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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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Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“I had a vision,” Iris moaned. “I know where Mother is!”

“You found Lilith!” I gasped, my pussy squeezing around my wife’s futa-dick.

I stared up in shock at Iris. She was a Nirah, a breed of Lilith’s daughters that had the power of divination. I peered into her snake-like, green eyes set in her sinuous face framed by dark-green hair. Her forked tongue flicked out with excitement.

“I have,” she said with confidence.

I disentangled myself from my wife, Chantelle, and her daughter Lamia. We had been celebrating our reunion after Chantelle had escaped with many women from the Brass City of Dis. She had been a prisoner of the despicable bastard Brandon. It was sickening to find him possessing such power in Hell already. With our allies, the Molech survivors led by Colton Bray, we’d tried to defeat Brandon. Sadly, we didn’t have enough strength to take the city and were forced to retreat.

“You found her?” Chantelle gasped, standing up. Her black hair swept about her supple back. “Are you sure?”

Iris nodded. “She’s to the east across the Sulfur Plains. I had a vision of her in a fortress of women ruled by a ghost.”

I frowned. “A ghost?”

“I don’t understand everything I witnessed,” Iris said. “But she seemed fine. There’s a skeletal forest across the plain, and in the center is a fortress with many women, concubines to this ghost. Outside the fortress is an army of men, women, and ape-like demons.”

“Do you know about this, Lamia?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered. “My husband and wife told me.” A smile crossed her lips. Lamia was coming to have affection for Bray and Yun, the leaders of the Molech survivors. Lamia had married the pair to create an alliance between them and Lilith’s followers.

I found it disgusting that she’d submitted to a man, but we did need the alliance. At least Colton wasn’t as bad a man as he could be. His harem of women seemed happy, and the men following him didn’t rape the women.

Not like Brandon.

I shuddered to think about that. Poor Crystal had been badly brutalized by Brandon. She’d spent the entire flight from Dis crying in her mother’s arms.

“So who are they?” I asked Lamia, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, right. They’re followers of the Ghost of Paris, whoever that is. They’ve been here for a few months, carving out the Skeletal Forest as their domain. They’re crafty. Their scouts can turn invisible, and they dress like cheerleaders.”

I blinked. “Cheerleaders?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Chantelle said, passion in her voice. “We need to go and get Lilith. Lamia, you promised to help us.”

“I will send some of our forces with you,” Lamia said. “I can promise a third by myself.”

“Thank you,” I told her.

In an hour, we were moving out onto the Sulfur Plains. I was excited. We’d found Lilith. A third of the Molechites went with us, led by Lamia. The followers of Lilith cheered and clapped. Her monstrous daughters quivered in delight.

We brimmed with excitement. Mine quickly faded.

I despised the Sulfur Plains. It was endless, yellow dust that seemed to get everywhere, staining your flesh. On the second day of our march, we came across the ambush site. Here many daughters of Lilith had been butchered by Brandon’s army under the direction of the Samurai.

My blood boiled thinking about that red-armored man and his three whores.

None of Lilith’s daughters were dead, just in agony, their bodies hacked into a dozen pieces. We pieced them back together and healed them with our power. They wept in thanks to be free of their cruel torment. Luka, a vampiric girl, hugged me tight with her blood-red hair, and Haja wept rainbow tears.

Once we had repaired the damage the Samurai had caused, we resumed our march. On the horizon, the Skeletal Forrest appeared as a dark smudge. It grew larger and larger with every step we took. I trembled with excitement as we trudged across the sulfur, eager to see my goddess again.

“We’ll save you from the Ghost, Lilith,” I promised under my breath.

“We will,” Chantelle agreed. She took my hand, warmth flooding through me. Support.

I squeezed my wife’s hand back.

* * *

The Ghost

“Ghost,” Deidre purred. As she stepping into my room, her eyes flashed around, looking for me. “Are you in here?”

I admired her naked beauty. Deidre still wore the small, silver glasses from her time as the sexy librarian of Paris, Texas, but nothing else. My cock hardened as I appreciated her tawny hair falling about her shoulders, the swell of her large breasts, and the curves of her hips.

“He’s in here somewhere,” Lilith purred, lounging on a pillow with her legs spread wide. “He just made such wonderful love to me.”

Deidre smiled, glancing at Lilith’s well-fucked pussy leaking my invisible cum mixed with her pussy juices—it was a strange sight to see her cream bubbling about nothing. “I reckon he made quite the delicious mess in you.”

“Maybe you should come clean it up.” Lilith giggled. “I know our Ghost would love to watch that.”

Deidre shuddered in lust. “I will, but I need to talk to the Ghost first.”

I padded up behind Deidre, loving to stalk unseen. I cupped her bubbly ass and gave her a nice, hard squeeze. She moaned, shivering in delight at the power of my touch. My hand slid higher, my finger tracing up her spine as I stepped closer, my cock brushing her plump rump.

“My love,” she moaned. “Latonya and her scouts are back from the north.”

“What did they spy in the Obsidian Mountains?” I asked, my hand sliding around her hips. I pulled her close as my wandering touch caressed up the smooth stomach to her heavy breasts. I gave both of those lush mounds a squeeze.

