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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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Let all rejoice and sing praise. The Miracle has revealed the Living Gods’ divinity to us all. They shine so bright with love. They have come to lead mankind into utopia, free from hatred.

—First Book of Vivian 15:1

Mary Sullivan – Graham, WA

The cop car pulled away from the cabin. It lay off the busier meridian, hidden in the pine trees. This close to Mount Rainier hadn’t been as heavily developed as South Hill. But the suburb spread down Meridian, creeping farther and farther south as more houses and businesses were built.

I snuggled up against Mark on the drive back, loving how solid he felt now. I always found him cute, loving him despite him being a little overweight, but now he was muscled like a Greek god. My pussy was so wet. I smiled as his hand stroked my hair.

“What did you have to give Lilith to save your life?” I asked, curious how that demon-bitch was back in our lives. After I made my final wish to her, gaining the power of mind control, I thought she was done with us, sent back to hell. I was glad to see her gone.

And nervous she was still around.

“Karen,” Mark answered. “Until her child is born.”

“Of course,” I groaned in instant understanding. Lilith had fucked Karen and implanted a child in her womb which grew so fast. In a few weeks, barely a month after Lilith impregnated her, Karen would give birth. But Karen was tied to Mark with the Zimmah bond. It was a powerful spell. Our sluts couldn’t be used by nuns the way the SWAT officers had. It bound their life forces to us. If Mark died, so would any bound to him. Which included all of my family.

Mark’s family was bound to me. And since I wished to live as long as Mark did…

“Makes sense. Karen would have died with you,” I said. I didn’t want to think about such depressing thoughts. Worrying about Lilith, and what she wanted with that child, could wait. I stroked Mark’s stomach, savoring the rippling of his abs. He was so sexy. My pussy grew wetter. “I’ve always had a weakness for a muscular chest.”

Mark’s cock tented his pants.

I turned in my seat, pressing against him, my lips nuzzling into his neck. I kissed him as my hand slid down and found his cock tenting his jeans. I squeezed him, savoring his girth, my pussy clenching in anticipation of his cock.

Mark groaned. His cock throbbed. I gave him another squeeze and nibbled at his neck. My tits, separated by my sundress, rubbed into his muscular arm. Every part of him was so strong now. So hunky and wonderful.

“What were we doing when we were interrupted?” Mark asked me with a smile.

“This,” I purred and raised my hand from his cock. I seized the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss.

I groaned as his lips met mine. He kissed me hard, passionate. His hand slipped between me and the seat, grasping my hip. I moaned into the kiss, our tongues meeting, my heart speeding up as my pussy grew juicier.

Wet for him.

We both almost died today. And now we were alive. I yearned for him, to feel him in me, his hard cock thrusting, his cum spurting. I moaned into the kiss as his fingers tightened on my hip. His other hand seized me and he pulled me onto his lap.

I squirmed on him, grinding against his bulge. My hands rubbed at his muscular chest as our lips kept kissing. We never broke contact. My nipples tingled as his hands ran up and down my sides, pulling the fabric against them.

Then they moved up and cupped my breasts. His thumbs rubbed across my nipples. Delicious, electric pleasure shot down to my pussy. My clit throbbed against his bulge. I moaned into the kiss and returned the favor, my thumbs rubbing at his small, hard nipples. I kissed him harder. Every time he brushed my nipples, he sent another rush of tingling bliss through me, making me hotter.

I had to fuck him.

I ground harder against him, savoring the feel of him. I pinched and rolled his nipples as our tongues dueled. His hands squeezed and kneaded my breasts. My pussy rubbed on his rough jeans. No panties separated my cunt from being fucked.

But his jeans were in the way.

Mark must have read my mind, because he broke the kiss and gasped, “I need to be in you, Mare. You’re making me so hard.”

I ground on him and purred, “I can feel just how much you need me. So hard. You’re just aching to be in my cunt.”

