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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Mayor Colton Bray – Tacoma, WA

The Majestic Brandon, the supreme God of mankind, gasped and moaned atop the almost comatose body of his wife, Desiree. I stood not far away before the great bonfire illuminating in the center of the Pierce County Jail’s exercise yard, my wife, Yoon, at my side. Desiree’s face was bloodied and battered. She was beaten unconscious for defying Brandon. The foolish woman was loyal to that false god Mark, and the Supernal Brandon had to brutally chastise her.

Shame filled me for ever worshiping Mark Glassner as a god. Luckily, Brandon had come along. He’d awakened me to his divinity and then captured the false god, Mark. That bastard lay imprisoned somewhere in this very jail, his body battered by Brandon’s soldiers.

There could be no doubt in my mind that Brandon was a God. I had been standing with Mark before the courthouse this morning when Brandon’s soldiers had attacked. Mark had fled like a coward, leaving me and my wife—whom he had fucked only moments before—to the mercies of his enemies.

But Brandon was merciful once Yoon and I swore our allegiance.

I gripped my wife’s hand. Yoon was a radiant creature, short and petite, her Korean face round and graced with a lush smile. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes sparkled. She had been a major support to me during the exhausting election campaign last year to become Mayor of Tacoma.

The heat from the fire washed over me, crackling with its hunger. We weren’t the only ones in the courtyard of the Pierce County Jail. Women captured by Brandon, but not selected for his personal harem, crowded naked and afraid under the watchful eyes of his soldiers.

“Why do you think our Lord needs this fire?” Yoon whispered.

“Something grand,” I answered her, exultation soaring in my soul. I was permitted in the God’s inner circle and allowed to witness him at his most intimate.

“Yes, it will be,” General Brooks said. He was a tall man, his graying hair balding. He stood with his back ramrod straight, dressed in army fatigues. He was the commander of the US Army’s I Corps and Joint Base Lewis-McChord. All the soldiers on the military base had joined Brandon’s cause, led by this man to attack Mark and usher in Brandon’s divine rule.

“What is the fire for, General?” Yoon asked with excitement.

“Our Lord God has commanded my silence.”

“Oh, of course,” Yoon said. “But will my husband and I be permitted to witness what grand action our God performs with it?”

“You two are necessary,” the General said, his face somber.

Yoon smiled and gave me an excited squeeze of her hand. “I’m so glad to be helpful,” she answered, concealing the true fervor of her feelings. “It is an honor.”

I nodded. “Indeed. Imagine our rewards.”

Yoon’s smile grew hungry. She was an ambitious woman. We had plotted out my political career so many times in bed, dreaming of claiming that ultimate prize—becoming President of the United States. Surely our God will reward my service.

“God, I love Viagra!” groaned our God. “Three times without rest.” He chuckled. “And I definitely feel like a fourth. What do you say, Desiree? Want to be on top this time? My knees are killing me.”

“I’d rather die, el de atras,” his wife slurred.

Yoon made a disapproving noise. Desiree deserved worse punishment than she had received for her continued insolence.

General Brooks marched over to Brandon. “My Lord, sunset approaches.”

Brandon rose, his naked body round and short. You would never know he was a God just by looking at him. But physical appearances were always deceiving. The God looked down at his battered wife, his seed leaking out of her raw pussy. Brandon ran a hand through his balding hair as he considered the woman.

“I can’t have you looking all ugly,” Brandon said with a shake of his head. He bent down and touched her. With a single muttered word, our God performed a miracle. Scarlet light enveloped Desiree. When the light faded, all of her injuries had been healed. “Stand up, Desiree. I want you to see something.”

His wife obeyed, rising on unsteady feet. She lifted her chin, her back straight, her face full of defiant pride. She was fit to be the God’s consort. I had never seen a woman more beautiful than her. From the creamy hue of nut-brown skin to the delight of her heavy breasts.

I prayed Brandon could break the spell poisoning Desiree’s thoughts and keeping her chained to the false gods.

“You are familiar with the Magicks of the Witch of Endor?” Brandon asked.

Desiree nodded.

What was the Magicks of the Witch of Endor? Was it a book?

“Well, it teaches a variety of ways to summon demons,” Brandon continued, leading his wife to the fire. “They all will make Pacts with you. The only problem is the cost. Most demons want your absolute worship and obedience to grant your wishes. While others will have you perform tasks that will seem innocuous, at first, but will actually lead to your downfall. There are only two demons that have fixed prices: Lucifer, whom Mark and I both have already dealt with, and Molech. Of course, Molech’s price is very demanding.”

Did our God get his powers from the same source as the false god? Confusion trembled through me.

