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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 demonstrated how we should love all. They laid down their mortal parents, our God mounting his divine mother, and our Goddess lying beneath her holy father. In violation of conventions, they proved how wonderful all love is.

—The Gospel of April 26:1-2

Thursday, June 19th, 2013 – Mary Sullivan – Puyallup, WA

I did not like seeing Karen lying on the hospital bed unconscious and festooned with tubes, wires, and IVs. I sat beside her bed, holding the former nun turned slut’s hand. Her pregnancy was draining her energy. She had been feeling it all week, but it finally caught up with her yesterday.

“Is there anything that can be done?” Mark asked Willow, our doctor slut, for the tenth time.

“None, Master,” Willow said, staying patient like a good slut. “She’s stable, but the growing fetus is putting a great demand and stress on her body.”

“That fucking bitch,” Mark growled. “I thought we were done with Lilith.”

I nodded my head, my fingers rubbing her hand. Mark had vented the same last night. After we rescued Noel from her little problem at the FBI, we had come to visit our sick slut. When we let Lilith fuck Karen in exchange for being taught magic, I had no idea the demon would impregnate her.

“What does she want?” Mark demanded.

“I don’t know, Master.” Willow patted Mark’s hand. “But Thamina and I will take good care of her.”

“I know,” Mark sighed. He slumped down in the chair beside me and stared at Karen. “Is she in pain?”

Willow shook her head. “Sometimes she comes conscious and she asks after you.”

“We’re here,” I told Karen. For as long as we could. Mark and I had a busy day ahead of us. Karen would be taken care of. Lilith needed this child so I was sure Karen would survive the pregnancy.

Anger boiled through me. The demon had tricked us. She was good at exploiting weakness. That night, I had been so grateful Lilith saved us from Karen. That was when Karen had been Sister Louise. I didn’t think there would be consequences. Watching Lilith fuck Karen with her huge girl-cock had been hot.

My pussy itched. A shudder went through me. I could have had a girl-cock, but I said no to that possibility to save Mark.

I refused to let myself second guess that decision. Even if the few hours I had a cock had been so amazing.

“Is there anything that can be done?” asked Mark.

“No, Master. Medically, what is happening is impossible. No human fetus can grow this swiftly. Maybe the Magicks of the Witch of Endor will have the answer.”

“We’re leaving tomorrow to recover it,” Mark said. “We’ll be gone the weekend.” He glanced at me. “We need to relax. It’s been stressful this last week.”

“She’ll be fine, right?” I asked.

Willow nodded. “Nothing will happen to her. I doubt the book will contain any good answers. Lilith warned if we tried anything, she would die.”

“That bitch,” growled Mark.

“Master?” a weak voice asked.

“I’m here,” Mark said, putting his hand over mine gripping Karen. “Mary and I are both here.”

She smiled beneath her breathing mask. Her gray-blue eyes stared at us. “Good.”

“You’ll be fine, Karen. We’ll fix you. We promise.”

“I know, Master.” Her hand tightened in mine. “I know you love me.”

“We do,” I told her. I brought her hand to my lips and kissed her knuckles. “We’re sorry we let Lilith do this to you.”

“She…tricked you.” Like a good slut, Karen would never blame us. She couldn’t. “That’s what…demons do. You can…never trust them. They never…do anything…altruistically.”

“Even our Pact?” Only our sluts knew the truth about our powers. We hadn’t even told our families.

Karen nodded. “Lucifer…made deals with you…for a good reason. He gave you…Lilith’s summoning gem for a reason.”

“What?” I asked.

Karen closed her eyes and her hand relaxed in mine.

Mark sighed and leaned back. “Rest, Karen. We’ll fix you. I promise.”

I patted Mark’s hand. He was a good, if really perverted, man. My thoughts pondered Karen’s words. What did the Devil hope to accomplish by making a deal with us and putting Lilith into our lives? Well, we would have been defeated by the nun’s without Lilith’s help.

So why did the Devil want us to stay warlocks? What could he gain from us?

