Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"Why don't they fight back?" I wondered, watching the demons and my ghosts.

"They weren't ordered to," Karen explained. "They were only commanded to bring down the plane."

"Stupid of the Patriots," I muttered. "Lucky for us.

In moments, the ghosts had right wing cleared the right wing. But I had to see the other side of the plane. It shuddered and jostled like it flew through horrible turbulence. I gripped the seat's armrest, passing through the central row to the left side of the plane. I sat down at the window, Karen following me, and peered out at the wing.

My stomach clenched at what I saw. Huge chunks of the metal exterior were ripped away, metal twisted and rivets popped. I witnessed the exposed hydraulics and wires of the wing's innards, its network of muscles and veins. I didn't see any of the aerials here. The ghosts were firing at the back of the plane now.

Karen shifted onto my lap; her body felt strangely real despite being made of silvery fog. Then she stuck her head through the side of the plane. "There's a few more on the tail."

I heard worry in her words. "What else?"

"The tail's missing an elevator, Master." She looked at me with concern.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"You should buckle up, Master."

I swallowed and strapped in. 27 sat next to me, swallowing. I grabbed her hand; she squeezed mine back. She tried to hide the fear, but it was there in her eyes and the corners of her lips. I took a deep breath, my heart racing and--

The plane dropped. My stomach rose up into my guts as my body tried to lift from the seat. The belt held me in place as the plane dived downward. The engines whined in protest, the plane groaning. People screamed in fright. It took me a moment to realize I was one of them.

The plane leveled out for a moment, everything shuddering. I clutched Karen's ghostly body on my lap as the plane pitched up and down rapidly. The fuselage groaned under the stress. The wings flexed. Bits of metal and parts ripped off by the winds.

"It's not that bad, dying," Karen said with a comforting smile. "It's like falling asleep."

"But I'm not ready," I said. "I want to see my daughter being born."

Joslyn Palmer - Air Force One

"Mayday, mayday, mayday!" I calmly broadcast over the radio, fighting with the control stick of my plane. My God's life was in my hands. I pulled on the yoke, arresting another steep dive. I glanced at the altimeter, 20,750 feet and descending, but not as fast as we had plummeted a minute ago. "This is Air Force One declaring an emergency!"

"Copy your Mayday. This is Anchorage control. What is the emergency?" It was reassuring to hear how calm the air traffic controller sounded.

"I have one dead engine, and multiple control surfaces damaged, descending through angels twenty."

"Engine three is on fire," Lydia, my copilot, reported as she reached for the flashing red knob on the control panel above the windshield. She pulled it, deploying the fire extinguisher.

"Feather three," I ordered, my hands clutching the yoke with a death grip. My right thumb keyed the radio button on the stick, "Air Force One; we've lost a second engine. We need a bearing to the nearest runway."

"Copy that, Air Force One," Anchorage control responded. "Turn to Heading 47. You're 102 miles out from Anchorage."

Shit! "We'll try to hold it in the air that long. We've achieved stable flight for the moment."

"Copy that. Coast guard has been advised and is sending a cutter if you have to put it down in the water."

"Copy that." I glanced at Lydia. "Throttle up."

"Raider 3 to Air Force One, your plane has been swept clean of the... uh... gremlins," one of the F-22 pilots, flying in formation with us, reported. "Be advised, you are missing the port elevator, and I see a lot of damage to your flaps. Good luck."

"Thank you, Raider 3."

Ten years of flying planes and training in simulators, and I'd never thought I'd actually have to worry about gremlins ripping my plane apart. If it wasn't for all my training, I would be falling apart right now. I glanced at my copilot; she was as pale-faced as I felt.

I keyed up the PA, and said to the passengers and my God, "We're heading to Anchorage for an emergency landing. It's twenty minutes out. We may be ditching in the ocean."

Things went relatively smoothly for the next ten minutes. My heart never once stopped hammering as my eyes kept checking the PFD and EICAS panels every second. My hands grew sore and my palms chaffed as I fought to keep the plane level. I could see the coast ahead. We were getting nearer and nearer to Anchorage.

To safety.

And then came a loud, shuddering clunk. Warning lights flashed above: fire in engine one. Lydia quickly pulled the fire extinguisher and feathered the engine. I couldn't take my hands off the yoke, or we'd pitch down into the ocean.

The last engine whined, damaged by those fucking gremlins. We slowed down. The whine seemed to grow worse and worse. "The intake fan blades must have been damaged," I muttered. "Maybe a piece of the wing had been sucked inside."

