose to be their slave." Her eyes burned with fervor. "When I saw them wreathed in flames, standing triumphant before that false god Brandon, I knew I had to serve them. I quit my job, dumped my boyfriend, and traveled here." An exultant smile filled her face. "And they let me serve them. A flawed, imperfect human unworthy of their time or attention. Being their whore is a small price to pay." She let out a long, low sigh. "No, it was a wonderful price to pay. Her pussy tastes divine and his cock feels magical as it pistons inside me!"

I stared dumbfounded at her. I slammed shut the shower curtain with a clattering rustle. She was like Alison and the other sluts who chose to stay with him. No, she was worse. The other sluts were clearly suffering from Stockholm syndrome. But this woman chose Mark.

I shuddered at the thought.

"Guards have died for them. Why would you choose that?" I asked.

"I was a cop. I already decided to put my life on the line for others. This is no different." There was a pause. "No, this is very different. They're the Living Gods. The hope for mankind in defending against the demons. Like your foul Lilith!"

I stiffened. "My Goddess just wants to liberate women from the oppression of men! We are not objects to be used and discarded at their whims! We're smarter, more compassionate, more loving. We're not violent. We wouldn't cause war and suffering!"

She snorted a laugh. "Trust me; women can be just as violent, oppressive, and harmful as men."

There was no talking to this bimbo. I turned my back and tried to enjoy my shower. With the curtain shut, I almost felt alone. Almost. I tried to ignore her shadow, the sound of her booted heels clicking on the tiled floor, and the muffled squawk of her radio.

"You're clean," 127 barked, growing impatient.

I shut off the water. A towel was flung over the curtain. I dried myself off, wrapping it around my hair. I opened the curtain and put on a terrycloth robe with the hotel's monogram. It was so surreal to wear something so nice when I was a prisoner.

Why were they treating me so well?

I found out when I entered the hotel room. Mark and Mary awaited me.

My blood chilled as Mark's blue eyes fixed on me. I suddenly felt naked. I clutched the robe tight around me. Oh, Goddess, this was it. He would try to make me his whore again. I froze in place, my body twitching and trembling. My heart thudded. I needed to be strong. I had to survive for Thamina and for Lilith. They could only harm my body. Not my mind.

Not my soul!

"Hello, Fiona," Mary purred.

I flushed.

My eyes slid to her, and I remembered just how beautiful she was, the most gorgeous, sexy, radiant woman in the world. A warmth spread through my loins. I licked my lips, memories of how soft and wet her lips were flooding through my mind. I used to love nursing at her perky breasts and worshiping at her delicious cunt—sweet and spicy and wonderful on my tongue.

Goddess, what was wrong with me?

My nipples hardened. The terrycloth robe rubbed pleasantly on my sensitive nubs. Tingles shot down my body, reaching into my pussy, igniting a fresh fire. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to relieve the ache in my loins.

"I see that you're not immune to all my powers," Mary cooed.

"How?" I asked. Mark had tried to give me orders already. "Lilith protected me from your mind control. We made a Pact!"

"I wished for all women to desire me," Mary answered. "Lilith told me it wasn't mind control. It merely lowered your inhibitions until you can't control your desire for me."

Mary stood and slipped off the light, green dress she wore. She was naked underneath, beautiful, perfectly formed. Oh, Goddess, she was right. I wanted her so bad. I struggled, forcing my desire down. I pictured Thamina. I just needed to focus on my wife and fight these desires.

Mary sauntered to me, her hips swaying. Her stomach was round, her pregnancy starting to show. I wanted to kiss her belly and rub my face against her silky skin. Her perky breasts bounced, looking fuller than last time, riper.

My mouth salivated.

"Mmm, I've missed you, Fiona." She stood just a foot away, her eyes green pools, shining with lust. I shuddered as she touched my arm. I could feel her fingers through the terrycloth. "Why don't you take that off so we can get reacquainted?"