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Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

The Devil wanted something from me. That thought lingered as Mary and I returned from our hospital visit. We had went to visit Karen after our morning jog with the Naked Jogging Club. As I turned onto our street, I couldn’t shake it. The Devil needed something that only Mary and I could do. Something that only a Warlock could give him. And the real question was, will it benefit Mary and me or bite us in the ass in the end like Lilith’s simple deal has become.

I bet it would bite us in the ass.

Several moving trucks were parked on the street. I shook my head, rising out of my thoughts. Today, our families were moving into the unoccupied houses. We owned every one on the street, paying the owners two million dollars cash. Those houses that included hot women—like Anastasia and Madeline—and sexy, legal-aged daughters—like Issy—were allowed to stay. The rest had moved out last weekend. With our families living on the block, we could protect them.

We would need more bodyguards.

I pulled my Mustang into the driveway. The sluts were outside, half-dressed or completely naked, ogling the moving men. They were a horny bunch of women. I sometimes let them indulge and have orgies.

“Get dressed,” I told them. “No distracting the moving men. In fact, I want you to split up and help.”

“Yes, Master,” the all said, then raced inside.

I smacked Alison’s naked ass on the way by. “I bet you instigated this.”

“I did, Master,” she giggled as she raced inside.

“Let’s go say hi to your mother,” Mary said, hooking her arm with mine.

Mary and I strolled across the cul-de-sac. It was a warm day. Tomorrow would be the summer solstice, so it was technically the last day of spring. It felt like summer, and it wasn’t even that late in the day yet.

“Hi, Mark,” my mom waved from her new house as we approached.

“Hi, Mom,” I said, giving my sexy mother a hug. “Hey, Betty.”

Betty was my mom’s lover. Finding out my straight-laced, Christian mother had a lesbian affair behind my dad’s back had been a shock. It all spilled out when my mom had been forced to kill my father in self-defense last Saturday.

Betty came up to me. She was half-Black, with gorgeous, coffee-cream skin and blue eyes. I gave her a tight hug and squeezed her ass. “Mark,” she squealed, and pushed me away. “I’m your mother’s girlfriend.”

“We’re a loving family,” I grinned at her. “I’m sure you remember.”

Betty smiled right before Mary gave her a hot kiss on the mouth as they hugged. Betty made no objections to kissing my fiance. My mom smiled as she watched, her hips shifting. I moved up to her.

“So, how’s Joy working out?” I asked.

“Oh, she’s doing just fine,” my mom said. “Though it was so strange having a sex slave. She kept wanting to do all the chores.”

Joy, my mom’s Vietnamese sex slave, walked by caring a box. Joy had been a gift from Mary.

“That’s good,” I said. “So, do you like the house?”

“It’s big,” she said in awe. “I guess…” She lowered her voice. “…having magic pays off.”

I winked at her.

My mom then grabbed a box out of the back of her car and thrust it in my hands. “Now, hurry up and take this in. There are a lot more boxes.”

I blinked. “What, Mom?”

“You are going to help, right?” She gave me a sweet smile. “You wouldn’t just stand around like a useless lump while your poor mother has to carry in her boxes.”

“The movers and the sluts can handle that, Mom.”

She gave me a fixed look. “Mark, sweetie, I need your help. You’ve always been a good boy.” She patted my cheek. “Now, it’s already in your arms. Surely you can carry it into the house.”

“Yeah, Mark,” giggled my fiancee. She had her arm around Betty’s waist. “Help your mom out.”

“I don’t see you carrying a box,” I said.

Mary grinned at me as my mom gave me a little shove. I walked to the house, shaking my head. If it wasn’t my mother, I would have just given her a command and been done with it. But Mary and I made sure we could not order our family members about. It was the last command we had given them.

When I came back out, my mom had another box waiting for me. Her, Betty, and Mary watched me carry the box with big smiles on their faces. I grumbled as I headed inside. It was too hot to be lugging boxes. I really should just delegate this.

“Lift with your knees, honey, not your back,” Mary called when I came out for the next box. None of the sluts were helping with this truck. I had a suspicious that I knew why.

By noon, our families were moved in and we were all gathered back at the house to eat the delicious egg salad sandwiches Desiree made for lunch. The sandwiches were so good, I decided to forgive Desiree for getting out of carrying boxes with the rest of us.