“Oh, Lord, yes,” she breathed.

“Don’t be gettin’ distracted,” I told her, loving her struggle to control herself as my touch inflamed her lusts. I rolled a fat nipple between my right hand’s thumb and forefinger. “Tell me what they saw.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “They spotted a large group of women and strange demons. I think the strange demons are Lilith’s daughters.”

I glanced over at Lilith, seeing how she reacted. “More women and monsters to serve you, Ghost,” the former goddess giggled, rubbing at her pussy. Her silvery hair spilled about her shoulders. “Ooh, won’t someone please eat my pussy out?”

“I will,” a playful voice said, and a young woman with round breasts and auburn hair spilled in. “I love eatin’ Daddy’s cum out of your cooch, Lilith.”

Annabeth, my daughter with the ex-ghost hunter Carla, dropped to her knees. She wiggled her sexy ass at me as she leaned over, lowering her head. I groaned at the sight of my daughter nuzzling into Lilith’s cunt, pinching both of Deidre’s nipples now.

I loved watching one of my seven daughters eat my cum out of well-fucked cootch.

My pecker throbbed harder. It swelled as I shifted around. I had to stick it in a hole. I knew the perfect one to find. I shifted my hips, the tip of my dick sliding into Deidre’s butt-cheeks. I watched her plump spheres part for my shaft as I moved it lower and lower. I found her asshole.

I thrust.

Deidre gasped, “Yes, my Ghost! I love it when you fuck my ass!”

“Your cornhole is so tight,” I groaned as I sank into her delicious bowels. “It’s abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazin’!”

Deidre pushed back into my thrusts as I slammed into her ass. She gripped me tightly, her velvety bowels massaging the tip of my pecker. The grip was incredible. My balls drank it in as I plundered her hole, watching her butt-cheeks ripple from my invisible impact.

Hell was providing such delicious delights.

Annabeth noisily ate out Lilith. My daughter wiggled that cute rump as she feasted on my cum and the succubus’s juices. Lilith moaned in delight, her violet eyes fluttering and her silver hair flying. Her lush breasts, huge and perky, heaved as she trembled.

“That’s it, precious, eat my pussy!” she gushed, grabbing my daughter’s fiery hair. “Oh, yes! You just have an appetite for cum and pussy.”

“I do!” Annabeth giggled. “And your cooch is just so purtee. I can’t resist.”

“You’re just a slut like your momma,” I growled, thrusting harder into Deidre’s pussy, reveling in the tight grip around my cock.

“The biggest slut,” Annabeth agreed.

“All your daughters are big sluts,” a new voice laughed.

Still thrusting, I turned my head and groaned as Rhonda May and her twin, Marissa, sauntered in. The near-identical sisters sprawled together on a pile of pillows. Their bodies intertwined. Their small breasts pressed together as they kissed, humping their juicy cootches together.

“I only raise the horniest sluts,” I agreed, my gaze flashing from the incestuous sisters to my daughter’s pussy peeking out between her thighs as she feasted on Lilith.

My pecker throbbed. I fucked Deidre’s cornhole harder, our flesh slapping together. The slut gasped and moaned, shuddering in delight. I fucked her with powerful strokes, loving the sights to behold. Pussy cream dripped out of my daughter’s cooch as she feasted on the succubus.

Deidre’s bowels clenched around my dick. Her head threw back as I pumped away at her asshole. I kissed and nuzzled at her neck. Her bowels clenched around my dick, increasing the friction; my balls tightened at the wonderful grip.

“Oh, Ghost!” Deidre panted. “I love it! Fuck me with your pecker! It’s the best!”

“Just enjoy, sweetness,” I groaned.

I plowed her, my balls smacking into her flesh. Lilith shuddered before me, moaning and gasping, writhing on my daughter’s hungry mouth. She gripped Annabeth’s hair, holding my daughter-slut to that juicy pussy.

Annabeth licked with passion. I could hear her. She moaned, wiggling that rump. She knew I was watching. My dick throbbed and ached. The pressure grew and grew at the tip. I growled, so eager to explode.

“Sure as shit, you love shakin’ that booty at me, daughter,” I growled.

“I can feel you watchin’ me, Daddy!” she moaned. “Makes me so wet.”

“Makes her eat my pussy with hunger!” groaned Lilith. “Yes, yes, get that tongue in me.”

“Oh, shit!” Deidre groaned, her bowels gripping my dick. “That’s hot. I’m ’bout to cum!”

“Cum like a cheerleader writhin’ beneath the quarterback,” I growled. “Cum like the slut you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Deidre gasped, her body spasming in my embrace.

Her ass writhed about my pecker, massaging me. I thrust into her anal depths, her breasts jiggling in my squeezing grip. Her flesh convulsed around me, teasing me. It was this incredible pleasure. I savored it as I plowed into her again and again. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“Oh, Ghost, yes!” she howled, her bowels writhing about my pecker. “Cum in me!”

I groaned, my balls tightening. My cum was ready to explode. I slammed forward, burying my pecker into the depths of Deidre’s ass. The pressure exploded out of me. My balls unloaded. My cum fired from my dick.

“Hot damn!” I whooped as the pleasure shot through me.