It was just one little request. And it was so hot in here. It wouldn't hurt. Right?

I slipped the robe off my shoulders. It caressed my flesh as it fell down my back and ass, pooling on the floor around my feet. Her eyes fell on my full breasts, swaying as I moved. She licked her lips, a pleased delight tingling through me.

She found me attractive.

My hand reached for her, eager to touch her body again. I almost cupped her breast when I froze in shock. What was I doing? I couldn't lose control. I pictured my wife, remembering Thamina's round, dusky face and dark eyes shining with love.

I had to be strong!

I pulled my hand back and stepped away.

Mary frowned. I froze in place, my heart trembling at the sorrow I had caused. I didn't want to disappoint her. I wanted to make her happy. I didn't retreat as she reached out, her hand touching my stomach. I shivered as she caressed down to my fiery-red bush, fingering my pubic hairs.

"You let your muff grow out," Mary said, sounding more disappointed.

"Yes," I answered, trying to sound defiant instead of eager. I failed.

Mary stepped closer, her dusky nipples inches from brushing my breasts while her face swam before me. I licked my lips as she leaned in. I closed my eyes, trembling. I melted into her lips when they touched mine.

I felt so guilty for betraying my wife. But I just couldn't resist Mary. She was too perfect. Like Lilith.

My arms wrapped around Mary, pulling her beautiful body into mine. Our breasts met, nipples kissing with the same passion as our lips. I moaned, rubbing my flesh against her, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my body.

Her hands slid around my waist, cupping my ass. She squeezed, fingernails biting into my flesh in the glorious way they had when I was her slut. Her tongue claimed my mouth. It swirled through me, sending dizzy waves through me.

I gloried in her lips.

Then whimpered in disappointment when she broke the kiss.

She turned, her plump ass swaying as she strolled to the bed. She stretched out on it, looking like a pinup model, her breasts jiggling as she lay on her side, her belly with just that ripe plumpness about it of new life. She beckoned to me with a single finger.

Smiling, I hurried to the bed and slid next to her. Out of the corner of my eye, Mark's leered at us, blue eyes drinking in the sight of us. I didn't care; all that mattered was extinguishing the inferno Mary had stoked in my pussy.

I kissed Mary, my hands cupping her perky breasts. I reveled in the pliant feel of them as our tongues danced. I fingered her nipples, rubbing the hard nubs. She whimpered so deliciously into my mouth, trembling with passion.

I kissed down her chin, nuzzling into her neck. I tasted her skin, glorying in it. Such a perfect woman. Her fingers left trails of fire as she traced my flesh, stroking idle patterns into my curving rump. It inspired me to kiss lower and lower. I reached the swell of her breast, rubbing my cheek into her tit. I enjoyed Mary's mewls of pleasure as I brushed against her hard nipple.

"Where is Lilith?" she asked.

I froze, my lips about to engulf her nipple. I looked up at her questioning eyes. "I can't tell you that."

"Why not?" Her hand fondled my breast, thumb rubbing across my fat nub. "It would make me so happy. And then I'll make you very happy."

I so wanted to make her happy. But Lilith was my goddess. "I'm sorry," I croaked. "I can't."

Her finger found my nipple, gently circling my areola. Pleasure shot down to my molten cunt. My lips engulfed her nipple. Maybe I could make her happy another way. I sucked, swirling my tongue about her hard nub, my other hand questing between her legs. I discovered her dripping wet pussy.

I teased her outer lips, then found her hard pearl and gently rubbed it. Her clit felt so hard beneath my dancing fingers. Her juices made my touch so slippery. She was so hot. I sucked so hard on her nipple, making her moan and squirm.

"Mmm, that's nice," Mary purred. "You want to make me happy, don't you, Fiona?"

I popped my mouth off her nipple and slipped two fingers into her cunt. "I do."

"Then tell me where Lilith is."

"Africa," I groaned before I could stop myself. Mary's hips writhed beneath me. "A tiny village in Africa. The Congo, I think."