"Just has to last us another seven minutes," Lydia said. "We're almost there."

I nodded, watching the coast of Alaska grow larger and larger, the Alaska Range towering beyond, white and gray above the green forest. Then we crossed over land, coming closer and closer to safety at Anchorage.

Engine four gave one last, loud whine, then went silent. A deathly quiet stole over the cockpit for a heartbeat. The only sounds were the many warning alarms.

"Are we gliding?" Lydia asked.

"Yes. Pitch for glide," I ordered automatically.

Lydia reached for the hydraulic controls and extended the flaps, maximizing our wing surface as we glided towards the airport. It was all up to inertia now. If we had enough air speed we could make it to the airport.

Our altitude started dropping faster.

"There's the airport," Lydia reported.

I keyed the radio, "Air Force One to Anchorage Tower."

"We see you, Air Force One," the tower controller radioed. "You're coming in a little shallow. Recommended you throttle up a bit."

"We are deadstick, Anchorage." No engines, no power.

"Well... uh... good luck, Air Force One."

"Gears down," I ordered Lydia.

She hit the controls. Waited. "Gears down."

The ground was rushing up fast. The calm, monotone computer's voice announced our Above Ground Level: "500. 400. 300. 200."

I glanced at the PFD; our airspeed was 173 knots. Too fast. It would be a rough landing. Since we were coming in shallow, I wasn't sure if we would land on the runway, or in the grass before it, so I couldn't afford to slow down.

"Assume brace position," I ordered through the PA.

"100. 50. 40."

I flared the plane and we touched down hard, the yoke jerking in my grasp. We both flipped the air brakes while jamming down on the brake pedal. The plane squealed across the runway, tires smoking. The terminal grew larger and larger ahead.

My stomach tightened. We weren't slowing down enough. We didn't have the engines, so there were no reverse thrusters to help slow us down. And the end of the runway was coming up fast.

A loud, metallic, shearing sound shivered through the fuselage. The plane lurched suddenly to the left and off the runway. The plane's wheels hit the field. The front landing gear folded and the nose dropped, punching into the ground. Clods of dirt and grass flew up like the bow wave before a ship. Then we came to a shuddering stop.

"I think we're alive," Lydia breathed. She looked out her window. "Holy shit! Half the right wing sheared off."

I swallowed. That's why we lurched left. With only the left wing providing drag, it yanked us over hard. If the right wing had failed while we were still airborne, we would all have died. I let go of the yoke. My hands shook as I massaged my palms.

Off in the distance, sirens blared, rescue coming.

Look upon the example of April and Violet, setting aside their petty grievance to love each other beneath our Living Gods' gaze.

--The Slave Chronicles 13:1

Mark Glassner - Mall Field, WA

The backup VIP plane touched down safely at Mall Field, a new airport built by the Army Core of Engineers. With Seattle fallen to Lilith, Boeing Field was in her hands and Sea-Tac lay too close, so we had this airport built where the South Hill Mall used to lay before being bulldozed down last December. Mary and I had claimed most of South Hill for the Theocracy, as our empire was being called, moving out the residents to new homes. We were pouring resources into building up the seat of our government. Mall Field was half completed; temporary buildings had been erected to serve as the hangar and terminals, and only one runway had been constructed so far.

No one was seriously injured in our crash landing at Anchorage. Within the hour, we were airborne on the backup plane, an almost identical version of Air Force One. It was part of the fleet of planes that traveled with me, ready in case something went wrong with the main plane. The remaining flight down to Washington State was, thankfully, uneventful.

"Mark!" Mary shouted, waddling towards me as fast as her pregnancy would allow from our limo.

The sight of her sent a new wave of life through me. I'd survived again. I returned from danger to my wife and our unborn daughter. I spread my arms wide and scooped her up with care, cautious of her round belly pressing against me. I feared hurting our unborn daughter. I kissed her and rested a hand on her belly. Mary's hand rested on mine.

Baby Chasity gave a kick.

"She's as excited to see you as I am," my wife laughed, breaking our kiss.

I smiled, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

The women traveling with me were greeted by their loved ones. Leah was wrapped up into a three-way hug with her spouses, Jacob and Rachel, and one of the maids hugged her husband who worked maintenance on our planes. Not wanting to split up couples, we found work for any of the maids' or other employees' spouses. Xiu embraced Korina warmly; the two sluts had become close in the last few months. Violet found her girlfriend Cindy, one of the maids who accompanied me. April watched the pair with a disgusted look on her face.

