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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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Even those in power realized the majesty of the Living Gods and were eager to show their obeisance.

—The Gospel of April 25:21

Mark Glassner – Gig Harbor, WA

“Mare, we need to go,” I told her as I hung up the phone, my heart throbbing.

“What’s wrong?” Mary asked, sitting up, cum staining her lips.

“Noel’s in trouble.”

Her eyes widened. “Let’s go.”

We threw on our clothes, and rushed out of the plane. My heart thudded in my chest. They wouldn’t hurt her, right? No. They would treat her like any other suspect and just question her. If I hadn’t been so busy, I should have just taken care of the FBI, but it was a hassle to go down there and put them under my control.

Maybe I should stop being lazy.

Mary and I had enemies. It was best to make as many allies as possible. We already had other law enforcement agencies under our control.

We trooped down the walkway where Julius waited. The back of his golf cart had several duffel bags stuffed with cash in them. The man had papers in his hand. 15 and 16 waited nearby. They had moved my Mustang and their patrol car to the hanger while we were fucking.

“My wife was satisfying, yes?” Julius asked.

“Very satisfying,” I told him. “We offered her a job, part time, as a stewardess. She’s very excited about it. You should be happy for her.”

“It is good that she stays busy,” Julius nodded. “My work often keeps me away. Luckily, she has Lize to keep her company.”

It was hard keeping a straight face. I knew just how Lize was keeping his wife company.

“Well, here are the papers to sign.” Julius handed them to me. I wanted to rush to the FBI, but this would make everything legal. Noel would be find for a few minutes.

I signed several times, not bothering to read the terms of the contract. I knew Julius wouldn’t try to screw me over. I hadn’t told him to.

“What are you going to do with the money?” Mary asked as I signed.

“Down payment on my new Gulfstream V,” Julius said with a smile.

“Well, we have this delightful charity,” Mary said. “And it would mean a lot to us if you could give a generous donation. It’s tax deductible, of course, once we get our IRS approval.”

“Oh, really?” Julius asked. “I always have considered myself a generous man.”

“It’s to help poor young women get access to free reproductive medicine,” Mary explained. “We’ve partnered with a delightful young doctor and a sizable donation could go a long way. Say, half of what we paid you.”

I tried not to laugh as my fiancee got half our money back by having Julius funnel it into our charity. Smiling, I signed the last line.

“I would be honored, miss,” Julius smiled. Julius kissed Mary on the cheek and then shook my hand.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Julius,” I said. Well, a pleasure fucking your wife, anyways.

“Yes,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.

* * *

Lilith – The Abyss

“I think we should abort the child,” the slut Willow told Dr. Yorrik. He was Chief of Medicine at Good Samaritan hospital where Karen had been brought.

I watched the pair from the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, my stomach twisting with worry. I had not anticipated this event. If they terminated my vessel growing in Karen’s womb, I would be trapped forever in the Abyss. I couldn’t let that happened.

“The mother’s life is in danger,” Willow continued.

“This is such an unusual case, Dr. WolfTail.” Dr. Yorrik muttered. “How can the embryo be growing this fast? Has it really had a days growth in just a few hours?”

Willow nodded but didn’t question it. The slut had spent enough time around Mark and Mary not to be surprised by supernatural occurrences. “Yes, Dr. Yorrik, I measured three times, you know how accurate a transvaginal ultrasound is at dating conception.”

“Well we need the patient’s consent or her next of kin,” Dr. Yorrik pointed out.

I had to stop this. They would not kill my vessel. Karen wouldn’t die, no matter how much strain the vessel put on her body. I needed the child growing rapidly inside Karen to escape the Abyss. I was too close to let anything stop me.

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Dr. Willow WolfTail – Puyallup, WA

“I know who to call,” I said. Her Master’s consent would be good enough. And either way, Master and Mistress would need to know Karen’s situation.