I didn’t care that my mother was in the front seat. I had fucked my father and both my sisters. It was only a matter of time before Mom joined me in bed. And maybe Mark would be with us. If he could forgive her for what she did today…

But that was later. Right now, I had to fuck my fiance.

I reached under us and unzipped his jeans with deft fingers. I popped his fastener and shoved inside. I found his cock, hard and throbbing and warm. I stroked him as I kissed Mark again. He groaned into me as I brushed the crown of his dick, smearing precum into it.

My pussy clenched. I needed that cock in me right now. No more playing around. We were both alive, Heaven had failed to stop us, and it was time to celebrate with the hot, passionate press of flesh. With shuddering orgasm and spurting juices.

Sex. The best way to celebrate our victory.

I fished out his cock. His dick was hot in my fingers. I rose on him and guided his dick upwards. It brushed my thigh. I swiveled my hips, the tip brushing across my fold. Mark groaned into our kiss as I swabbed his dick through my wet folds.

“Fuck, Mare,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “That’s nice.”

“It’s about to get nicer,” I promised, my voice husky. I brought his dick to the entrance of my pussy.

And slammed down on him.

Mark groaned, his hands tightening on my tits, as I sank down on his girth. He filled me up, stretching my pussy wide. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure rippled through me. I wrapped my arms about his neck, squirming, savoring him being in me. My stallion was in my cunt. Just where he belonged.

“I’m back inside my filly,” he moaned, arms slipping around me and grasping my ass.

“Yes,” I hissed. “I love riding my stallion.”

We kissed again, my lips hungry for him. I pumped up and down on his cock, hard and fast, wild for the heat and passion. Pleasure rippled through my body from the friction building up between us. Hot, wet, delicious friction that shuddered through me. My juices sloshed around his cock. I loved the noises we made as I fucked my stallion.

“Mary,” My mom gasped in the front seat, finally noticing. “What are you doing?”

I broke the kiss, leaning back, my breasts jiggling beneath my sundress as I rode my fiance hard. “Fucking my fiancee, Mom. We were trying to have make-up sex when everything happened.” I glanced over my shoulder at her, my hips pumping away, sliding my cunt up and down Mark’s wonderful cock. It was so hot to do this as Mom watched on, her blue eyes wide in shock. “Mom, you’ll need to get used to this. We’re a very affectionate family now.”

Mom blushed as prettily as Missy, my youngest sister, did. “What does that mean?”

“I’ve slept with dad. And with Missy and Shannon,” I answered as I continued sliding my wet cunt up and down on my stallion’s cock. “And with Mark’s mother and sister.”

Tiffany gaped at me, her eyes bugging out. “Holy fudge, Mary. You’ve been… with your dad? And your sisters?”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy contracting about Mark’s cock. For a moment, I remembered the thrill of riding Dad’s cock, his eyes blindfolded. He had no idea his daughter was fucking him. It was the final line I hadn’t wanted to cross as Mark led me into more and more depraved sex. The most taboo.

And I had cum so hard when he came in me, unloading the same seed which had conceived me in Mom’s womb.

“If you want to be with Dad, there’s a few ground rules we need to cover, Mom.” I kept looking at her as she peered back at us from the front seat. My hips swiveled, my ass clenching as I slid up Mark’s cock. The pleasure built in my core.

Tiffany sighed. “Of course. You two are Warlocks. I know that there will be… things that I will find… unappealing. Just… just let me be with Sean.” Her eyes were so wide, so pleading. She loved Dad so much and he still loved her despite all the pain.

Pain that wasn’t my mom’s fault.

“That’s between you and Dad,” I answered. I hoped he would take her back. “First, incest is not wrong. Second, it’s okay to have a sex slave.” I gave Dad a nubile, naughty schoolgirl named Felicity. “Third, you need to let Mark perform the Zimmah Ritual on you. And, finally, you have to let me and Mark protect you. You can ignore anything else I tell you to do.”