From what I'd gathered, Violet and April started dating last August, but it all fell apart in February when Violet was caught cheating on April with Cindy. Since then, April has spent many nights crying on Mary's lap.

The sluts who stayed behind bustled up to greet me. Jessica gave me a warm hug and a kiss, followed by April. Alison and Desiree weren't here so they must be out hunting down Warlocks. These days they only stopped in once every few weeks. Both women had changed, becoming more graceful, lean, and confident. But there was a hard edge to them. After Desiree's Ra*e by Brandon last September, both had a bitter hatred of other Warlocks.

"Welcome back, Master," Violet smiled, pointedly ignoring April, and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"Thank you," I grinned, stroking down to grip her ass.

"Let's get you home, Mark," my wife said, a motherly protectiveness lurking in her eyes.

"Definitely, Mare," I told her.

Mary, the sluts, and I piled into the back of one of our armored limos. My wife cuddled up next to me while April and Violet, shooting each other dirty glances, sat as far apart as possible. I sighed, getting tired of their constant sniping. I wanted my sluts to love each other. "April, Violet."

"Yes, Master," they said almost in unison. Then they glared at each other.

"I want you two to sit next to each other."

"Yes, Master." Both had a sullen tone and neither looked pleased as the sluts rearranged themselves.

I glared at them both. "Now, you both are slut-sisters, and it's time you forgave each other."

"Why do I need to forgive her?" April said, pain in her eyes, her bushy hair sweeping about her shoulders. "She cheated on me!"

Violet flinched and said, her voice quiet, "I'm sorry. It's just there's something really special about Cindy. I didn't want to hurt you or disappoint you. I still care about you."

"Whatev," April muttered, rolling her eyes.

"April, she can't help whom she falls in love with," Mary said gently, sounding like a mother talking to two children. "You'll meet someone special and understand. I've seen the way Hayfa looks at you." Hayfa was one of Willow's nurses, a willowy Arab woman who made the most delightful moans when she orgasmed.

April glanced at Violet and sighed. "Fine, I'm sorry for being a bitch to you."

"And I'm really sorry for the pain I caused you," Violet answered. "I just... I didn't want to disappoint you, but I ended up making it worse."

"I think you two should kiss," I said.

April Lovel

Part of me wanted to rebel against my Master's commands. It was bad enough apologizing to Violet, but to kiss her? She ripped out my heart. I loved her so much, and she was seeing the maid behind my back for months. Telling me she loved me while really doting on that cunt, Cindy.

And now Master wanted me to kiss her.

But his gaze was stern. And Mistress watched. I promised to obey him. He gave me the choice to be free once. I decided to stay. I was his slave. So I turned to April. Violet had such a cute look on her young face. She reached out and stroked my bushy, brown hair. I shuddered as her touch moved to my cheek. She stroked down to my chin, gripped it, and leaned her lips closer.

A strange welter of emotions bubbled through me. All the times we kissed before everything went wrong, all the times we'd made love, held each other. All those giddy feelings she stirred in me in the past rippled through me. Her lips drifted closer.

Then touched mine.

I stiffened at the feel of her lips. I squeezed my hands tight on my lap. Violet worked her lips, sighing softly as she kissed me. I shuddered, my heart beating faster and faster. This was what Master wanted. I was pleasing him by kissing her.

Even if she was a cheating slut, she was Master's cheating slut.

I relaxed into her kiss, my mouth moving against hers. I sighed, tilting my head, our kiss growing deeper and deeper. I felt Master and Mistress watching me along with the other sluts. They all smiled, watching the two schoolgirls kiss.

We must look so cute and sexy.

After another minute, we broke our kiss. I licked my lips, tasting her on me. I stared at her, trembling, my stomach clenching. I had to know. I had to understand. So I asked, "Did you ever love me, Violet?"

"I thought I did, but then I met Cindy," Violet answered, a smile blossoming on her lips. It felt nice seeing that smile again. "Whenever I saw her, my heart would thud so loud, and whenever we're apart I would think about her. I was happy just being in her presence. We didn't have to be making love, or even talking; just being in the same room was enough. Then I realized I just lusted for you, April."

"Wow," I said, my eyes widening. I examined my own emotions. I wanted Violet. I loved eating her pussy and feeling her lick mine. She was so cute and sexy, but... Did I miss her when I was working on my Gospel or other writing projects? When we were parted, I missed her in my bed. But did I miss her company of the pleasure she gave me? "That sound so intense."

