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Thanks to the Creator’s gift, the Archangels are blessed with the foresight of future events. All our lives are entwined, and the Archangels can see the various permutations that can spill out of a single event. Therefore, trust the Ecstasy and know that Providence, directed by the Archangel Gabriel, guides your path. If you keep your faith, you shall not fail against the forces of the Adversary.

—excerpt from The Prayerbook of the Order of Mary Magdalene

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

“You got a cute ass,” I laughed, pinching Mary’s curvy, plump ass as she turned the shower on. “Have I ever told you that?”

“All the time,” Mary answered, giving me a fond look. “And I never tire of hearing it.”

My cum ran in white rivulets down her legs from her ass and cunt. It made her look so goddamn fucking sexy. I loved watching my seed trickle out of a woman I had just fucked. And seeing it leaking of my Mary just made it hotter. We had just spent the last hour and half making love in every position we could think of, and I came inside every hole my naughty filly had.

I gave her ass a squeeze, enjoying the feel of the plump flesh of her asscheeks.

Mary slapped my hand away.

“Didn’t you get enough?” she asked with a pleased smile.

“Never,” I answered, pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips. “How could I ever tire of you, Mare?”

“Stop it,” Mary half-heartily protested.

Sensing weakness, I kissed her again.

“My family will be here soon. We have to get ready, Mark.”

Steam poured from the shower. Mary slipped out of my grasp and into the spray. Warm water splashed on her perfect, naked body, running down her perky, freckled breasts and flat stomach, and matting the fiery heart of pubic hair above the slit of her pussy. She ducked her head under the water, her auburn hair plastering to her body.

I followed her in, pressing up against her back, my hard cock rubbing on her ass and the small of her back, while my hands wrapped around her and found her breasts. She shuddered as I played with her hard nipples. I loved playing with her body. The last week, we had enjoyed every pleasure imaginable.

I would never regret selling my soul to the Devil.

Mary sighed and shuddered as I fondled her. Her nipples were hard points beneath my fingers.

“We don’t have time, Mark,” she whispered.

“You’re just so beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her neck. “How can I resist your perfect body?”

Mary turned in my embrace, lust shining in her eyes. I groaned as she grasped my hard cock, stroking it with her wet hand. Her breasts pressed against my chest, perky and delicious. I slid a hand down her wet back and fondled her plump ass again.

“I thought we had to get ready?” I asked, enjoying her hand stroking my cock.

“We do,” she whispered, her legs spreading. “My family will be here soon.”

Her hands guided my cock to the silky entrance of her pussy. The hot lips of her pussy brushed my cock’s head. I groaned as the tip slid into her hole. I couldn’t resist experiencing her cunt’s tight embrace. I slowly thrust forward, enjoying the silky heat of my love.

“If we need to get ready,” I whispered into her ear, “why are you sticking my cock in your delightful pussy?”

“Because, I love it when you’re inside me,” Mary gasped as I bottomed out in her. “You’re so handsome that I just can’t resist your seduction. So fuck me! Ride your filly!”

Her lips were on me, her tongue in my mouth. I gripped her hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck, gripping me. I pressed her against the shower wall, the water spraying across us as our hips undulated.

Mary broke the kiss, passionately moaning in my ear. She held me tight, her lithe, slippery body squirming against mine. I groaned as I slowly fucked my woman. Her sweet pussy gripped me. Her thighs tightened and relaxed as she humped back.

“Tonight, I’m going to make love to both my sisters,” Mary whispered into my ear. “My bitch of an older sister, Shannon, and little Missy. I’m going to eat their pussies and they’re going to eat mine. And then you can fuck them.” She gripped my cock harder with her cunt. “Imagine it, the Sullivan girls naked and wet and willing in your bed.”

In my mind, Shannon was a more mature Mary, her body ripened by experience, but with the same dimples on her cheeks when she gave me a sultry, beckoning smile. Missy was Mary younger sister, just graduated from high school. Eighteen and youthful, eager to be taken hard by an experience man. I pictured all three writhing together on the bed. Three red-haired beauty’s caressing each other as they shared incestuous love.

Who would I have first? The more experienced Shannon, or the youthful and possibly virginal Missy.

“You’re the best, Mare,” I panted. “So sweet of you to share your sisters.”