Brandon stopped beside me and held out his hand. “General Brooks.”

From behind his back, where it must have been tucked into his belt, General brooks produced a long knife. The knife’s blade glinted orange and yellow in the firelight as it flashed through the air. What was he going to do with it? I stared in fascination at the blade.

Brandon struck, sinking the blade into my chest. Hot pain flared through me. My heart screamed in agony. I gaped at the knife buried between my ribs. My blood blossomed red through my white shirt.

Why did my God stab me?

Yoon screamed in horror next to me, her hands gripping my side. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask my god what I had done wrong to deserve such a punishment, but only blood poured out. Thick and salty, choking my words.

General Brooks shoved me into the bonfire. Fire engulfed me, licking at my flesh. I burned, agony pouring into my body. I tried to scream, but only fire escaped my mouth. I was being consumed, devoured, destroyed.

Yoon fell to her knees, sobbing her grief.

My God stared at me, clutching the bloody dagger. He spoke. “Molech, I give you this offering of noble blood.” His words cut through the roar of the fire and the agony of my torment. “Cloak yourself in coals and flames and appear before your humble supplicant!”

A fiery hand seized my soul and I was ripped from my body.

I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

Into fire.

A great, fiery being rose past me. The thing followed the path my soul fell, using my death to escape into the world. His name was seared on my soul: Molech. I was his, sacrificed to him by my God, my soul chained to the demon’s blackened soul. I landed on coals, my flesh cooking as other blackened skeletons howled around me.

I screamed and cursed my hatred of Brandon. He was no true god.

No god would brutalize his worshipers like this.

Agony kissed me. I rolled my body, trying to find comfort in the endless sea of coals. My flesh burned but was not consumed. Around me were all the victims who had been sacrificed to the terrible demon Molech, their flesh consumed over thousands of years. But they still writhed in pain, even reduced to nothing more than charred skeletons.

A flaming figure fell into the coals beside me and shrieked in pain.

“Yoon,” I moaned. My wife’s body was naked and blistered. Her thighs were blackened. I understood what that meant. Chained to Molech, I could feel his brutal lusts. I understood the price he would exact. My poor wife had known Molech’s embrace.

Anger roared into me. I crawled across the coals to my wife. I seized her hand. She squeezed back, sobbing flaming tears.

“Colton,” she moaned. “He… he…”

I grabbed Yoon, pulling her fragile form onto my stomach. I lay with my back to the coals, forcing myself to endure the pain to protect her for as long as I could. She shivered and writhed atop me, weeping flames onto my chest.

Another woman fell upon the coals, also brutalized by Molech. She screamed her torment. One by one, the bastard Brandon sacrificed woman after woman to the demon. They came at regular intervals. First five, then ten, twenty, forty, then sixty women howled about us, their flesh cooking.

I couldn’t do anything for them. I could barely protect my Yoon. I held her on my stomach until the pain was too unbearable, and then I would roll over, dropping her back on the coals as my belly pressed into the heat.

She would scramble to get onto my back, clinging to me. I didn’t know how long I could keep protecting her at the sacrifice of my own flesh. I loved her, but the pain was never-ending, all-consuming. Every moment I protected her increased my suffering.

Mad moments trickled through me where I hated her. Where I just wanted to dump her on the coals and witness her suffering. Why should I burn in agony alone? Why shouldn’t she suffer?

I fought those terrible urges down, clinging to my love. Her voice whispered in my ear, thanking me for my kindness. I clung to that, to her touch, to the memories we had when we lived. I fought against the oppressive pain of Hell.

As I howled, as I was lost to the pain, the chain about my soul shattered.

The coals grew cold. The torment ended.

Before I could understand why we had a reprieve, a figure fell into our midst. He was a scrawny being made of dying coals, his heat cooling like the fire pit around us had. I groaned, the pain fading, allowing me to regain my full senses. I stood and Yoon rose beside me. My burnt flesh faded into pink skin, my body healing.

I frowned. No, I didn’t heal; my body merely returned to the way I believed it should be. This wasn’t the material world. We were in the spiritual. This had been Molech’s realm, and he shaped it into the bed of coals to roast his sacrifices upon.

But now he lay broken and battered, groaning in pain. Something had happened above. Someone had defeated the demon and robbed him of his powers. A great, powerful hatred filled me. The other sacrifices rose, the fresh ones looking around, some with hatred on their faces, others fear. Many ran, fleeing the blackened skeletons cackling with madness.

The skeletons fell on Molech, tearing at his coal flesh. He screamed and howled as his victims feasted on him. The women who stayed, the citizens of my city of Tacoma, watched with obvious glee as their murderer was brutalized.