"It is," Violet answered. "It's like she...um..."

"She completes you?" Mistress asked. She gave Master a fond smile which he returned.

"Yeah," Violet grinned. "I know it sounds kinda corny, but she does complete me."

"Wow," I said. And... It didn't hurt so much. It made sense. She found someone who gave her what I couldn't. And maybe... Maybe I should move on. Hayfa did make me tingle. Maybe...

"Now that you two have made up," Master said. "Show me just how much you love each other."

"Yes, Master," Violet said and then gave me a wicked grin.

I shuddered as her hands shot to my white blouse. Her fingers worked with deft skill, unbuttoning my blouse swiftly--I was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl as usual--and exposed my round breasts and dark nipples.

I shuddered as Violet cupped my milk-laden breasts. I was sore but held off on nursing my daughter today, letting one of the wet nurses feed her. I wanted to have milk for Master. Violet's finger caressed my right nipple. I gasped, creamy milk beading the nub as a tingle raced through my body.

"Yum," Violet purred as she lowered her head.

And latched onto my nipple.

I shuddered as the schoolgirl nursed my sweet, motherly delight from my breast. I shuddered each time my nipple throbbed. It squirted into her mouth, shooting through her and making me whimper. My eyes rolled back into my head at the amazing suction.

"Oh, yes!" I sighed, grabbing Violet's pigtails and loving her embrace.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mistress rub Master's dick before she reached across him and grasped Xiu's nipple piercing. She yanked the Asian slut towards Master's shaft. Xiu gasped and smiled, then sucked my cock into her lips.

Master gave Mistress a grateful kiss--she always liked to see that Master received his satisfaction--before he turned his attention back to Violet and me. He had such a naughty grin on his eyes as he watched his two schoolgirl sluts.

I had to please him. To make him happy. I had annoyed him with my pointless fighting with Violet. She was my fellow slut. We were both sex slaves, equals. We shouldn't fight. Not when we existed to please our Masters.

"She's sucking so hard, Master," I purred as I unknotted Violet's blouse. She had tied her tails beneath her tits, leaving her stomach bare. Like me, she was dressed like a naughty schoolgirl. "She's hungry for it."

"Yes, she is," Master said, his eyes watching with such interest as I exposed Violet's breasts.

Her tits were still tiny despite giving birth. They hadn't swelled up two cup sizes during her pregnancy like mine had. But she still lactated, producing as much milk as I did. I squeezed them, feeling her hot delight bead her nipples and stain my fingers.

Violet purred as I fingered her nubs, squeezing them and massaging her mother's milk into the hard nipples. That made her suck hard on my nubs, nursing with such hunger. My breast milk squirted into her mouth. She gulped down my cream.

"Oh, yes, Violet," I moaned, squirming, my pussy growing wetter and wetter with every hungry suck.

Then, like she could read my mind, her hand rested on my leg. I shivered as she slid up it. Her touch was hot, caressing me. She moved farther and farther up my leg, reaching the hem of my red-and-green tartan skirt.

And slipped beneath it.

Her fingers walked up my thigh, coming closer and closer to my snatch. I spread my legs wider, my pussy growing so hot. I moaned, the sounds mixing with Xiu sucking on Master's cock. He watched me shudder and groan as Violet found my pussy.

And jammed two fingers into my snatch.

"Violet," I groaned in delight, my pussy squeezing down on her probing fingers.

It felt so wonderful feeling her fingers pump in and out of my pussy. I trembled, my snatch clenching down on her as she plundered them over and over into me. I whimpered and squirmed. My breasts jiggled. Her eyes stared at me with such hunger.

I craved something more from her. I seized her pigtail and pulled her mouth from my nipple. She released it, not fighting me. I brought her delicate lips to mine. I kissed her, tasting my own creamy breast milk.

And then she gave me a wonderful surprise.

She shoved her tongue into my mouth. My eyes widened as I tasted my own breast milk. My tongue swirled with hers. Such wicked sensations trembled through me as we passed my creamy treat back and forth, the delight trickling down our chins.

"Damn, I love watching one woman taste her own breast milk on another woman's lips," groaned Master, Xiu sucking noisily at his dick. "So fucking hot. I almost came in Xiu's mouth."

I shuddered and broke the kiss, swallowing the last of my own milk. "Let's see if I can get you off by doing this, Master."