I watched Mom’s aura transform from silver to black. She shuddered, new ideas bursting in her head. I felt her eyes glance down at my naked ass cupped in Mark’s hands. Speculation entered her eyes. Nuns were all sluts. And Karen had talked about Theodora being her lover.

Then I turned to Mark. I stopped riding him. He groaned, giving me a pleading look, his face twisted with bliss.

“What, Mare?”

I raised an eyebrow.

He sighed. “Fine. Tiffany, you can ignore my commands if you want to.”

“Okay, Mark.”

I beamed at Mark and pumped my pussy on his cock. He groaned, pleasure spreading across his face. I smiled at him, my hips swiveling, undulating, moving faster and faster, guided by his hands, my clit arching.

“Oh, Mom, I love his cock,” I moaned, glancing at her again.

Lust burned in her eyes. A smile was on her lips now as she stared at my naked ass. Mark squeezed my butt-cheeks then pulled them apart as he slammed me down on his cock. My pussy clenched about his girth, my excitement growing.

I loved having Mom’s eyes on me. I couldn’t wait for the first time that we made love.

“You’ve grown up into a very beautiful woman,” Mom purred, not hiding the lust.

“I can see why you became a nun,” Mary laughed. “You look as young as me. Shannon’s not going to be happy.”

“You two could be sisters, not mother and daughter,” Mark groaned. “Come on, Mare, ride me. I want to cum in you so badly.”

I laughed. “He’s such a horn dog. He can’t act properly unless he cums at least once an hour. I swear, those sluts of ours work over time to keep him happy.”

“Your… sex slaves.” I could see it in her eyes. Mom was readjusting to her new outlook. “Kinky. I’ve seen a few of them on the news. They’re all beautiful.”

“Mark picked most of them,” I gasped. “And you can tell what he’s interested in. Look at 51 there.”

“Hot women,” the bodyguard agreed, her voice a purring moan. “Are you going to cum in her, sir?”

“Yes,” Mark groaned, his face twisting with passion. “Damn, your cunt is so tight, Mare.”

“Oh, you say the sweetest things.”

I kissed Mark again while his fingers moved from my ass. He pushed down the straps of my sundress. I wiggled my arms to slip them out. The dress fell down past my breasts. My nipples rubbed on Mark’s muscular chest as I kissed him hard.

“Oh, wow,” Mom moaned. “That’s getting my pussy wet.”

I broke the kiss with Mark and turned around. “Then rub one out, Mom. Masturbate that cunt. You’re all full of Mark’s cum any—”

I squealed in delight. When I turned to talk to my Mom, the motion moved my right nipple to Mark’s waiting lips. He didn’t hesitate. He sucked my dusky nipple into his hungry mouth. The sudden sensation shocked me out of my train of thought. I ground on him, rubbing my clit on his pubic bone as he nibbled and teased.

What a wonderful fiance.

His hands went back to my ass, kneading me as his tongue circled my hard nub between sucks and moans. He guided my hips as I rode him, gasping in pleasure. Up front, I heard Mom sigh and the unmistakable, wet sound of fingers sliding into hot cunt.

“Oh, yes, finger your twat, Mom,” I moaned. “Pump those fingers in and out of your cunt. Mmm, that’s the sort of family we have now. We love each other. No reservations.”

“None,” agreed 51.

“It sounds so wicked,” panted Mom.

“So wicked,” I agreed.

My orgasm built inside of me. My pussy savored every inch of his cock sliding in and out of my cunt. This was so hot. I had my stallion back. My mom wasn’t a whore. She was joining us, frigging herself hard in the front seat.

And Mark was in me. He was in my pussy. I threw back my head, my orgasm swelling through me. My fingers dug into his shoulders. His mouth sucked so hard on my nipple. I gasped, sliding my cunt faster and faster on his cock.

My clit slammed into his pubic bone.

I came hard.