“Sandy, Mark and I need you to come with us, this afternoon,” Mary told my mom as she enjoyed her sandwich. “We need to bond a few pilots. We can’t have a nun affecting them.”

“Yep,” I nodded.

At three, Mary and I had an appointment with the head of HR at Alaska Airlines to screen for our pilots. Yesterday, we bought a Gulfstream IV from this billionaire, and Mary and I agreed having our pilots bound by the Zimmah spell was the safest course. Then we didn’t have to worry about a nun getting to our pilot and causing her to crash our plane with us in it.

“Oh, sure,” my mom answered. “I guess unpacking can wait.”

“Oh, we have plenty of time,” Betty said, patting my mom’s wrist fondly. “Joy will do the whole house if we let her.

“We should have a barbecue,” Sean, my future father-in-law, suggested. “A nice, family get together once everyone gets settle in.” He had Felicity, the sex slave Mary gave him, perched on his knee. Felicity was dressed in the sluttiest naughty schoolgirl outfit I had ever seen. Sean was a community college teacher and it looked like he was working through all those years of not molesting his students with Felicity.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” Missy chimed in. Missy was Mary’s little sister, just turned eighteen and graduated from High School, who looked almost the spitting image of Mary. The main difference, other than age, was Missy’s light, strawberry-blonde hair versus Mary’s darker, auburn hair.

“Yes, it does,” Shannon, Mary’s oldest sister, nodded. She had flaming-red hair and a generous pair of tits.

“Monday?” I asked Mary, thinking what we might have plans for that day.

“You did schedule those tryouts for more bodyguards Monday, right?” Mary asked me.

After I we returned home from the hospital last night, I spent two hours calling police agencies in King and Thurston County to arrange for a new pool of women to draw more bodyguards from. With our families to protect and a nun lurking about, I wanted more protection.

“Yeah, we can have the barbecue at Sparks Stadium and everyone can help us evaluate new bodyguards,” I said nodding.

“Sure, sounds fun,” George said. George was Shannon’s boyfriend.

Shannon laughed, tossing about her fiery red hair and tickled her boyfriend. “Someone just wants to fuck pretty girls.”

“Well, there is one matter that we need to attend to,” Mary said. “Mark and I have powerful enemies, and they would use our loved ones against us.”

Antsy, my little sister snorted. “Tell me about it,” she muttered. The nuns had attacked us through Antsy, trying to break up Mary and myself by making my sister and I addicted to each other sexually. For two days, almost all Antsy and I did was fuck each other.

Luckily, Mary had figured out how to stop it.

“Yes, that’s why we need to protect you with the Bond of Zimmah,” Mary concluded. “It’s a spell that will protect you from the nuns. It’s wicked, and requires Mark and I to fuck our parents.”

A grin spread on Sean’s lips. I guess he had recovered from the shock learning he had already fucked Mary once while blindfolded. That had been part of Mary’s plan to save me.

“Well, this seems wicked,” Missy grinned. She turned to her boyfriend Damien. “What do you think?”

Damien just nodded as he stared at my mom’s tits. Damien liked big tits. Despite that, he cared for the nearly flat-chested Missy.

None of the family put up any objections to being bound. We had ordered them to allow us to bind them before we gave them our final command. It was the best way to protect them. Without it, the nuns would use them and they could get hurt.

It was crowded in our bedroom. Having everyone cram in was a bit much. There was my mom, her girlfriend Betty, and their sex slave, Joy. And Antsy and her sex slave, Via. Mary’s family dwarfed mine. Her dad and his sex slave. Shannon, her boyfriend, and their sex slave, Starla. And little Missy, her boyfriend Damien, and their two sex slaves, Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Mrs. Corra was Damien’s teacher before I made her Damien’s sex slave.

She was a busty woman.

“Let’s strip,” Mary said to my mom. “And prepare to get fucked.”

My mom gave a wicked laugh. “You have corrupted me. I can’t believe how…easy it is to embrace this. A week ago, I would have called this sinful at best.”

