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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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Monday, November 17th, 2014 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

I smiled at the beautiful face of my sleeping daughter. Lily was in her crib, swaddled in a pink blanket. Carrying Lily to term had been a wonderful, trying, tedious, amazing, uncomfortable, loving, and exciting experience. It was all worth it to bring forth my darling daughter.

My wife, Chantelle, leaned against me, staring down at her. Lily was a miracle. A daughter born to two mothers. I wasn’t talking metaphorically either. Chantelle could grow a thick cock, her clit blossoming into a dick, and she had knocked me up with it.

“Thank you, Lilith,” I purred, a reverent shudder passing through me as I praised my goddess.

Chantelle nodded beside me. “Yes. She gave us this miracle,” she purred in her lilting, French-Canadian accent. “Didn’t she?”

My wife and I were as different as night and day. She was slim, dark-haired, and lithe, whereas I was blonde, with big breasts, and a curvy rump, my voice thick with my Ukrainian accent. We met as strippers—though Chantelle would call us exotic dancers—at Deja Vu in Lakewood, Washington. There we debased ourselves for the foul lusts of men before the asshole Mark and his whore-wife enslaved us.

Luckily, Lilith set us free.

She showed us a world free of men. Seattle was the start of our paradise. Every man in the city that had survived Wormwood had been exterminated. Tomorrow, Mark Glassner would die. Ziki, Fiona’s monstrous daughter, had posed as Jessica St. Pierre, one of Mark’s sluts, for a year. She was perfectly placed to kill Mark with Mispach, a cursed dagger forged by Cain thousands and thousands of years ago.

“I want another child,” Chantelle said.

“Well, why don’t we slip off into our rooms and we can work on it,” I giggled. “Just stick that big cock up inside my pussy, and I’ll suck all the cum out of your ovaries.”

“I want your child, Lana,” she said, leaning her head on mine. “I… I want you to fuck me with a cock.”

I blinked, looking at my wife. “I thought you didn’t want that?”

“I changed my mind,” she smiled. “You were so happy carrying Lily to term. And the month I spent carrying Lamia was wonderful.”

Every woman who served Lilith and lived in Seattle had borne the goddess one of her monstrous daughters, creating an army. I had born Cora, my hulking manticore daughter, for Lilith. The pregnancies gestated fast. It took only a month to carry the baby to term, and only days for our monstrous daughters to grow to maturity.

“I want to carry your daughter,” Chantelle purred.

I squeezed my thighs together. I had long wondered what having my own cock would be like. I had resisted the urge out of love for my Chantelle. “Let’s do it,” I grinned. “I can’t wait for my clit-dick to be sliding in and out of your tight pussy.”

Chantelle’s cheeks colored. “Nor can I. I want tonight to be special, in case…”

Nothing is going to go wrong tomorrow, I sent to her telepathically. We were connected by the Siyach ritual, allowing our minds to directly communicate. Lilith is a goddess. She can defeat Mark fucking Glassner.

Chantelle gave me a sad smile.

I threw my arm around her shoulders. “Come on. My big, fat girl-cock is going to cheer you up. You’re going to love it. A real cock is so much nicer than a dildo.”

Chantelle giggled as I pulled her from the nursery into our bedroom. Our lips met in a kiss as we pulled off each other’s pink robes. The silk fell to the floor, leaving us naked beneath. I shuddered as our hot flesh pressed together, silky skin melting into nearly one flesh. My heavy breasts rubbed into her perky tits, our hard nipples kissing, rubbing together, tingling pleasure through our bodies.

My pussy juices dripped down my thighs.

Kissing, we stumbled backward, moving together, united in one naughty purpose. My clit throbbed and ached, ready to be transformed. My tongue dueled with hers, my heart beating beneath my chest. I could feel hers thundering away through her small tits.

We reached the bed. Breaking the kiss, I purred, “Mmm, I’m going to ravish you.”

“Promise,” she moaned, trembling, eyes sparkling.

I winked at Chantelle and then pushed her down onto her back. I followed after, my heavy tits swaying. My blonde hair spilled about our faces as I captured her lips in another hungry kiss. My tongue devoured her mouth.

I settled between her spread thighs. I shuddered as our shaved twats came together. I undulated my hips, grinding our pussies together. She squealed into the kiss as my hard clit rubbed against hers, mixing our hot juices into a naughty froth.

I shuddered, savoring the feel of her silky flesh.

I tribbed her, grinding on her, knowing her clit ached to grow into a big dick. I broke the kiss as our bodies undulated together. I kissed down her cheekbone, loving the salty taste of her skin. I breathed in her musk.

I reached her ear and nibbled on her lobe as I tribbed her with passion. Our bed creaked as Chantelle shuddered beneath me. Our clits brushed again, sparks flaring through my pussy, my orgasm building.

“Mmm, you like that, baby?” I purred in her ear. “My hot clit on yours.”

“I love it.”

“I bet you can’t wait to feel my hard cock sprout for the first time. I bet you want to feel my girth pushing into your tight cunt.”

