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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, June 7th, 2054 – Astarte – Paris, Texas

Paris, Texas had been the best place to hide from Mark and Mary. They never suspected when they killed me that I went anywhere other than to the Abyss. I escaped Hell. Instead of plunging back into the Abyss, I was raised by the mayor‘s daughter, Darleen Cummings. She was the idiotic girl the Ghost had sold to me for that wondrous night of debauchery.

The vessel I inhabited had been conceived that night. Created just as a backup in case Lucifer’s plan failed.

When Mark killed me, my soul had a refuge. This frail body. For nearly forty years, I had bided my time. I slowly gathered scraps of power in Mark and Mary’s Theocracy, pretending I was under their power like the rest. I was the mayor now, inheriting the position from my vessel’s mother Darleen two years ago when she retired. I had used sex and dark magic to extend my subtle influence throughout the town beneath the Living Church’s nose.

I was sitting at my desk, my demonic guards flanking my windows. They had been men once, but I had dominated them wholly, stealing them from Mark and Mary’s control with ancient, vile magic. I savored the innocent maids‘ screams as my knife carved out their hearts to enact the ritual. Thanks to my magic, my guards could become hoary, lion-like beasts.

I needed them for the day of Mark and Mary’s downfall.

It approached. I could read it in the stars. Even without my gift of prophecy—stolen from me when Mark’s golden sword slew me—the signs were apparent. The Creator would only stand for Mark and Mary’s domination for so long before Heaven acted.

But I didn’t expect it this morning.

I was reading over a dull report from the local church, the priestess obsessed over the tiniest minutia. Happy Roberts and her perpetually cuckolded husband wanted everything perfect in the town, just the way the Living Gods commanded it. I was growing numb from it when the world changed.

One minute, a great power filled the world. The next, a vacuum.

I stirred, my leather chair creaking.

Excitement beat in my chest. I swiveled my chair, gazing out of the window. Mark and Mary were dead. Heaven had made their move. Confusion and chaos would follow. Opportunities would be found. My demons assumed their true form, pressing their spiky manes against my hips as their growling purrs echoed through the room.

I always liked lions.

I stroked their black manes, their thin, razor-sharp tails swishing back and forth as I plotted. I would need far more power if I wanted to rule once more. Out in the world, there would be a way. I just had to find it.

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Saturday, May 1st, 2055 – Aoifa Coughlan – Canyonville, OR

My lungs burned. My sides ached. I wanted to stop running, but the screams of battle propelled me. My heart hammered in my chest.

I threw a look over my shoulder at the inferno consuming Canyonville. Tears ran down my dirty face. My friends and family were being slaughtered. I clutched the box and the printed pages of Isabella’s epistle to my breasts, holding them tight.

It was our only hope.

The Living Gods had to answer my summons. Their worshipers were being slaughtered. The Holy Liberation Army of Oregon had descended upon us two weeks ago demanding our repentance. We had to give up our worship and love for the Living Gods and submit to the Cross.

We refused. We only wanted to live in peace, to hold onto the perfect lives we had before the Death. Mark and Mary had ascended to Heaven, and mankind had failed them. Humans didn’t maintain the utopia they had created. Within days, man fought man. We were as evil as the Gods always preached.

The Apostates were the worse.

When the ultimatum ended a few hours ago, and the Apostates of the Holy Liberation Army attacked, all the priestesses agreed to get clear of the town and find a safe spot to summon the Living Gods. We made a vow, each of us clutching our ritual box.

I was the only priestess who made it through the enemy’s lines.

Rachel, Mary, Debra, Ursula, Rosa, and Gretchen all died trying to get clear of the town. I don’t know why I made it when they failed. How I survived the gunfire. Perhaps, the Living Gods watched out for me. Perhaps, I was just lucky.

If only Isabella’s epistle had arrived earlier. The young woman’s letter contained the Living Gods’ new message and instructions on how to summon them. Her words were my home’s only hope.

I burst out of the brush on Grazley Bridge Road, racing north towards the South Umpqua River. Stage Coach Road crossed this street ahead a quarter mile from the bridge. My heart beat faster. Soldiers shouted behind me. I had to reach the crossroads.

A loud boom erupted. Fire roared and light flared, momentarily painting the road with orange, stark light.

I reached the crossroads. I pushed back my fiery-red hair before I fell to my knees at a pothole. Isabella’s epistle instructed that the box had to be buried at a crossroad. I reached into the pothole, prying out a chunk of broken asphalt and revealing the dirt bed of the road. I had no idea how far off midnight was; I just had to hope I wasn’t too late.

The Living Gods would only appear at midnight.

I shoved the box into the hole. It contained a lock of my hair, a lavender flower, and a rabbit’s foot. I covered the box with the chunk of asphalt. Then I raced to the shoulder to scoop up gravel into my slim fingers and dumped the dusty pebbles into the hole, burying my offering.

“I think she ran over here!” a man shouted.

Fear shot through me. I was barely eighteen. The first seventeen years of my life had been in the idyllic peace of the Theocracy. I never thought I could be this scared. I scurried for the brush, burying myself into the thick leaves. The branches tore at my gauzy, white robes and my fiery hair. I didn’t want to die.

I’d never even had sex.

I had been saving myself for Him. At twelve, I was deemed beautiful enough to enter the lotto. Even when They ascended last year, I maintained my purity. I wanted to be ready for Him when He returned. I would give my virginity to Him. My gift. I wanted to be His. I wanted to serve the Gods and be Theirs.

So I really didn’t want to die.

I trembled in the bushes as boots crunched on asphalt. The soldiers of the Liberation Army were rough men, wearing dark clothes and carrying forbidden guns. That was how my town lost. There were no guns in Canyonville. We respected the Living Gods‘ wishes. We tried to be pacifist, to not harm our neighbors.

But the Apostates were so full of hate. They wanted to stamp out all traces of the “Tyrants.” They hated us. They’d embraced the old religions, and these men were as full of intolerance as the Christians always had been. They followed Doug and Tina Allard. Worse, they claimed the Holy Chasity as their Saint, boasting that the Holy Daughter killed Her parents.

Such lies. The Goddess Chasity would never do that.

“Maybe we shouldn’t kill her,” one of the soldiers said, striding forward. “If we can convince her to repent…”

“You already have a wife,” another man growled. “We are not followers of the Tyrants. Keep your thoughts pure, brother.”

“I try, but a woman that beautiful…”

I shuddered. They would… force me? How disgusting.

“Please, come,” I whispered. It had to be midnight by now.

The soldiers drew closer to the crossroads. What if they found my box? Would it stop the ritual?

Another explosion rocked the night.

“Damn, that was a big one,” chuckled a soldier. “These Glassnerians are putting up a fight. They’ve managed a fiercer resistance than Eugene.”

