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What exciting times have come to the Coven. Magic seems to be everywhere these days. After my tryst with Mary, the enchanting redhead I fooled around with at the Clam Diver, I was delighted to learn of Chantelle and Lana’s claim to conjure an actual Goddess. I can’t wait for tonight! This will be the greatest Summer Solstice I have ever witnessed.

—Facebook post of Starlight Gray, June 20th, 2013

Lilith – The Abyss

My soul buzzed with energy. I had glutted on vitality. A man’s life force was such a delicious meal.

Lana and Chantelle finally had finished their lovemaking. Their passions were spent. They cuddled as they drifted off to sleep. Their bodies were naked. They had a window open, the room warm. They slept without sheets. They were beautiful.

They were worthy enough to serve me.

Their breathing slowed. Their conscious minds grew still as they fell into the depths of sleep. Their subconscious rose. They dreamed.

I loved dreams. You could learn so much about a human’s desires from their dreams. They were windows into their hopes and fears, desires and secrets. With a light touch, I could direct their subconscious, ferreting out everything thing I would need to seduce them from Mark.

Lana, the blonde, was bisexual. I was disgusted to see that she still had cravings for men that Chantelle could never satisfy. Lana was often unfaithful to Chantelle with men. Her foul desires for cocks had to be satiated, and Lana enjoyed driving Chantelle crazy with jealousy. Lana loved how sexually aggressive it made Chantelle after Chantelle had witnessed her with a male lover.

I pressed further into Lana’s desires. What did she love about being with brutish men? Was it men in general she found attractive, or was it only their hard, throbbing organs? I couldn’t have a woman serve me who loved men. Lana shuddered and whimpered as I pressed deeper.

Buried in Lana darkest recesses, I found those desires that she hid from all. Lana wanted to be fucked by a futanari, a dickgirl. She didn’t want some guy who had breast augmentation, but an actual woman with a penis. She burned for this taboo congress. She loved cocks, but not necessarily the men who wielded them.

A smile crossed my lips. What a naughty slut she was. She was perfect.

I probed into her fears. She didn’t like heights, which wasn’t useful, and spiders absolutely frightened her. I discarded such mundane fears, and ferreted out the ones she clutched in her heart. Lana loved Chantelle, but she feared that Chantelle only was attracted to her beauty. She dreaded the day old age would sap her youth and beauty, then Chantelle would find a younger, prettier woman to love, discarding Lana as useless.

I let Lana’s dream on her own and moved to Chantelle.

Chantelle loved Lana. But it hurt her every time Lana was unfaithful. Chantelle hated watching Lana with other men. Every time was a knife in her heart. Chantelle was desperate to tell Lana how she truly felt. She wanted to beg Lana to stop. After every one of Lana’s affairs, Chantelle steeled herself to drop her ultimatum.

Instead, Chantelle found herself fucking Lana with fiery passion. She had to prove to herself that Lana enjoyed being with her more than with a man. Both of them were strippers, and Lana would often fuck men during lap dances while Chantelle watched. Chantelle’s great desire to stop Lana’s infidelity was tied into her fears. Chantelle had all those normal, mundane fears, but the one that kept her up at night was losing Chantelle to a man. Chantelle was the first woman Lana had been with, and Chantelle feared that Lana would one day stop being gay and go back to men.

I smiled, this was perfect. I knew just how to seduce these girls to my service.

I entered the Mortal World. It was time to seduce them. Dawn was approaching in a few hours, so I needed to act now. I was strongest at night, beneath a moon.

When I manifested, my lust radiated out from me in waves, engulfing the room and flooding out into the rest of the bed and breakfast. Both sleeping women stirred. Their nipples hardened and the sweet, musky scent of their pussies wafted through the air. In the next room was a couple celebrating their wedding anniversary The wife was sleeping, but the husband was up, using the restroom. The lust hit him, overwhelming his thoughts, and he rushed to his wife. Soon their passionate fucking could be heard through the thin walls. Upstairs, the innkeeper, a woman in her sixties, masturbated for the first time in years.

I drank in the lusty energy shed by the mortals.

Lana woke up first. She shifted around, and then her eyes widened as she gazed at my perfect beauty. A shiver of lust rippled through her as she drank in my naked, lush body bathed in silvery moonlight.

“Wow,” she whispered as she reached out and shook Chantelle’s shoulder.

Chantelle murmured. She snuggled tighter against Lana. Her lips brushed Lana’s hard nipple. Instinctively, Chantelle’s mouth opened and she sucked the nipple between her lips. Lana’s eyes glistened with desire, her full lips parting in a sigh.