As I reached into my pocket to pull out my phone and call Master, lust burned through my body. I groaned as Dr. Yorrik gasped and his face turned pale. He stepped back, his eyes wide as he pointed over my shoulder.

My nipples hardened and my pussy soaked my panties. I knew this presence. I groaned as I turned to face Lilith dressed in her tight, transparent red dress, her lush body easily visible. Her silvery hair fell in a mussed mess about her shoulders.

How was she here? Mistress had made her final boon and severed ties with the demon.

Another wave of lust washed through me. My pussy burned. I needed to be fucked. I glanced at Dr. Yorrik. He looked pretty good for a man in his mid-fifties. Distinguished. And older man were supposed to be patient, skillful lovers. I bet he could bend me right over Karen and thrust his cock into my pussy and…I had to concentrate. The lust was Lilith’s doing.

I needed to keep it together.

“How are you here, Lilith?” I gasped, my voice strained with lust. My cunt clenched and another flood of my juices soaked my panties. I squirmed my thighs together, trying to relieve that itch on my nub. “You should be in Hell.”

Lilith flickered, vanishing and reappearing a few inches to the left. A frown creased Lilith’s beautiful face.

“Willow, pass this message to your…Master,” Lilith sneered, “and that slattern, Mary. Karen’s life is tied to the child growing within her. Abort the child, and Karen dies.”

She flickered a second time, reappearing a foot to the right, half inside a cabinet. A look of concentration appeared on Lilith’s face and then she vanished out of existence. The overwhelming lust left my body. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my beating heart. I glanced at Dr. Yorrik who adjusted his pants, a pink flush suffusing his cheeks and neck.

I couldn’t believe I even thought about fucking the wrinkled, old man. It was wonderful to think straight again.

“Wh-what was that?” he asked.

“An impossibility,” I muttered, my hand clenching down on my phone.

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Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

I pulled my Mustang up in front of the Federal Courthouse in downtown Tacoma. We had made good time from Gig Harbor with 15 and 16 escorting us with their sirens. I left my car parked on the curb, ignoring the no parking signs, and climbed out.

The FBI field office, really a satellite office, was located in the basement of the Federal Courthouse, a gorgeous brick structure with a copper dome on Pacific Avenue. It used to be Union Station, the main station of Tacoma back in the heyday of train travel. But it fell into decline when Amtrak built a new station on Puyallup Avenue. Now the Federal Government leased the train station and turned it into the Courthouse.

I strode to the door, Mary at my side, our bodyguards racing ahead. 15 reached the door and yanked it open while 16 strolled through, her gun on her hip. The security guard manning the metal detector cursed and reached for his gun.

“Stop!” I snarled. “We’re allowed to be here.”

The man froze and almost fell over, none of his muscles moving.

“After we’re gone, you can move again.”

The metal detectors beeped when our bodyguards went through them. People gasped when they saw us, backing away, realizing Mark Glassner had arrived. With my photo on every newscast these days, people recognized me.

“Don’t panic,” I snapped. “I’m allowed to be here. Go about your normal day.”

“And remember, you believe Mark Glassner is a great man. The man who will change the world,” Mary added.

The elevators opened and we stepped inside. “What was that?”

“Seeds for the future,” Mary smiled. “When you start running for public office, people will be clamoring for you.”

I laughed. “Smart.”

The elevator took us down to the basement. A junior FBI agent manned the desk. He gaped when he saw us. I stared at him and barked, “Take me to where Noel is being held.”

“Yes, sir,” he answered, hopping to his feet. He led us back through the cramped, musty basement to a hallway and a series of doors labeled, “Interrogation.”

I threw open the door and found Noel sitting before a metal table while a woman in a burnt-orange pantsuit was badgering her with questions. The woman turned, her prune-face pinched in a frown as she eyed us. Then her eyes widened.

“How the fuck did you get in here, Mr. Glassner?” she asked, rising to her feet, her hand straying to her gun.

“Don’t touch your gun,” I ordered. “Who are you and why have you detained Agent Heinrich?”