“Fire cleanses,” the older soldier said. “The world must be purified.”

“Sir!” the first soldier gasped, raising his weapon.

I blinked. Two people stood in the crossroad. I gasped in delight. It was Them. My God stood tall, blue eyes shining in the moonlight. His arm was wrapped around my Goddess’s waist, her perfect, gorgeous body pressed against His muscular frame, her dark-red hair shimmering in the starlight. A smile crossed her heart-shaped, freckled face and green eyes twinkled with mirth.

“Where the fuck did they come from?” the first soldier shouted.

My God looked right at my hiding place. “Hello, Aoifa.”

“Get down on your knees,” the older soldier shouted, brandishing his rifle.

My Goddess flicked her hand. A wave of scintillating colors swept out and crashed into the soldiers. Their bodies were consumed by inverse light, leaving behind glowing motes that drifted away on the light breeze.

“It is safe, Aoifa,” my Goddess said, her voice pure and beautiful.

“You came,” I sobbed, scrambling out of the bushes. I rushed to them and fell to my knees before Them. Tears of joy poured down my cheeks. “You will save me. You will save Canyonville.”

“Canyonville is lost,” the God said, bending down. He cupped my chin, lifting my gaze until he stared into my eyes. “You are such a beautiful girl. You will make them happy.”

“Who?”

Scarlet light flashed. A contract appeared in my Goddess’s hands. “Here is the deal we’ll make with you.” She pushed it into my hands. “We need you, Aoifa.”

I read the document, my eyes widening. “But… I don’t understand. Why do I need to sleep? Who are my spouses? Why do they need my help?”

“Are you faithful, Aoifa?” He demanded. “Will you submit to your God’s will?”

“Of course, my Lord.”

“Then sign,” She purred, handing me a pen, “And help us save our daughter.”

I signed my name on the bottom of the contract.

Sleep overcame me.

I fell into a pleasant dream.

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Mark Glassner

I lifted Aoifa’s sleeping body. She was gorgeous. A curvy redhead. I always did love redheads. Mary walked beside me, waving her hand and creating Aoifa’s bower. I set the sleeping beauty down amid the bushes on a pillow of soft moss.

Mary and I would save Chase’s soul. We would set her free from the pain and suffering we drove her to experience with our selfishness.

Pieces had to be positioned. Aoifa was the last, and in someways the least important. We had examined the future. So much death awaited mankind. Everything was breaking down. All the logistics we had set up to transport food and medicine across the world would be destroyed. Doug and Tina called us Tyrants as they preached against us in Rome, but their actions to free mankind would cause far more harm.

Mary placed a single, white lily on Aoifa’s chest.

“You are spoiling them,” she said with a fond smile.

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “But they’ll need her.”

The plants grew, covering Aoifa, protecting and hiding her while she slumbered and dreamed. The power of the summoning waned. Our brief freedom from Hell was over. I glanced back at Canyonville where our followers died.

So many new souls were falling into Hell. They would find comfort and succor, rewarded for being faithful.

I took Mary’s hand, and we crossed back over into the Shadows. We stood in the topmost layer of the Abyss. So close to the real world that you could almost touch it. From here, we plotted. We spied. We moved our pieces.

“She hurts, Mark,” Mary whispered. “Can you feel her pain?”

I relaxed my control, reaching out my senses and caressing Chase. Our daughter’s soul was full of black vile. Guilt consumed her, devoured her. She’d been driven to kill us to set mankind free from our mind control. She’d sacrificed her soul to give them liberty.

And how they squandered her gift.

Free will was a double-edged sword.

Mary and I moved through the Shadows in the blink of an eye. We found our daughter sitting on the edge of a waterfall. She was still beautiful, with Mary’s heart-shaped face and freckles framed by auburn hair. She had my blue eyes.

Mary reached out, trying to touch our daughter.

Her hand passed through Chase.

“We’ll save you,” I whispered to my daughter. “We’ll set you free.”

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Sunday, May 2nd, 2055 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Yolo County, CA

I turned forty-one today. I still looked eighteen, but I felt one hundred. My soul had been worn thin by nearly a year of witnessing the fruits of my sin.

Nearly a year since I killed my parents and “saved” the world.

The sun rose behind me, peeking over the snow-capped mountains of the Sierra Nevada. The water rushed below in the canyon, splashing merrily as it flowed down towards the American River. I didn’t know the name of this tributary. I really didn’t care.

I hated that it was happy.

A year ago, I saved the world and destroyed my soul.

I had plunged the Mispach, a cursed dagger forged by Cain in the far reaches of antiquity, into my father’s side. I still remember the look of astonishment on his face, his blue eyes widening as he realized his beloved daughter had stabbed him.

Those blue eyes were burned into my mind.

Worse, he hadn’t even hated me for what I did. I’d stolen his life, killed him, Mother, our entire family, and he forgave me with his dying breath.

Tears blurred my vision.

Why did he do that? How could he forgive me?

What I did that day was necessary. My father was a tyrant. A bastard. He and my mother had enslaved the entire world. He had to be stopped. Mankind had to be free to make its own destiny. They couldn’t be controlled by a false god.

But as evil as my father was, he still loved me.

And I’d killed him.

I should have died that day. I was supposed to die that day.

I was bound to my father, my soul chained to him like the rest of my family. My half-brothers and half-sisters, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles, the sluts, the maids, the bodyguards, and all our family’s friends perished with him. Even my mother was bound to him in her own way. When he died, so did they.

Why didn’t I die?

I should be in Hell suffering with them. I owed it to them. They had to die, and I had to pay for my actions.

Instead, I was cursed. I didn’t die. I had to witness all the horrors my actions had unleashed.

My parents may have enslaved all of mankind with their mind control, but at least it had been peaceful. The only deaths were from illness, old age, and accidents. No one murdered, raped, assaulted, stole, or betrayed. Now the world was consumed by violence. A dozen new religions had sprung up, and they all wanted to erase the tyranny of my parents. The people still faithful to my parents were a threat to this new order. They had to be put to death.

Wars were fought.

The world dwindled.

So much destruction and chaos ruled. It was like the last forty years of repression had exploded in an orgy of violence. Infrastructure destroyed. Civilization undone in a heartbeat as humans who’d never made a decision in their life chose the worst ones possible.

There was so much blood on my hands. I gave mankind back its freedom, and they abused it. Were my parents right? Was I wrong to kill them?

I wiped at my tear-filled eyes. They were my father’s eyes. Everyone said I looked like my mother. We had the same auburn hair and heart-shaped, freckled face. Our breasts were even about the same size and shape. Mother never aged. We looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. But I had my father’s blue, piercing eyes.

He had stared up at Mother and me as he died, drinking in our faces. A sob rocked my body.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whispered.

Below, the river babbled happily on, unconcerned about my suffering.