“Who are you?” gasped Lana, her voice thick with her Ukrainian accent.

“Lilith,” I purred. “A goddess bringing such sweet gifts of pleasure the likes you have never experienced.”

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Chantelle Paquet-Holub – Port Orchard, WA

I came awake. My lips were wrapped about Lana’s hard nipples. I moaned as I suckled. My pussy was on fire. A woman stood over us, her hair silver and glowing in the moonlight. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She rivaled Mistress with her heaving breasts and curvy hips.

Her name was Lilith. A goddess sent to give us pleasure.

“Yes,” Lana moaned.

My pleasure swelled. My hand pushed between Lana’s thighs. My wife was dripping wet. I fingered her as the goddess watched us. My own pussy was on fire. I squeezed my thighs together, caressing my clit.

“You’re gorgeous,” Lana moaned as my fingers sank into her pussy.

The goddess purred in delight. I shuddered as Lilith reached out and touched both our thighs. We both cried out in delight as our climaxes burst through our bodies. We writhed and shuddered together. We held each other tight as we trembled in passion.

“Oh, Chantelle!” Lana mewled, her voice thick with passion.

Lana seized my chin. She pulled my lips from her nipples. We kissed. I moaned into my wife’s lips as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. Lilith’s touch was pure sex. Another orgasm shuddered through me.

Lilith joined us on our bed, crawling up our bodies. Her every touch sent new delights shuddering through my body. Another orgasm rippled through my wife and me as Lilith’s large breasts dragged across our naked flesh. Her nipples were hard as they slid up my thigh, leaving burning bliss in their wake.

The goddess crawled between us and I separated from Lana. Our hands grabbed her body. Her breasts dangled above our lips. We both sucked Lilith’s hard nipples into our mouths. Our thighs parted and her legs settled between us. I humped with my wife, the pair of us rubbing our hot pussies up and down Lilith’s smooth flesh.

“That’s it. Revel in the pleasures I bring,” cooed Lilith.

And it was such pleasure she brought. My mind burned with passions I had never experienced.

I ground harder on her thigh. My pussy flooded her flesh with my excitement. Orgasm burst through my body. I moaned my passion around her hard nipple. I sucked and played with the nub as stars danced before my eyes.

“Yes, you two are just perfect.” The goddess cradled our heads, holding us to her breasts. Her fingers stroked through my black hair. “Just perfect.”

Lana sucked harder beside me and nibbled with her teeth. I just used my tongue, playing with Lilith’s hard nipple before sucking it back into my mouth. I shuddered, my clit throbbing. The air was heady with the heady scent of womanly passion.

Strange thoughts flooded my mind. In my imagination, a cock sprouted from my pussy, thrusting before me. Lana moaned her delight as she knelt before me. She sucked my cock into her lips, bobbing her head as her blue eyes shown with pleasure. Then I fucked her. The sensations were intense. Lana was begging me to cum in her pussy. I shuddered and flooded her with my seed.

It was such an impossible fantasy. But it made me so hot. The Lana in my mind was such a slut for my cock. She was as eager to fuck it as she was to fuck all those guys. I moaned, wanting it to be true, wanting Lana to pant after me with that same lust.

“Oh, Chantelle!” Lana shuddered, her eyes closed as she writhed next to me. “Fuck me with your cock. It feels so amazing. It’s better than any man’s dick because it belonged to my wife! Umm, and you still have your pussy. You’re all I want! Tits, pussy, and cock! You’re a dickgirl! A beautiful dickgirl.”

“Yes!” I gasped. I wanted that. I wanted to be her dickgirl lover. I wanted to give my Lana everything she desired.

“I can give this to you,” Lilith whispered as she nuzzled my ear. I shuddered and came as her hot tongue circled my lobe. “With a cock, you could fully satisfy Lana. She would never need to cheat on you.”

“I want that!” I gasped.

Lilith’s lips moved to Lana and whispered to my wife, “You fear growing old, of Chantelle finding a younger woman, but I can keep you and your wife young and beautiful forever.”

Lilith’s promise filled me. It penetrated the haze of lust that surrounded me. I looked at my wife and she looked at me. A wave of nerves washed through me. “W-would you be happy if I had a dick?” I asked.

“Oh, that would make me so happy!” Lana moaned. “I’ve always fantasized about being with a futanari!”

“A what?” I asked.

“A beautiful girl with a beautiful dick and a yummy pussy,” Lana answered right before she kissed me. My heart throbbed at the thought. I could be everything Lana needed. I wanted that. I would have a dick and a pussy. I could have everything my wife needed.