“I do, Lana!” she moaned, arching her hips up. Our clits kissed again. “Fuck me. Knock me up. Put a baby in me.”

My ass flexed as I ground my pussy against hers. My clit slid through her hot pussy lips. Our juices mixed together. I breathed in the perfume we made. A sweet, tart, and tangy musk filled my nose, our excitement united as we humped.

It drove me to trib with more passion, to work my hips. She shuddered beneath me, my heart beating fast. The pressure swelled in my pussy. This wicked heat sloshed through me. I groaned, my ass clenching hard as I worked against her.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard with my big, thick cock,” I moaned, reveling in her small breasts against my big tits.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Chantelle, her fingernails digging into my back. Her hips rose, pressing her pussy hard into mine. “I want your baby! Oh, Lana! I’m gonna cum! I’m so on fire!”

My own orgasm swelled. I tribbed her with more passion. We needed to cum together for the Shophkah ritual, the spell that would give me a cock. My lips found hers. I thrust my tongue in deep as I ground my pussy against my wife’s. The pleasure grew in me, my body trembling in anticipation of the explosion of energy.

It was wonderful to feel her writhing beneath me. For the two of us to be united in this delight. My orgasm was on the cusp. I just needed a little bit more. My ass flexed as I rubbed my clit through her hot folds.

Chantelle broke the kiss. “I can’t hold out any longer. I’m cumming! Oh, yes! Cum with me, Lana! Please!”

Her juices flooded my pussy, a hot, sticky mess bathing my cunt with her love. My clit brushed hers. My orgasm erupted through me. Rapture burst out of my pussy in waves of delight. They flooded through me.

“Shophkah!” I cried out through the ecstasy.

My clit throbbed. Power surged through my orgasm as the spell completed. My bud expanded as I trembled on her. It thrust forward from my pussy folds and slid into Chantelle’s twat. I shuddered and whimpered as it grew into a thick cock. I gasped in surprise and my eyes widened as her tight, silky flesh engulfed my new shaft.

It was amazing to feel myself growing thicker and longer. My wife’s pussy squeezed around my dick. She gripped me as I trembled on the bed. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washed through my body. She was still cumming, her cunt rippling and spasming around my clit-dick.

“Shit!” I gasped as I savored this heavenly delight wrapped around me. “Oh, Chantelle! Oh, wow! You’re so tight! Oh, fuck! I love it!”

Chantelle shifted her hips, her pussy writhing about my cock as her orgasm rolled through her. “Oh, yes! No wonder you always wanted to fuck cocks! This is wonderful!”

“You ain’t felt nothing yet,” I laughed, drawing back and slamming into her.

“Oh, baby!” Chantelle purred, her hand stroking my cheeks as I drew back my shaft and thrust hard into her.

I rose on my elbows, my breasts hanging down, my nipples rubbing against her perky mounds as I pounded her tight pussy. Heat rippled through me. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. This was wonderful. Magnificent. I couldn’t believe the joy I was experiencing. Bliss shuddered through me.

“I love having a cock!” I groaned, my hips thrusting harder. “Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love it!”

“Fuck me!” gasped Chantelle. “Knock me up! Give me a baby!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I grunted, hammering my hips forward. “I’m going to knock you up! Your belly’s going to swell and grow so big. Then your breasts are going to produce delicious milk.”

“Like yours?” Chantelle purred, grabbing one of my large tits and bringing it to her hungry lips.

I shuddered as she suckled, my breast milk squirting into her lips. The pleasure shot straight to the tip of my cock. I pounded her harder, a growing tension mounting. My ovaries quivered with my first load of girl-cum.

My wife suckled at my breasts. She drank down that creamy delight as I pumped away at her juicy pussy. Her thighs gripped my waist, undulating. She stirred that amazing sheath around my cock while the pleasure shot through me.

This was so wild. I was going to cum with a cock. Every thrust into her pussy felt so much more intense and direct than any delight I felt as a woman. All the pleasure was gathering at one point.

The tip of my new clit-dick.

Chantelle nursed and swallowed, moaning as she drank my sweet breast milk down. I loved it when she nursed while fucking me with her big cock. Now I was pounding her with my girl-dick while she suckled.

It was just as amazing.

“Chantelle!” I moaned, thrusting into her, my nipple throbbing.

Every time she nursed and my milk flowed into her mouth, electricity ran down my body to the tip of my cock buried in her depths. I pumped hard into her, that pressure building and building. My ass clenched, ramming my dick into her pussy.

“That’s it! Drink mommy’s milk!” I groaned. “I’m going to plant a daughter in your belly. And when both our daughters are old enough, we’re going to pop their cherries. Lily and Evelyn, side by side, spreading their sleek thighs so their mothers can deflower them and plant grandchildren in their bellies.”

Chantelle sucked harder, her hips bucking beneath me. My words affected her because her pussy exploded about my cock. Her cunt spasmed, sucking at my dick as I pumped into her. It was heaven to enjoy.

Then I gasped as something thick and hard swelled, rubbing against my belly. Her own cock grew, trapped beneath our flesh.