“What do we do?” I whispered, holding my wife’s healed body.

She looked around. A great, searing wind blew across the coals, reeking of sulfur. Molech was defeated, his power broken, but we remained condemned to Hell.

“You need to lead,” she whispered. “There have to be other horrors down here. You’re the Mayor. These are your citizens. Lead them.”

“How can I?” I swallowed hard, looking around at the blasted world. The coal beds stretched for miles, roaming with blackened skeletons, the victims of Molech who had been driven mad by eons of torment. The women who’d fled were seized by the twisted victims, pulled down and savaged by charred, bony fingers.

Fear clutched me. The victims had been tormented for so long they must have forgotten their humanity. All that made them good and caring was burned out of them. Eons of torment had only left rage.

And we were surrounded by them.

I had to be strong. My will had reshaped my body, so perhaps I could accomplish more. I swelled up, my body growing stronger. I was the Mayor of Tacoma. I had led a city of 203,000 people. My leadership was never needed more.

“Ladies,” I bellowed. “We have been freed from our tormentor. Your murderer has been defeated and is being brutalized, but now what do you do?” He pointed at the women that fled and the horrors stalking around them. “Will you flee into the night to be victimized again? Will you stand alone while the terrors of Hell make easy pickings of you?” It was like being on the campaign trail again, giving my stump speech before rotary clubs, PTA meetings, and town hall assemblies.

“What are you saying?” asked a strawberry-blonde woman, her arms folded beneath her naked, pierced breasts.

“That’s it,” Yoon whispered in my ear. “Be the leader.”

“We need to band together,” I continued. “We may be weak apart, but together we can be strong. We can defend ourselves from the predators that haunt this terrible place. None of us asked to suffer this torment. None of us deserved the agony Molech inflicted upon us. But that’s done. There is nothing we can do to change that. All we can do is seize this moment and carve out our own existence.”

“It’s Hell,” another woman said with a bitter snort, tossing a mane of blonde hair. “You make it sound like we can find some measure of happiness here. Some place of safety.”

Molech had shaped this entire place into a bed of coals with his will. Could I do the same? I had to try. Molech’s will was already slipping away. Beneath my feet, the coals melted like marshmallows in the rain, dissolving into sharp, red rock. The true landscape of Hell emerging. Molech once had power and had shaped miles of this twisted realm to his cruel delights.

Maybe I could shape mere feet.

I concentrated, willing grass to appear at my feet. I pictured a vibrant lawn spouting out of the red rocks, appearing as lush and vibrant as a golf course’s green. My teeth ground together as I fought against the material of Hell. I imagined the fronds thrusting up and tickling the bottom of my feet.

“That’s it, dear,” Yoon whispered, seizing my hand. “Inspire them.”

Her desire mixed with mine. She somehow sensed what I was doing and gave me her will, her power. The ground rippled about my feet. Green blades of grass sprouted. The emerald contrasted against the blood-red rocks. It was life. It was beauty. It shouldn’t exist in Hell, but I had created it anyways.

“Together, we can change things,” I declared. “If we combine our efforts, imagine what we can accomplish!”

The redhead and the blonde stared at me in awe. Murmurs echoed around us. Other women drifted towards us, staring in awe at the lush life around my feet. Exhilaration surged through me. I beat back the will of Hell and supplanted it with my own.

“How do we combine our efforts?” the blonde asked, her bitter tone vanished.

“Tell us what you just did!” another woman called out.

Twenty women gathered around me. They were all naked, but the fear was melting from their faces. Several wept as they stared down at my feet. Others had looks of shocked awe on their expressions, like they were remembering what hope felt like.

“Please, tell us,” another moaned.

“I…” I looked at my wife, not sure what to say.

“It’s like with Molech,” she whispered. “Why did he need sacrifices?”

I shook my head. What did she mean?

“Swear to him,” Yoon declared and fell to her knees. She clutched my hand and, while looking up at me, pronounced, “You’re my master and my husband. You have my fealty, my soul, forever.”

I gasped as energy sprang up between my wife and me. A collar flashed for a moment about her neck, and then a chain connected her to me. I felt more power swell inside me. The connection pulled on her power, her will becoming my own. She could still act, but that vital part of her soul, the part that could manipulate Hell that she’d lent me, was now utterly mine.

I had doubled in strength.

“Yoon,” I whispered, touching her face in awe. “What have you done?”

“One of us has to lead,” she answered. “One of us has to grow strong. That’s what Molech did. That’s why he demanded sacrifices. We all were chained to him. We all gave him strength. Well, someone broke those chains. Didn’t you feel the connection shatter when he fell, our power snapping back into us?”