Mary gave a throaty purr. “After you cum in my sister’s naughty cunts, I’m going to eat your tasty jizz out of their twats.”

I almost came picturing Mary kneeling before her sister and eating their creampies while I took my filly from behind. Her sister would writhe in pleasure on Mary’s skilled tongue. Mary’s sister begged in my mind for Mary to eat her nasty cunt harder and better.

Yes, sister! Eat my pussy! Give me a hot orgasm. Oh, this is so wrong. You’re my sister, but your mouth feels so delicious. Mmm, once I cum, it’ll be my turn to lick your pussy clean, Mary.

“Fuck, Mare!” I panted, my balls tightening, “That’s so fucking hot! I can’t fucking wait! Here it comes, Mare. You’ve been a naughty filly!”

“Yes, yes! I can’t wait to fuck my sisters!”

Her words shot straight to my balls. They exploded. Cum erupted from my cock. I buried into my naughty filly as I flooded her with load after load of cum. I groaned as the pleasure raced through my body.

“Fuck, fuck, cum in me!” she gasped. “Are you that excited to see me with my sisters?”

“Fuck, yeah,” I panted, leaning against her. “Sisters are so hot. Every guy wants to fuck sisters.”

“Don’t stop fucking me,” Mary urged. “I need to cum! Keep fucking, stud! I’m so close!”

Our flesh slapped together as I began fucking her again.

“Are you excited to eat your sister’s cunts?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yes, I can’t wait,” she moaned, fucking her hips back into me. “I’m going—”

A knock at the bathroom door interrupted her.

“Yes?” Mary moaned as she humped her hips. She was close to her orgasm.

* * *

Mary Sullivan

I was so close to cumming. So who the fuck was at the door interrupting us?

I kept humping against Mark, my cum-filled pussy gripping his shaft. I ground my clit into his groin. My toes curled. I was almost there. I just needed a little bit more. I wasn’t about to stop until I came.

The bathroom door opened and someone entered.

“Sorry, Mistress,” Thamina, our Arabic slut, apologized through the shower curtain. Thamina was one of the three sluts that were going to serve my family tonight. Desiree, wife of the previous owner of our house, and Fiona, a waitress from Seattle, were the other two. “Your sister, Shannon, and her boyfriend have arrived.”

“Figures,” I moaned. I was so close to cumming. “She’s early. Tell her we’re getting ready and will be down soon.”

“Shall I tell them why you are delayed?” Thamina asked with amusement.

“Maybe,” Mark groaned.

“No,” I gasped, Mark’s cock slamming deep into me. “And be on your best behavior. Tonight, you’re just regular maids, not fuck maids.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Thamina murmured.

“You will call me Miss Mary in front of my family, slut,” I moaned, my thighs squeezing on Mark’s cock, “or I’ll paddle your ass until it’s cherry red and you can’t sit down for a week!”

My cunt convulsed on Mark’s dick as I pictured Thamina bent over, a paddle in my hand.

“Mmm, your dusky ass jiggling at every blow, your naughty little cunt getting wetter and wetter! Mmm, yes, fuck me harder, Mark!”

“Yes, Mare,” growled Mark.

His hands squeezed on my ass. He slammed into me, pushing me hard against the tiles of the shower. I loved it. My clit throbbed every time our groins wetly smacked together. My toes curled. My body trembled.

“Yes, yes!” I screamed as my orgasm burst through me. “My randy stallion! Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!”

Mark kept pounding me as my orgasm rippled through me. Passion consumed me. My cunt kept rippling on my cock as a second orgasm followed the first. It wasn’t as strong, but I bucked and writhed against Mark as I savored the pleasure. My cunt milked his thrusting cock. I was hungry for his cum.

“Do you have another load for me?” I moaned.

“Always for my naughty filly,” Mark grinned.

“My randy stallion!”

Mark buried into me. I shuddered as his cock erupted again. Hot cum flooded my spasming pussy. Thick, creamy cum. I arched my back as the pleasure burst through me. A wonderful preview for the ecstasy I would experience tonight.

I would make love to both my sisters.

“Damn,” Mark panted when we came down from our orgasms.

I nodded, sucking in deep breaths. “Mmm, we should get ready for the fun tonight.”

Mark grinned at me. He had corrupted me. It was such a shame that most people were too repressed to fully experience their depraved desires. Instead, they bottled them up in the dark depths of their soul and pretended they didn’t exist.