“That never stopped us,” Betty winked. “Remember the time we slipped into the bathroom at church in the middle of the ladies ministry.”

My mom blushed.

My cock throbbed.

Mary and Mom stripped naked and lay side-by-side on the bed, both beautiful. Mary was the beauty of youth, perky breasts and a fresh face. Mom was a hot MILF at forty-three. She possessed the ripened beauty of maturity, her body still tight as an eighteen year old’s from her daily exercise. Her breasts were still lovely and her face was sexy and confident.

I disrobed. Everyone was watching. My sister smacked my ass. “Mom needs to be fucked hard.”

“Mmm, yes,” Mom moaned.

I crawled onto my mom. Her arms embraced me and pulled me down to her sexy body. Her hand gripped my cock and rubbed it against her wet cunt. “My boy’s all grown up and ready to fuck his mother hard.”

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Mary Sullivan

I trembled with excitement as my daddy stared down at my naked body. Beside me, Mark mounted his mother, sliding into her flesh. Sandy let out a moan as she and Mark shared a passionate kiss. As hot as it was, I was staring at my naked dad and his hard cock.

Fucking my dad while he had been blindfolded had been hot. But today, making love to him while our families watched, would be magical. He was such a wonderful man. After my bitch of a mother ran out on him to fuck rock stars, he had raised me and my sisters without complaint. But the hurt never faded. He still loved my mother.

He shouldn’t.

“I love you, Daddy,” I purred, feeling so young and coquettish. I even felt virginal.

“You are so beautiful, Mary,” he whispered as he crawled on me.

I savored my daddy’s weight atop my body. He was fit and sexy, with fiery-red hair peppered with gray. He kept it in a long ponytail, cultivating that too-cool-for-school teacher look he loved. My thighs spread for him as he settled down on me.

“So beautiful.”

“Oh, Daddy!” I smiled, joy beating in my heart. I pulled him down fully on me, my breasts pressing into his chest. Then I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Stick that hard cock inside your sweet daughter’s cunt! I need it.”

The bed rocked as Mark fucked his mother faster and faster. Another taboo joining of flesh was about take place. Daddy rubbed his cock on my pussy. I moaned, eager for our incestuous love-making. He leaned down, kissing me as he thrust his cock into my wet depths.

I kept kissing my dad as he pumped his hips, sliding his dick in and out of my wet cunt. I shuddered beneath him and moaned into our kiss. I loved having my daddy in me. It was so hot. So forbidden.

This was the cock that had knocked my mother up and made me. And now it was inside of me.

My hips pumped and undulated as that wicked thought filled me. Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. I kissed Daddy harder, loving his lips and his hard cock. His thrusts grew quicker, his balls slapping into my taint.

I excited him.

“You like my cunt, Daddy?” I asked after breaking our kiss. I couldn’t help sounding like a little girl asking if her father liked her new dress.

“Yes, Mary,” he groaned as he plowed into me. My pussy loved his cock. “You feel so tight.”

“And you feel amazing.” I shuddered beneath him. “How does it feel to fuck me knowing it’s your daughter?”

“Hot, forbidden, wrong, and wonderful.” He kissed me again.

My toes curled as I savored our incestuous coupling. My daddy was inside my cunt. His dick slammed over and over into me. Each thrust built the pressure inside my pussy. I was eager to explode on my dad’s cock and feel his cum flood my pussy.

My fingernails bit into his back as the excitement built inside of me. My clit mashed into his pubic bone when his thrusts grew harder. He slammed that thick cock into me. My daddy fucked me. I shuddered, savoring the wicked delight.

“Yes, yes, fuck your little girl, Daddy,” I moaned, unable to contain the taboo excitement. “Pound my cunt, Daddy.”

“You’re so sweet, Mary,” he groaned. “So tight. You always were such a loving daughter.”

“So loving,” I moaned. “Oh, Daddy, I love having you in me. I wish we had done this earlier. Oooh, imagine the fun we would have had.”

“So much fun we missed out on.”