I stood and glared down into the ravine. The river was a blue ribbon below, frothing as it leaped playfully over the rocks. The banks were lined with green vegetation. Off to the west, it merged with the wider American River, flowing past the city of Sacramento, the Capital of the Provence of California, on its trip to the Pacific Ocean.

“I should have died with them!” I screamed. I shouted this so many times over the last year. I stared up at the heavens. “Why didn’t you let me die? Why do you curse me to still wander the world?”

I hated the Creator.

“I did my part! I restored your damn monks and nuns! I killed my parents for you! Haven’t I sacrificed enough? Haven’t you used me enough? Just let me die!”

I’d been changed that day two years ago on the real Mount Sinai when I became the Prophetess. Now I had this damn power inside me. I could flash across the world, riding the Light like an angel. I could fight demons. I could speak and be understood in any language.

“Please!” I begged, my feet inching toward the cliff. “Please, let me die this time! Let me see my parents! Let me beg their forgiveness! You owe me that much!”

A rock I nudged fell off the edge. It smacked into the cliff face with a loud crack as it tumbled down to the river below.

“I’m through serving you! Let Doug and Tina carry this mantle! They enjoy their new power!” The pair ruled the new Christian church from Rome, guiding the purification of the world. It was so brutal.

The Creator did not answer me.

I threw myself off the cliff anyway.

Pain flared as I struck the cliff face as the rock had. I bounced down it towards the water. Agony exploded in my arm. Blood spurted from a gash above my elbow. Crimson blood fell with me, raining towards the river below. I closed my eyes, praying to face eternity.

I struck the water.

Golden light engulfed me.

Darkness overcame me.

I drifted, tumbling through pain, suffocating. My lungs burned. My world spun. I drank in the torment, welcomed my punishment. I needed to suffer. I needed to pay. I was a terrible person. I killed my entire family to save the world.

I was lost, my mind sinking into fond memories. There was a time when I was happy. It had been so many decades ago. I had been with my family, making love to my parents, to my grandfather. I had an army of sexy maids who catered to my every want and whim.

It was that damn book’s fault. On Liberty. It poisoned my mind with thoughts of freedom. But if I had never found out my parents weren’t gods but just regular people, I never would have rebelled so fiercely. I would never have wandered all those years aimlessly.

I wish I could go back to those innocent times. I yearned to be fresh and clean. I would be happy with my parents. Mankind wouldn’t be descending back into barbarism and brutality. The world would be perfect.

There was something soft beneath my cheek. Sunlight warmed my back.

I opened my eyes.

I lay on a sandy bank, my legs still in the river. I groaned. My entire body ached as my Prophetess powers slowly healed my wounds. I didn’t seem to have any broken bones. I must have been unconscious for a few days. The river was far wider than the one I had thrown myself into. I had reached the American River proper.

My hand went to my neck. The locket was still there. I let out a shudder as I cupped it in my hand. It was my mother’s, made of silver, a rose sculpted on the front. Father gave it to her the day they met. She loved it so much. I took it from her corpse.

I never opened it.

I stood up, my boots squelching as the water was forced out. I shivered, my clothes wet on my skin. I stripped, taking off the tough jeans. My cotton sweater was torn in a few spots, the black undershirt beneath intact. Naked, I sprawled onto my back, my stomach rumbling as I stared up at the blue sky, letting the sun dry off my body.

My perky breasts rose, topped by dusky nipples and dusted with freckles. My pubic hair was bushy and bright red. I hadn’t kept it shaved in a year. My auburn hair was a tangled mess, spread out like red vines around me.

A city lay across the banks, smoke rising all around it. I didn’t see any cars moving. There weren’t many cars in the Theocracy. My parents’ commands kept people from even desiring to travel. The majority of the world’s citizens lived within walking distance of their works. Why did they need cars? Besides teamsters transporting goods, only government and religious officials needed vehicles.

The shadows moved beside me.

I blinked, sitting up.

My eyes widened. The shadows formed into a large beast shaped like a massive mastiff the size of a horse. Snake-like appendages grew from its back, writhing and undulating as it stalked toward me. Burning, red-yellow eyes fixed on me, coarse, thick hair sprouting from its back. It wavered as it moved, shimmering like an inverse mirage.

“What the fuck are you?” I gasped. A cold ripple of fear shot through me. “Stay away, demon!”

I scrambled on the sand, my heels digging into the soft, wet turf. The shadow advanced, loping with a pink tongue lolling from its mouth, the only bit of color it possessed. It licked its chops and fear filled me. This thing would eat me. Kill me.

It would kill me…

I froze.

A smile crossed my face. I stretched out on my back and spread my arms and legs wide. Vulnerable, I moaned, “Take your meal, demon.”

It paused, inhaling deep through its nose. My surrender puzzled it. The demon’s entire body, except its head, went still. Its head slowly scanned the area. Was it looking for any threats? Did it think I was bait? I groaned in frustration.

I had to entice it.

“Don’t be afraid. You can eat me,” I purred, growing excited. Maybe I couldn’t kill myself, but a big demon could eat me. “I taste good. Mmm, you can smell me.”

The demon took a cautious step towards me, its paw sinking into the sand. Despite its immaterial appearance, it did have a physical presence. That was heartening. It drew closer. It lowered its head to my leg, sniffing. Its breath rolled hot over my foot. Then its pink tongue snaked out and licked at my ankle. I shuddered at the feel, toes curling.

“I taste good,” I moaned. “Come on, eat me.”

It licked again, tentacles undulating with pleasure. I shuddered, ready for it. I groaned in anticipation when it opened its maw. Sharp teeth filled its shadowy mouth. I shuddered as its head snapped down.

Bit.

Golden light flashed from the wound. The demon whimpered and leaped back from my leg. It growled, the bristles on its back standing up stiff, its tentacles writhing faster. Disappointment soured me. My stupid Prophetess powers had protected me again.

The demon lunged again. Its heavy paws planted on either side of me. Its tongue slathered up my leg. I shuddered; it was hot, caressing my skin. Sensations rushed up my thighs to my pussy and then out through the rest of my body. My nipples hardened and my cunt ached, a molten heat forming.

What was happening?

The demon licked again, its coiling tongue sliding higher up my thigh. I shuddered as it drew nearer to my wet pussy. He caressed my inner flesh. My pussy clenched against the tingles racing up from its touch.

I whimpered in wanton desire. He was so close to caressing my suddenly aching pussy. I hadn’t even thought of sex in a year, and now I was suddenly so horny, my blood pounding. I wiggled on the sand, my heart racing as it caressed me.

This was such a naughty, nasty thing. I groaned, my toes flexing as it lapped up higher and higher. It teased me. Made me tremble. My heart thundered in my chest. My head tossed from side to side as the pleasure surged through my body.

