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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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The Gods did establish their first abode in the house of Desiree, the second Holy Slut to serve the Living Gods. Like Alison before her, Desiree captured the love of the Gods’ and graciously agreed to serve and house them.

—The Gospel of April 5:32

Mark Glassner

I woke up, confused where I was.

Then I remembered, I was in the Fitzsimmons house. No, it was my house now. I took it from him.

I rubbed sleep from my eyes and saw Mary sitting next to me. It was dark in the living room, the sun had began to set while I was sleeping and the living room danced with the shifting light from the Television.

“Have a nice nap?” Mary asked.

I nodded and sat up. Mary had showered and smelled of coconut, her red hair falling wet and loosely about her shoulders. She wore a pink, silk robe that hung open, exposing her nude body. Alison knelt before her, gently licking at her slit.

“Having fun?” I asked.

“I am,” Mary sighed happily, and pushed Alison off her cunt. Then she snuggled up against me, belting her robe closed. The fabric really clung to her flesh, nipples hard dimples.

“Damn, I love that robe.”

She beamed at me then gave me a quick kiss. “Dinner will be ready, soon, and then we’ll talk.”

Talk? Oh, fuck. I remembered my promise to tell her how I could make people do what I wanted. “You still want to know?” She nodded, and kissed my neck. One command and she’d forget it all. It would be so simple. She’d be happy.

And a slave.

“Okay, after dinner, Mare.”

We cuddled. It was wonderful. She smelled so delightful, felt so warm. I could stay like this forever. Why did she have to have a boyfriend when I met her? If she had been single, I wouldn’t have needed to sell my soul to claim her. We both had felt that spark last night when our eyes met.

I glanced at Alison—my Pact did have its perks though.

I started drifting off to sleep again when Desiree announced, “Dinner’s ready, Master.” She was standing at the living room entrance naked save for a white apron. Her large tits spilled around the frilly apron and dark, pink nipples peaked out as she breathed.

We stood up, Mary belting close her robe, which clung silkily to her body, molding to the curves of her hips and breasts. Desiree led us into a beautiful dining room with a table covered in a lace tablecloth. Two plates had been set at the corners and the only lights were from mauve candles set in silver candleholders. Desiree handed Alison a bottle of wine and she poured us both a glass while Desiree set plates of food on the table. Steaming on the plates was a savory roast, dripping in gravy with a side of mashed potatoes. Bowls containing a mixed vegetable salad sat next to the plates, along with various bottles of dressing. Alison held a chair out for Mary while Desiree held one for me. Once we were both seated, the sluts retired to the kitchen.

“Umm, this is amazing,” I smiled, taking a bite of the moist, delicious roast.

“You have to try this,” Mary sighed, holding up a fork covered in mashed potatoes drizzled in brown gravy.

They were thick and creamy and the gravy was rich and savory. I took a sip of the dark, red wine, and it seemed to complement the roast. I didn’t know a lot about wine, but this was the best glass I ever had. Mary made a game of feeding me with her fork, interspersed with her sweet kiss.

She was such a wonderful creature.

A bit of gravy leaked down her lips. I leaned and and licked up the savory sauce, my hand landing on her sexy thigh. She turned into the kiss, working her mouth against me. The dinner was delicious, but Mary tasted far better.

My hand slid up her thigh, pushing beneath her silk robe to find her shaved, wet pussy. Her thighs opened for me, a shudder passing through her body as I fingered her. Her clit grew hard beneath my fingers and my cock swelled.

Her hand found my dick.

I groaned as she stroked me, dropping her fork and moaning into my lips. Our chairs creaked as we fondled each other. Her hand was soft and lithe, stroking the tip of my cock on the upstroke, then sliding back down.

I shoved a finger into her hot depths.

She shuddered, her pussy squeezing down on my finger. I worked it in and out, thumbing her clit as I explored her hot depths. She stroked me faster, squeezing hard, twisting her hand about the tip before sliding back down. I felt the pleasure of her hand shooting through me, my balls tightening.