With Mark’s powers, we could change that. Plans bubbled in my mind. We would change the world for the better.

* * *

Mark Glassner

“You look handsome,” Mary smiled when I finished dressing.

I wore a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt with dark-blue pinstripes. I was freshly shaved and wearing a spicy cologne Mary bought for me. She looked me up and down, nodding her head in approval.

She still sat naked at her makeup station, her hair already styled into a lustrous mass of dark-red curls. “And you look beautiful.”

Mary grinned at me, flashing her dimples. “I know. I always do.”

I adjusted my hard cock in my pants and left Mary to finish getting ready.

Downstairs, voice drifted up from the living room. Fiona walked by wearing a conservative maid outfit. Well, at least conservative compared to the one she usually wore. Tonight, she wore a classic, French maid’s outfit, low-cut bodice surrounded by lace, a short skirt with layers of white, frilly petticoats beneath, and fishnet stalkings held up by a garter belt covered her beautiful legs. Her strawberry-blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and the small, white maids cap covered her head. In her hands she held a silver platter, five wine glasses on the tray.

“Master,” she greeted, the flushed, “I mean, Mr. Mark.”

“Don’t let Mary hear you slip up,” I warned. “She’s looking to paddle someone.”

“Thanks for the warning, sir,” Fiona smiled.

I followed her into the living room where she placed glasses on coasters that sat on the coffee table. Fiona smiled at Mary’s family. “Enjoy.”

The two women and three men didn’t answer her. They all shifted, glancing first at her, then back at the wine glasses.

“Hi,” I said to Mary’s family. They had all arrived while Mary and I fooled around upstairs.

“So you’re him?” a woman that only had a passing resemblance to Mary asked. Her arms were crossed, her eyes fixed on me.

“I am,” I answered. “Shannon?”

The woman nodded. She was taller than Mary, shared a lean face with Mary’s father. Her hair was a fiery-red, far brighter than Mary’s. If I hadn’t expected her, I wouldn’t have thought Shannon was Mary’s sister at all. She was dressed in tight blue jeans that showed off her firm ass and a lilac, peasant blouse embroidered with small, dark purple flowers down the V neckline.

“And you’re Sean?” I asked, turning to the older man.

He shifted, his hands clenching and relaxing. I knew the feeling. I had worked as a door-to-door vacuum cleaner salesmen. Even after years of doing the job, being in a strange house was always a little uncomfortable.

Mary’s father stood, he was a tall man, a little heavy around the middle. His hair was red, streaked with gray, and tied back in a ponytail. A bright, red beard peppered with gray covered his lean face. His eyes had the same deep shade of green that Mary’s possessed.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mark,” he said, extending his hand.

“Good to meet you, Sean,” I answered. He had a firm grip. I noticed a gold wedding band. “Oh, Mary didn’t tell me you remarried.”

Sean blinked, then looked down at his left hand. “Oh, no. I just…” He sighed. “I’m sure Mary told you about her mother.”

“Yeah.” I gave an uncomfortable shift.

Mary’s mother had ran off when she was six with a musician. Her mom wanted to have fun, so she abandoned her family to whore around with some indie rock band. She had written a detailed letter to her husband describing all the fun she was having with her boyfriend and others. She divorced her husband and signed away her custody rights to her children.

Mary was still hurt by her mother’s abandonment.

“Sorry,” I said, not sure what else to say to a man who seemed to never have gotten over his whore of a wife running out on him.

“It’s fine,” Sean shrugged. “You’ve met my oldest, Shannon.”

Shannon gave me a fixed stare, carefully examining me. I licked my lips. I resisted the urge to order them to relax. I knew Mary would want me to refrain from dominating her family more than was necessary.

I jumped when Shannon suddenly leaped to her feet, a warm smile on her neck. She gave me a fierce hug, her large breasts pressing against me through her loose blouse. They felt bigger than Mary’s tits. I seemed to have cracked her protectiveness of Mary.

“I’m so happy to meet you, Mark.”

I grinned, my cock throbbing. “I’m happy to meet you, too.”

Shannon broke the embrace and looked me up and down. “You’re better dressed than Mike,” she said. “Definitely better.”