My cum spurted over and over into her depths. I flooded her bowels, the pleasure surging through me. I squeezed her breasts, gripping her hard while the dizzying passion rippled around me. My eyes squeezed shut.

Her bowels milked me. She wrung me dry. My balls grew tighter as the pleasure slammed into my mind. I drank it in, loving that I could feel such bliss even in Hell. I shuddered and groaned, my pleasure reaching its peak for one wonderful moment.

“Oh, damn!” I groaned, releasing her.

“Ghost!” whimpered Deidre as she stumbled forward. Her bowels slid off my dick. She collapsed onto the pillows, panting in delight.

“That’s it, slut, make me cum,” Lilith moaned, grinding on my daughter’s face. “Oh, yes. You wonderful child. Oh, Annabeth!”

Lilith’s magnificent breasts, heavy and perfectly formed, heaved as her orgasm exploded through her. My daughter feasted on her. She licked the succubus clean. The former goddess howled her pretty head off with her bliss.

Then she collapsed on the pillows, panting hard.

My cock remained hard, aching to be pleasured again by one of my sluts. Annabeth sat up and twisted her body, looking in my direction. I love the sight of her mouth smeared with pussy cream. Her eyes were glossy, unfocused for a moment as her little breasts rose and fell.

“Remember your manners, girl,” I told my daughter.

She smiled and turned to Lilith. “Mmm, that was delicious. Thank you kindly for the meal, Lilith.”

“Always happy to share my creampie with you, child,” Lilith purred, pulling my daughter close. Annabeth draped over the succubus’s body and they shared a wicked kiss.

My pecker throbbed.

“Oh, Daddy, I want you!” Annabeth squealed in delight when they finished kissing. She flew off of Lilith and bounded towards me. She stopped a foot away, looking around. “You still here?”

“Course I am,” I said and pushed down on her head, forcing her to her knees.

Truthfully, I didn’t have to force her. She did it with a smile.

“Oh, Daddy, I love suckin’ your cock fresh from Miss Cheshire’s asshole,” she moaned, her hands feeling out before her, fingers twitching as she searched for my hidden flesh. She found my thighs and slid up my invisible flesh to my crotch. She grasped my cock. “Thank you kindly for this treat.”

“And I love it when such a purtee, young thang sucks my pecker.” I seized her hair and pulled her face to my cock, the tip nudging her lips.

She opened wide and swallowed my dick.

Her plump lips engulfed my cock in wet heaven. I groaned as her mouth engulfed my cock. Her lips sealed about my pecker. She sucked. The pleasure shot down to my balls as she polished my pecker clean of Delilah’s sour asshole.

Pleasure surged down my shaft to my balls.

My daughter moaned about my cock as she sucked me clean with a fierce hunger. I stroked through her hair, smiling down with pride at my ravenous, lusty daughter’s enthusiasm. She sucked, drool running down her chin.

I could see into her mouth, watching her tongue dance around my shaft. She soaked me in her saliva, sucking hard. Her green eyes stared up at me with worship. They were just perfect, making my balls ache.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Worship Daddy’s pecker.”

She moaned louder about my cock.

Her hands found my balls, playing with them with her gentle fingers. She massaged them, eager for my cum to fire into her mouth. I groaned, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. The pleasure was incredible.

A wicked delight.

“Ghost,” Deidre purred. I glanced at her. She’d rolled onto her back, her fingers playing with her asshole. She brought my invisible cum to her lips.

“What?” I asked, enjoying my daughter’s blowjob.

“What do you want done ’bout the Lilithites to the north?”

“They need to serve the Ghost,” Lilith purred. She crawled towards the ex-librarian. “Let me clean your ass up, Deidre. I need more of his cum.”

“Lick her ass, slut!” giggled Marissa as she tribbed with her twin sister. “Suck all the jizz out like the cum-whore you are.”

“I am such a cum-whore,” moaned Lilith. “I love it. Why did I ever hate this salty treat?”

“The Ghost molded you into a proper whore,” moaned Deidre. She leaned back and then groaned as the succubus nestled down to lick at her asshole. “That’s it, clean me up.”

“Hot damn,” I groaned, watching Deidre writhe on Lilith’s tongue.

I gripped my daughter’s hair as I loved her mouth sucking at my pecker. I fucked my cock deep into her mouth. She needed to clean every drop of me. I brushed the back of her throat. Her hands massaged my balls. I glanced down at her.

Her green eyes sparkled.

“What an abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely ‘mazin’ daughter you is,” I grunted and thrust hard.

My cock slammed down her throat. My balls smacked into her chin. She moaned, sucking so hard, cleaning off every inch of my dick. I drew back, savoring her moans vibrating around my cock. My balls tightened as I thrust into her again.

I pounded her mouth. I fucked my cock down her throat again and again, shuddering in delight as her tight gullet massaged my pecker. The pleasure swelled in my balls smacking into her chin. She moaned, sucking and slurping, loving me.

“That’s it, baby girl,” I cooed. “Love Daddy’s pecker. I’m gonna shoot so much cum down your throat. Oh, yes, sweetheart!”