"Good, Fiona," Mary purred. Then she pushed my head down. "You can use your mouth to please me."

I kissed her round stomach, rubbed my cheek through her pubic hair, still styled into a fiery heart, and reached her wet, beautiful pussy. I breathed in her sweet, spicy fragrance. I nuzzled into her, my nose pressing into her labia.

And then I spread her pink lips open. I gazed into her depths before I dove my tongue into her hot folds. I licked, her cream melting on my tongue. How I missed this wonderful flavor. Missed this perfect pussy. Why did I ever leave it?

Mary moaned, arching her back as my tongue dove into her sheath. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her tight against my mouth. I wiggled my tongue through her depths, lapping, licking, worshiping this wonderful cunt.

"127, suck my cock," I heard Mark order.

"With pleasure, sir!"

I heard a metallic rasp then a sloppy, sucking sound. I ignored it. Let the pervert watch. Nothing mattered as long as I made Mary happy.

My tongue probed her hole, fucking into her while my fingers reached around her hips to pinch gently at her clit. I massaged her little bud, rolling it between my digits as I swirled my tongue through her depths. She whimpered, arching her back, perky breasts jiggling, green eyes smoldering.

"So good," she purred. "You remember how to love a woman."

"Uh-huh," I panted. "I practice on Thamina all the time."

Mary seized my strawberry-blonde hair in a tight grip. She pulled, pressing my mouth harder into her cunt. Her hips writhed, smearing her hot pussy across my hungry mouth. I licked and nuzzled, loving every moment of pleasing this goddess.

Her sweet and spicy juices filled my mouth. I had missed this taste. This amazing flavor. I groaned, digging my tongue deep into her snatch. I wiggled it through her pregnant pussy, swirling against the silky walls, gathering more and more of her delicious juices. My fingers kept rubbing her clit, driving her wild

"Oh, fuck, that's nice!" she gasped, grinding that delicious snatch on my lips. "You fucking whore! I'm gonna cum all over your pretty, little face!"

That sounded wonderful.

Her pussy walls clenched on my probing tongue. Her back arched, her belly's curve swaying before my gaze, her firm tits jiggling. Such rapture transformed across the goddess's face as I pleasured her delicious pussy.

I drank her juices. I lapped them up. They coated my lips and chin. Her sticky passion dripped from them. I loved it, savoring her musk dribbling down my cheeks and chin. I felt so utterly nasty, a lesbian whore for my goddess.

"Yes, yes, eat my snatch!" she groaned. "Oh, Mark, she's feasting on it."

"Once a slut, always a slut," the odious man grunted, fucking that poor woman's mouth.

I ignored him, concentrating on the delicious pussy before me. I lathed across her waxed-bare vulva. I licked her labia, exploring and teasing every inch of her folds. My finger danced on her bud as I pleasured her, making her squeal and groan.

She loved it.

I massaged her clit harder and really worked my tongue into her cunt's depths. I fucked my tongue into her depths, feeling her passion grow molten hot. She whimpered, her body heaving as I drove her wild.

"Oh, Mark, the little slut's going to make me explode!"

"Good," Mark growled. "Pleasure your goddess."

I ignored him, concentrating on the beautiful pussy. My fingers danced on her bud, my tongue swirling through her depths. She shuddered, tits heaving as I drove her wild with the pleasure of my licking mouth.

Her passion grew louder. Then she let out a loud moan. Juices gushed out of her pussy. I held tight to her hips as she writhed beneath my tongue's assault. Her orgasm burned so hot through her. I bathed in her cream, savoring every moment of pleasing this goddess.

"Drink it all down, slut!" howled Mary. "Ooh, yes, you love my pussy."

"So much," I whimpered, licking, lapping, gathering her cream.

"Drown her, Mare!" panted Mark.

"I am!"

I kept licking her, drinking the delicious juices that poured out of her cunt into my eager mouth. I gulped them down. Her cream ran down my chin and neck. My own pussy burned to be touched. I ached so badly for my own orgasm.