“Quality, daddy-daughter bonding,” I gasped, on the verge of climaxing. “Keep pounding me, Daddy. I’m so close to cumming on your cock. Don’t stop. This is so hot, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck your little girl and make her cum.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

My pussy gripped his cock. I closed my eyes, savoring every inch of his dick sliding through my sheath. Our lips met again, sharing our incestuous passion. His balls slapped my flesh, full of his cum. I couldn’t wait for him to flood my cunt.

Beside me, Mark grunted. “Oh, God, Mom. You feel so good. I’m…ohhh fuck…I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to me, Mark!” Sandy moaned like a wanton hooker.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mark grunted as he spilled his cum into his mother.

I broke the kiss with my father and looked at Mark atop his mother. He gave me that boyish grin as he watched my daddy pound me. “Naughty filly. Milk your dad’s cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped as my orgasm burst inside of me. “Cum in my cunt, Daddy. Please, I need it.”

The pleasure rippled through me as I bucked beneath Daddy. My cunt milked his cock. I needed his cum inside of me. He stared down at me, his face twisting in passion as my pussy spasmed about his dick. The pleasure swept through me, drowning my mind.

“Take Daddy’s cum,” he growled as he slammed into my cunt. “I can’t say no to my little girl.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped as his cum flooded my cunt. “Oh, yes, my daddy’s cumming in me. Oh, yes.”

My pleasure reached its peak. I held onto it as long as I could as my daddy collapsed on me. I held him as we shared our forbidden love. I was so glad I had crossed the taboo line into incest with my father.

I was such an idiot for wanting to hold back before.

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Brandon Fitzsimmons – San Fransisco, CA

“We are now boarding Euro Air Flight 1893 to France at gate B38,” the gate attendant said, speaking into the microphone. “Starting with First Class passengers, those traveling with small children, or who need assistance while boarding.”

I bolted off from the uncomfortable, plastic chair in the terminal of San Fransisco International Airport. My heart thudded and sweat drenched my shirt, plastering it to my back. As I headed to the front of the line, my ticket in hand, I scanned for any cops coming to arrest me.

I was so close to getting away from America and Mark Fucking Glassner. I could believe that I would be stopped from reaching the safety of the air. My stomach twisted. My heart screamed. The gate attendant repeated her message, letting people flow behind me.

I needed to get out of the country and away from Mark Glassner before he found me.

The gate attendant finally started taking boarding passes. I handed her mind. She scanned it and slid it into her slot. I trooped down the gate. My tension had left me. I wouldn’t feel safe until we were airborne. Mark could order this plane stopped.

“Welcome aboard Euro Air,” a flight attendant with a French accent said. “Enjoy your flight, sir.”

I nodded. I sat down in my seat, the chair wide and comfortable. I was too big of a man to ride coach comfortably. I squeezed my eyes shut. I had limited resources on this credit card. It was a business card from my job.

I imagine accounting would cut it off when they realized I was using it after not showing up for work for over a week. But that didn’t matter. I had $9000 in cash in my luggage, a legal amount to take to another country, and once I had my hands on the book, none of this would matter.

I would have my own Pact.

I squirmed and ran a hand through my balding hair. I sweat through my shirt. People piled through the plane. It took so long to board them all. I bit my lip and kept staring at the open door, fearing I would see the authorities.

“Thank god,” I breathed when the flight attendant sealed the airplane.

They went through the safety briefing as the plane taxied to the runway. I flexed my hands as I stared out the window. I didn’t see any approaching flashing lights as the plane navigated the airport to the runway.

Then we had to wait. There was a delay.

Mark had found me. That was the delay. Right now the authorities were heading here to arrest me. I was done. I fucked up. I burned Doug. He a great P.I., and he was on my trail. He probably figured out about the company card. Then all Mark had to do was make a few phone calls.

“Okay, folks,” the pilot said, his English almost perfect. “We are next in line for takeoff. Flight attendants, take your seats.”

I breathed out. The delay wasn’t Mark. He hadn’t found me.

The roar of the engines revving up to full power was the happiest sound in the world. The plane leaped down the runway. I smiled as the inertia forced me back into my seat. The plane went faster and faster and then we were airborne.

I was free. Mark couldn’t stop me now. I would get my hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor and make him pay.

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