“You like that, huh?” I purred as I drove into her spasming twat. “You want to fuck our daughters when they’re older? You naughty mother.”

“Yes!” Chantelle gasped, her mouth popping off my nipple. She smiled up at me, her lips stained with my milk. “Yes, yes! I want that! Lily and Evelyn! We’ll enjoy their flesh.”

The spasming of her pussy around my cock combined with her naughty words to send a tingling wave of rapture through me. It fed my impending eruption. The pressure peaked at the tip of my girl-dick.

I buried into my wife. My new cock erupted. I shuddered as these intense jets of cum shot out of me, each one sending a powerful wave of pleasure through me. I grunted and groaned through them while my pussy convulsed, sending those familiar waves of pleasure through me.

“Yes, yes! Cum in me!” gasped Chantelle! “Knock me up! Plant a daughter in me!”

“I am!” I moaned.

Her pussy convulsed harder around my girl-dick, milking out my erupting cum. She squealed. Her cock erupted, squirting girl-jizz up both our bodies. She splattered our tits in spunk as her pussy wrung my ovaries dry.

My pleasure peaked. Those dual delights of rapture and ecstasy dwindled. I collapsed on her, smearing our girl-cum soaked tits together as I held my wife. Our cocks softened. Our future was going to be so wonderful. Lilith was going to make a paradise for our daughters to grow up in.

Tomorrow, Mark would die and Lilith would win.

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Tuesday, November 18th, 2014 – Chantelle Paquet-Holub – I-5 at Seattle City Limits

Mark didn’t die. The plan failed.

Ziki had stabbed Mary with the cursed dagger instead of Mark. His golden sword cut the shapechanger in half. Mary fell, dying while Mark burned with rage. We were on the highway, the cold rain falling around us. My stomach curdled.

“Defend me!” Lilith screamed in terror, stepping back.

“For my goddess!” my fierce wife yelled, drawing her bronze dagger and charging as Lilith fled past us.

I drew my own dagger and danced forward. For a year, Lana and I had learned how to fight with them. We weren’t the same helpless women Mark had enslaved on the Island Explorer a year and a half ago.

Anger surged through me. We weren’t going to be his slaves ever again.

Mark’s sword slammed into my wife’s face. It didn’t cut her. It was a Priest’s blade, made of Celestial Gold, and could only sever supernatural flesh. The force threw Lana to the ground, her nose broken and spurting blood. She twitched in a daze.

I had been a dancer since I was ten. I moved with grace, dodging Mark’s sword attacks while his whore wife Mary died. Mark growled in rage as I darted about his sword and stabbed at him only to be driven back by a sweep of his sword. I couldn’t close in.

He was too fast.

Then he swung too hard, overextending his swing. An opening. I dodged in, thrusting my knife forward.

It was a feint. His free hand struck out and seized my wrist. I gasped in surprise, and then pain exploded up my arm. He broke my wrist. My dagger flew from my hand, twitching fingers. He slammed the pommel of his sword toward my face.

I was dead.

At least I bought time for Lilith to escape.

His weapon slammed into my temple. Darkness fell on me.

I woke up with a splitting headache. I lay on the hard cot. My right arm throbbed in agony. I tried to move, but a pair of manacles were about my wrist. I shuddered at my broken limb, twisted and swollen. A ball gag was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to move my arms to reach up and undo the gag.

Chains rattled. My broken wrist exploded in pain. I had manacles on my ankles connected to my wrist restraints by another chain. I shuddered and moaned into my gag, tears flowing out of my eyes as I fought against the agony rippling through my body.

The waves calmed, the torture retreating to almost something bearable. I groaned, blinking through the tears. My breath was ragged, snorting out my nose as I struggled to gain a sense of where I lay. I was in a cell. It was familiar.

Seattle’s City Jail.

One of Mark’s bodyguards—draped in the slutty, disgusting parody of a cop’s uniform—watched me. The poor woman was one of Mark’s slaves, his choker tight about her throat, stamped with her number—20. He took even her name away, the fucking pig.

Lana… I sent out, hoping my wife lived.

Chantelle! Thank the Goddess. I thought you were dead! They won’t take off my gag. They won’t talk to me!

We’re alive, I sent in relief.

We’re his prisoners. He’ll make us his Thralls again.

He can’t. Mary’s dead. She was stabbed by the Mispach. He doesn’t have a way to exorcise our Pacts. He can never control us, my love.

Then he’ll kill us. Lana’s thoughts were strangled by despair.

Our souls are bound tight. Even in death, we’ll be together.

In death… but what about our daughter?

I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing Lily lying in her crib. A shuddering sob rocked my body. My daughter wasn’t protected from Mark. If she still lived, he would corrupt her, poison her mind, and turn her into a whore when she grew up.

What went wrong? How did Lilith lose? Didn’t Mark fear the consequences of another plague? We were ready to unleash an even stronger form of Wormwood, one that would kill every man instead of just a third of them like last year.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. I turned my head to spot a pair of shadows drawing nearer. The bodyguard suddenly moved, walking to my cell door. A buzz rattled, and then my door clanked open. The bodyguard strode in, seizing my left arm and hauling me upright.