Its tongue stopped short of my pussy and licked back down. I shuddered as its tentacles shot out. They seized my wrists, pinning them to the ground. It slathered its tongue over my thighs as I shuddered on the ground, my pussy clenching.

Frustration mounted. Why couldn’t it just rip me apart and kill me? Maybe it could defeat the powers keeping me alive.

“What are you doing to me?” I gasped. “Stop teasing me and eat me!”

The shadow obeyed, just not the way I meant.

Its muzzle shot up to my pussy. I gasped as its long, pink tongue swiped through the folds of my labia. I shuddered at the contact. Its tongue was so much larger than a man’s, covering my entire pussy as it licked. It had a rough texture and felt so hot on my flesh.

I gasped as it caressed my clit. The tongue seemed to take an eternity to lick my twat, my body bucking the entire time. It did it again and again as I trembled, the pleasure so shocking. My breasts jiggled as I squirmed.

“No,” I moaned, the pleasure surging through me. “Not that! What are you doing?”

The shadow fixed its fiery eyes on me. There was lust in its gaze.

No, his gaze.

A huge cock emerged from beneath his body, black and thick, throbbing with desire. This demon was definitely male. My pussy clenched at the thought of that monster invading me. An ache formed in my depths.

“Oh, shit!” I groaned. “You have to stop, demon! This isn’t right!”

The demon didn’t care. The shadow licked my pussy again, his tongue dipping into my snatch this time. It reached deep into me. My eyes bulged. My body, denied pleasure for a year, drank it in. His tongue stirred around inside of me.

I groaned, my hips bucking into his muzzle. The pleasure was intense. Wonderful. I felt so thoroughly alive as his tongue darted through my pussy’s depths. My head shook from side to side. I whimpered, the pleasure building and building. This amazing heat swelled and swelled inside of me. My eyes fluttered.

“Damn!” I groaned as the shadow licked again.

He drove his tongue deep into my pussy, fucking in and out of me. My sex-deprived body responded. I bucked into his teasing caresses. The pleasure spilled through my body, leaving me dazed as I squirmed on the sand.

“Oh, wow!” I groaned as the shadow devoured me. “Damn, you’re good.”

He licked passionately, his tongue writhing about, caressing every bit of my folds. He soaked my pussy in his passion. My clit throbbed, sparks bursting inside my pussy. My orgasm swelled and swelled.

On his next lick, his tongue brushed my asshole. I shuddered as he rasped over my puckered sphincter. He dragged his tongue over my taint and up my pussy folds to end at my clit. My perky breasts jiggled as I bucked, pinned down by a pair of his tentacles.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, that’s good.”

I didn’t care that it was a horrid demon eating my pussy. I just wanted the pleasure. It was wonderful. I felt so alive. The shadow growled as he feasted, shoving his snout against my pussy, driving his tongue deep into my sheath as his nose nudged my clit.

I bucked, my pleasure swelling inside me. My head tossed back and forth. My orgasm built faster and faster. A year without even so much as masturbating… I was about to climax. I didn’t fight what he did to me.

I surrendered.

I let the demon ravish my pussy and give me such pleasure. A shudder wracked my body, my hands bucking against his tentacle restraints as every muscle inside me tensed. His tongue brushed my sensitive clit.

My orgasm exploded.

“Yes!” I screamed, tossing my head back. “Oh, yes! Eat me! Devour me! Oh, yes! Your tongue is wonderful!”

The shadow devoured me, growling and whining as he feasted on the juices gushing out of me. His tongue fucked into my convulsing cunt. My pussy spasmed around the hot, agile delight plundering my orgasming depths. He swirled it around in me, sending waves of bliss rippling out of my twat.

I shuddered, my mind drowned by the rapture flooding through me. I never wanted it to stop. I just wanted to be lost to the pleasure. Stars danced before my eyes, shining across the blue sky. I humped into him, another orgasm bursting through me.

“Oh, yes, you nasty demon!” I moaned. “Eat me! Keep me cumming!”

More tentacles lashed out. They slid up my stomach to my breasts. I gasped as they wrapped around both of my tits. The shadows squeezed and massaged them. He kneaded them, his tentacles spiraling up them.

He reached my hard nipples.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed, my pussy convulsing around his tongue. My juices gushed out, bathing the shadow’s muzzle.

His tentacles played with my nipples. The agile appendages tweaked and rubbed them. The contact shot down to my cumming pussy. I spasmed harder, more bliss exploding through me, drowning my mind in more ecstasy.

“Play with my tits! Oh, fuck! You’re a stud! Oh, yes! Eat me, Shadow!” That was his name. Shadow. I just knew it. “Play with my tits and eat me! Oh, yes! I love it!”

Nothing mattered but the pleasure the demon gave me. I spread my legs wide, letting Shadow ravish me with his tongue. Another tentacle slid down my leg, reaching for my ass. It prodded at my sphincter.

I shuddered as it pressed against my asshole. My anal ring surrendered to its girth. It wiggled inside. It buried into my bowels. The velvety friction added to the bliss, fueling another orgasm that burst inside of me.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I howled.

I shuddered as Shadow’s tongue plunged in and out of my pussy. One of his tentacles fucked my asshole. Both my holes were filled. Other tentacles massaged my breasts and tweaked my nipples. The rapture surged through me. I spasmed on the sand.

Another orgasm howled through me.

Stars danced before my eyes. The pleasure was intense and satisfying. I never wanted this beast to stop devouring me. He could ravish me as long as he wanted. I drank in the bliss he generated in my flesh, pleasure bursting inside of me and—

He pulled his maw from my pussy and his tongue out of my depths.

“No!” I whimpered.

I stared down at him as he licked his chops, pink tongue flashing over shadowy muzzle. I trembled, my asshole spasming around his tentacle. Then I saw his cock throbbing beneath his bulk. Understanding flashed through my mind.

“Yes! Fuck me!” I shuddered. “Fuck me with that big demon cock, Shadow!”

The tentacles wrapped around my body tightened. They lifted me up and spun me about. I gasped as I suddenly knelt on the sand like a bitch in heat. I was. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs. I wiggled my ass at Shadow in anticipation.

He was a beast, a demon dog, and he wanted to take me like his bitch. I looked over my shoulders, lusting after that thick cock. My pussy clenched for that shaft. I didn’t care that he was a demon. I just wanted to be filled with a dick again.

“Come on and fuck me!” I snarled. “Shove that demon cock right up my tight pussy. I need it! You’ve made me so horny, Shadow!”

Shadow’s lips curled almost into a fierce smile. His teeth were sharp, but I knew he couldn’t hurt me. Wouldn’t hurt me. He just wanted to pound me. My pussy clenched, my juices trickling down my thighs as his tentacle continued to work in and out of my asshole.