“Oh, fuck, I love your cock inside me, Mark,” I gasped as ecstasy burst in my hot depths. My flesh spasmed about his dick as the rapture flooded through my mind. “Mmm, my randy stallion!”

I bounced faster and faster on Mark, compelled by the rapture consuming my body. My pussy spasmed about his wonderful cock. His hips thrust up from the seat. I gasped, my clit slapping hard into his groin every time I bottomed out.

A second orgasm shot through me. He groaned about my nipple, my pussy massaging his dick, keeping him in wonderful bliss. He released my nipple, his fingers digging into my ass, as he grunted his pleasure.

“Are you cumming?” my mom asked.

“Yes,” I hissed. “I’m cumming on my fiance’s big dick. It’s wonderful, Mom.”

“Shoot,” she groaned. “Oh, gosh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” My mom came and shuddered. She didn’t swear at all. It was so weird, such a mom thing to do. I loved it. I loved the passion in her voice.

I shuddered on Mark’s cock, fucking him harder, inspired by my mom’s moans. I stared into my fiance’s blue eyes, such gorgeous eyes, and groaned, the pleasure boiling out of my cunt and through my body.

“Gonna cum, Mare!” he grunted.

“Oh, are you going to fill your naughty filly’s cunt with your cum?” I moaned. I pumped my hips wildly on his cock, eager for the hot flood. “Cum in me! Cum! Cum!”

My chants grew louder and louder, urging him to flood my pussy. I slammed down hard on him, my cunt rippling on his cock as I came over and over. My sheath milked his cock, begging for his cum. As soon as I had my next period, I was off the pill.

I wanted his child.

“Mare,” he groaned and then he erupted.

I slammed down on him, the pleasure roaring through me. I felt each powerful blast splash against my cervix. I knew he was fertile. He had already knocked up Korina, and I expected other sluts would find he left them in a family way. I shuddered on him, listening to his primal groans.

My pleasure peaked. I slumped forward and rested my chin on his shoulder.

His arms were around me. He held me and emotions surged through me in the wake of the bliss. The memory of him lying on the ground… I trembled, clinging to him, tears burning my eyes. The words spilled out of me: “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I don’t ever want to see you hurt and dying. You hear me, Mark Glassner?”

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Mark Glassner

Tears fell down Mary’s cheeks. Her green eyes swam with emotions as she clung to me, trembling. I reached up, wiped away a tear, her skin so warm beneath my finger. And then I lied to her.

“I won’t, Mare. Never again.”

I had to lie to her. I couldn’t control the future, and Mary knew that. She smiled, pretending to believe me. It was what she needed to hear right now. She had witnessed her friend and lover, Alice, shoot me today. She had knelt over my dying body as my blood poured out of me. I couldn’t imagine what that must be like. So I would say whatever she needed to hear.

Mary snuggled up to me. “Good.”

“I love you, Mare.” I kissed her on the forehead. She sighed, breathing slowing. I held her as the bliss of my orgasm bled out of me.

“I am starting to see what you like about him, Mary,” Tiffany said, her face flushed from her orgasm. “So… how are Shannon and Melissa?”

“We call her Missy nowadays,” Mary smiled. “And she’s grown into a beautiful and very annoying eighteen-year-old. I’m not sad we don’t share a bedroom any longer. Oh, and she has a boyfriend named Damien, and they are so cute together.”

Well, Missy would be cute with anything. And Damien tried so hard to please her. I showed him a few things and we fucked Missy together. It had been so hot for the slim, excitable girl to cum on my cock.

Tiffany blinked back tears. “When I last saw her, she was so little. She stumbled around the house looking so cute.” Tiffany sniffed. “And what about Shannon?”

“She’s engaged,” Mary answered. “George is alright. A bit of a pansy, but she likes that about him.”

“How sweet.” Tiffany swallowed. “And your Dad?”

“He’s good. He still has that ridiculous ponytail.” Mary paused, squirming on my lap. “I also gave him a sex slave. You’ll like her. Although Dad loves her to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl. I think all those years of teaching community college and seeing all those barely legal schoolgirls may have corrupted him.”

