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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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Marduk always plots from the dark. You will find his servants in the deepest holes working their master’s foul will.

—excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

“Let me introduce you,” I said when I broke the kiss with Mary. She was so lithe on my lap, and the intoxicating scent of hot pussy made my cock throb hard. “Quatch is the big, hairy guy.”

“Quatch?” she asked.

“Because I’m as hairy as Sasquatch,” he said with a grin.

“Karl’s the skinny guy, Chris is the ex-army ranger, and Tom is the quiet one,” I continued. “Quatch is going to be my best man at the wedding, and the others will be my grooms.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mary said, her words a little slurred. “Are you almost done?”

“Yeah, we’re at the boss,” I said. “A sorcerer-dragon.”

“Ohh,” Mary cooed. “Want to make it interesting?” She had a big grin on her face.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

“Well, whoever has the killing blow can fuck my pussy,” Mary giggled.

“Naughty filly,” I groaned even as my cock gave another throb. It was exciting seeing her with another man even though I hated the thought. I didn’t quite understand what was so thrilling about watching your women getting fucked by another guy.

“Shit,” Tom muttered, blinking in surprise.

“You’re Mark’s fiancee, right?” Chris asked in surprise. “Not another whore?”

“Hey, if he can fuck any woman he wants than I can fuck any guy,” Mary retorted. “It’s only fair. Right, hun?”

She was right, it was only fair. “Yeah, Mare. Fair is fair.” Mary was free to fuck whom she wanted, although I preferred if she would just fuck women.

“Hey, I’m running the dragon,” Quatch protested. “So, what about me?”

Mary bit her lip. “Well, if you kill all of them, then you can fuck me.”

“Really?” Karl asked, glancing at me. I don’t think he quite believed I would let my beautiful fiancee fuck one of my friends.

“Sounds like a fair contest,” I laughed. “Let’s see who wins my fiancee’s tight snatch.”

“Umm, it’s the tightest cunt,” Mary giggled, squirming more on my lap. Damn, I was so hard. I wanted to fuck her right here and now.

The game became a free for all. We stopped cooperating, each of us wanting to be the player to drop the dragon. And Quatch pulled out all the stops. I wasn’t going to accuse him of cheating behind the DM screen, but he had a couple of lucky crits that killed Lillian’s bard.

Then I took a bad hit and lost half my hit points. “Can you heal me Karl?”

Normally, Karl’s cleric would be rushing to the aid of his companions. But not this time. “Sorry, man,” he laughed. “I attack the dragon with my morningstar.”

On the dragon’s next turn, I was killed by its acidic breath weapon. “Thank, Karl,” I muttered.

“Oh, poor baby,” Mary giggled before giving me a consolation kiss. “You’ll just have to get sloppy seconds, hun.”

A worried look crossed Quatch’s face when Chris’s barbarian scored a crit on the dragon, dealing massive, extra damage for his lucky roll. “That had to kill it!” Chris cheered when he added up his attack’s damage.

“Nope,” Quatch said with a sigh. “It’s badly wounded. But it’s hanging in there.”

Tom was up next, and he had a triumphant grin. All he had to do was hit the dragon once and it would be over. He sent his monk in to finish the dragon with a flurry of blows. But Tom rolled badly: a 3, a 4, and a 1—a fumble.

Quatch grinned. “Dragon gets an opportunity attack. Let’s see, that’s a bite attack and…” A dice was rolled behind the screen. “I believe a 23 hits you!”

“Yeah,” Tom muttered, glaring at his dice.

The damage knocked Tom’s Thri-keen unconscious, putting him out of the fight. Karl’s tactic of not healing his competition was paying off, and on his turn, he slammed his morningstar into the dragon and felled it with a tenth of the damage Chris had just dealt with his crit, stealing the kill from the barbarian.

Karl whooped in delight; I had never seen him so excited. “Alright!” He grabbed his crotch and rubbed his hard dick. “I can’t believe I get to fuck another girl tonight.”

“He lost his virginity to Alison earlier,” I whispered to Mary.

“Ohh, how cute,” Mary said, her dress sliding off her body. She was naked save for a black push-up bra. She lifted her hair. “Want to help a girl get laid, hun?”

Her green eyes sparkled over her shoulder. “Naughty filly,” I unhooked her bra for her so she could fuck my friend.

Her perky, freckled breasts spilled out. Chris gave a catcall and Mary smiled, twirling about for the guys, shaking her perky tits and plump ass. She was getting off on the attention. Then she hopped up on the table, knocking over some miniatures and spilling someone’s drink onto the floor. No one cared as Mary spread her legs, exposing her wet pussy’s pink hole.

“C’mon, I’ve had women all night, I need a dick in me!” moaned my fiancee.

Karl glanced at me. “You better fuck her before she changes her mind,” I said, rubbing at my cock.

“Fuck,” Karl muttered as he undid his pants.