I felt his eyes on me as I kissed down Violet's neck. It was my turn to taste her breast milk. She kept fingering me, making me tremble, as I kissed at her snowy breasts. I reached her pinnacle, brushing her nipples. They had grown larger. I engulfed one, suckled.

She cooed in delight and ran her hands through my bushy, brown hair. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed harder. Every time her milk squirted into my mouth, she moaned in delight. I missed these sounds so much.

I was loving my fellow slut once more.

"Yes, yes!" Violet whimpered. "Suckle, April! Drink my motherly love! I love it!"

Those were such naughty words to hear. I shuddered and jammed my fingers into her pussy. We fingered each other while I suckled from her breast, pumping away our digits. Pleasure rippled through me as I made her squeak in delight.

Then she was kissing me and we were snowballing her milk back and forth as we squirmed on each other's nipples. We both whimpered and moaned, our tongues dueling, our pussies clenching on the other's fingers.

"Violet," I moaned as she sucked on my other nipple, milk flowing. More dribbled down my breast. "That's so hot."

Back and forth we nursed from each other. We'd take a few quick suckles and then swap. My nipples tingled. Our creamy treat ran down both our breasts, leaking out of our nipples as we shuddered on the limo seat. Our fingers plunged faster and faster, making such naughty sounds.

Just like Xiu made while slurping and sucking on Master's cock.

Then he leaned over to us. I gasped as he licked up my round breast, licking up my milk. He flicked my nipple before turning his head and gathering a line of cream from Violet's tit. I shuddered as he groaned in delight, savoring our milk.

"Violet!" I gasped.

"April!" she whined.

We stared into each other's eyes. We came like the sluts we were.

Pleasure exploded in my cunt. It spasmed through my body. I bucked and shuddered, screaming out my delight. My pussy spasmed on her plunging fingers while her hot twat convulsed on my pumping digits. Juices flooded out of us both.

And such wonderful pleasure surged through my body. I squealed and spasmed on the seat. I whimpered in pure delight. I kissed Violet, forgave her, and loved her as my slut-sister. We were the same.

We were owned. We were theirs.

And that was so wonderful.

Mary Glassner

I leaned over and engulfed Korina's nipple as Violet and April came like the wild sluts they were. I was so glad Mark was back and safe. I shuddered as comforting breast milk squirted into my mouth. Each woman had a slightly different taste: Korina was very sweet, April was mild, and Violet's had a richer flavor. Then I purred in delight as Mark stroked my pregnant belly.

I couldn't wait for my turn to nurse Mark.

I groaned as his fingers moved down my belly to my pubic mound. I spread my thighs, reveling in the taste of Korina's breast milk. He pushed between my thighs, stroking my waxed snatch. He stroked up and down my pussy lips, making me so juicy, before thrusting inside of them.

"Oh, Mistress!" moaned Korina as I nursed.

I shuddered, Xiu still sucking on my husband's cock while he fingered my pussy. I suckled hard at Korina's breast. The doll-faced slut whimpered as I nursed from her pillowy tit. Her milk flooded my mouth. But I didn't swallow it.

Watching those two sluts swap breast milk turned me on.

I popped my lips off Korina's nipple and hooked Mark's neck. I pulled his face to mine. He thrust a third finger into my pussy as our mouths met. He groaned as I shoved sweet breast milk into his mouth with my agile tongue.

His fingers jabbed so deep into my hot cunt. He grunted over and over as he orgasmed. Xiu made noisy gulps as my husband came in her mouth. I smiled into the kiss, feeling the pleasure rack my husband's body.

He fingered my pregnant snatch faster and faster. The excitement in the air had me quivering already. As the limo turned into the mansion's entrance, my toes curled in pure bliss. My body bucked. My snatch convulsed about his fingers.

Such pleasure shot through me. I held him so tight to my mouth. My husband had come back to me. He'd survived another attack by those damned Patriots. We came closer and closer to making the world a Utopia.

And soon, our daughter would be born. A little bit of Mark mixed with a little bit of me to create a whole new person. I quivered against him, my orgasm burning so hot through my pussy. My flesh spasmed on his digits.

"Welcome home, Mark," I breathed when I broke the kiss, both of us panting from our orgasms.

He gave me that boyish smile I loved so much.

I was born at 12:03 AM, May 2nd, 2013. It feels like a dozen lifetimes to me. Over sixty years ago, though you'd never know it to look at my flesh. The world celebrated my birth. They called me a demigoddess. But to my parents, I was merely Chase, their daughter. The symbol of their love.