“A sex slave? I guess I’ll have to get used to that.” Tiffany smiled. “Well, it does sound exciting.”

“Oh, she’ll be yours as well if you and Dad get back together. Felicity is a little firecracker. I took her virginity with a strap-on as part of a spell. Mmm, Mark that was a hot night.”

“Yes, it was,” I smiled, remembering heading to Rogers Community College, finding April and Felicity, and bringing home the two virgins. We deflowered them both to protect us against STDs. The Zimmah spell passed that protection onto those bound to us.

Mary giggled, remembering that night. But her glee didn’t last long. Mary looked at me, a frown replacing her mirth. “Mark, I think we need to talk later.”

I opened my mouth to ask why, when my phone rang. I fished my phone out of my pocket. The caller ID said it was the Desiree. “Hello?”

“Mi Rey,” purred my Latina slut. “Have you saved mi Reina, yet?”

“Yeah. She’s sitting on my cock with a pussy full of cum right now.”

“That’s so amazing!” Desiree cheered and in the background I could hear the excited shouts of all the sluts, especially Alison. “Mi Rey,” Desiree started saying then paused. I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“What, Desiree?” I asked. Fear constricted my heart. Did Xiu die? Last I saw, she was on her way to the hospital with a bullet in her guts. Another victim of Tiffany’s attack. I struggled to control my anger. She was Mary’s mom. I had to tolerate her. For Mary’s sake.

“Fiona’s back from watching Karen. She said that puta, Lilith, appeared and took Karen.”

“I know,” I answered, sighing in relief that no one else had died. Then guilt squirmed in me. It was part of the deal I made with Lilith that she took Karen. But the demon promised to return Karen unharmed once she had her child. “Don’t worry about it. This was expected news.” Something I had to do.

“Okay, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in relief. “We all are eagerly awaiting your return. Well, except Noel. She’s very heartbroken about Chastity.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart growing somber. The excitement of saving Mary faded as we neared home. Chastity and six of the bodyguard dead, Xiu and other women injured. All trying to protect me and Mare. They were happy to protect us.

Because I ordered them to.

Did that make me responsible for their deaths? At least partly. Tiffany and her nuns had attacked us, but I put those women in a position to be hurt out of my selfish lusts. I leaned back on the seat, holding Mary, and watched out the window as we came closer and closer to home.

51 had taken the back streets home, avoiding much of Meridian’s terrible traffic. We drove on Shaw Road, passing the light at 39th Avenue. I peered ahead. I could see our street, Mountain View Court. I wasn’t surprised to see the line of news vans parked on the shoulder.

“Here we go,” I said, not in the mood to deal with the media.

The Puyallup Police had corralled the media onto either side of the street, forming a line of blue-uniformed bodies. Chasity had been a Puyallup Police Officer. She had pulled me over for speeding. I found her Nordic beauty captivating. So I made her mine.

Cameras flashed and the media pressed in on our car. But the Puyallup cops pushed them back and let us through. Their shouts faded as we took the curve and stared down the street. It looked different than when I left. Most of the emergency vehicles were gone. The few neighbors we let stay in their houses were out, inspecting the damage and cleaning up the mess. Evidence of the fighting was everywhere: shot up cop cars parked on the street, bullet holes in the siding of houses, shattered windows, stains of blood.

The nuns brought a war to kill us.

Tiffany squirmed in the front seat, as silent as we were. Mary clung to me as we drove down the road. Devastation. I glared at the back of Tiffany’s head. Her two fellow nuns were dead. She was lucky Mary loved her.

51 pulled her squad car before our house. I had confiscated it from Brandon Fitzsimmons, along with his wife—no, she was his ex-wife now—Desiree. Mary slid off of me, her pussy popping off my cock. I buttoned up as I stared at everyone.

The sluts squealed “Master!” and “Mistress!” their enthusiasm washing over us.