Annabeth sucked harder, eager for my treat. Her fingers massaged my balls with more insistence. She wanted my cum to explode into her mouth. My other woman moaned throughout the room, adding to the joy. The twins gasped and moaned. Deidre whimpered.

The pleasure swelled at the tip of my cock. I couldn’t take much more. It was perfect. My daughter was such a slut. I rammed deep down her gullet, my balls thwacking into her chin. I gripped her hair hard, and then I erupted into her mouth.

“Drink it all down, sweetheart,” I growled as my cum pumped straight down to her belly.

The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, savoring the pleasure shooting to my mind. It was the best thing in the worked. I groaned, my balls unloading more and more cum into her belly. I drew back my cock as I erupted, flooding it down her throat and then into her mouth.

“That’s it. That’s my good, l’il slut.”

I shuddered as I popped the last load of cum into her mouth. Her lips sucked hard, drawing out the last of my cum. I groaned and then ripped my cock out of her, panting as I came down from my orgasmic high.

Annabeth smiled when she looked up at me, her mouth swimming with my invisible sperm. She swirled her tongue about, closed her lips, and swallowed.

“Yummy, Daddy. I love it.”

“That’s my girl,” I told her.

I fell back onto the pillows, denting them. With a squeal, the twins’ nubile bodies were on me. They pressed on either side of me, their eyes hot. I groaned at the feel of their juicy twats grinding on my thighs and their hard nipples rubbing on my chest.

They both gasped and moaned, shuddering as they writhed against my flesh. Annabeth fell on my chest, rubbing her round tits into me as she found my cock. She rubbed her little pussy against it as the twins humped against me.

“I need your pecker in my cooch,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Daddy.”

“Do it,” moaned Marissa, her tongue nibbling at my ear. “It’s so hot.”

“Incest is the best,” Rhonda May groaned.

“Yes, it is,” agreed Annabeth as her tight cooch nuzzled into my cock’s tip.

“Do it!” I moaned.

I gasped as she pressed her tight cooch down my pecker. I growled and shuddered as she engulfed me in her incestuous flesh. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling before her. Her eyes fluttered as she took more and more of me into her silky heaven.

She bottomed out on me. Every inch of her tight cunt engulfed my pecker. My dick throbbed in her. I groaned, savoring this union of our flesh. I felt her pleasure, little drops of it flowing into my soul, feeding the vast reservoir of power I had.

Emotions were the fuel of Hell. The darker, the more full of pain, the more energy provided.

I liked the pleasurable bliss. The shuddering delight. The naughty incest.

“Oh, yes, Daddy,” she moaned with such wanton delight, her pussy squeezing around me. “That’s what my cunt needs.”

“You’re just my sexy slut,” I drawled. “Mmm, got my lusts runnin’ hot through your veins like magma bubblin’ outta a volcano.”

“Gonna erupt on you, Daddy!” she moaned, sliding her pussy up my dick.

I groaned at the delicious heat gripping my pecker. She slid her pussy up and down my cock. Her wonderful flesh massaged me. I growled in delight, savoring every bit of her flesh caressing me. It was an amazing sensation to enjoy.

The twins rose up and snuggled into my daughter. They kissed at her cheeks, their hands stroking her body. Her breasts. My daughter whimpered, sliding her hot cooch up and down my pecker, enjoying the twins teasing touches. They kissed her on the lips, taking turns as she rode me.

“Hot damn, that’s a sight to see,” I groaned.

In the background, Deidre cried out in rapture as she came on Lilith’s mouth.

I just stared at my daughter. Marissa and Rhonda May cupped my daughter’s breasts, squeezing and kneading those firm titties. My daughter’s cooch tightened about my pecker. She rode me faster and faster, sliding that wonderful snatch up and down my cock.

The pleasure tightened in my balls. I shuddered, watching Rhonda May tongue wrestling with my daughter. The twins’ fingers pinched and pulled on my daughter’s nipples. It was incredible. The ache grew and grew at the tip of my pecker.

In the depths of my balls.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Annabeth moaned, breaking the kiss. “Oh, yes, Daddy. Your pecker is the best.”

“The best,” Rhonda May agreed.

She and her twin sister broke from my daughter to press into me again. Their pussies rubbed on my hot thighs. I held my twins tight, loving how they ground on me while my daughter worked her tight cooch up and down my pecker.

I drank in the love of all my women. My concubines were amazing. They did so much for me. I loved them all. My pecker throbbed in the tight embrace of Annabeth’s pussy, her tight flesh massaging my cock.

She was bringing me to the brink with her incestuous flesh.

“Cum on your Daddy’s pecker,” I growled. “Let me feel that cunt writhing ’bout me.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Let me help,” Rhonda May purred, and then she reached behind Annabeth, playing with her rump.

Annabeth gasped.

“What did you do?” Marissa asked, her hot cunt humping on my right leg.

“I shoved a finger up her asshole.” Rhonda May grinned at me. “That’ll make her cum.”

“Hot damn, it will,” I moaned, my daughter bucking on my cock now, her face twisting.

She erupted. Her pussy spasmed around my cock. Her incestuous juices bathed my balls as she bucked and shuddered. Her passion sang through the room. I groaned, my hands gripping both my twins’ tight asses as I savored this pleasure.