--excerpt from The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner

Korina's breast milk lingered on my lips as the limo drove down the gravel driveway--only temporary--that led to our mansion. I couldn't wait until I could try Mary's breast milk. I wanted to nurse from my wife so badly.

Ahead, our mansion approached. It was an imposing structure, made of dark wood and stone with a huge porch supported by basalt pillars, reminiscent of government buildings. It was three stories tall, with two, long wings, only two stories tall, flanking the sides. Gardeners were everywhere, landscaping the grounds. They stopped in their work to kneel as our limo passed. Most of the gardeners were men who were boyfriends or husbands of the various women that served us: the maids, bodyguards, and the technical staff.

The limo pulled up before the main porch. A pair of maids waited there. They opened the limo's doors. "Master, Mistress," they purred, curtsying. They were all so lovely. I admired their breasts through their mesh bodices before I climbed out. Then I helped out my pregnant wife. She clutched her belly, swaying for a moment as I held her.

"Looking good," I said to her once she was settled. Together, we walked up the steps. "It looks like it's all coming together nicely."

"Yes, yes," Mary said, her face coming alive. "All the artwork I've... requisitioned has arrived, too."

I grinned at her. Mary was an artist herself, and now she had the chance to feel our home with all the great works of mankind from paintings to vases, statues to busts. Museums and private collectors were honored to hand over their art to improve their Living Gods' home. Everywhere you looked was decorated with something stunning as we headed to the east wing where our suite lay. Our suite was really its own apartment within the mansion. We had our own living room with a state-of-the-art entertainment cent, a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi--those had become Mary's best friend in the last trimester of her pregnancy--a spacious bedroom, an office for me, an art studio for Mary, and a nursery for our soon-to-be-born daughter.

"God, I missed you," Mary moaned the moment we entered our suite.

I smiled at her. "God? Cursing with my name?"

She rolled her eyes. "I've just been so horny."

"Your dad not satisfying you?" I asked. I didn't like her being with other guys. I didn't object because it was only fair that she could take whomever she wanted into her bed. But with her dad it was different. It was just hot. So naughty. I enjoyed watching them commit incest.

"Mmm, his dick isn't as big as yours," she purred before kissing me with passion.

Her tongue probed my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck. She clung to me, squirming against me. I drank in the feel of her lips and the way her pregnant belly rubbed into my stomach. My hands found the hem of her dark-blue maternity dress. I hiked it up and gave her plump ass a squeeze.

It had been a week since I'd seen my wife, and we were both missing each other. We shared our dreams, but it was more satisfying in the flesh.

Mary broke the kiss so I could pull her dress over her head. I dropped it to the floor as I took a step back to admire her naked body. She radiated such beautiful joy, such ripe, feminine delight. Despite her large, round stomach, she wasn't fat. Her skin had a lustrous shine to it, and her breasts were full, still perky, her areolas had grown larger, and a red tint darkened her dusky nipples.

"So beautiful," I whispered.

"Even when I'm all fat and ugly?" she asked.

"You could never be ugly." I shook my head. "Damn, I missed you so much, Mare."

She smiled and asked, "Even with all those hot, little Japanese schoolgirls begging to be fucked?"

"Well, they did help ease my loneliness," I said with a grin. "I should have brought a few home."

"Yes, you should have." She smiled. "I expect you to make it up to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

I kissed her hard. My dick throbbed as I stroked her naked body, caressing her smooth skin. She moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of my mouth on hers. I squeezed her ass--God, I loved her plump rump--as I savored her lips.

But my dick throbbed. I needed her.

She gasped as I scooped up her pregnant form and cradled her in her arms. She had such a beaming smile on her face as I carried her to our bedroom. I set her down on our bed with such care, watching her body stretch out, so ripe and inviting.

Her hands found my cock and stroked it. Her green eyes grew naughty. "Mmm, I need a dick in me."

"I think I can be persuaded to help with that."

"Persuaded?" she asked, rubbing her thumb across the tip of my dick. "What sort of persuasion?"

"That kind," I groaned, pleasure trembling through me.

I laid down next to her and scooped her up in my arms again. Our lips met, my tongue probing into her sweet mouth. I leaned over her, taking care to keep my weight off her stomach. I devoured her mouth as the tips of her hard nipples pressed against my chest. Her lips were wet and playful as she kissed me and nibbled on my lips, using her tongue to play with mine.