Pain flared. I sobbed into the gag.

It was hard to walk with heavy chains clanking about my feet. I had to shuffle forward out of my cell. Lana was led out of her cell next to mine, her face swollen, her nose twisted, smears of blood staining her cheeks. But she was alive. I wanted to go and hug her, but the bodyguard kept a firm grip.

The approaching figures were Fiona and Thamina. They strolled free. My heart sank. They betrayed us. Lana let out a furious, muffled shriek, lunging forward. The bodyguard shoved her up against the wall, pulled out her baton, and slammed it with a crunching thwack into Lana’s leg. My wife collapsed in pain.

Then I saw what made my wife so furious. Fiona held our daughter Lily.

“We brought Lily to see you,” Fiona said, her red hair about her shoulders. Like us, she was a former slut of Mark and Mary. After Fiona and Thamina were freed, and both had become lovers, they were recruited by Lilith. “Thamina and I will look out for her, okay? So don’t worry about her.”

I screamed in rage. They were traitors.

Thamina’s dusky face fell. “Yes, we betrayed Lilith. I… I couldn’t live with my daughter killing more people. Lilith was defeated, so… I…” Tears fell down her face and she swayed. “I… I killed my daughter. I stopped Tir from unleashing another plague.”

“It’s over. Lilith is dead,” Fiona added. “She led us into ruin. It’s time to make accommodations with Mark and Mary.”

I flinched. “Mary’s alive?”

My stomach fell out of me. A cold wave washed through my body. There was only one way. Only Lilith’s blood could heal her. My goddess truly was dead.

“Yes, why wouldn’t she be?” Fiona shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. It’s time to see reason and capitulate to them.”

I shook my head violently. I would never be his whore again.

“Mark and Mary, well, they still think fondly of you two.” Fiona sighed. “Of all of us, really. Thamina and I were pardoned. They promised to let us live our lives unmolested. We can keep our free will and our Pacts so long as we don’t interfere with their rule. You can get the same offer.”

I shook my head again.

I’m not trusting those bastards! Lana hissed in my mind, her face tight.

“Since you two were the High Priestesses of Lilith, you will have to publicly repudiate Lilith in front of her followers. If you do this, you will be pardoned.” Fiona held up our daughter. “Lily will be able to grow up with her mothers.”

I will never forswear Lilith! I declared to my wife, fervor throbbing up my arm. She is our Goddess.

Yes! Our goddess! I will not worship Mark!

Fiona’s smile fell. “You have until tomorrow to think about it. Mark and Mary will hang you if you don’t repudiate Lilith.”

My blood ran cold. Then I lifted my chin, my face a cold mask despite the agony throbbing up my arm. I was Lilith’s High Priestess. I loved my goddess. Fiona and Thamina will care for Lily, I sent to my wife. But we have to show Lilith’s followers that our Goddess still matters. That she is what is needed to change the world! They must keep the faith. We must be a beacon to them! An example!

Our deaths will only fuel their passion! Lana agreed. I was prepared to die for Lilith this morning. I stood up against Mark. I will do so again!

I fixed Fiona a fierce stare.

“We’ll take good care of Lily,” Thamina promised. The Arab woman stepped forward, her black hair falling loosely about her dusky features. “She’ll be loved and we’ll tell her who her mothers really were.”

A tear trickled down my cheek and I nodded my head.

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Wednesday, November 26th, 2014 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

We weren’t executed the next day. We had to languish in prison for a week. Mark and Mary were too busy dealing with the apocalypse to care about us. Doubts ate at me. Every day, Fiona or Thamina brought Lily to visit us. Our other daughters, Lilith’s monstrous offspring, were all dead or fleeing the city. Knowing my Cora, she perished defending our goddess.

The sight of my human daughter weakened my heart.

You have to remain faithful, Chantelle would urge. Mark’s victory is complete if we give in. Lily will understand when she’s older. Once we’re dead, we’ll reunite with Lilith, help her break free of Hell, and then we’ll make sure she dominates the world. We won’t fail next time.

My wife’s fervor stirred me. Despite the pain of her broken arm, she didn’t relent. She was right. We were Lilith’s High Priestesses. She rescued us from bondage. We couldn’t be feckless and forswear our loyalty the way those cunts Fiona and Thamina had.

But still, my heart was torn for my Lily.

On the morning of our execution, Mark and Mary strode into the prison. For the first time in over a week, we were unchained and ungagged. I guess the “Living Gods” as the egomaniacal Mark insisted on being called, had no fear of us and our magic.

I believed why.

Both Mark and Mary radiated power. It pulsed from them. The air hummed with an immense tingle of potential. The pair had changed so much in just a week since I saw them at the meeting. It confirmed everything Fiona and Thamina told us about the apocalypse that had been unleashed. The Gods blamed Lilith. They claimed her whorish ways opened the gateway between the worlds, summoning her demonic brethren before she was defeated.