I nodded.

“I’ll do it,” the redhead declared. “You seem better than the alternative. At least you know how to do things. You’re my Master. My… God, I guess. I’m yours, Mr. Mayor.”

The chain flashed.

More power swelled into me. One by one, the women knelt and swore their fealty to me. I could almost feel them. I sensed them at the back of my mind, little nubs of power. The more who swore, the more malleable Hell felt to me—the easier I could shape it. The last traces of fear in their eyes melted away as green grass grew in a wider circle, driving back the hellish landscape.

Hope blossomed in them all.

Then the redhead let out a keening wail. She bent over, pressing her face into the grass, and sobbed, “We’re never going to see our families again, are we? That asshole sacrificed us!”

Her anger fed me. I drank in her emotional energy. More women cried, mourning their lost lives, feeding me their will. I shuddered at this sensation. Questions burst through me. Why did I drink it in? Why did it pool inside me? Their emotions were mere drops compared to the power their souls fed me. Single drops of rain, but a downpour could flood a town.

“That’s why they torture us,” I whispered. “To drink our pain. To gain even more energy from us.”

“That’s horrible,” my wife gasped.

Love poured from her. I held her, drinking it in. There were now thirty women kneeling around me, all naked. I formed clothes out of their imagination to hide their naked bodies. They were quite lovely. A forest of beautiful women. My women.

A thought flashed through my mind, dark and lusty.

“Oh, honey,” my wife whispered. “What are you thinking about?”

“I… well…” I choked on my words. Their clothes I had just created melted as my perverse desires swelled, my subconscious power at work.

My cock hardened as I stared out at the women. Their breasts were all different sizes and shapes. Small and round and pillowy soft. They were curvy, slender, willowy, svelte, and lithe. Some were shaved, others had thick bushes.

The redhead looked at my turgid shaft throbbing before her. The tears on her cheeks melted away. “What did you do to us?” she whispered. “I can feel your presence in my mind. You’re… molding me. Controlling me.”

“Am I?” I gasped.

She licked her lips and lust flowed through the bond, replacing the anger and grief.

“Sorry,” I swallowed, forcing down my desires. I didn’t have any right to force myself on them.

“No, don’t be, honey,” whispered my wife. “We swore to you. You’re like Mark or Brandon.”

“I’m not like Brandon,” I growled.

“Well, you have power and women.” She pressed into me from behind, her body caressing me. “It’s… sexy. Like Mark.”

I gaped as my wife’s hand slid down my stomach to stroke my cock. “What are you saying?”

“They swore to you,” my wife cooed, her silky bush rubbing on my rump. Her nipples were hard against my back. “I’m sure they’ll be amenable.”

“I… I think maybe… Yes,” the redhead moaned, shifting her hips before me.

I pictured Mark surrounded by all his beautiful women. His sluts. They were all happy to fuck and suck and please him. Why couldn’t I have that? With my own goddess at my side. My Yoon. I turned around to stare at my wife in the eyes, loving the naughty gleam in them.

The redhead grabbed my cock and—

A woman screamed.

Fear poured into me from one of my women.

An African-American woman on the edge of the grass was pinned by one of the burned, skeletal sacrifices, bony fingers tearing into her flesh. The pain fed me. It was even more powerful than lust. No wonder the demons tortured us.

That wasn’t for me. I wasn’t going to let my followers suffer.

More skeletal sacrifices crawled and skittered towards us, abandoning the ravaged remains of Molech. They had new prey to exact their mindless rage upon. Fear shot through my followers as they screamed and fled.

I had power. These women were counting on me.

I shot my will out and seized the twisted thing clawing the Black woman. I chained the skeleton with my anger, lashing what remained of its essence to me. The coals had long burned away its mind; its soul a wrecked, battered vessel with barely any will left. I seized it with a crushing grip of my own will and commanded it.

The skeletal thing released the Black woman and rose. She shuddered on the ground. I healed her wounds as she crawled away, restoring her flesh. The charred husk quivered, waiting, standing still now.

“That’s it,” my wife whispered. “Defend us.”

I seized more and more of the pitiful creatures. Ten, then twenty. Every new one was harder to grab. It took more effort to overcome their tiny wills. I had to batter harder and harder at their minds, straining to exert my domination. I grabbed thirty, then forty.

Sweat broke out across my face. My soul quivered. The strain grew greater. A fire burned across my mind as I unleashed the ones I had dominated. They turned on the others, defending us. We were ringed by pitiful husks. They worked together as a group, while the other ones were individuals with only rudimentary instincts. Mine overwhelmed them, allowing me to grab more.