“I am Special Agent Hatheway, OPR” she answered, “and Agent Heinrich is being investigated for corruption and obstruction of justice.”

Two more men walked into the room: a tall, skinny guy in his early forties and a short, round man, badly balding with only a ring of gray hair left. He looked like a short, fat Captain Picard. “What is the meaning of this?” the short, round man barked. “Why is he in here?”

“Calm down,” I ordered. “Who are you two?”

“I am SAC Kemp and this is my ASAC, Agent Donavan,” the short man answered.

I frowned at the acronym and looked at Noel. “SAC is Special-Agent-in-Charge,” Noel answered. “He runs the Tacoma branch and Donavan is his second.”

“Good, that makes this easy,” I said. “Noel is a model agent and hasn’t done anything wrong. Nor have I, so stop investigating me. Nothing Mary or I do is illegal.”

The SAC blinked, his mind processing the commands, his anger fading away. “What are we supposed to do with all this evidence? Or the banks you…you…” he struggled to find the right word he could speak, “…borrowed money from today?” SAC Kemp demanded. “It looks bad for you, Mark. I know you’re not breaking the law, but the boys back in D.C. just don’t understand They think you’re a criminal, Mark, and have my balls in a vice? What am I supposed to tell them?”

It was funny watching his mind try to grapple with my orders. He searched for why his superiors wanted me arrested when he believed I was innocent. I suppressed my life.

Mary answered, “Simple. Tell them I’m part of organized crime and that Noel is deep undercover, You just need time to build your case. After all, there’s all the corruption of the local law enforcement that makes it important you go slow.”

Kemp nodded.

“It is so simple,” Donovan agreed. “OC cases can take years to build. Thank you for the idea, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome.”

“How do we explain Noel’s…um…sexual favors?” the SAC asked delicately. “There’s no denying the photos of her at your house were leaked to the media last night.”

I sat down on the chair and unzipped my pants. “She’s just very dedicated to maintaining her cover. She’s willing to do anything.” I pulled out my cock. “Come show them just how dedicated you are, Agent Heinrich.”

Mary giggled.

“Yes, Master,” Noel purred.

I had power. The FBI Agents, men who had thought they held power, could only watch as Noel stood up. She lifted her gray miniskirt and pulled off a pair of frilly, black panties, exposing her shaved pussy and landing strip of blonde hair.

“Jesus,” Kemp groaned, his voice strangled.

“That’s quality snatch,” I agreed.

“See, sir,” Noel purred as she straddled me, “I’m a very dedicated FBI Agent.”

I groaned as her cunt sank down on my dick. She was wet and tight, my dick throbbing in her pussy’s embrace. She moaned like the slut she was as she impaled herself on my cock. Her head fell back, her eyes blue eyes fluttering. A strand of sandy-blonde hair escaped her tight bun.

“I’m willing to do any nasty, degrading things I have to!” Noel moaned as she slid up and down my cock. “I’ll do anything to maintain my cover! Anything!”

“See, she’s going to do what it takes stay undercover and take down the bad, evil Mike Glassner,” I moaned as Noel’s hips undulated and stirred my cock through her pussy. “Fuck, she’s quite good at this! She deserves a medal or three for the sacrifices she’s making for the Bureau.”

“Yeah, sacrifices,” a flushed SAC Kemp muttered as he watched Noel fuck me.

Mary eyed the three FBI agents and sighed. “16, get in here.”

16, whom we left in the hallway, walked in. She had a predatory face and hungry lips, framed by curly brown hair. The bodyguard slut knelt on the floor and, without being ordered, pushed up Mary’s blue skirt. The bodyguard devoured my fiancee’s cunt.

“Mmm, that’s a good slut,” Mary moaned, her eyelids fluttering. She glanced at the bulge forming in Kemp’s pants. “It’s okay. You can fuck her. 16’ll love it. Won’t you, slut?”