I didn’t believe it. Lilith never wanted to free the others.

“We’re not serving you,” spat Chantelle, nursing her broken wrist. The poor thing had been in pain all week. Her beautiful face was smeared with dirt and sweat, her lips chapped, and her cheeks sallow. I bet I looked just as frightful.

“We’re Lilith’s High Priestesses,” I added, folding my arms beneath my breasts and glaring at the false gods.

“The gallows then,” Mark said, his voice grim. “We don’t have time to waste on you. 51, take them outside.”

“We did love you both,” Mary added as the bodyguards seized our arms and marched us through the prison, Mark and Mary trailing behind us. “Pity.”

I felt dazed at how brusque they were. When I first met them, they had been a perverted, laughing couple. They were soft, only out for their own amusements. I would never have imagined they would have hardened into this tyrannical pair.

Prisoners huddled in the jail’s courtyard. They were the most devout followers of Lilith, standing under guard by the Legion—Mark and Mary’s personal army. Babylon and her daughter Crystal stood proudly beside Starlight and Mona. I spotted most of the members of the original coven that worshiped Lilith.

I held my head high. They were still loyal to our goddess.

A gallows had been erected with a pair of nooses. News media crowded one end, their cameras pointed at us, broadcasting our deaths to the world. I tried not to shiver in the frosty November morning. I only wore thin prison clothes, the cold slicing through the fabric. My heart thudded in my chest.

I was going to die.

There was no escaping it.

I marched with my back straight, an example that Mark and Mary could be defied.

Chantelle and I mounted the gallows, climbing the wooden stairs to the platform. I stood upon the trapdoor, the noose hanging right before my head. A bodyguard grabbed it and pulled it around my neck, the rope rasping against my skin as the knot was pulled tight. I shuddered at the coarse feel of it against my skin, my vein pulsing against it.

I kept my head held high, staring at Mark and Mary as they stopped in the center of the courtyard, looking as regal as a pair of monarchs.

The Tyrants of the world.

“Lilith is the true goddess!” Chantelle screamed. “She is the true ruler of this world. She will rise again! She will cleanse all the verminous men from the planet and make it pure again!”

“We are her faithful priestesses!” I roared with fervent passion. “We shall be rewarded in paradise! All who remain loyal to Lilith will be blessed! Do not waiver in your devotion to our true goddess! Do not follow these false gods! Be faithful, even to death!”

Mark motioned with his hand. Gags were shoved into our mouths. I didn’t fight it. We said our peace. Then the bodyguards pulled out the black hoods. I suddenly shuddered. I looked over at Chantelle, catching a last glimpse of my wife’s beauty before suffocating darkness engulfed me.

My breath rasped beneath the hood, my heart pounding. This was it. I was about to die.

“Chantelle and Svitlana Paquet-Holub,” Mary announced, her voice cool and partly muffled by the bag. “You have consorted with the demoness Lilith.”

I wanted to hiss, “So did you, Mary! You summoned Lilith from Hell. You and Mark gave her the key to her freedom. You should hang with us!”

The gag prevented me.

“You have borne her monstrous daughters,” Mary continued. “You committed biological terrorism resulting in the deaths of billions. You occupied and raped the city of Seattle, exterminating the male population. For your crimes, you are sentenced to death by hanging.”

“All who still worship Lilith shall follow,” Mark boomed. “But anywho forswear Lilith and repudiate her monstrous ways shall find mercy at the hands of their loving Gods. Chantelle and Svitlana have squandered their chance for mercy and have earned their fate.”

The trapdoor dropped and I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

The darkness gave way to a searing wind that blistered against my skin. I opened my eyes, coughing as yellow dust, reeking of rotten eggs, blew into my mouth. I stood in yellow dust. Everywhere I looked, a pervasive, sallow haze swallowed the land.

“Chantelle!” I screamed, my voice ripped away by the howling wind.

For a moment, a chain flashed about my throat, leading off into the fog. Leading to Chantelle. It was our connection, the Chabab spell binding our souls together forever. I stumbled in the direction that the chain flashed, screaming for my wife.

Where are you? Chantelle sent to my mind. I’m lost!

Me, too! Everything is yellow.

I saw the chain for a second. I tried to follow it, but I think I’m turned around. It’s all the same. Her thoughts were on the verge of panic.

I focused on the chain, trying to see it again. My hand reached out, waving in front of me, trying to touch the metaphorical connection. We weren’t in the real world any longer. We were in Hell. There had to be a way to see it or to touch it. I visualized what I had seen, picturing the chain leading out before me.

My hand brushed hard metal. I seized it, the chain flashing into existence before me.

I’m coming! I sent, my hands pulling on the chain. Stay put. I’m coming.

I knew you would, Chantelle sent, relief bubbling in her thoughts. You’ll always come for me.

To death and beyond, I sent back.

I followed the chain through the howling storm. It didn’t take long to find her. We probably appeared only feet apart but were unable to see or hear each other in the terrible wind. She huddled into a ball on the ground.