Shadow mounted me. I savored his weight on me. His hide was leathery and rough, his claws sharp as they grazed my back. He growled as he settled atop me. I groaned as his thick cock nudged at the entrance of my pussy. I closed my eyes, my body burning for this taboo coupling.

“Fuck me!” I moaned, pushing back my hips, struggling to get his cock inside me.

His tentacles tightened on my tits, squeezing them hard as they batted at my nipples. Pleasure throbbed from them as I quivered. He was such a tease. His cock was right there. He just had to ram into me.

“Come on!” I moaned.

A second tentacle pressed into my sphincter. I gasped as it wiggled into my asshole, spreading me open even wider. The two stretched my bowels apart, wiggling and undulating inside of me. The burning bliss shot right to my empty pussy. I needed to be filled.

“Please!” I howled.

Shadow thrust.

“Yes!” I moaned as he growled like a beast.

His cock was massive. My pussy stretched to its limits and beyond. He was tearing me open, stretching me out. Pain and pleasure mixed inside of me. I shuddered, the ecstasy of agony and bliss washing through me. I squeezed down on my pussy as he pushed more and more of his cock into me.

I loved it.

He went deeper. My asshole spasmed around his two tentacles as that massive dick penetrated deeper and deeper into my cunt. I squeezed down on him, savoring the feel of him. I shuddered beneath his bulk, gasping, moaning.

“Fuck me!” I groaned as he bottomed out against my cervix. “Ravish me, Shadow. I’m your bitch!”

Shadow drew back his cock. My pussy clung to that thick shaft. Pleasure rippled through me, the friction massaging me. My breasts jiggled. Then the demon slammed into me. I grunted, my fingers digging into the sand as a wave of hot bliss shot through my body.

The tentacles worked harder in and out of my ass, stirring up fiery pleasure as his monster cock reamed my pussy. He fucked both holes hard and fast. His thick dick penetrated my cunt again and again, slamming deep into me. His tentacles thrust in and out of my asshole, wiggling, writhing, driving me wild.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed, savoring his leathery hide over me. “Oh, my fucking gods, yes!”

He snarled and fucked me harder and harder. My pussy stretched to its limits to accommodate his demon cock. I threw my head and bucked my hips back into his hard thrusts. Heavy balls slapped my clit, full of his demonic seed.

I shuddered, my holes clenching down on him. His tentacles wiggled in my bowels, melting heat down to my juicy pussy. His massive cock stirred my twat to its limits. Waves of pleasure rippled through me. Orgasmic delights heaved through my body.

“Yes!” I grunted. “Oh, yes! Oh, fuck me! Pound my cunt! I need it! Ravish me! Oh, fuck! I haven’t been fucked like this in…”

I had never been fucked like this.

Shadow grunted and growled, his tentacles caressing my entire body. They touched me everywhere. They played with my nipples, squeezed my tits, stroked my sides. I shuddered beneath his rubbery caress.

His cock plunged in and out of me. His hips kept thrusting faster and faster, my pussy taking his cock with ease now. The pleasure swelled inside me. Another orgasm burst through me. I bucked beneath him, gasping, moaning.

He kept hammering me.

I kept cumming.

The pleasure flowed through me from one burst of rapture to another. They assaulted my mind. I felt dizzy from the bliss. I groaned, my cunt writhing and spasming around that huge cock. It stirred me up. My heart pounded, my bowels writhing around those naughty tentacles.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! Fuck me, demon! I love your cock! Oh, fuck!”

My juices gushed out around his huge cock and poured down my thighs. My pussy writhed about his massive dick as my orgasms kept rolling through me. My muscles burned as they spasmed over and over.

I howled out my lust as the pleasure consumed me. He thrust into my writhing flesh, snarling his passion. My mind melted. I whimpered and groaned as he buried into me. My back arched as I trembled through such rapture.

Then something new happened.

His cock swelled inside me, the tip growing larger and larger, stretching me out even more. I shuddered, my pussy aching with the vigor of his strokes. It was a wonderful ache. I thought he’d taken me to my limits.

I could take more.

I came harder.

Shadow howled.

His cock spasmed.

Hot demon cum flooded my pussy.

His cock throbbed with every blast of his jizz into my snatch. Over and over, he flooded me. My pussy convulsed as another powerful orgasm exploded in me. My cunt milked him. His jizz spurted into my over-stuffed twat. It poured out of me, rushing down my thighs.

I didn’t think a cock could cum so much.

“Oh, fucking yes!” I moaned, my body trembling. His tentacles tightened around my tits. They jammed deep into my writhing asshole.

Shadow grunted with each explosion, his hips thrusting, driving the cock’s tip against my cervix. His tentacles squeezed me so hard, my breasts aching and my nipples on fire. Another orgasm surged through me.

My mind melted. Waves of darkness crossed my vision. My pussy milked his cock. I wanted to drain his balls. He snarled, slamming into me with that thick dick, more jizz pouring down my thighs.

The last blast of cum spurted into me.

I shuddered as he stopped fucking me. He growled. I moaned as my orgasms hit their peak. No new ones exploded through me. I whimpered as the pleasure died down. I trembled as I knelt beneath him, sucking in deep breaths.

Shadow’s tongue licked my face to my lips. I turned my head, opened my mouth, and let him kiss me. I closed my eyes, savoring the tenderness of this moment. His thick tongue filled my mouth. I shuddered and—

He vanished.

My pussy suddenly felt empty. His tentacles no longer gripped my body.

I collapsed, a flood of demonic spunk pouring out of my cunt. I gasped and shuddered, my body covered in sweat and cum. The air reeked of salty passion. I shivered as the last of the pleasure ran through me.

My hands shot down and ran through my pussy. I felt his jizz on me. I pulled it away and saw that it was as black as pitch. I shuddered and didn’t care. I licked my fingers, savoring the salty seed mixed with my juices.

I laid there for an hour, recovering from my bliss.

Finally, I sat up and stumbled into the gentle current of the river, letting it wash me clean. My stomach ached. I wanted to find food. I drank from the river—I didn’t fear any sickness—and dressed. I needed new clothes. Other than my tough, faded jeans, my clothes were ruined, rips exposing my flesh.

I clambered up the bank and looked around. Sacramento was to the south. I didn’t want to go that way. Around the city were fields sprouting green. A highway was nearby. I climbed up on it. No cars trundled by, but a sign read Davis.

It led away from Sacramento.

Davis. I liked that name.

I walked north on the highway.

The highway led over a huge, flooded field that stretched for miles. Farmers worked in the calf-deep water amid green stalks shooting out of the dirty, artificial lake. They were rice paddies. The highway ran over the miles-wide paddies, brown water lazily flowing beneath it.

On the horizon lay a small town. Davis.

I hiked onward. My feet always itched. I had spent most of my life wandering aimlessly. I was comfortable walking. My despair had been banished, my body still riding high on all the endorphins of sex.