“Yes, yes! You wonderful, amazin’ slut!” groaned Annabeth as she thrashed in orgasmic delight. “Oh, yes! I’m cummin’, Daddy! You feelin’ my tight cooch massage your pecker, Daddy?”

“Yes, I fuckin’ do, sweetheart,” I groaned, savoring her tight sheath convulsing about me, eager for my cum.

My balls tightened.

“Cum in your daughter’s slutty hole,” purred Marissa, humping her shaved twat on my thigh, coating me in her cream. “Flood the little slut. She’s just achin’ for it.”

“I am!” agreed Annabeth, her incestuous pussy sucking at my pecker. “Please cum in me! That’s what my pussy was made for! I was born to be your whore, Daddy!”

I couldn’t hold back. The ache hit that pinnacle of no return. I snarled out, “Fuckin’ A, yes!”

My cock erupted. My cum fired over and over, basting her cunt with my hot seed. I shuddered in delight, thrusting into the depths of the hot furnace of her convulsing pussy. Pleasure slammed into my mind.

She squealed about me. Her pussy writhed and spasmed. She milked me dry. I grunted, every blast shooting rapture to my mind. I drank it in. I savored every last drop of my incestuous seed I fired into her pussy.

She shuddered and gasped atop me, crying out in joy, “Daddy! Daddy! Yes! I love your cum in me! I love you!”

“Love you, too!” I groaned, panting as her pussy wrung me dry. “You were abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazin’.”

She beamed at me while the twins kept humping against me.

“You had enough fun, Ghost?” Deidre asked. “What should we do ’bout them Lilith followers?”

* * *

Marybeth Ayers-Sargent

The Skeletal Forrest loomed ahead, but an army marched upon it. I groaned. I wanted to get back to the Ghost. This scouting trip had gone on long enough. My wife, step-daughter, and I had scouted out the City of Dis, discovering just how vile Brandon’s rule there was.

Now a new army was threatening our home. It wasn’t Brandon’s forces led by the Samurai who had crushed the minor demon lords that controlled the Sulfur Plains, but a new force swarming with strange demons.

“I think those are Lilith’s spawns,” my wife, Ursula, whispered as we watched from the rise.

Gabriella, my step-daughter, asked, “How can you be sure, Momma?”

“They were always on the news before we committed suicide,” Ursula answered. “Mark’s disgusting Theocracy was always showing pictures of them, keeping people alert for any of Lilith’s daughters sneaking outside of Seattle.”

“If we skirt alongside them invisible-like, we should make it back to the Ghost and warn him,” I whispered.

That meant taking off our Cheerleader uniforms and going naked. I hated going naked across the Sulfur Plains. The yellow dust got everywhere. I always felt so dirty. Even now, with my cheerleader skirt, spankies, and top on, my limbs were still covered in the dust.

“No helping it,” Ursula sighed. Her clothing vanished as she dismissed them back to the malleable substance of Hell, her heavy breasts popping into view. I smiled, admiring their heavy perfection. I did love my wife’s boobs.

“I guess not, Momma,” Gabriella agreed, her clothes vanishing. The girl’s breasts were almost as big as her mother’s. I loved her boobs, too. “Let’s—”

The ground suddenly erupted beneath Gabriella, dust flying into the air. A sinuous woman with brown skin emerged, wrapping about my stepdaughter like a snake, the serpent-woman’s body stretching. Gabriella’s blonde hair flew as she cried out in pain.

“You bitch!” Ursula hissed, a green sword flashing into her hands. She swung it at the monster that attacked us.

Yellow light flared from the monster’s eyes. The ground exploded beneath my wife’s feet, too. She was thrown into the air, screaming in pain. The monster crushing Gabriella flashed her yellow, slitted eyes at me.

I dove forward, rolling as the ground exploded behind me. I came up, sword out, slashing at the serpent-woman.

My sword sliced at her. The serpent-woman pivoted, pushing Gabriella’s body into my attack. I halted it before I cut my step-daughter. The ground rumbled beneath me. I cartwheeled backward, my cheerleader training paying off as I narrowly avoided another detonation of dirt.

I cast my eyes about for Ursula, but I didn’t see her. She had gone invisible. I dived to the left, holding the monster’s attention as my wife snuck in. The serpent-woman detonated the ground at my feet, keeping me from staying in one place long.

Sprays of sand and sharp shards of compressed sulfur scratched and cut my legs and face. I ignored the pain and kept my legs moving. I didn’t want to get caught. Poor Gabriella kept screaming as the monster tightened, crushing her like a python.

A green sword flickered into existence behind the serpent-woman. Ursula swung, cutting the serpent in half. The sinuous body uncoiled and fell in two halves about Gabriella. My step-daughter crumpled into a heap, her body broken. If we were in the real world, she’d be dead.

Ursula appeared, her body horribly cut and injured by the explosion, swathes of her skin and muscles missing. We needed to get back to the Ghost to heal.

“Momma,” Gabriella sobbed as she writhed on the sulfur sand.

“Hush, baby girl,” Ursula whispered. “We need to get out of here.”

“Your master will pay for holding our Mother,” the severed serpent-woman hissed. “We’ll free her from her imprisonment.”