I strained and dominated another ten. I held fifty of them. I concentrated with all my will as they swept around us. I wanted every last one I could. The last few I had to heave against their souls, pounding my will upon their shattered minds.

I gasped, panting, looking around. Sixty skeletal things defended us.

I drew energy from the poor, piteous things. Not as much as my women, but it increased my power. My new demons moved in packs, swarming around the edge and ripping at the bony flesh of the sacrifices I’d failed to dominate.

“We need walls,” the redhead whispered. “A place to live. You know, defensible.”

I nodded.

“What’s your name?” Yoon asked, kneeling down and cupping the woman’s face.

“Kayleah,” she answered.

“You are his first concubine,” Yoon said and kissed her on the lips.

My cock grew hard again. My wife was so beautiful, her delicate face melting against the feisty redhead as they kissed. Their lust bloomed as their tongues dueled. Desire blossomed in the other women’s eyes. They looked about, drawing nearer to each other.

“My harem,” I smiled, standing in a field of beautiful women.

I enhanced them a touch, perfecting their natural beauty, erasing any imperfections that marred their appearance. The years melted away, all of them growing young again, in their twenties, the peak of their beauty. We were only projections of our selves. We could be whatever we wanted down here.

Smiling, I sculpted my body. The fat melted away, muscles swelling, rippling with the strength to match my powers.

Walls ripped up in a large circle, stone battlements to protect us. The poor, twisted wretches I controlled scaled the walls and perched on the ramparts. They would be our untiring defenders. A keep grew around us, the grass melting into a comfortable carpet, pillows scattered about, a large mattress at the center.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” purred my wife, looking about. “Very… middle eastern. Though the carpet clashes horribly.” She concentrated, drawing on my power. I could deny her, I realized, but I didn’t. It was like she prayed to me and I answered.

The carpet rippled and was replaced by polished marble dotted with pillows and mattresses.

“Better,” she purred. Then she kissed Kayleah again.

The two beauties sank onto the mattress. I groaned as I watched them, my dick rock-hard. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies, stroking their delights. Kayleah’s breasts were perky cones topped with pink nipples, both pierced with silver rings.

Yoon played with the silver rings, stretching out Kayleah’s nipples. The two women groaned, their kiss deepening. Kayleah found my wife’s breasts, kneading them. It was incredible to watch. I was transfixed. Around us, other women moaned, all loving each other in the safety of our new home.

My own harem… Damn.

Kayleah’s legs parted. She broke the kiss and moaned, “I’m so wet.”

My wife smiled, her hand sliding down Kayleah’s sleek belly towards a shaved pussy. The redhead’s pussy lips were flushed. My wife cupped her snatch. “Yes, you are. Just soaked.”

“Uh-huh,” Kayleah moaned. Then she gasped as Yoon’s fingers caressed through her folds. “That’s nice. Ooh, yes, yes, watch us!”

“I am,” I groaned as Kayleah’s hips bucked.

Her sighs liquid as she writhed and panted. Yoon shoved two fingers into Kayleah’s depths, pumping them in and out. I loved it. This heady rush shuddered through me as my wife fingered my first concubine.

Around us, other women paired up, falling into kisses as the lust mounted. Their soft moans echoed through the room. Our own Heaven in the midst of Hell. My eyes darted from delight to delight. Women kissed, licked, and sucked. Some were sixty-nining. Others conjured sex toys, drawing on the power I held, shaping reality to their liking.

“Are you just going to watch, or are you going to join us?” purred my wife, her fingers rapidly plunging in and out of Kayleah’s snatch.

“Yes,” moaned Kayleah, her hips bucking. “Join us… um…”

“Master,” purred Yoon. “He’s your Master, and I’m your Mistress now. You swore your soul to us.”

“To him!” Kayleah moaned, staring up at me with bright-green eyes. “I swore only to him.”

“But he’s my husband,” Yoon purred, her fingers thrusting in and out of Kayleah’s snatch. “What’s his is mine. Right, dear?”

“Of course, honey,” I groaned as I knelt on the mattress, eager to join them while the passion of my other women echoed through our new stronghold.

I breathed in the musk of my women. That delicious scent of dozens of hot pussies. I couldn’t tell them apart. They made my cock hard. My fingers clenched as I felt the power of their lust flowing into me, drops of searing passion that added to the reservoir of energy I commanded.

Damn, this was incredible.

Yoon rolled away from Kayleah, her fingers ripping out of the redhead’s cunt. My wife patted the mattress between the two women, Kayleah shuddering, her eyes locked on me. She nodded, licking her lips.

“Yes, yes, join us, Master,” she cooed.