My pussy ached at the memory of Shadow’s cock.

I missed the demon. At least he would have been pleasant company. No talking. No questioning. No awe when he realized I was the blessed St. Chasity Alberta Glassner, slayer of the Tyrants, the savior of mankind, and all the other garbage the Christians spouted about me. Shadow was just ravishing passion.

It was hard to dwell on how much I hated myself when I was awash with so much bliss.

The sun sank towards the horizon as I reached the other end of the causeway. I passed a few people walking or riding on horses, their clothes patched and worn. I nodded to them, glad no one recognized me.

Some places did. A few cities still broadcast television signals, and my face had been plastered over all of their broadcasts after my parents’ deaths. Their gloating sickened my stomach. One channel even broadcast the degradation of my family’s corpses.

My throat was parched by the time I crossed the bridge. I should have at least worn my backpack when I threw myself off the cliff. Then I would have my canteens and trail rations, and maybe a change of clothes.

Well, I would find new clothes in Davis. Northern California seemed to be fully Christian with only a smattering of my parent’s worshipers. I heard Southern Oregon was the opposite. A week ago, rumors whispered that an army of Christians was pacifying around Eugene.

“Bringing the good word to those sinners!” the old man had laughed when he told me.

The density of houses grew as I walked into Davis. Many were old, built before my parents took over. The West Coast remained mostly untouched by the Demon Wars. The streets were tidy, but every so often I’d see a house with an overgrown lawn, windows boarded up, and a note nailed to the door.

The occupants had been condemned for staying faithful to my parents.

People strolled down the streets, the women in their best dresses, the men in their best clothes, their hair combed, their hands washed. Children skipped beside parents. They gave me a look, frowning at my disheveled appearance and torn clothing.

None offered to help me.

Before my parents’ deaths, these people would have gladly helped me even without knowing who I was.

I followed the growing crowd converging on a park, a large, cement slide dominating one corner, a large field dotted with trees covering another. It was such a picturesque park, sprinkled with picnic tables for families to enjoy the afternoon. The remains of a torn-down statue, probably of my parents, rested in the center.

Before it was built a pyre, a woman tied to the stacks of wood.

Another true believer of my parents.

The mob gathered around her, yelling and screaming. Even from a distance, I could tell the woman was young and scared. She was Hispanic, her hair black as night. She was screaming back, but I couldn’t hear her over the uproar.

I headed closer. It was so wrong to kill her because of her belief. She should still be allowed to worship my parents. She had that right, that choice. I killed my parents so humans could be free to make those choices. These people were just as wrong as my parents. My apathy of the last year was gone. It was like the demon’s rutting had boiled all the depression out of me.

I pushed forward, garnering dirty looks from the people. A priest was at the front, dressed in black robes, something dangling about his neck—a wooden crucifix. He held a torch, waving it in the air as he spouted his sermon.

My heart beat faster.

“This woman lay with the false gods!” the priest roared. “She had carnal knowledge with the Tyrants!”

“BOO!” roared the crowd. Rocks flew from them, striking the woman.

Her head snapped back, a tendril of blood dribbling down her temple to her cheek. My anger grew.

“She spreads lies, promising the return of the Tyrants! What should we do with a harlot like this?”

“Burn her!” roared the crowd.

The priest threw the fiery brand onto the pyre.

“No!” I shouted, my voice lost to the roar. I pushed forward, but it was too late. The flames reached the woman’s feet.

“They will come back!” she screamed. “They are Living Gods! They spoke to me and promised me great rewards for my faithful work! Repent of this folly! Remember the loving Gods! Remember how you were a year ago! Loving your neighbors! Loving each other! We weren’t beasts like this!”

“You’re the beast!” roared the priest. “You’re the filthy whore!”

“Not so filthy for you last night!” the woman shrieked as the fire lapped up to her feet. She struggled, her face twisting in pain as the fire grew.

A pair of babies cried.

Finally, I pushed to the front of the crowd. The young woman’s dress caught fire, the greedy flames licking up her flesh. Her piteous screams merged with the pair of young infants laid out on a table before the pyre, both naked and squalling, their skin light brown. The woman looked at them, focusing on them instead of the fire consuming her.

“And what should we do with her brats?” the priest demanded. “These children are his! The Tyrant spawned them on this whore!”

“Burn them!” the crowd roared.

“No!” the burning woman shrieked, her body half-engulfed by hungry orange and reds. “You promised me! You promised they would be spared.”

The priest grabbed one.

“No! Not my babies! Not my Rex and Reina!”

I rushed from the crowd and ripped the infant from the priest’s hand. The child was a boy, crying so fiercely. His eyes were blue. Like mine. Like our father’s. My half-sister squalled on the table, her little legs kicking. I seized her before the priest could react, the man stunned by my action.

“Who are you to stop this righteous work?” the priest screamed, spittle flying.

The crowd roared behind me, rocks flying. I turned, cradling my siblings as their mother died, the stones striking my back. I tapped into that hated power inside me. I let the Light burst from me in a shining display.

“I am Chasity!” my voice boomed with such power it silenced the crowd.

The priest gaped at me, his hand trembling. “Is it really you, Holy Saint?” he gasped in awe, falling to his knees. “Truly?”

My siblings kept wailing as the crowd prostrated before me.

I hated these sycophants almost as much as I hated myself.

“It’ll be okay,” I whispered to my half-siblings. “I’m here.”

* * *

Isabella Floracita

I glimpsed the Holy Daughter’s face seizing my son from Caleb’s hand. I had known Caleb, the priest, all my life, but he’d condemned me to death with glee. No one defended me, not even my family. But I was faithful. I knew I would have my reward.

I knew the Goddess Chasity would protect my children. It was all part of Their plan.

The fire fully engulfed me.

The pain was unimaginable. I burned.

And then I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

The darkness gave way to a soft caress on my right cheek, a warm light on my left. I shifted. More soft caresses touched my naked body, gentle and loving. It was a whisper of wind, the air so fresh. I rolled onto my back, my eyes opening. A beautiful, blue sky was above me, a gentle breeze wafting about my naked body.

For a brief instance, a black chain flashed about my neck, leading off toward…

“The mansion?” I whispered in shock.

I sat up, looking around. It was Their mansion. The happy week I’d spent here before I’d sacrificed my virginity to my God flooded into me. I laughed in delight, shifting on the soft grass of the field. Everything was perfect.

“I’m in Heaven,” I laughed, falling back onto the grass.

A shadow fell across me.

“It’s not quite Heaven,” a woman purred.

“Sakura?” I asked of the Japanese maid standing over me. She was petite, dressed in the skimpy maid’s outfit, the blouse gauzy, her small breasts and dark nipples bleeding through the fabric. “It’s Sakura, right?”