I dismissed my clothes. “Gabriella, can you turn invisible?”

“What?” she sobbed.

“Go invisible,” I commanded her, grabbing one of the monster’s arms.

Ursula seized my arm. “What are you doing?” she hissed, understanding.

“We need information.”

Understanding flashed in her eyes. My wife said, “I got her. Grab Gabriela. She can’t walk.”

“Can you manage?” I asked my wife.

“Yes,” she nodded, grabbing the howling serpent-woman and dragging the monster. “Draw on the Ghost’s powers. We need to move faster than we ever have.”

I reached out, tapping the vast power of the Ghost, pulling on more than he allotted us. The Ghost let us draw upon his power. Energy flooded me. I shuddered, sweeping Gabriella up into my arms. I dashed forward, running like the wind, Ursula beside me, dragging the half-severed monster.

The Ghost had to know an army was coming to attack us.

* * *

Emi Yoshida

I dragged the woman down into the basements of the Brass Palace. She screamed and moaned, fighting against me. But she couldn’t do anything to me. I had such power, and she was just a worm. I was Justice.

Everything I did was right.

Yet the Samurai had defied me. He kept his women away from me. They never were out of his sight. They followed him everywhere, always one step behind him. His insolence was disgusting. He needed to pay for not sharing his women with me.

And I had just the way. An oni.

I found the small thing haunting the basement. It was starved, aching for souls and flesh to consume. A demonic hound. I pulled the woman down the stairs, delighting in her pain. In the depths of the basement, the floors were hot with the heat of Hell. I smiled as I ignored the blistering surface, too powerful for it to affect me.

The woman howled in wondrous pain.

At the end of a brass hallway, I opened the door to my kennel.

The demonic hound growled, its eyes glowing yellow in the darkness. “Here, boy,” I called, throwing the woman down. “I brought you a feast.”

The demonic dog warily approached. It was small and skeletal, its black skin stretched tight over its bones. It sniffed at the sobbing woman, its ears laid back. I smiled as the small hound, no larger than a pug, nipped at the woman’s flesh, devouring a bit of her essence.

She cried out in pain. “Please! Stop!”

“That’s it, boy,” I purred, kneeling down and stroking my pussy as the demonic dog ate more and more of her flesh. Of her immortal soul. “You’ll slowly grow big and powerful, and then you’ll consume the Samurai for me.”

I rubbed harder at my pussy, imagining that wonderful day. It would take decades to raise this demonic dog, to grow him into a monstrous mastiff, but that was okay—we needed the Samurai to conquer Hell for us.

When he wasn’t needed any longer, I would have his women to play with. I shoved two fingers into my cunt, working them in and out faster, savoring the screams of the woman as my hound slowly devoured the slave’s body.

It took hours, and I came so many times.

* * *

Lilith

I lay on the pillows, the twins suckling at my breasts. The Ghost lounged with Deidre on his lap. The busty woman seemed to float in the air, her heavy breasts moving about as the Ghost played with them.

“I will go to my daughters and bring them back to serve you,” I purred. “I want to help increase your powers.”

“We could send Latonya, Brandy, and Remelda with Lilith,” Deidre purred. “They can keep Lilith in line.”

“I don’t need to be kept in line,” I protested. “I’ve changed. I love being your concubine.”

My old life as a goddess seemed so long ago. When Mark killed me and I’d awoken to a new life in Hell, I didn’t have power any longer. It was such a relief now to be free of its burden. Of the constant weight of expectation and defiance. Power draws power. You had to constantly protect it.

Now I didn’t have to plot and strategize, to claw for every ounce of power I could manage. I didn’t even need to hate men. The Ghost showed me how wonderful they are. His touch was magical. I couldn’t resist anything when his hands were running over me.

“I reckon we should send an emissary,” the Ghost drawled. “Let them daughters know we gots her instead of riskin’ them capturin’ Lilith.”

“They would obey me,” I insisted.

“I think your words are wise,” Deidre agreed, flashing me a look.

“Very wise,” Rhonda May purred between nibbles on my nipple.

“If that is what you want, Ghost.” I swallowed and nodded. “I’ll submit. Gladly.” My lusts stirred again. There were always women to enjoy in his harem. I pulled the twins closer.

“We should send some sorta proof we gots her,” the Ghost continued.

“I…” Deidre frowned, glancing to the doorway.

There was a commotion. The door opened and three of the cheerleaders walked in badly wounded. Marybeth cradled the mangled body of the Ghost’s daughter Gabriella while Ursula, her flesh torn and shredded, dragged in…

“Abby!” I gasped in delight.

“Mother!” moaned my Dabbat daughter. The poor thing had been severed in half.

“There’s an army of these things, women, and Molech survivors marching on the forest from Dis, Ghost,” Marybeth reported, her face scratched.

That wasn’t the same group of my daughters that Latonya had spotted. They were coming in from the wrong direction.

The Ghost took Gabriella from her. “Daddy,” whimpered the blonde girl. “I’m sorry. She got me.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Daddy’s got yous.”