I stretched out between them. Yoon and Kayleah pressed their bodies against me. I felt the heat of them, their lithe figures. It was an incredible delight to experience. My arms wrapped around them both, my hands grabbing their asses.

Purring in delight, Yoon ran her fingers, sticky with Kayleah’s juices, up my new, muscular body. Her eyes sparkled with appreciation. She ran higher, crossing my defined pecs to my neck. My chin. Her fingers reached my lips. She shoved them into my mouth.

I groaned, savoring the flavor of Kayleah’s tangy fingers. I sucked on them, my dick throbbing harder and harder. I moaned my delight while my two women squirmed against me, their bodies lithe. Their breasts pressed against me.

Kayleah’s nipple piercings were harder than her nubs.

My wife pulled her fingers out of my mouth and then kissed me. I shuddered, loving her while my hand slipped up Kayleah’s body from her ass. I stroked up her side and slid around her. I found her breast and cupped her plump mound. I climbed up her pinnacle, my fingertips brushing her areola.

“Master!” she gasped as I seized a silver nipple ring.

I tugged. She groaned. I twisted and played with her little piercing, making her quiver against me. Her moans echoed around me, joining the other women panting in lust around us. Kayleah’s lips nuzzled at my neck while her wet pussy rubbed against my muscular thigh.

Kayleah humped against me. She rubbed her juicy twat up and down my leg. I felt her clit. She kissed and nibbled up my jawline as I twisted her nub. Her hand swept down my stomach, caressing my rippling abs. Her lips reached my ear, hot as her cunt on my thigh.

“Mmm, your wife turned me on so much,” she purred as her hand grasped my cock. She stroked up and down me as she continued whispering, “Her fingers felt nice in me, but I want this to fill me.” She squeezed my cock and then stroked up and down my girth.

I broke my kiss with Yoon to groan, “Yes!”

“Pleasure my husband, slut,” purred Yoon. She perfectly channeled Mary. “Straddle his hips and ride your master.”

“Yes, Mistress,” moaned Kayleah.

My new concubine rose, her strawberry-blonde curls falling about her face and tumbling across her shoulders. Her breasts swayed as she straddled me. Her stroking hand guided my cock to her dripping snatch. I groaned as she rubbed me against her pussy lips.

Yoon nibbled on my other ear. Her legs parted around mine. She ground her wet pussy on my leg as another woman sank her pussy down on my cock. I groaned. Kayleah’s cunt was hot and wet, massaging my dick.

The pleasure roared down my shaft to my balls. I growled as Kayleah rotated her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. Then she slid up my shaft. Her pussy clung to my cock. This hot pleasure swept through me. This burning passion bathed my dick.

“Does the little slut’s cunt feel good on your cock?” purred my wife into my ear, her pussy grinding on my thigh.

“Yes!” I growled. I cupped Kayleah’s breast, squeezing her. “Ride me, whore! I want to explode into that cunt!”

“Yes, Master!” Kayleah gasped.

It was so incredible to hear her call me that. Master…

I groaned as she slid up my cock then slammed back down it, her silky pussy clinging to me. Her flesh massaged me. I shuddered, massaging Yoon’s ass and Kayleah’s hip as the redhead rode me. She worked her hips, her strawberry-blonde locks dancing about her face

Her pussy gripped my cock. She massaged me as she worked that delicious snatch up and down my dick. It was incredible to enjoy. I savored it. I clenched my eyes shut. This heat surged through me. My dick twitched in the depths of her snatch while my wife humped against me.

“Yes, yes, ride his dick, slut,” moaned my wife, her body trembling against me. My hand gripped her ass. “Please my husband!”

“I am!” Kayleah moaned. “Right?”

“Fuck, yes,” I growled, squeezing her tit. “Just keep working that cunt up and down my cock.

She nodded her head, her juicy snatch slamming down my dick. She rose up, squeezing me. The embrace was incredible. The friction burned around me. I gripped my wife’s rump as I growled out my joy.

Yoon moaned in delight. She humped her pussy against me. Her nipples rubbed on my chest as she panted and moaned. Her juices soaked my leg. This wicked passion surged down to my balls. They ached as I savored my wife grinding on me while our sex slave rode me.

“Oh, Master,” Kayleah whimpered. “That’s so nice. Mmm, your cock is stirring me up. Oh, fuck!”

“Good,” Yoon moaned. “Enjoy his cock! You’re his!”

“His!” moaned Kayleah, her pussy squeezing around me.

The redheaded slut swiveled her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. I groaned as the pleasure bathed down my dick. I couldn’t stay still. I had to fuck her. I thrust up into her hot tunnel as she slammed down. Our flesh smacked together. Her tits heaved, one jiggling in my grip.