I felt tension, not all of it, from the attack melt away with every moment. I didn't have to be afraid any longer. I was with my wife. We were together. I'd survived one more time. I couldn't help but touch her pregnant belly, feeling the life growing in her.

Mary moaned. Her kisses grew more passionate as my left hand roamed up to her breasts. Her skin felt like silk. I enjoyed caressing her on my way up to her full breast. She whimpered into my kiss as I gave it a squeeze.

"Mmm, I need your cock in me," Mary purred. "I don't need any foreplay. The limo was more than enough."

"Then my horny filly will get all the cock she craves."

She smiled at me before rolling onto her side. Making love with a pregnant wife could be awkward, and we found it was most comfortable for Mary on her side. I grabbed a pillow and she slipped it under her stomach for support. I gazed at her, looking so beautiful, her auburn hair spread out around her head, her body so ripe.

My dick ached and throbbed for my goddess.

I spooned her from behind. My hard dick rubbed against her plump ass. She parted her legs, giving me access to her waxed pussy lips. She whimpered as I rubbed my dick against her soaked twat, her juices coating my tip.

"Don't tease me, Mark," she groaned. "Fuck me!"

"Naughty filly!" I grinned as I found the right angle to enter her.

"Horny stallion!" she groaned as I slid into her snatch.

I savored her tight pussy and her sweet moans. As I dove deeper and deeper into her. She quivered on the bed, squeezing me as my dick filled her snatch. I hugged her, sliding my right arm beneath her body, and gripped her full, plump breasts.

She felt so heavenly. I bottomed out in her and spent just a moment savoring her silky heat. Then she whimpered, wiggling her hips. My naughty filly needed to be fucked. I drew back my cock as I nuzzled into her ear.

"I missed your cunt," I whispered as I made love to her pussy. I didn't fuck her fast or hard. I took my time.

"Yes," she groaned, her hands covering mine on her tits. She squeezed my fingers into her flesh and moved my hands over her nipples.

The bed creaked and groaned as I pumped my dick in and out of her snatch. Her silky flesh gripped my dick. I shivered, the pleasure spilling through me. My strokes plunged deep and fast into her snatch. The rapture rippled through my body, my balls drinking in the heat of her snatch, preparing a load of cum for her depths.

She kneaded my fingers into her breasts as she groaned. Her silky back rubbed against my chest as she shifted. I kissed her shoulder and neck, nibbling on her flesh as her pussy squeezed down and relaxed on my dick.

"Oh, Mark, yes!" she groaned, her voice so sweet. "Mmm, stir me up with your big cock."

"I will," I groaned, thrusting harder. She loved telling me how big my dick was.

It inspired me to fuck her so hard.

I thrust faster. My groin smacked into her plump ass. She groaned, squeezing harder at my hands, digging my fingers into her tits. I found her nipples, pinching them as she squirmed on the bed. Her silky pussy massaged my cock, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust of my shaft.

I sucked at her neck, loving the taste of her flesh. She whimpered louder, the friction of her silky cunt building my orgasm with every stroke into her depths. Her hips shifted, moving as much as she could, fucking back into me.

"Yes, yes, yes, Mark!" she groaned. "Oh, god, this is what I need. I missed you so much."

"I missed my naughty filly," I panted, thrusting harder into her hot depths.

I nibbled on her ear as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Something wet coated my fingers. I smiled as some colostrum--first milk--leaked out, her body getting ready to nurse our daughter. I couldn't wait to taste her.

Mary moaned louder and rolled her hips, awkwardly fucking me back. The pitch of her passion rose an octave. I knew that sign. She neared her orgasm. I wanted to give her so much pleasure. So I slipped my hand from her breast down and brought it between her legs.

I found her hard clit nestled in her damp folds. Massaged it.

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Mark! Oh, God, yes!" she cried.

Her cunt became a vice on my cock as her back arched back into me. Then her pussy spasmed. I shuddered, pumping into her convulsing flesh, feeling my wife's orgasm shudder through her body. I drank it in, loving the pleasure she experienced.

Juices flooded out of her pussy, staining my fingers as they massaged at her clit. Her round belly rubbed on my arm as she shuddered. She whimpered in rapture, her twat sucking at my dick burying over and over into her.

Then she shuddered, her orgasm dying.

"Mmm, you did good, stud," she purred over her shoulder at me, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her lips, still driving my cock into her, my fingers still diddling her little pearl. "I bet I can make you cum harder."