She was beautiful. The wounds inflicted on her that last week of our lives had healed, her face shining with love. I fell to my knees, wrapping my arms around her, and exulted in the solid warmth of her body. We were in Hell, but we had each other. We could find a way to survive.

“We need shelter!” she screamed in my ear. I could barely hear her.

Yes! I agreed, sending the thought. It was easier than screaming in her ear. Where?

We could stumble around aimlessly in this storm and probably never get anywhere. I huddled with her, our bodies stretched out across the dusty ground. The wind seemed to scream in from every direction at once, denying any protection from its touch.

My mind hurt trying to wonder how that was possible.

No. I needed to focus on the shelter. If only there was a way to dig into the ground and form a cozy little home for ourselves, with a nice soft blanket to lounge on, while we waited out the storm. I could see it in my mind.

Hell responded, feeding off the power of our souls.

The ground beneath us opened and we fell onto a soft blanket. Chantelle gasped in surprise. We were in a small, cozy cave, lying on a quilted blanket that was not unlike something my grandmother would have sewn. The storm howled above us, but it didn’t touch us down here.

“That’s amazing,” Chantelle gasped. “How did you do that?”

“I imagined it.” I smiled. “I guess this is Hell. It’s not a real place.”

“You are amazing!” My wife’s lips met mine, her tongue flashing.

My blood boiled. For a week, we had been kept apart, not able to love each other. She pushed me back onto the blankets, her perky breasts rubbing against my heavy tits. I savored how soft the blanket was, relishing being comfortable in Hell when I had been so miserable on Earth.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” my wife purred, her tongue sliding across my cheek to my ears.

“Promise?” I giggled.

Her smile was naughty and my pussy flushed with heat.

Chantelle kissed down my neck, her tongue flicking, tasting me everywhere. I shivered in delight as her hands kneaded my breasts, squeezing them together. Milk beaded, leaking out of my large, dark nipples. Her tongue flickered out, licking up the milky drop.

And then she latched on and sucked.

“Oh, yes, I love it when you do that,” I purred, her cheeks hollowing as she nursed. Why did I have breast milk in Hell? Because I believed I should have it?

Her mouth suckled. She let it fill her mouth before she swallowed it. I groaned and squirmed, jolts of delight shooting down to my pussy. My body squirmed on the ground, the heat radiating through me. It felt incredible.

I stroked her dark hair as she nursed from me, my pussy burning. My clit throbbing. I could grow it into my girl-cock. I shuddered, enjoying our little paradise in the midst of Hell. Our souls were bound together for all eternity.

It wasn’t so bad.

“Yes, yes, Chantelle,” I moaned as she nursed and sucked on me.

Her mouth popped off. “Mmm, you taste so sweet. So delicious.”

I smiled at her and then gasped as she suckled again.

My back arched. My thighs rubbed together as she sucked with such greedy hunger on me. My twat grew juicier and juicier. My thighs rubbed together as I reveled in this joy. This wondrous delight coursed through me.

When she’d drained my right breast, she kissed over to my left. She purred happily as she latched onto my nipple and nursed. I stroked her black hair, my pussy on fire. I needed relief. I had to do something. She felt so amazing.

“Mmm, Chantelle,” I moaned. I spread my legs, humping my clit against her stomach. “Feel what you’ve done to me.”

She sucked harder.

I let my cock grow. It sprouted against her belly as she nursed. With every beat of my heart, my girl-dick grew thicker, longer. It was pressed between us, the sensitive tip drinking in the feel of our hot flesh.

Chantelle’s mouth popped off my nipple. She giggled, licking her lips clean of my milk. “Are you giving me a hint where I should lick next?”

“Maybe,” I purred.

She winked at me.

I groaned as she kissed down my large breast, her small tits pressing into my flesh. She reached my ribs, kissing lower and lower. I groaned when she reached my stomach, her tongue licking around it. Her breasts rubbed against my throbbing cock as she went lower.

She grabbed my dick, stroking it while her tongue dipped into my bellybutton. I squirmed, my cock throbbing. She teased me, her eyes flashing. She was such a wondrous delight. My pussy clenched as she continued on.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned as her naughty mouth worked lower and lower.

Her lips reached my pubic mound as she fisted my cock. Then she was at the base of my cock, licking at the lips of my pussy wrapped around it. She flicked her tongue along my pussy lips, bypassing my cock to nuzzle into my labia.

I groaned in delight as she fluttered her tongue up and down my slit, teasing me. I moaned, my lips needing to be filled with something. My nipple bobbed at the bottom of my vision. My left breast still had milk in it, its nub beading with white cream.

“Chantelle,” I moaned while lifting my large breast to my mouth.

My lips latched onto my nipple. I suckled from my own tit, savoring the flood of creamy milk. It squirted hot into my mouth. It filled me. I shuddered, enjoying this delicious treat. Her tongue fluttered up and down my pussy while I nursed from myself.

It was such a treat.

Her tongue flicked up my folds to the base of my cock. I shuddered as she climbed my shaft. My hips trembled. I gulped down my breast milk. The creamy delight poured down my throat as she licked up and up and up my shaft.