Gabriella moaned as her flesh mended, fixed by her master. Next, Marybeth collapsed and writhed as her flesh was repaired, letting out a whimper of pain. Gabriella cried in the Ghost invisible arms, raining kisses on him.

I crawled over to Abby, pulling her head onto my lap and caressing her face. “Mother…” she groaned.

“What’s going on?” I asked her. “Who leads this army?”

“Lana and Chantelle… they’re coming… to save you… Mother…”

“But I don’t need to be saved,” I laughed. “I’m happy here.”

The Dabbat blinked up at me. “Is he… making you say that…?”

I laughed. “No, my darling daughter. I am so happy here. I’m his concubine.”

“We need to… um…” the Ghost trailed off.

“Parley,” supplied Deidre.

“Yep. We need to parley with this Lana and Chantelle,” the Ghost decided. “Can you get back on your own, Abby?”

“Maybe,” Abby moaned.

“Marybeth and Ursula, take her as close as you dare and let her go. I reckon we can get this straightened out.”

Lilith nodded. “Yes. Lana and Chantelle will listen to me. They worship me. They’re my high priestesses.”

A plan popped into my head. Ursula and Marybeth carried my moaning daughter out of the room. I walked over to the Ghost, hugging him and kissing his cheek. Then I whispered, “They want me back. But once I command them, they’ll be yours. You’ll love Lana and Chantelle. They will make wonderful additions to your harem.”

“Lilith, I reckon I like your plan,” the Ghost laughed. “So just how purtee are these high priestesses of yours?”

“Pretty enough that they once belonged to Mark.” I gave a wicked laugh. “It was so much fun stealing them from him.”

* * *

Chantelle Paquet-Holub

The Ghost’s party strode out of the Skeletal Forest onto the plains. His soldiers and monkey-demons ringed a harem of women. The girls wore cheerleader outfits of black and gold with lions stretched across their breasts. Each wielded a green sword of various styles.

Strange bodyguards, I thought to my wife through our telepathic bond.

Lana giggled, then her eyes widened. I see Lilith! Oh, Chantelle, she’s walking near the center.

My eyes found my Goddess, her silver hair standing out in the group of humans. She walked by the strange void in the center, her right arm hooked like it was wrapped around someone’s waist. That must be this Ghost.

Why was that name so familiar?

The Ghost’s party broke up, the Cheerleaders pushing through the monkey-demon army, leading Lilith and a few other women along with their invisible master. I nodded to Cora. Lana’s monstrous daughter led the way, leading the group of monsters that ringed us. Lamia marched with her own group, surrounded by the skeletal demons that served her spouses.

Lilith smiled at us, her violet eyes almost glowing with excitement as we reached the midpoint. The cheerleaders and our monsters parted to let the two groups approach. I strode forward to meet this Ghost, my heart trembling at the sight of my goddess.

“Well, you are just a purtee as Lilith described,” a man drawled.

It was disconcerting not seeing him.

“I told you they were,” Lilith gushed. I almost gagged as my goddess rose on her tiptoes to kiss the invisible pervert on the lips.

He’s enslaved our goddess! Lana angrily thought while she bristled.

“I’d really like to avoid any misunderstandin’s,” the Ghost continued after the kiss. “My girls found your Lilith enslaved by a pack of rapers. They freed her and brought her to me. Your goddess swore herself to me and serves me freely.”

“I did,” Lilith purred. “He’s wonderful. Lana, Chantelle, fall to your knees and worship your new god.”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. I couldn’t believe I just told my goddess no, but… this wasn’t Lilith. The Ghost was somehow making her say these strange things. Lilith hated men. And rightly so, they were all disgusting.

Lilith blinked in surprise. “But… you’re my high priestesses. You have to listen to me. Have you forgotten your places?”

Cora growled. “Our Mother would never want us to serve men.”

“I fear the Ghost is controlling you,” Lamia purred.

“And you are?” the Ghost asked.

“My daughter, Lamia,” Lilith smiled.

“And the wife of Lord Mayor and Lady Colton, masters of Molech’s domain.” Lamia pushed back her violet hair. “I speak in my husband and wife’s name.”

“That explains your alliance,” a naked, busty woman with glasses said.

“We are very concerned with the growing power of Brandon,” Lamia continued. “He rules Dis and his armies have fought us. Perhaps this misunderstanding with our goddess’s capture can be worked out and other avenues explored.”

I nodded. “Yes. Otherwise, we would never ally with a man.”

“Now, Chantelle,” Lilith said, “men aren’t that bad.”

Cora growled again, her fist clenching.

“I reckon an alliance ain’t the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” the Ghost continued. “I just want to enjoy my afterlife with my concubines. We’ve been through a lot.”

“A third member of our alliance could prove very beneficial, Mother,” Lamia said to me.

“We’d need Lilith returned and freed from your control, Ghost,” I answered.

“I reckon I don’t have no problem with that.”

Lilith’s face fell.

“She’s all yours. I reckon I gots enough women to enjoy, plus more die every day and end up down here. I can part with her in exchange for this alliance ‘gainst Brandon.”

What do you think? I sent my wife.

It gets us Lilith back, and we could use more allies. His women seem happy.

I nodded my head. Maybe once Brandon’s defeated, we can revisit this alliance.