Yoon kissed and nibbled at my neck as she humped harder against my thigh. Her pussy smeared juices about my leg as she ground her clit against me. She felt so wet. So in need of cumming. I licked my lips, a hunger building in me.

“Sit on my face, Yoon,” I groaned. “Let me taste you.”

My wife let out a throaty laugh. “Mmm, that sounds wonderful.”

“Yes!” Kayleah gasped, her pussy squeezing around my dick. “Sit on his face, Mistress. Then I’ll suck on your titties while fucking Master’s cock.”

“What a delightful creature you are,” my wife purred.

She rose and threw her lithe leg over my face. I stared up at her shaved pussy. Her labia dripped above me. I opened my mouth, catching a drop of her spicy flavor. My dick throbbed in Kayleah’s pussy as I savored the preview of my wife’s snatch.

“Let me taste your pussy,” I groaned. “I love eating you, Yoon.”

My wife lowered her cunt. Her hot twat settled on my mouth. My tongue slid through her labia. She shuddered, her hips twitching. She ground her hot, velvety pussy across my face. I probed into her folds, my tongue darting in and out of her delicious flesh.

Yoon moaned as I ate her out, her voice low and throaty. I loved it. I grabbed both her thighs, feasting on her as Kayleah worked that delightful cunt up and down my dick. My balls ached, my cum swelling in them.

“Come suck on my tits, slut,” Yoon moaned.

“Yes, Mistress.”

The pressure of Kayleah’s pussy shifted around my cock as she leaned forward. Her cunt tightened as her mouth sucked noisily at Yoon’s tit. My wife groaned, her hips shifting. She ground that delicious pussy on my lips.

I stabbed my tongue into her depths. I stirred around, marinating in her spicy delight. Her juices poured into me while Kayleah kept working her cunt up and down my dick. She teased me. Pleased me. She moaned out her passion as she worked her snatch up and down my cock.

This incredible rapture surged through me.

“Oh, yes,” purred Yoon, her pussy clenching around my tongue. “Both of your mouths are amazing.”

“You taste delicious,” I moaned.

Kayleah whimpered as she suckled.

My lips found my wife’s clit. I sucked on her bud. I nibbled with my lips the way she liked it. She squealed for joy, her hips bucking. I teased her. I swirled my tongue around her clit, loving her. Her juices poured into my mouth.

I wanted to make my wife cum hard.

Her moans grew louder and louder, merging with the other women in the castle. Yoon’s hips wiggled from side to side, smearing that delicious pussy across my lips. My balls grew tighter, my passion swelling as I pleased my wife.

“Colton,” she gasped. “That’s it! Oh, fuck! Keep sucking my pussy. Oh, honey, yes!”

I sucked hard on Yoon’s clit, my dick throbbing in Kayleah’s cunt.

“I’m almost there,” my wife groaned.

My balls twitched. I sucked with all my passion. I nursed on her while her spicy juices soaked my lips. Her body trembled. Her thighs tensed beneath my massaging hands. My dick throbbed in Kayleah’s pussy, the slut working it up and down as she suckled.

“Colton, yes!” howled my wife.

Her thighs tightened about my head. Juices gushed out of her pussy. The spicy flood filled my mouth. I drank them down, savoring my wife’s orgasm. I fluttered my tongue through her folds, lapping up her passion.

Paroxysms of joyous gasps burst from her lips as she struggled to breathe. I kept licking her, prolonging her orgasm. She squirmed on my face as I thrust my tongue into her spasming depths. My dick throbbed, eager for Kayleah to cum.

“Colton! Yes! Yes!” Yoon let out a throaty laugh. “That was amazing, dear.”

She slid off of me. I panted, my lips smeared in her pussy cream. Kayleah moaned, riding me faster again, working her cunt up and down my dick. I shuddered, blinking as the pleasure surged through me.

My wife leaned over me and kissed my pussy-stained lips. She tasted herself. My cock throbbed and my balls tightened. Kayleah leaned back, riding me hard. Her breasts jiggled, her piercings flashing silver as she fucked me.

“Cum in the little whore,” Yoon whispered after breaking the kiss. “I want to eat your cum out of her twat.”

“Fuck, that sounds hot,” I gasped.

“Yes, yes!” gasped Kayleah.

Yoon shot her arm out, and her thumb massaged Kayleah’s clit. The redhead slammed down on my cock. Her back arched, and her strawberry-blonde hair flew about her shoulders as her cunt massaged my cock.

She came.