Mike was the asshole Mary was dating when I met her. He was her high school sweetheart and had taken advantage of her. Mary feared turning into her mother, of becoming a whore and running off with another man, so she stayed with Mike even after he had cheated on her. Well, Mike would spend every day having the girl he cheated on Mary with cuckold him.

Asshole deserved it.

“You better not break her heart, Mark,” Shannon warned with a mother’s fierceness.

“I won’t,” I told her. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, flecked with green spots, and intensely bored into me. “I love her.”

And then she was all smiles again. “Of course you do.”

The youngest, Missy, excitedly stood behind her sister. Missy looked like a younger version of Mary, the same heart-shaped, freckled face, but with blue eyes. Her hair was lighter, a strawberry-blonde, gathered in two pigtails. She was gangly, still filling out as she entered adulthood. She squealed happily and through her arms around my neck.

“Oh my gosh!” Missy exclaimed. “I can’t wait for the wedding! I’ve always wanted a big brother!” Her wet lips pressed quickly on my cheek, then she squealed again and jumped back.

“I…well…It’s nice to meet you, Missy,” I stammered, thrown off by her enthusiasm.

Her body had felt so nice pressed up against me. I loved the small breasts and lithe frame of a young woman. My cock was even harder in my pants. I knew I would fuck both of these women tonight. I wanted to do it right now, but Mary wanted a nice, normal dinner with her family first.

Plus, Mary deserved the first taste of her sisters. It was only fair.

“Well, I’m George, Shannon’s boyfriend,” a man, about my age, said, hand extended.

He had short, black hair, the kind of haircut you see on a business man. He was dressed nicely in gray slacks and buttoned-down white shirt beneath a gray vest. A matching fedora was perched on his head and I almost laughed. He was trying to look smooth and not quite pulling it off.

I shook his hand. He had a limp grip.

“You have a great house. Mary never said what you do?” George gave a laugh. “I mean, besides not being a terrorist.”

“Definitely not a terrorist,” I lied with a smile. “I made my money in poker games. I’m a gambler.”

“Not a bank thief?” Sean asked. “Or whatever the FBI claims about you?”

“Of course I’m not a terrorist,” I said, my voice firm. Any lingering doubts vanished from their minds. I loved my powers. “It was a misunderstanding. You can ask Mary. She was with me when some of those ‘robberies’ happened. Of course, it didn’t stop the FBI from breaking down my door and scaring us.”

“Right,” Sean nodded. “My Mary wouldn’t be involved with a bank robber.”

God, it was getting hard to hold a straight face. Mary didn’t even object when I told her about robbing a bank. In fact, she got wet and excited, and we fucked hard. She had a part of her that loved bad boys.

“Besides, I showed you the interview with that asshole FBI agent, Dad,” Shannon smiled.

“It so exciting,” Missy giggled. “All my friends thought my sister was involved with a terrorist. Some of them have a big crush on you, Mark.”

From the way she smiled, it was more than her friends that had a crush.

The last guest, sipping at his wine, was Missy’s age, eighteen. He slouched, clearly uncomfortable. He wore a red hoodie and blue jeans, his left ear was pierced and his hair was long and shaved at the sides. He looked like he wanted to pop up the hood of his sweater and just vanish

I glanced at him, raising my eyebrows as he seemed ti wiggle, almost like he was trying to vanish into the sofa.

“This is Damien,” Missy exclaimed. “We’ve been dating forever! Ever since the spring sock hop in April! He’s the best!”

Missy plopped down beside her boyfriend and gave him the glassy-eyed stare of young puppy love. Damien smiled at her, and then he noticed Desiree striding past the living room as she bustled in the kitchen, her large breasts jiggling in her low cut top.

I grinned in agreement. That was a delicious sight.

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Agent Noel Heinrich – Fife, WA

Chief Simmons had his men assembled in a briefing room when Chasity and I arrived at the Fife Police Department. Thirty cops in riot gear and black jumpsuits sitting at the rows of cheap desks. Their faces were all puzzled as Chasity and I strode in, the room buzzing with conversations.

“Chief Simmons,” Chasity nodded, reaching out to shake the man’s hand. He was tall, his back ramrod straight in his naval-blue uniform. He was one of those chiefs that dressed like his patrol officers to build solidarity.