“I’d love a dick up my cunt!” purred 16, flashing Kemp a hungry smile before Mary shoved 16’s face back into her cunt.

Kemp dropped his brown slacks and fell to his knees, pushing up 16’s short, slutty cop skirt, exposing her white ass and bushy brown cunt. He plunged in with a single stroke and fucked 16 hard. 16 moaned into Mary’s cunt and a wicked smile played on Mary’s lips as she glanced at Donavan. The tall man rubbed at his crotch as he watched the orgy.

“We don’t want to leave out the ASAC,” Mary cooed. “Fuck Agent Prune-Face. She looks like she hasn’t had a dick up her cunt in years.”

I laughed. “She could use a good fucking.”

“Yes,” Noel moaned as she rode me faster. “Such a bitch, Master.”

“Not like you,” I grinned.

Noel shuddered and her pussy clenched down on my cock. Over Noel’s shoulder I watched ASAC Donavan bend Agent Prune-Face over the table. He pulled down her burnt-orange pants and white panties then fished his cock out of his blue pants. He fucked the woman hard.

I didn’t blame him for fucking her face down, I wouldn’t want to look at the woman’s face while fucking her either.

“Oh, Michael,” Agent Prune-Face moaned. “God, I love it when you fuck me from behind.” I blinked at that. The ASAC had a wedding ring on, and Prune-Face clearly wasn’t his wife. Man, how ugly must his wife be if Prune-Face was a good alternative?

I decided to concentrate on the far more attractive FBI Agent riding my cock. “Ride me, slut. Make me cum with that sweet snatch.”

“Yes, Master,” groaned Noel, her face contorting with bliss. Her moans joined the others in the room.

I squeezed her asscheeks as she rode me, loving the way her muscles contracted as she worked her cunt up and down my cock. My dick throbbed in my slut’s tight depths. The FBI thought they could take her away from me.

She was mine. Like all the others.

I captured Noel’s sweet lips in a kiss. Her gray-blue eyes misted with happiness as she kissed me. Her pussy clenched tight on my pussy. Her arms wrapped about my neck, holding me tight as she fucked and kissed me.

Her sheath grew even hotter and wetter. Her tongue played with mine while her arms tightened about my neck as her passions swelled. She slammed up and down my cock, massaging my dick and bringing me closer and closer to cumming in her sweet snatch.

Noel broke the kiss. Her lips moved to my ear. She licked it before moaning, “Thank you for rescuing me, Master.”

“Always,” I moaned. “You’re one of my sluts. And no one messes with my women.”

“I love you, Master.”

I smiled. I loved all my sluts. It wasn’t the heart-achingly pure love I felt for Mary, but it was love just the same. I licked at her lobe and groaned, “I love you too, slut!”

I glanced at Mary and she smiled down at me. Then she reached out and touched Noel’s head, stroking her sandy-blonde hair. “And what about me?” Mary pouted.

“I guess I love you, too, Mare,” I said with a fond smile.

“I love you just as much as I love Master,” Noel answered, rubbing her cheek against Mary’s hand.

“I love you, too, slut,” Mary told her as she ground on 16’s face. Then she gave a mock sigh. “And I guess I love you as well, Mark.”

Noel beamed as she rode my cock harder and faster, her cunt a hot, tight glove on my cock as she slammed her hips up and down on my lap. I gripped her ass and fucked my cock up into her. My balls tightened.

I wanted to spill my love inside my slut.

Noel tossed her head as she undulated on me. She twisted and twerked her hips, stirring my cock through her hot, tight depths. Her face twisted as she came closer and closer to cumming. She slammed down harder on my cock.

“Are you going to cum on your Master’s dick?” I demanded.

“If that would make you happy, Master,” she moaned.

“So happy.”

“I’m cumming, Master,” she gasped and threw back her head. Her pussy convulsed about my dick, massaging me, making my balls ache to unleash a flood of cum. “Oh, thank you, thank you for letting me cum on your hard cock!”