“Hello, Isabella. How nice to see you.” She held out her hand to me. “They’re waiting for you.”

“Who?”

“Mark and Mary.” The maid laughed. “Who else?”

Joy burst through me. “So this is Heaven!”

“Hell,” Sakura corrected as she hauled me to my feet, her touch light. “But they’ve been improving the place since we died.”

“There’s definitely a lot less fire and brimstone.” I giggled. “At least, that’s what Caleb claimed Hell was like.”

“Oh, there was,” Sakura nodded. “When we arrived, it was this blasted land of red rocks, this horrible wind blowing. And there was this ugly city of brass.” Sakura made a face, sticking out her tongue. “It was tacky. So Mark and Mary made it into their mansion instead.”

“Wow,” I said, trembling, in awe of this.

She led me across the grounds. Other maids and the gardeners strode around the lawn, the bodyguards watching the entrances. We passed couples making love in the shades of trees, mostly women loving women, but there were a few loving men instead.

“We do spend a lot of time making love,” Sakura said.

She giggled as we passed the Holy Vizier Sam fucking her wife Candy doggy style. Sam’s olive skin rippled as she pounded Candy with her thick cock—Sam could grow her clit into a dick somehow—and Candy gasped and moaned her enjoyment.

“Hey, Sakura,” Sam moaned as she glanced at us, her face youthful and flushed. She was Asian. Cute. “I see the plan is moving along perfectly.”

“Plan?” I asked.

“Your death.” Sakura patted my shoulder. “It was necessary to save Chase.”

“I’m Theirs,” I breathed. “I would die for Them. I mean, I guess I did die for Them.”

“And they want to reward you,” a new voice said.

The Holy Slut Alison lounged in the doorway, naked, her round breasts pierced by a pair of silver barbells. I blinked in surprise. She had a tattoo above her shaved pussy that read, “Cum on in,” with an arrow pointing down at her clit.

“You never did get to go down on me,” Alison purred when she saw my eyes locked on her succulent pussy. “You will. But Master and Mistress want to reward you first.”

I bowed, murmuring, “I look forward to it, Holy Slut.”

“You don’t need to be so formal here. I’m sure you’ll loosen up in a day or so. When Master’s finished with you, come find me. I’ll lick your pussy clean.”

My cheeks blushed and my pussy grew wet. “I would like that, Holy Slut.”

“You’ll more than like it,” Alison promised.

Sakura nodded her head in agreement.

We walked the same path I traveled the day I lost my virginity. My heart fluttered. I felt just as scared and virginal now as I did then. All the strength I’d found the last year, all the determination to spread the word of the Living Gods’ promise had evaporated.

I was a scared, excited girl again.

A pair of bodyguards lounged outside Their door. “There she is,” grinned one, a choker tight about her neck, her heavy, ebony breasts about to spill out of her top. “We’re all so grateful for your sacrifice.”

I blushed again.

“They’re waiting for you.” The bodyguard pushed the door open into the sitting room.

It was the same as I remembered. There even was a TV next to the shelf of movies. Another door lay beyond that led to Their bedroom. I trembled as I crossed to that door. With a trembling hand, I knocked politely.

“Oh, just go in,” laughed Sakura, opening the door and giving me a push. “They know you’re here.”

The Gods lounged on the bed, the Goddess’s auburn hair fanned out over His chest. His blue eyes found mine, a boyish grin on his lips. His cock rose hard before his rippling abs. I gasped in delight, my pussy clenching at the memory of His girth stretching me out.

“You are just gorgeous,” the Goddess purred, beckoning with Her hand.

I drifted to the bed, taking Her soft hand and letting Her pull me between them. The Gods cuddled up to me, Their hands stroking my stomach. I shuddered, warm thrills racing through me as They caressed and played with my body.

They stroked my brown flesh everywhere with their pale fingers. My nipples throbbed as I squirmed between them. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I licked my lips, my heart racing from the joy of this moment.

“We’re sorry,” He whispered. “But you’re hardly the first person I’ve selfishly killed for my family.”

“It’s okay,” I smiled. “I’m yours. I’m happy to die to restore Chase’s happiness.”

“Thank you,” She whispered, tears beading in Her eyes. “But you will be rewarded. What do you want?”

“Want?”

“You can have your own realm to rule in Hell, your own servants. You can have lovers, slaves. Men or women. Whatever your heart desires,” He promised.

“I just want to be yours.” I smiled at them as Their hands caressed my breasts. He strummed my nipple.

“You want to be our slut?” the God asked.

“You want to be our whore who will do whatever depraved, naughty act we want?” the Goddess purred, then nuzzled into my neck. Her lips, soft and hot, made me tremble.

“Yes,” I moaned. “So much. I dreamed of serving you.”

“Then you’re our slut, Isabella,” He said, His hand shooting between my legs to rub at my wet pussy.

“Thank you, my Lord!” I gasped as his fingers slid up and down my pussy’s folds. He rubbed the flesh He’d deflowered.

“Master,” She corrected. “He’s Master, and I’m Mistress.”

Hearing Them say those words, something shifted in my soul. The veil of Their divinity parted to enfold me. I could feel it rippling around me. This direct seizing of me. I shuddered as I became… blessed.

A Holy Slut. A semi-divine being.

Master’s fingers shoved into my pussy. I gasped and trembled, feeling them in me. They owned me more completely than I could have imagined. I shuddered on the bed, my toes curling as his thick fingers worked in and out of me.

“Yes, Mistress!” I gasped. “I’m your slut now!”

“You’ve earned it,” he growled.

“And my children?” I moaned. “Our children, Master?”

“They will help save Chase. They will give her purpose again.”

“She’ll live because of them,” Mistress purred, her fingers playing with my hard nipples. My breast milk leaked out of my brown nub. She brought her stained fingers to her lips, her green eyes flashing as she sucked my milk from my fingers. “They’ll keep her in place until the right time.”

“Right time?”

Master kissed me, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I moaned, shuddering for joy. It was incredible to be kissed by him. To be with them. My Master and Mistress owned me utterly. For eternity. My pussy clenched on his digits thrusting in and out of my pussy.

Mistress leaned over and latched onto my nipple. She suckled, my breast milk squirting from my nub. Tingles shot down to my pussy. My cunt clamped down on his fingers reaming me. I moaned and gasped, hugging her tight as she nursed from my breast.

She suckled with hunger. Pleasure rippled through me. I was so honored to nurse my Mistress while my Master fingered my twat. He gave me rapture. I groaned every time my milk squirted into her hot mouth.

“Master, Mistress!” I cooed.

He grinned at me, his fingers thrusting faster and deeper into my pussy. “Just enjoy yourself. Don’t hold back.”

“Never!” I gasped. “I’m your slut!”

“Yes, you are,” he said and kissed me.