“All I need is your pledge to worship me,” Lilith purred. “Swear your souls to me and be my High Priestesses, and I will grant you your desires.”

Something new intruded on my lust. I couldn’t swear my soul to her. “But we belong to Master and Mistress,” I objected.

“Your bodies, not your souls,” purred Lilith. “Besides, I serve Mark and Mary as well. They sent me to you to grant these desires.”

“Really?” Lana asked, trembling beside me.

Was that right? Were we serving our Masters by swearing to her. I wasn’t sure, but I wanted to believe her words. I was desperate to. I wouldn’t be betraying Master, right? A tiny fear clutched me, but my lust throbbed through me. Master never told me not to do this, and Lilith had to be telling the truth. She was just the sort of creature that would serve them.

“I will do it, if you will, Lana,” I sighed.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lana beamed. “I want it so bad!”

Lilith laughed in delight. “Yes. Just say, ‘I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, for now until the end of time,’ and then we shall consummate our agreement.”

“Consummate?” I asked, and Lilith smiled.

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Lilith

My lusts burned through my body. I had them. Mark’s control had almost interfered, but my little lie about being sent, calmed all their doubts and allowed their fantasies to flourish. They had some reservations, but they weren’t thinking clearly. My lust had filled their minds, and I had twisted their desires to my whims.

“Yes, we just have to consummate our Pact,” I purred as I reached down and caressed my clit.

I summoned my cock.

My clit swelled and grew, thrusting forward as it became a cock. The tip spread into a mushroom-shaped crown, a slit forming. I only made it seven inches, no need to frighten them with the monster I made when I took Sister Louise Monday night.

“Oh, yes!” groaned Lana as she lustfully stared at my cock. All her objections had vanished as she saw her deepest, darkest fantasy about to be fulfilled.

Chantelle glanced at her wife, biting her lip before she glanced down at her own pussy, imagining a similar cock thrusting up and Lana consumed with lust for it. Chantelle shuddered and nodded her head. “Let’s do it, Lana!”

“Say the words, and spread your legs,” I purred, stroking my cock. I ached to fuck them. “When my seed spills inside you, our pact will be made, and your boons shall be granted.” Lucifer could keep his silly contracts signed in blood. This was a far more satisfying way to make a Pact.

The pair shuddered, their pussies hot against my thigh as they orgasmed again. “Yes!” they moaned, their heads turning. Chantelle and Lana gazed into each other’s eyes. Their hands entwined and they both had smiles.

Together, they spoke the words: “I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, from now until the end of time!”

I shuddered as our ritual built. The chains were forming between us. Soon they would be mine. I would rip them from Mark. They would burn for me. They would worship me. And they would remember what Mark did to them.

“Lana first,” Chantelle purred.

I licked my lips as Lana spread her legs, opening herself up to me. She was eager to be fucked by a futanari. I could only fuck someone with their or their Master’s consent, the curse the Creator had placed on me when I made the cock. And Lana was clearly willing.

I groaned as the delicious feel of her cunt gave way to the tip of my cock. Her pussy clenched about me as she orgasmed. And she kept on orgasming as I fucked her. My dick was buried into the heart of her pleasure. She drank in all my lust. Her pussy writhed and massaged me as I fucked our.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped over and over. “That’s it. That’s what I need. Oh, fuck! It’s so hot! I’m gonna explode! I keep cumming!”

I fucked her faster. My cock throbbed in delight and my pussy clenched. Lana heaved beneath me, our breasts rubbing together. Everywhere I touched her sparked excitement through the young woman. She was consumed with it, driven beyond rational thought.

Lana and Chantelle still held hands, Chantelle watching in breathless anticipation as I fucked her wife. Lana’s cunt was continuously spasming, milking my cock, as her orgasms rolled through her body. I kissed her soft cheek then capture her sweet lips in a kiss. Lana’s free hand gripped my ass, pulling me tighter into her inviting cunt.

The orgasm built in my ovaries and my pussy twitched. There was no better feeling than fucking a woman and using my cock in violation of Creation. I thrust over and over into her pussy, our flesh slapping together every time I bottomed out. Every movement of my cock inside Lana’s cunt brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Yes!” I gasped as the shuddering release washed over me.

My seed rushed from my ovaries and out my cock, spilling black semen into Lana’s fertile womb. Lana screamed in passion and passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. At that moment, I grasped the black chain that bound Lana to Mark, yanked it away, and attached it to my soul. The black fell away from the chain, replaced by the red of a Warlock. Lana’s boon was granted and my payment met. Lana and Chantelle would forever be young and beautiful, and would forever be mine.