She reached the tip of my girl-dick.

I squealed around my hard nipple as her tongue darted around the tip of my cock. Her tongue caressed it, teasing me. Her eyes sparkled while I nursed in delight. My dick throbbed, aching for her to suckle on it like I did my nipple.

Instead, she darted her head back down.

I moaned her name around my nipple as her tongue rooted through my pussy. She licked and drank my excitement, her tongue moving lower and lower. Her hands pushed my legs wider apart. Then she shoved them beneath my ass.

She lifted my rump as her tongue reached my taint. I moaned in delight around my nipple, my clit-dick aching as it absorbed the sensations she gave me. Her tongue darted down to my asshole. I groaned as she rimmed me. I shuddered, my nipple popping from my mouth.

“Chantelle, you dirty woman,” I moaned, sweet milk lingering on my mouth.

“Yes, I am,” she purred before her tongue darted around my asshole.

She rimmed me. She caressed my naughty sphincter. I whimpered, my toes curling and my pussy clenching. Tingles raced from my butthole to my cunt before flooding up my cock to this delicious ache at the tip.

I had to cum. I had to explode. I whimpered and moaned as her tongue wiggled against my asshole. She pressed it into my bowels. She thrust it into me and swirled around, caressing my velvety flesh. My toes flexed as she loved me.

“Yes, yes, Chantelle!” I moaned.

Her tongue was so naughty in me. So wicked. She teased me before she flicked her tongue out of me and fluttered it back to my pussy. She dived into my folds, sending new delight racing up to the aching tip of my girl-cock.

I needed that relief satiated. I whimpered as her tongue darted around inside my naughty snatch. My large breasts jiggled as I shuddered. I bit my lip, whimpering in delight as she caressed my petals with her hungry tongue.

“Suck my dick,” I moaned. “Do it!”

“Mmm, yes,” she moaned and began kissing and smooching her way up to the tip of my cock.

“I’m so horny,” I moaned as she climbed higher and higher. “Let me feel your lips wrapped around me. Don’t tease me.”

She giggled again and then her tongue flicked up from where my shaft met the spongy tip, crossing that sensitive spot. I gasped. My entire body shook and shuddered as she caressed me there. This wicked heat surged through me. My heart hammered in my chest. My fingers flexed and relaxed. I was so lost to this pleasure.

Her tongue swirled, darting about the head of my cock. I shuddered, arching my back and thrusting my dick up into the air. My tip pressed into her lips. They slid around my crown. I groaned as I sank into her warm, wet depths.

“Yes, yes, Chantelle!” I gaped in delight.

She sucked on my cock. Her tongue caressed around my shaft as her head bobbed. Her black hair danced about her lovely face as she loved me. My girl-dick twitched. My pussy clenched, absorbing the pleasure that she gave me.

It was wonderful. The best. My toes curled as my heart hammered in my chest. Rapture pumped through my veins. Every time she sucked, the pressure built in my ovaries. She primed them, getting them ready to fire my jizz into her mouth.

She was greedy for my cum, and I was eager to give it to her.

“I love you so much!” I moaned, my hips thrusting upward, fucking my cock deeper into her mouth. “You’re amazing.”

It got better.

She thrust three fingers into my pussy. My eyes widened at the intrusion. My cunt clenched around her digits, squeezing them. Pleasure rippled through my cunt to my aching dick’s tip. Her mouth sucked so hard.

I was almost there.

I came.

My pussy convulsed about her fingers. Rippling waves of passion rushed through my body while at the same moment, my cock erupted. Hot cum squirted into her mouth. I groaned with each blast, powerful jolts of ecstasy slamming into my mind.

She drank down my passion as greedily as my breast milk. White spunk leaked out of her mouth, trickling down her chin as blast after blast filled her. I trembled on the blanket, stars bursting across my eyes. The rapture felt incredible. It spilled over my mind.

“Oh, yes, Chantelle!” I moaned as she sucked the last blast of cum out of my dick.

I collapsed, panting, my big breasts rising as she nursed on my cock. Her eyes were naughty. Her fingers pulled out of my pussy. She gave a final suck, making my toes curl from the pleasure, then popped her mouth off my shaft.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” she purred. She crawled up my body, her own cock thrusting out from her pussy. She grabbed it, stroking it. “Where should I stick this?”

“Hmm, how about my asshole.” I laughed. “I haven’t had your dick back there. Besides, your tongue teased me. I need more.”

“Naughty slut,” my wife said, a tone of fondness in her words as she guided her cock down the folds of my pussy.

I winked at her.

I groaned as her tip caressed my sensitive pussy lips. Then she pressed between my asscheeks. I shuddered as her head pushed against my sphincter. Her precum lubed the way, along with her spit. She thrust forward.

I groaned. My anal ring stretched open for her thick dick. This naughty sensation rippled through me. The heat was intense. I gasped, my own shaft throbbing hard again as her cock’s tip popped into my bowels.