“It’s a deal,” my wife said. “You give us Lilith, and we’ll be your allies.”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” Lamia added.

Lilith stumbled forward as if she was pushed. “She’s all yours,” the invisible man drawled. “I renounced my claim on her.”

Our goddess blinked in surprise as she walked forward, glancing back at the Ghost and his retreating party. She walked forward, stopping before us. I trembled in delight, staring into her beautiful face.

“Oh, one last thang,” the Ghost drawled. “To the north, there be them Obsidian Mountains. You might like to occupy it. My scouts spotted more of Lilith’s wild daughters gatherin’ ’round there.”

“Thanks,” I said, frowning at the Ghost. He seemed… reasonable.

“Well, I’ll leave you and Mother to sort out things.” Lamia smiled. “I do need to get back to my spouses and tell them about this alliance.” She gave Lilith a hug. “I’m glad you’re safe, Mother.”

“Lamia?” Lilith pouted. “You’re leaving me?”

“I’m not your follower any longer, Mother. But I do still love you. And I know Lana and my human mother will be there for you.” Lamia gave a final smile, then she whirled around and led her forces away.

Lilith turned to face us, her smile spreading. “Lana, Chantelle, it is so wonderful to be back with you.”

“Yes, it is,” I said. I knelt at her feet, staring up at Lilith in worship. My wife joined me. “What is your first command?”

“To surrender to your new god, the Ghost.” An exultant smile crossed Lilith’s lips. She shuddered in ecstatic delight. “Oh, you two will love him.”

I blinked in shock, then I grabbed Lilith and summoned a tent about us, shaping it out of the fabric of Hell. Lana goggled beside me, staring at my hand gripping Lilith’s arm tight. What had happened to Lilith? She was free of the Ghost, so why was she still spouting this nonsense?

“What are you doing, Lana?” Lilith asked, trying to jerk her arm free but couldn’t.

Cora pushed into the tent and folded her arms across her chest. “What is going on, Mother?”

“My priestesses are disobeying me.” Lilith planted her hands on her hips, giving up on trying to escape my grasp. “Now you listen here. I am your goddess, and you will submit to the Ghost. His harem is a wonderful place.”

Cora growled, a snarl escaping her lips. “I’m no whore like Lamia. What is wrong with you, Mother?”

“Yes?” I demanded. I glared at Lilith. “What happened to you?” There was something missing in her eyes. That strong drive to conquer and win was gone. I gasped, “You’re broken.”

“What did having all the power get me?” Lilith asked. Then she gave a lazy shrug. “It wasn’t happiness. I never won. I always came so close, and then I would fail. Thousands of years of plotting and all it got me was misery until the Ghost found me.”

“So you keep trying!” Lana shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. “You showed us your wonderful vision of a world of only women.”

“I was wrong. I found happiness in submitting to the Ghost. I didn’t have to worry about anything. And you can find that same freedom. Just submit, and let the Ghost love you. You’ll treasure his cock. He makes me cum so hard.”

Cora’s thick arms bulged, her face twisting in rage.

I will not submit to a man! Lana growled in my mind.

I touched Lilith. There was no power in her. All the greatness that I had once worshiped had been stripped from her. Lana and I had far more energy than the pathetic creature our Goddess had become. Disgust filled me. I’d marched to the gallows, leaving behind my daughter, because I had faith in this woman. I searched and suffered in Hell looking for our goddess, and she turned out to be this weak insect.

I did not die and lose my daughter Lily so I could be the fucktoy of a man in Hell!

“Now swear yourself to me,” Lilith said, a happy smile on her lips. “Chain yours souls to me once more.”

We cannot surrender our power to her, I thought back to my wife. She’ll make us all the Ghost’s whores.

But we need her, Lana sent back, full of urgency. Without Lilith, her daughters and followers will drift apart. She’s our identity. Our pathetic, disgusting goddess.

I seized Lilith’s silver hair. “No, you will surrender to us.”

“What?” gaped our goddess.

“Kneel and swear to us,” I growled. “You are a piece of filth, but we need you.”

Lana laughed, her eyes widening. “You will be our mouthpiece,” Lana purred, her clit swelling into a cock. “In public, we will pretend to be your priestesses, but in private, we rule.”

“But… but…” Lilith gasped as I forced her to her knees.

“You wanted to be free of decisions,” I told her. “Of power. So surrender to us. You’ll enjoy all the pleasures of your followers and daughters.”

“But… the Ghost.”

“Forget about him,” growled Cora. “Submit, or I will rip you apart, Mother.”

Lilith pouted, her plump lips looking so kissable. “Fine. I submit to you.”

“Good,” I smiled as her soul surrendered. I seized her and chained her to Lana and me. “First, you’re going to suck our cocks.” Mine swelled forward, brushing against the tip of Lana’s. “Then we’ll head to our new home.”

“And don’t pout,” Lana added, seizing Lilith’s hair. “Your life will be endless pleasure.”

Lilith placed a hand on both my cock and my wife’s, a smile spread about her lips. “You’re right. All that matters is the pleasure. Do what you want. I’m tired of caring.”

I shuddered as her lips nibbled and sucked back and forth at our clit-dicks.

To be continued…

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