“Officer Vinter.” He turned to me and almost crushed my hand. I didn’t wince; I had experienced enough men trying to alpha male that way. “Agent Heinrich. Whenever you’re ready.”

The room quieted.

“The FBI has been tracking a dangerous cult in Fife for a few months,” I said as Chasity set up the projector. She had a flash drive with surveillance and satellite pictures I download at work. “They worship a Sumerian god or demon known as Marduk.”

Someone chortled.

“I know it sounds ridiculous,” I smiled. “But their leader, Xavier Donovan, has been collection weapons, thus attracting the FBI and ATF’s attention. Last night, we learned word that they accepted a murder for hirer contract by an unknown subject. We feel that this plot could trigger at any moment, so we need to have these men arrested ASAP.”

“And why aren’t the FBI conducting this raid?” an officer asked.

“Because murder-for-hirer isn’t covered by the US Code or Statutes. It is a local matter, and your police department has jurisdiction. Chief Simmons has offered to lead this raid.”

The Chief nodded. “This is very important. When Officer Vinter and Agent Heinrich briefed me, I agreed that this needed to be handled as soon as possible. We will go in tonight and arrest these men.”

“What’s our probable cause?” another cop asked. “Unless we have a warrant?”

I grit my teeth. Master needed to get a judge under his power. “We have an immediate threat to a person’s life. I think that should satisfy probable cause.”

Enough cops frowned. They knew case law enough to know we were skirting on the edge of an illegal arrest. I really didn’t care. Once they were arrested, Master could speak to the cult, dominate them with his powers, and we would get to the bottom of the threat.

“I’m satisfied,” Simmons said, his voice strong. “We’re doing this. Got that.”

No one argued.

“Okay, we’re ready,” Chasity said, turning on the projector. A satellite image of the warehouse that the cult used for their church appeared.

“Let’s go over the situation,” I said and began my briefing of the raid.

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Lucifer – The Abyss

“There has to be a way to stop Brandon,” Marduk growled, his words slightly distorted by his ridiculous need have a bull’s head. In the Abyss, reality was malleable.

I had revealed my plan to Marduk. He was eager to fix his mistake, greedy for the reward he would gain if my plan succeed.

“None. Look at your cultist. All captured and turned into Thralls for Mark. They’ll spill their guts and Brandon will never be allowed to be free of Mark’s power. All the effort I put into manipulating Mark to take Desiree as his Thrall would be wasted. There is no better pawn for the most crucial part of the plan. If I don’t have Brandon, then Lilith will rise to domination and the conditions may never be right again.”

Marduk snorted in frustration. Decades of careful plotting all ruined. Could activating my spy work? No. She was nowhere near in position to delay Brandon. And what a waste that would be. I needed her to stay hidden until the very end.

“What’s this?” Marduk asked, touching a silver thread. “This mortal sent Brandon a message. Have you seen its contents?”

I shook my head. “That’s just Doug. He’s trivial.”

“Yes, but this message he sent, it will warn Brandon. But he failed to check his device. His damned magic communication box.”

“Cell phone?” I supplied.

“Yes.” Marduk snorted again. “Damned humans and their technology.”

Marduk hadn’t even considered that the mortal authorities would be listening to his cults activities. The idiot didn’t pay attention at all to the technology of the mortals. That’s what made this moment in time so important. For the first time ever, instantaneous, global communication was possible in almost every corner of the world.

“We need Brandon to check his cell phone,” Marduk growled. “I could have my cultist call him.”

“They do not know this phone number,” I dismissed. Brandon was very careful. “But they do know his identity. Your cultist have to die.”

Marduk nodded. “I will deliver the news. They are devout. They will not hesitate.”

Marduk did know how to inspire such fervent zeal in his followers. He rarely had to bribe them with power to get them to sell their souls. I found my way more reliable. Mercenary greed was easier to create than religious zealotry.

I touched Brandon’s string. He was exhausted, sleep deprived. His mind wasn’t functioning properly. I just might be able to touch his soul. Communicating with awake mortals was nearly impossible if they weren’t sworn to you. Dreams were easier. Through dreams, I had manipulated Mark to find the book he had used to summon and make his Pact.

I bent all my will on Brandon, expending a fraction of my power. A mere drop that would be replaced by the torture I inflicted on all those foolish enough to make a Pact with me. My will vibrated the string.

“Check…your…phone…”

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