It was incredible to experience this as she sank deeper and deeper into my anal depths. I squeezed around her, shuddering. My heart hammered in my chest. I smiled at Chantelle as her cock filled me. My girl-dick twitched and throbbed as she bottomed out in me.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Fuck my ass! I love it, baby! We have eternity to love each other!”

She grinned as she grabbed my legs. She threw them over her shoulders, her dick sliding deep into my ass. Her small breasts rubbed into the back of my thighs as she drew back her hips, sliding through my velvety sheath.

Then she slammed back in. Not hard. Slowly. I groaned as she took her time, teasing me. This was a wicked delight. Pleasure rippled through me, my clit-dick throbbing as her cock slid in and out of my depths.

“Chantelle,” I whimpered, her hard nipples rubbing against the backs of my thighs.

“Mmm, this is a delight!” she moaned. “Paradise in Hell.”

“Through sodomy!” I moaned and then giggled.

She laughed as she thrust harder. Faster. I shuddered, moans bursting from my lips. My hips writhed to meet her thrusts. I squeezed my bowels down on her, loving how thick she was. The pleasure rippled out of me, melting my pussy and growing the pleasure at the tip of my dick.

It was incredible to feel her plunging into me. To be fucked by my wife’s girl-cock. I groaned and humped faster, working her dick deeper into me. Our flesh slapped together as she gripped my thighs, her face twisting in rapture.

The pleasure washed out of my bowels, swept through my pussy, and ended at the tip of my throbbing cock. Precum leaked out of it and splashed on my belly. I groaned, loving it. I squeezed around her as she thrust faster and faster.

“That’s it! Pound me!” I moaned. “Make me cum!”

“So hard!” she gasped as she slammed into my bowels.

Chantelle pounded my asshole. I loved it. The heat grew intense, building in my core with her every wild plunge. I gasped and moaned, my voice louder than the howling winds above. My dick twitched and throbbed.

Her cock felt like heaven in me. She stimulated me. The heat bled through my body. My pussy leaked juices, spilling down my taint to my asshole being plundered by her girl-dick. My toes curled and my big boobs jiggled.

“That’s it. Cum on my dick,” purred Chantelle. “I want to feel that amazing delight. You’re going to make me explode!”

“Yes, yes!” I panted, my eyes squeezing shut as a wave of pleasure shot through me. “I’m going to cum.”

Chantelle thrust hard into me. Her crotch smacked into my pussy. The delight rippled through my pussy lips and down to my asshole. My dick twitched. My ovaries brimmed with girl-cum. I couldn’t help it.

As she drew back, her friction set me off.

I gasped as I came. My cock erupted, shooting cum up my body and splashing onto my heaving breasts. The hot jizz soaked me while the pleasure rushed from my cock and hammered into my mind. It was delicious and dizzying all at the same time.

My pussy gushed juices. My cunt spasmed, waves of rapture flowing out of me. They gushed down to her hard cock reaming my convulsing ass. My bowels rippled around on her girth, massaging her as the pleasure burned through my body. I gasped and moaned, tossing my head, my senses assaulted by bliss.

“Lana!” my wife screamed.

“Cum in me!” I moaned.

She whimpered and buried into my spasming bowels.

Her cock erupted.

Pulse after delicious pulse of cum flooded my bowels. I was full of a hot, sticky mess that I savored. I groaned and shuddered, milking her dry while my own dick spurted a final blast of cum to splash on my belly.

I panted, the pleasure spilling through me. My body trembled. I whimpered and groaned. My heart screamed in my chest. This was the best. Chantelle trembled over me. Her face twisted in rapture as she fired the last blast of cum into my asshole.

“Lana!” she murmured, swaying.

My legs parted. Chantelle collapsed onto my cum-splattered body. Her small tits rubbed into my jizz-drenched boobs. I held her tight. I never wanted to let her go. We were going to spend eternity together.

Our lips came together in a kiss while her dick twitched in me. We were both still hard.

So eager to devour each other.

We made love for hours. As we did, energy built in our souls. Our lust seemed to feed each other, making us a little stronger. We never grew tired. We never grew hungry. We were beyond those mortal concerns. We took each other in every way we could imagine waiting for the storm to die down.

Finally, the winds slowed and a blood-red sky appeared. We crawled out of her hiding hole, looking around at the sulfur plain. In the far distance, a skeletal forest reared. I didn’t like the look of that.

“Lana!” Chantelle gasped.

I turned and blinked in horror. A brawny man stopped twenty feet away. He leered at us while behind him, he dragged five women in chains, their bodies coated in yellow dust. A hungry smile crossed his lips as he eyed our naked bodies, his cock throbbing hard.

Disgust rippled through me. My skin crawled as two new black-iron collars appeared in his free hand.

“You two are the most beautiful yet I’ve found,” he growled. “You didn’t escape from Dis? No, you’re newly dead, right? Well, don’t worry; Superman will take good care of you.”

I blinked and then noticed the red S painted on his muscular chest. “He’s the Warlock who thought he was Superman,” I groaned. “From Scotland.”

“I am Superman!” the brute roared and flew at us.

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