I wanted her to cum with me. I slipped a second finger into my love’s pussy, curling them, sliding them about. She squeezed on my cock, her fist flying faster. She moaned into my lips as her pleasure mounted.

Her gasp of bliss was muffled by my lips. She shuddered in her chair. Her pussy grew very wet, squeezing down on my fingers. I made her cum. I loved to do that. Her hand slid up my cock, brushing the tips. I shuddered, erupting and spraying my cum onto the bottom of the dining table.

She broke the kiss, holding her hand up, ropes of cum splattered across her. She brought them to her lips and licked herself clean, staring at me with her green eyes the entire time. I brought my sticky fingers to my lips and savored her treat.

She smiled. “What a great meal.”

“That was delicious,” I nodded. “And so was your food, Desiree. I think we’re ready for dessert.”

“I thought I had mine,” Mary giggled.

“I’m so glad you enjoyed the food, Master.” Desiree blushed when she came out to clear the plates.

After the plates were cleared, Desiree and Alison returned with dessert—slices of chocolate cake and scoops of vanilla ice cream. The cake was heavenly, the texture spongy and moist.

“You are amazing,” moaned Mary to Desiree as she took her first bite.

The Latina slut blushed.

“You are wasted on that fat husband of yours,” I smiled. “I’m going to keep you forever.”

“Oh, thank you, Master,” Desiree purred. “My husband was starting to bore me. And his cock…so little.”

Alison gave a wicked laugh and goosed Desiree’s ass. “Gold-digging whore.”

Desiree flushed, and nodded. “And aren’t you quite the slut?” The Latina woman reached out, tracing Alison’s nipples, then slid down to her tattoo. “I bet you are quite the wildcat in bed, aren’t you?”

“Meow,” Alison giggled.

Desiree bent down and whispered in Alison’s ear and my pink-haired slut let out a wicked laugh.

Mary and I had both devoured our cake, and Desiree cleared the dessert plates, her heavy breasts swaying as she walked around the table. I reached out a hand, giving her heavy tits a nice fondle, her nipples hard against my palms. She purred happily and kissed my forehead.

“We want some privacy,” I told the sluts.

Delight twinkled in Desiree’s eyes, and she glanced at Alison. “We’ll find a way to amuse ourselves.”

Alison waggled her tongue at Desiree. “Yes we will, Master!”

My eyes lingered on both my slut’s shapely asses as they disappeared back into the kitchen.

“Dinner’s over, Mark, spill the beans,” Mary eagerly said, leaning close to me; I could smell her coconut shampoo.

My stomach roiled in sudden nerves, scared to tell Mary where my powers came from. I looked at my girlfriend; her heart-shaped face stared expectantly at me. The pink, silk robe she wore had loosened during supper, and I could see a dusky nipple perched on a small, freckled breast.

I took a deep breath. I loved her; I could share my darkest secrets with her. “You still want to know how I can do the things I do?”

She nodded eagerly.

I sighed. “Well, it’s…” I started to say. This was harder than I thought. My stomach was twisted in painful knots. The longer I prolonged this, the worse it grew. Maybe it was like ripping off a band-aid—I just needed to get this over as quickly as possible. “I made a deal with the Devil,” I blurted out.

Mary blinked. “What?” Confusion marred her face as she furrowed her auburn eyebrows.

“Last night, at a crossroads, I made a deal with the Devil,” I replied. “In exchange for my soul, he gave me three wishes. A long, healthy life. Sexual stamina.” I paused. “And…people have to do what I tell them to.”

Her face contorted in surprise as she realized what that meant.

“I love you, Mare. I don’t want to control you anymore.” I took a deep breath, and gave her my final command, “You no longer have to do what I told you or what I will tell you to do. You are free to ignore my commands.”

There was silence.

Then her face flushed in anger. “So I wasn’t attracted to you. I didn’t even have a choice. You just told me to spread my legs and I had to do it! Fuck, Mark! Jesus Christ, what the fuck!”