I groaned. My hands squeezed on her asscheeks. I groaned as I squirmed in the chair. Beside me, Mary shuddered on 16, my naughty filly coming closer and closer to her own orgasm while Kemp pounded 16’s cunt from behind.

My balls tensed. I grabbed Noel’s ass and slammed her down my cock. I groaned through grit teeth as my body heaved beneath her. My cum boiled out of my cock and flooded Noel’s pussy. I shuddered as her spasming pussy milked out every last drop of cum from my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

“Thank you for cumming in me, Master,” purred Noel.

I kissed my slut. It was a gentle, loving kiss. I savored the bliss of my orgasm dying through my body. That wonderful, languorous bliss settled on me. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to keep kissing my slut.

“Oh, yes, drink my cum,” groaned Mary beside me.

Then my phone rang, spoiling the mood.

“What,” I barked after fishing my phone out of my pocket.

“Master, it’s Willow. Karen’s pregnant.”

I didn’t know what to say. Next to me, Mary moaned and shuddered as she came on 16’s mouth. 16 gasped into Mary’s cunt as Kemp pounded her from behind, the old guy panting and his face beet red from the effort. Agent Prune-Face moaned like a bitch in heat for the ASAC, and if the table wasn’t bolted to the floor, I’m sure the table would have slid all the way to the wall by now.

“Is that why she’s sick?” I asked, finally processing what Willow said. Mary looked at me as she came down from her orgasm.

“There’s more, Master,” Willow continued. “Lilith appeared. It’s her child. And the embryo is growing very fast. Karen’s eight-and-half weeks pregnant and it’s only been eight days since Lilith fucked her. At the rate the embryo is growing, she’ll give birth in a month.”

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Sister Theodora Mariam – SeaTac, WA

All day I sat in Curtis’s hotel room, trying to ignore Ramiel’s words. But they just wouldn’t leave my mind. A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. There was nothing good on TV. I went out for a jog up the busy International Boulevard. I tried watching the planes land and take off at the airport. Nothing worked. The angel Ramiel’s words just echoed in my mind.

A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four.

I returned to the hotel room, hungry, and ordered room service for lunch. I would let the cheating asshole pay for it. He claimed he only cheated on his wife a few times a year when he was out of town, but I bet the asshole cheated on the poor woman all the time. Only someone comfortable in cheating could talk to his wife on the phone while fucking another woman.

Even if I found it so hot at the time.

I flipped through the channels. Over 200 and nothing worth watching. I was trying to distract myself. My stomach roiled with fear. I had two Warlocks to defeat. And Lilith of the Black Moon and of the Empty Womb had been summoned. How was I supposed to face all that on my own? My best hope had been the Bond of Avvah and that had failed.

A far messier plan. Soldiers are needed now. Four and four and four. Those words just wouldn’t leave me alone. They gnawed away at my stomach. I just had to have faith that the Creator’s Providence would guide me. Scripture always said the Creator would never give you a burden you were not strong enough to carry. I just needed to have faith.

A knock rapped the hotel door, interrupting my worry.

I turned the TV off, frowning. I didn’t order any more room service and the maids had already been in here to clean. I got off the bed and walked to the hotel room, and opened the door, curious at what I’d fine.

There were two women standing in the hallway. The first was a tall, Black woman. And I mean Black. I’ve never seen someone with such dark skin before. The other women was a short, busty Latina with a tired smile on her face. In fact, both women looked tired, their clothes rumpled, and each clutched a suitcase.

And both had golden auras surrounding them.

“Sister,” the Black woman said with a thick, African accent. Then she hugged me warmly. The Latina woman slipped her arms around the both of us, and all three of us hugged each other fiercely.

Tears were streaming down my face and joy beat in my heart. “Please, come in Sisters,” I told my fellow nuns as we released the hug. And then my heart sank. When was the last time three nuns were required to take down a Warlock?

Either way, Mark Glassner and his slut Mary would face divine retribution. The three of us would take him down.

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