I pulled out of Lana. Chantelle caressed her unconscious wife’s face. Then she smiled at me and spread her legs. “Give me that same pleasure,” she moaned in her delightful accent.

My cock ached to do just that. I never softened. I rubbed it against Chantelle’s slit, nudging her hard clit. She spasmed in orgasm, bucking on the bed and making it harder for me to find her hole. Her small breasts jiggled and her eyes squeezed shut.

“Little slut,” I groaned as I stabbed my cock deep into her pussy.

Chantelle howled in pleasure as she orgasmed about my cock..

She was tighter than Lana, her cunt a velvet vice on my cock. I fucked her hard, and Chantelle writhed beneath me. She captured one of my nipples with her lips, sucking hard, her hips bucking up to fuck me back. I could feel that tightening in my ovaries build and build.

The bed creaked as I ravished the lesbian’s pussy. Her lithe thighs wrapped about my hips, pulling me in deeper as her pussy sucked and massaged at my cock. She was eager for my black seed. Pleasure coursed through me. The need built on the tip of my dick.

“Cum in me!” Chantelle gasped. “Please, please!”

My cock slammed into the depths of her cumming pussy. My ovaries spasmed. My cock erupted black seed into her fertile womb. My own pleasure shot through me as I seized her chain and wrested her away from Mark.

Like Lana, she was mine.

I pulled out of Chantelle’s cunt and was surprised to find that she was still conscious, a big smile on her face. Most women passed out from the intensity of the orgasm when I came in them. She glanced down and frowned. “Where’s my cock?”

“Grip your clit, twist it, and concentrate,” I told her.

Chantelle obeyed. Her smile grew as her clit sprouted into a cock throbbing before her. Chantelle shuddered in delight as she stroked it. “Oh, this is so amazing, my Goddess.”

Lana was stirring, rising from her exhaustive bliss. Her eyes widened at the sight of her wife’s cock. Lana smiled in amazement and stroked Chantelle’s hard dick. “Thank you, my Goddess,” Lana said, tears in her eyes.

“Enjoy yourselves,” I told them, “and then you’ll have work to do.”

“Work?” Lana asked, still stroking her wife’s cock.

“Yes, we’re going to destroy Mark and Mary,” I told them, “and then Lucifer.”

“Mark and Mary,” Chantelle whispered, her forehead creasing. And then she shuddered, horror crossing her face. “Oh, my god, what did they do to us? They, they made us do things to them! To a man?”

“I freed you from Mark’s slavery,” I soothed as Lana flinched. “Mark and Mary used magic on you to make you their whores, but I freed you. They can never control you.” No Warlock could control another. The chains that bound their souls to the demon the Warlock made the Pact with prevented that.

Lana straddled Chantelle, sliding her wet cunt down Chantelle’s cock. “We will make them pay, Lana,” Chantelle moaned as her wife rode her cock.

I smiled. Inside both women, my black sperm swam through their pussies, heading for their wombs. I laughed aloud and watched my Priestesses pleasure each other as my seed reached their wombs, waiting for one of their eggs to make its way down from their ovaries. The moment my cock had entered them, their ovaries had released an egg.

Soon, two babies would be conceived. Every woman I fucked quickened with child. New monsters would be birthed and loosed on the world. My new children to hound mankind.

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Noel Heinrich – South Hill, WA

My phone’s alarm woke me up from my groggy sleep. I sat up, reaching for the nightstand across the sleeping body of Chasity. We shared a bed together. She was an exciting woman. When she crawled into bed a few hours ago, she had been horny.

And I was a slut now, no longer a simple FBI agent, so I satiated her hunger. I had never been with a woman before Master claimed me. I was really liking it. Chasity was such an exciting creature. She was strong and intelligent, and the only slut besides me in law enforcement.

“What’s going on?” Chasity muttered.

“I just got an alert on one of my cases,” I said as I peered at my phone. My eyes widened. “That’s not good.”

“Huh?” Chasity asked, sitting up beside me and peering at my phone. I angled it so she could look. “Oh, no.”

A man named Xavier Donovan was part of a group under surveillance by the FBI and ATF for suspicion of buying illegal firearms. They were some cult worshiping a god called Marduk. And this Xavier was conspiring with an unknown man to assassinate Master.

Anger burned inside me.

“We have to protect Master,” growled Chasity.

I nodded my head in agreement.

To be continued…

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