“I’m sorry, Mare,” I whispered; flinching beneath her words. This wasn’t going the way I had hoped. “You were so beautiful and you were so happy to do what I told you to. I made sure you enjoyed it. How many times did you cum today?”

“That makes it better!” she demanded, tears falling down her freckled cheeks. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You made me do such depraved acts. And what you made me do to my boyfriend, Mike…” Her body wracked with sobs.

This was going so badly. And she was right, I had made her love me, then I made her dump her boyfriend over the phone while I fuck her ass. God, what type of asshole does that?

“I love you, Mare,” I confessed to her. “I think the moment I saw you in the coffee shop last night I fell in love with you. I was just so lonely, and you seemed so happy doing what I told you. It didn’t seem wrong. But as the day wore on, I realized how terrible it was for me to tell you what to do, so I’ve tried to not give you direct orders anymore. You tell a slut what to do, not the woman you love. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I want you to truly be with me. Not because I made you, but because you love me.”

“And that’s the worst part, bastard!” Mary screamed. “I do love you! It makes this hurt so much more!”

Relief washed over me for a moment. She still loved me. “Then what does the past matter. All that matters is that we love each other.”

“What if it’s not real love?” Mary retorted. “What if it’s just the poison you fed me?”

“Does it matter how you fell in love with me? Doesn’t it just matter how your heart feels?” I reached out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. “We can be happy together. I can give you whatever you want. I can give you the world on a silver platter!”

She hesitated, doubt conflicting her face. The she steeled herself. “I think it does matter that my love isn’t real.”

“How do you know it’s not real? How can you tell? What about last night? You seemed to be flirting with me. That was before I made my Pact.”

“I…” she opened her mouth and hesitated. “I don’t know.” Fresh tears overwhelmed her and she sobbed into her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m going to go upstairs and wait,” I told her. “If your love for me outweighs your anger then come upstairs. If not, I love you and I won’t stop you from going. You can take the car, your clothes, anything you want. I promise I won’t ever come looking for you. Just, please, think about it? Please?”

Mary sat still for a moment and then gave me the merest nod of her head.

A tiny glimmer of hope shone on me—there was still a chance. “I love you Mary.”

Mary did not answer me. She just buried her face in her hands and cried.

I stood from the table and left the dining room, my heart heavy with guilt and terror. I entered the kitchen where Alison and Desiree were cleaning the dishes. Alison looked at me, a supportive smile on her face. “It’ll be okay, Master,” she whispered, hugging me. “Mistress loves you.”

Alison hopeful words made me feel a little better. “Sluts, when you’re finished with the cleaning, retire to the guest bedroom and do not leave until the morning unless you need to use the bathroom.”

“Yes Master,” she replied as Desiree nodded. Then I discontentedly headed upstairs to the master bedroom and sank to the floor, leaning back against the bed. And waited.

My heart beat hard, stuck in my throat, almost choking me. I clenched my hands tight. And waited. My ears strained for sounds from downstairs, but all I could hear were clatters from the kitchen. Fear and doubt and terror and hope all swirled through my head. God, she was so hurt by the truth. I was such an idiot to release my control on her.

I sighed. No, letting her be free was the only way to truly have her. It would never have been a real relationship if she was my slave. But she still loves me. I just need to hope that her love will win out against her anger. I would pray to God, but I don’t think he would answer me. It was getting harder and harder to breathe as the tension squeezed my heart. Minutes ticked by a long as hours. The longer I waited, the worst the conflict between hope and despair grew. Over and over, the two phrases began to repeat on a loop in my head, drowning out all other thoughts

Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.

Again and again, like a needle skipping on a broken record, my mind echoed with those two thoughts. Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave. Hope and despair, love and grief, warred for my soul. My heart pounded until I thought it was going to explode in my chest.

Mary was going to come upstairs. Mary was going to leave.

The front door opened. A car engine started. Despair slew hope, and love was drowned by grief.

Mary was going to leave.

I sobbed into my hands.

To be continued…

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