"Mmm, then you better start fucking me harder, my randy stallion!"

"Naughty filly!" I growled and slammed my cock hard into her pussy.

"Oh, God, keep doing that and I'll explode!" she cried out. "Fuck me!"

My groin slapped against her ass. My cock enjoyed every inch of her hot, silky hole as I pumped my dick in and out of her depths. My finger ground a hard circle on her clit, lubed by her juices. The sweet, spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose. It gave me a heady, almost drunk feeling, and spurred me to fuck her harder and harder.

My balls tightened. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. I frigged her clit harder, rubbing it in faster circles. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. Then I did something naughty. I pinched her clit.

She spasmed hard. That felt amazing as her cunt squeezed down on my thrusting dick. My balls grew tighter, my cum on the verge of exploding once more as I plowed into her juicy depths. Her scent filled my nose. Her body writhed against me. I held her. Loved her.

"Fuck me, stud, fuck me!" Mary howled. "Make me cum! Ride your filly hard!"

"Yes!" I snarled, plowing so hard into her.

And then she came again. Her pussy exploded on me. Her juices gushed out, drenching my groin as her cunt convulsed on my cock. Her snatch sucked the cum right out of my balls. They tightened. I plowed into her, on the verge of my own orgasm.

"Fucking hell!" I grunted.

"Cum in me, Mark!"

I did.

I unloaded into her spasming sheath. My jizz pumped out of me. Over and over, it flooded into her snatch. I filled her to the hilt with my cum. The pleasure shuddered through me. I sucked in such deep breaths, my heart racing. It was so wonderful. So fantastic.

"My sweet Mare," I groaned, holding her as the final blast of my cum surged into her.

"Mark," she panted as her pussy milked my dick as the pleasure buzzed through me.

We were a sweaty mess as we cuddled on the bed, breathing heavily. We just enjoyed each other's presence. I kissed and nuzzled her neck while brushing errant strands of auburn hair off her drenched cheeks. My hands slid up, and I massaged her shoulders.

"Ohh, that's nice," Mary sighed.

"How's your back?" I asked her.

"Sore."

I slid away from her so I could knead my way down her back. I dug my fingers into her muscles, loving the silky feel of her. She had such a perfect back sweeping down to her plump ass. She whimpered and cooed as I worked.

"Lower," she murmured.

I reached her lower back, working at her muscles there.

"I think you missed your true calling."

"What? As a masseuse?" I asked.

She gave a peal of laughter. "You're not a woman, Mark."

I frowned. "What?"

"It's a masseur when it's a man," she giggled. "A masseuse is a woman."

"Guess I don't have the tits for it," I grinned at her.

"No, you don't," she purred, rubbing her back into my chest. "But I was thinking of a gigolo after that fucking you just gave me. Mmm, it was nice."

I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her. "You weren't half bad yourself."

"What are you implying? That I'm a whore?"

I froze. "Um, no, I didn't mean..."

Delicious laughter burst from her lips and a teasing look crossed her face. She rolled slowly over to face me, her belly nudging my flat stomach. She stroked my muscular chest, her smile fading.

"What?" I asked.

"You still feel tense. Lie on your stomach."

"Sure, Mare," I said.

I rolled onto my stomach, resting my head on folded arms. She rose with a groan, her swollen breasts and stomach swaying. Then she straddled me, rubbing her hot, juicy pussy into my ass as her hands, fingers surprisingly strong, dug into my muscles.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" Mary asked, voice soft, as she kneaded my shoulders.

"The Patriots attacked," I shrugged. "It happens all too often."

"You've never felt this tense after one of their attacks."

I hesitated. A part of me didn't want to admit my vulnerabilities. I was her husband, a god. I should be strong. But Mary knew me so well. I could be open with her. I could unburden myself. "I was helpless," I said, my stomach twisting. "Just sitting in my seat as we limped back into Anchorage. The plane was shaking, the engines on fire. Joslyn thought we might have to ditch in the water."

The memory of that helpless terror bubbled up inside me, holding Karen's spirit on my lap as the plane rattled and shuddered around us. My stomach rising and falling, wondering if the next plummet would be it. The one that crashed us into the Arctic Ocean.

"With all my powers, there was absolutely nothing I could do," I said, my voice strangely blank. "I couldn't fix the plane. I certainly couldn't fly it. Fuck, Mare, it seemed like an eternity before we landed. All I could do was hold 27's hand while Karen cuddled on my lap."​