His cock sprang out. He grabbed Mary’s hips, pulling her to the edge of the table. My fiancee moaned, her hips writhing in delight. She gasped as he sank deep into her cunt, and her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Umm, yes, pound my cunt! I need a nice, hard cock after all the cunt I played with!”

“Damn!” Karl groaned as he pounded her. “Oh, damn.”

“Umm, only problem with a lesbian club, no hard cocks to fuck!”

Karl sucked on Mary’s tits as he pounded her before he kissed up her neck. He kept nuzzling and sucking as he moaned. The table creaked and rocked. Mary squealed in delight, her hips undulating beneath him.

“Oh, you naughty stud!” she moaned. “That’s not very nice!”

Karl grinned and lifted his lips. He had left a hickey on Mary’s neck. “You’re just so hot! I couldn’t resist. Always wanted to leave a hickey on a girl.”

Mary giggled. “Umm, you’re cute.”

Karl leaned down and tried to kiss her on the lips but Mary turned her head.

“Mark’s the only man that kisses me,” Mary moaned. “But don’t let that stop you from fucking my pussy! I’m so close to cumming!”

“Sure,” Karl groaned, panting as he fucked away.

Quatch was the only one not watching. He scooped up his books and dice into a backpack. “You’re not going to watch,” Chris asked, lazily stroking his cock.

“Um, Kim’s waiting for me to get home,” Quatch said, giving me a meaningful look. I winked at him and hoped he enjoyed his sister. “Later guys,” Quatch farewelled and left.

“Let me help you out, Master,” Lillian purred as she crawled before me.

I grinned at her. My slut sucked my cock into her mouth. I shuddered and groaned as I enjoyed the blowjob and watched my fiancee get fucked by my friend. Lillian’s tongue swirled around my cock’s crown. My cock throbbed. I wouldn’t last long. It was so hot watching Mary getting fucked. Another man was atop her, violating her pussy.

My pussy.

“Shit!” Karl gasped as his ass pumped away on top of Mary. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet,” Mary moaned. “I’m so close!”

“Sorry!” Karl groaned as he buried into my fiancee and came with a loud groan. He pulled out and Mary moaned her disappointment, Karl’s cum dripping out of her pussy. My cock throbbed, and then I erupted into Lillian’s mouth.

“I need to cum! Someone fuck me!” Mary gasped as she squeezed her tits.

“Sure,” Tom said, appearing between her thighs and burying his cock into her cunt before anyone could object.

“Oh, yes!” Mary gasped, her disappointment fading. A happy smile crossed her lips as she writhed beneath Tom as he pounded her hard.

Mary turned her head, still happily smiling, her green eyes sparkling with lust. Our eyes connected. I saw such love in her emerald depths. My cock throbbed again. Lillian still sucked, eager for more of my cum. My cock never even softened. How could I become soft when my fiancee was so sexy?

“Gonna cum!” Mary moaned. “Oh, yes! Pound me!”

“Do it!” I growled at her. “You’re such a naughty filly!”

“Thank you,” Mary mouthed before she shuddered and arched her back as she came beneath Tom. Even though she writhed and bucked, she never broke eye contact with me. My balls tightened, and then I came again, shooting a second load down Lillian’s mouth. My slut drank it all down.

“Damn,” Tom grunted as he climbed off of my fiancee.

Mary’s pussy gaped open, pink and full of cum.

“Guess it’s my turn,” Chris grinned, stroking his hard cock.

Mary purred, “Oh, yes. Come fuck me, stud! Umm, you are just so handsome. I love a guy with muscles.”

“Oh, god it feel so nice inside her pussy,” Chris moaned. “So wet.”

Mary rubbed his chest through his shirt. “Let me see how sexy you are.”

Chris, his hips still pumping away, popped off his shirt, exposing his six-pack abs and muscled pecs. Mary ran her hands over his muscular torso. “So nice,” she cooed. “Oh yes.”

Chris grinned and fucked my fiancee harder and harder. The table rocked and groaned. Mary’s hands roamed his muscular body as she humped into his strokes. She gasped and moaned her delight, groaning near and near to cumming.

My cock throbbed and I fucked my slut’s mouth. Lillian moaned around my dick, eager for a third load. I was eager to give it to her as Mary threw back her head and let out a low, throaty moan as she came beneath Chris.

Chris slammed his cock into her a few more times and moaned, “Her cunt milking my cock! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!”

“Ohh, cum in me,” Mary gasped. “I need more!”

Chris stiffened and Mary beamed as he buried into her and pumped her cunt full of a third man’s cum.

“Man, Mark, your fiancee is a wild gal,” Chris panted as he pulled out.

“She’s my naughty filly,” I groaned, so close to cumming.

“And your naughty filly need her randy stallion to give her a proper fucking!” Mary wantonly moaned, running her fingers through her messy pussy. “Your friends were nice, but I need a real cock in me.”