I squealed into his lips. My pussy squeezed down on Master’s fingers over and over. I shuddered, my cunt aching as delight burned through me. His touch was divine, stirring me up. I groaned and bucked, my breasts jiggling in delight.

Mistress nursed and suckled. My milk flowed. I shifted on the bed, my tongue dueling with his. His fingers teased me. My toes curled as my orgasm built and built. I groaned. The pleasure swelled to consume me.

Master broke the kiss. “Mmm, I bet your milk tastes delicious.”

“Mistress loves it, Master.”

“Yes, she does.” He winked at me. “Mary’s a bit of a slut for breast milk.”

Mistress giggled around my nipple. Then she suckled again.

I gasped as Master joined Mistress at my tits. He latched onto my other nub and suckled hard. My eyes widened as the pleasure tingled from my nipples down to my pussy. Dual zaps of lightning that made me tremble and groan.

I loved nursing my masters. I clenched down on his probing fingers, increasing the friction. They thrust so deep into me. My head tossed back and forth as my nipples throbbed. They sucked so much out of me. I whimpered.

His thumb brushed my clit.

“Oh, yes, Master!” I gasped. “Oh, wow! Please, don’t stop!”

They suckled harder, my milk squirting into their lips. They swallowed my creamy treat, hungry for it. My hips undulated. I humped his hand. My entire body trembled. My pleasure swelled. I couldn’t take much more.

I came.

My orgasm burst through me. I howled in rapture as the waves of delight washed out of my convulsing pussy. My twat spasmed around his digits as they thrust into me. I bucked between them, their suckling only adding to my delight.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, that’s it! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Mistress.”

Mistress popped her mouth off my nipple, staring at me as I writhed through my pleasure. My mind melted beneath it. Master massaged my clit and suckled on it, keeping the bliss flowing through me for a wondrous minute.

“Mmm, was it a good one?” Mistress asked as she leaned in to kiss me.

“Uh-huh,” I whimpered right before her lips claimed mine.

I flicked my tongue out, tasting my sweet, melony breast milk staining her lips. It was so wicked. I shuddered one last time, a last surge of delight shooting through me. Master ripped his fingers out of me as I groaned into my kiss with Mistress.

“Isabella,” he groaned as he moved between my thighs.

I shuddered as he rubbed his hard cock against my pussy lips. I trembled in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for him to fill me up again. He stroked up and down my slit, brushing my clit and then down to the entrance.

I moaned into Mistress’s kiss as he thrust into me. I gasped in delight, my pussy filled to the brim. His thick cock stretched me wide. My twat drank in the friction. It was incredible to feel him in me again. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pleasure rippling through me.

Mistress broke the kiss. “Enjoy yourself.”

“Yes, Mistress!” I gasped. “Oh, Master, please, fuck my pussy! Use my twat.”

“Is your slutty cunt loving my stallion’s dick?” Mistress hissed.

I opened my eyes, staring into her emerald depths. “Yes!”

“She’s tight, Mare! Mmm, she’s as tight as the day I popped her cherry and knocked the little slut up.”

Mistress giggled as she shifted. Then I gasped as she straddled my face. I stared up at her succulent pussy, shaved bare. I licked my lips, trembling as Master thrust his cock in and out of my cunt. I shuddered as Mistress’s vulva settled on my lips.

I buried my tongue into her sweet, spicy snatch, my tongue swirling about, caressing all her parts. I licked and lapped, savoring her delicious flavor. It was such a heady rush. An ambrosia. This was truly paradise.

“Oh, yes!” Mistress gasped. “Pleasure us both, slut!”

“Lick my wife’s cunt,” Master grunted, his strokes growing harder. He rammed into my pussy, his balls smacking into my taint. “That’s it, cunt. Worship her pussy! Make her cum. I love watching my wife cum on a slut’s lips.”

I did.

I licked and lapped at Mistress’s cunt. I swirled my tongue around inside of her. I licked out every bit of her I could. I savored every drop. I plunged my tongue into her over and over. I danced around inside of her.

Master thrust deep into my cunt. I moaned into Mistress’s pussy as the pleasure built and built. The friction was incredible. My thighs gripped him, eager to milk his cock dry. To please him. I whimpered, my heart hammering in my chest.

Mistress purred in delight. “Mmm, Fuck her hard! Pound her cunt. Oh, Mark, she moans every time you bottom out in her. The little whore is just dying to cum on your cock.”

“I am, Mistress!” I moaned.

I bucked into Master’s thrusts, my pussy drinking in the pleasure. His cock was amazing. I would be his slut. I would get to experience his cock and her pussy for the rest of existence. I tightened my thighs about his hips, humping into his thrusts. My clit throbbed every time his pubic bone struck it.

Sparks flared. They built and built the heat in my pussy. I moaned into her twat, licking her, drinking her sweet and spicy cream. It was heaven. I jammed my tongue deep into her, making her gasp and shudder, her plump rump clenching before my eyes.

“She’s an eager slut,” Mistress purred, grinding her hot pussy on my face. “Oh, yes! That’s it! Jab that tongue into my pussy’s depths! Make me cum!”

“Fuck, Mare!” grunted Master. “Her cunt’s so tight. I’m gonna flood her.”

“Do it! Cum in her, horny stallion! Give the little slut what she wants!”

They kissed with noisy passion. I shuddered and kept fucking my tongue in and out of her snatch. She moaned and then her pussy convulsed around my tongue. She shuddered atop me, her ass clenching. A flood of cream squirted into my hungry mouth.

She writhed atop me while moaning her orgasmic bliss into Master’s lips. I made her cum. I drank down her cream, a ripple of pleasure shooting through my pussy. A heady rush suffused me, driving me toward my climax.

I made my Mistress cum.

Now it was Master’s turn.

I squeezed my twat down on his cock as he thrust into my depths. I yearned for his cum. His heavy balls slapped into me, full of that delightful spunk I wanted so bad. I shuddered, my body writhing. I needed his spunk.

Master did not disappoint me.

“Fuck!” he grunted, thrusting his cock into my depths.

A hot flood of jizz pumped into me. It splashed against my cervix. It spilled through my twat. I shuddered, moaning into my Mistress’s cunt. My cunt squeezed down on his dick. Then the pleasure exploded through me.

I joined them in orgasmic delight.

Wave after ecstatic wave washed through me. I bucked and shuddered on the bed. It creaked beneath me. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy convulsing around his dick. I milked him while licking up all her juices.

They both panted, still kissing. They were loving each other. I smiled as her pussy rubbed against my face. I took a gentle lick, my orgasm dying down. Joy suffused my entire being. I just pleasured both my Masters like a good slut.

I missed my children, but they would be with Chase. And one day, I would see them again. I just knew it.

Until then, I would have a lot of fun.

To be continued…

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