Her writhing pussy was heaven, her cunt eager for my cum. She bucked on me, working that climaxing flesh up and down my cock. She sucked at me. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. I growled out in rapture.

“Fuck!” I groaned as my cock erupted.

Pleasure surged out of my dick. My body tingled with every explosion of cum. I basted her cunt. Kayleah smiled, shuddering in delight as load after load of my cum saturated her womb. Stars burst across my eyes.

“Master! Yes!”

The rapture slammed into me as Kayleah’s cunt milked my dick. She moaned as the ecstasy fired from my cock over and over. Her pussy writhed about me. She drained my balls dry. I groaned as my orgasm peaked.

Then it died. “Fuck, Kayleah. You’re a good slut.”

“Thank you, Master,” Kayleah whimpered, her pussy still spasming around my shaft.

“Mmm, give me that treat,” Yoon purred in delight.

She pushed Kayleah off of me. The redhead’s pussy popped off my cock as Yoon pressed Kayleah down onto her back. My wife settled between the redhead’s thighs and pressed into Kayleah’s cunt. I heard my wife feasting. She licked my cum out of the redhead’s cunt.

“Yes, yes, Mistress,” moaned Kayleah in ecstasy. “Mmm, yes, lick all that yummy cunt against me.

I panted, my dick still hard. Before I could do anything, a Hispanic woman pressed her body against mine, her breasts heavy. Then a Black woman, the very one I had saved from the skeletal demon, engulfed my cock with her mouth. I groaned as she sucked my dick clean of Kayleah’s cunt. Her mouth bobbed up and down on me.

“You are so handsome, Master,” purred the Hispanic woman.

“What’s your name, slut?” I grinned.

“Maricruz,” she moaned.

“How would you like to help this other slut…”

“Tonya,” a muffled voice answered—the Black woman didn’t lift her mouth from my cock, but spoke around it.

“Why don’t you help Tonya clean my cock, Maricruz.”

“Gladly, Sir,” purred the Hispanic woman.

She slid down my body, her breasts caressing me. I groaned in delight as she leaned in and licked at the base of my cock while Tonya bobbed at the top. I savored their dual delights, my dick twitching in their hands.

I squeezed Tonya’s heavy breast, pinching the nipple between my fingers. She moaned, sucking harder. She whimpered about my cock. I groaned, savoring this moment. This pleasure. Women gasped around me.

This was my afterlife. My personal harem of beautiful women all eager to please me.

Tonya sucked down my cum with eager delight.

My stamina never flagged. I was dead. My balls didn’t need to recharge.

Our orgy lasted for days. Our bodies heaved together, kissing and sucking. I knew every last woman. I reveled in every hole they had. I shot my cum in their asses, cunts, and mouths. They licked and sucked, drinking my cum from each other’s naughty pussies and assholes. I coated their bodies in it.

It was rapture. No rest, just lust. Just loving each other, becoming united.

Once we had fully satiated our lusts, we began to explore our corner of Hell. The women fashioned weapons out of my power and took out squads of the skeletal sacrifices as protection. Molech’s territory was vast.

Already other souls, other lesser demons, had begun carving out their own chunks.

We warred with a bestial man called Nicodemus. He had a hoard of the sacrifices to defend him. He wanted my women. I crushed his skull beneath my boot. He didn’t die. No one died in Hell. But he diminished, his power flowing into mine. Our realm expanded, our walls pushing out, driving back hell and making our paradise larger.

Better.

I constantly worried that one of the great powers—Dagon, Chemosh, Astarte, or even Lucifer— would appear and conquer this corner of Hell. I was managing to hold back all the lesser powers that scrambled on the fringes of my realm, but the big boys were out on the horizon, vast beacons of power. You could feel them like an itch beneath your skin.

But they seemed to be preparing for something larger, something beyond our measly domain. Dagon’s territory was the nearest, and his forces were marshaling. Great hosts of demonic beings flocked to him, assembling his mighty armies upon the hellish plains. Something was about to happen.

All of Hell buzzed with excitement.

And then it happened.

The Gates of Hell opened on to the world. Everyone in the Abyss could feel the titanic power. The foundations of Hell were rocked as the barrier weakened. The mortal world was close, beckoning if you had the strength to cross over.

Only the most powerful had that strength. They passed through the gate and abandoned them. All the Greater Demons with Lucifer at the van led their hordes upon the living world. They slammed shut the door behind them.

They abandoned Hell to those of us that remained.

“Things are going to be messy,” Yoon whispered. “Chaos will reign in Hell.”

“It already does,” I pointed out.

She shook her head. “Power hates a vacuum. You know that. Who’s going to fill the void left behind by Lucifer and his ilk?”

To be continued…

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