I knew she was just saying that to stroke my ego, but that didn’t stop me from being happy. I ripped my cock from Lillian’s mouth. I guess the slut wasn’t getting that third load. I walked around the table and grabbed my fiancee’s hips.

“My horny stallion,” she moaned as I crawled up her body. “Fuck me! I need a real man.”

“Fuck, I love you,” I groaned as I slowly slid my cock into her sloppy pussy.

She was so hot and tight. My cock buried into her with a wet squelch. Mary pulled my head down and kissed me with passion. I groaned, savoring her love. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me into her cunt. I slowly fucked her, taking my time as I enjoyed my fiancee.

“Oh yes,” Mary moaned beneath me as our passion sped up, “that’s the cock I love. And the man.”

“I love you, Mare,” I whispered into her ear, fucking her faster and harder.

The table creaked beneath us as we picked up our pace. Mary’s hips rotated beneath me, humping me back as hard as I thrust into her hot depths. Her tongue licked at my ear and she whispered, “Your friend’s cocks were nice, but yours is the one that my pussy craves. You’re stirring my cunt up so deliciously.”

“Your cunt feels amazing,” I whispered back, my balls slapping into her pussy ached to cum. “So wet and slick.” I saw the hickey on her neck, and I decided to leave one of my own, even bigger than Karl’s. I latched onto her neck and sucked as I made love to her.

“That’s all your friends cum inside me,” Mary cooed. “Sloppy, wet cum, filling me up. But I need more. I need your tasty cum.” Her fingers raked my back through my shirt. “I’m getting so close to cumming! Are you close?”

“Yes, Mare!” I groaned and went back to sucking at her neck. I fucked her hard, our flesh slapping together.

“You always fuck me so hard after another man’s been in me,” Mary whispered, her hands cupping my face and pulling my lips to hers.

We kissed hard. My balls tightened. I slammed into her hot depths. My orgasm exploded out of me. Mary bucked beneath me, her cunt spasming as she came. The pleasure rushed through me every time I shot a blast of cum into her depths.

Then I collapsed on her, my head swimming with exhaustion and bliss

“Mmh, that was nice,” Mary purred, her arms holding me. “Maybe I should join your group, it seems like so much fun.”

“Yeah,” Tom grinned.

“I would love for you to come again,” Karl excitedly said.

“Oh, I can guarantee that I will cum again,” Mary said with a wicked smile.

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Sister Theodore – Miami, Fl

The night wore on. My eyes grew heavy. I messed up.

I lay on my bed in the motel room I shared with Antsy. The minutes ticked by. I had blown it. I had my chance to cast the spell on Antsy tonight, and instead I let my lusts distract me. I tried to stay awake, but it grew harder and harder as the night wore on.

The window grew light as dawn neared.

My eyes were heavy. I laid back on my pillow. She wasn’t coming back tonight. She was having fun with whatever stud she met at the club. At least there was always tomorrow night. And Saturday and Sunday. Antsy wasn’t going back home yet. I hadn’t blown my mission yet.

I would still be able to stop Mark Glassner.

I fell into an exhausted sleep.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – Buckley, WA

Could my email be traced?

I stared at my laptop as I sat in the cheap cabin. My hideout. No one knew I was here. I had a burner cell phone I paid with cash. I had a laptop routed through every anonymizer and IP router I could before I communicated with the outside world.

The police couldn’t trace me. Right?

I never should have placed that ad. I never should have exposed myself. It was too risky. Hitmen were always cops. You heard about it all the time when some spouse wanted to kill the other. I wouldn’t save my wife if I was in jail for conspiracy to commit murder.

My hand shook.

I wanted a drink.

I grit my teeth. Sweat broke out on my forehead. Just a small one. Something to take the edge off. That couldn’t hurt.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans. No. I was in command. I wouldn’t submit. The police had no idea where I was. No idea.

I needed to keep repeating that. I was safe. They would have already burst down the doors if they knew. Mark had to have them hunting me. He controlled so many police chiefs. And the FBI. I bet they were hunting me, too.

So I must be safe.

The lie was comforting.

My laptop chimed. I had an email. I took a deep breath and grabbed it. Doug usually sent me an email informing me he had uploaded the days surveillance. I tapped the keyboard to wake up the monitor.

The email was from the assassin. “You never showed up. I was sad. I’m not a cop. I want to help you. The one I serve wants Mark Glassner dead, too.”

I froze. I never told the assassin whom I wanted dead.

“The one I serve has great power. I think you understand what I’m taking about. You know what sort of people Mark and his redheaded slut are, and whom they received their power from. The one I serve doesn’t want Lucifer’s plan to succeed. He’s willing to help. If you’re willing to pay the price.”

I blinked at the screen. My heart thudded in my chest. Could I make a Pact with a demon like Mark had?

I could.

“Let’s arrange another meeting,” I typed, sent the email, and closed my laptop. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? If Mark could get power, why not me?

To be continued…

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