Would she pleasure me? Or would I just frig myself to an orgasm while she watched, her eyes drinking in my whorish passion. I shivered, lapping through her folds up to her clit as she whimpered in rapture.

"Fuck, that was amazing!" she panted, her hands pushing my head from her pussy. "Mmm, you haven't forgotten one bit about pleasing me."

"I haven't," I moaned, staring up her sweaty body, past her heaving breasts, to the smile on her lips.

I crawled up her body, my heavy breasts dragging across her skin. I shuddered as our nipples caressed each other. Then I leaned in and kissed her. Her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy, savoring the flavor of her passion.

I rubbed my cunt on her thigh, smearing my thick bush on her. My clit throbbed. I needed my orgasm so badly. I whimpered into the kiss, trembling, needing to beg to cum. I broke the kiss, staring into her green eyes.

"I need to cum so badly!"

Her lips twisted in a naughty smile. "I'll let you cum, if you tell me one thing."

"Anything," I begged, grinding my hot cunt on her thigh. I needed to explode.

"What is Lilith going to do next?"

I bit my lip. It felt so wonderful to rub my pussy on her thigh, relieving that ache inside me. But I couldn't tell Lilith's secrets. I let out a whimper.

"Tell me, slut," she purred, her hands cupping my tits, thumbs rubbing my nipples. "And I'll let you explode."

I let out a whining pant, feeling like such a bitch in heat. "A plague! Tir, one of her daughters, has been working on it."

"A plague?" Mark asked in alarm, pleasure vanishing from his voice.

"It's not ready," I quickly reassured him, then frowned. Why was I telling Mark anything?

Mary pressed her thigh up into my cunt. I rubbed harder on her, the pleasure driving my question from my mind. "What kind of plague, slut?"

"It... it..." I tried to speak. This was Lilith's deepest secret. I couldn't reveal it.

But Mary's thigh felt so amazing, so silky smooth. She was relieving this terrible ache inside me. She was giving me this great pleasure. It would be wrong of me not to tell her. She was a goddess. I had to please her.

"It will kill all the men," I gasped and then shuddered as my orgasm exploded through me. Pleasure rippled through my body.

"But it's not ready?" Mary asked.

"No," I whimpered as the toe-curling release flooded through me. It felt so wonderful to cum. I smeared my hot pussy on her leg, the ecstasy reaching my mind, bathing my thoughts in euphoria.

She slid out from underneath me.

"Mary?" I stared in confusion at her.

"Take her to the prison," Mary commanded preemptively. "Keep her gagged and watched at all times!"

127 and 126 grabbed me, a line of Mark's cum leaking down 127's face, dripping down to her dark, heavy breasts. "What, why?" I asked, my mind still addled with lust. "What's going on? I pleased you!"

"You sided with Lilith," Mary spat at me as she pulled on her dress.

"We let you go because we loved you," Mark said, his blue eyes hard with anger. "We would have left you alone! But you went to Lilith! That whore! You can rot in the jail while we figure out what to do with you!"

And then the guards dragged me out of the room. My thoughts cleared like a car window being defrosted. What I did came crashing down on me. I betrayed Lilith. And I betrayed Thamina. I collapsed in the bodyguards' grip, sobbing hysterically as they shoved a gag in my mouth.

My Goddess, what had I done?

Tir - Sangi, the Democratic Republic of Congo

I watched Thamina, my birth mother, sit disconsolately on the doorstep of a rough hut, staring into the jungle beyond.

Fiona, her wife, never made it to the rendezvous. She was dead or captured. My birth mother grieved her absence.

We were in one of the three villages filled with the women we rescued from several "refugee" camps in the jungles of Africa. In these camps, vile men called warlords would wander in and claim these women for their men to Ra*e. Well, Mother sent my sisters and me to save them. We made short work of a dozen of those bands. These women, recognizing the divinity of Mother, welcomed her embrace.​