Everyone was waiting for us out front. All our sluts were there, save Karen and Xiu. And Chasity. Noel’s face puffy from crying, held in the embrace of April and Violet. Alison and Desiree clutched each other, the Latina’s brown tits pressed into Alison’s pale flesh. Korina stood apart while Thamina and Fiona held hands. Sam held a clutch of papers in her hand, probably her translation of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, while Lillian stood beside her, our goth slut trembling in ecstatic joy.

And it wasn’t just our sluts waiting for us. Our families as well. My mom had her arm wrapped about her half-Black girlfriend, Betty, while their sex slave, Joy, stood near them, head bowed. Antsy, my little sister, held her sex slave, Via’s hand. To the right stood Mary’s family, Sean with his schoolgirl sex slave Felicity who looked very fetching in her tartan skirt and knee-high socks. Shannon and her fiance George with Starla, their sex-slave and George’s secretary. Missy bounced in joy beside her boyfriend Damien, their slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra kneeling before them.

From the front seat, Tiffany gasped, tears forming in her eyes as she gazed at her family and their sex slaves.

“Wait in the car, Mom,” Mary said. “Let me talk to them. Smooth things out.”

“Okay,” Tiffany said, her voice breaking with emotion.

I stepped out of the car into the warm, June day. The wounded were gone. And the dead. But crimson still stained the lawn where I lay shot and the sidewalk where Chasity fell. I turned and held out my hand. Mary took it, her grip strong, and I helped her step out.

“Mistress!” the sluts screamed and then, as one, they rushed forward.

Mary and I held out our arms and were swarmed by the passionate women. Most were naked or dressed slutty. They clung to us, kissing us, touching us. I couldn’t make out who said what, the sluts all talking over each other, emotion shining on their faces. I kissed each one, and so did Mary, savoring having them back.

And then twisting with guilt at the ones who weren’t here—Karen given to Lilith, Xiu shot in the stomach, and Chasity…

“Mark,” my mom shouted, her head craning, tears pouring down her cheeks.

“Okay, sluts,” I smiled. “We need to see our families, too.”

“Yes, Master,” they chorused, obeying like they always did, and broke away from me and Mary.

I headed to my mom and sister. They were both emotional, though Antsy tried not to show it, quickly brushing away tears. Mom and my sister broke away from their sex slaves and Betty. I opened my arms wide and pulled them both to me. Mom’s arms hugged with a desperate love.

“You’re safe,” she sighed.

“I am, Mom.” Then I kissed her on the lips.

It wasn’t a familial kiss. I put passion into it. I loved my mom. My hand slid down, squeezing her ass through her dress, pulling her tight. I did the same to Antsy. Her ass was firmer with youth. I broke the kiss with Mom and planted my lips on my baby sister. She moaned, eyes fluttering, fresh tears falling.

“Damn,” Antsy panted when I broke the kiss. Her hand ran up and down my chest. “Big bro, you are ripped! What happened to you? Everyone said you were shot and then got better. Via and I spent the entire shootout hiding in the basement. We were too scared to come out until after you left. And why are you like a muscled hunk now?”

“Was it a miracle?” my mom asked, her eyes wide. “Everyone said a miracle happened.”

No. A demon brought me back to life. But I didn’t want to admit that. I glanced at Mary, hugging her father and two sisters, and mumbled, “Sure, Mom. It was a miracle.”

“It’s all over social media,” Antsy said, her hand rubbing my stomach. “Wow, a six pack. Damn, big bro, you are even sexier.”

I nodded and listened as Mary broke the kiss with her father. Her face twisted as she stared at her father. “Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.” She bit her lip, trembling. “I—”

“Who is that in the car?” Sean asked, frowning.

Antsy eyebrows furrowed as she peered past me. “I know her.” Then she hissed and broke away from me. “Theodora! That fucking bitch!”

I caught her arm before she took two steps, hauling her back. My sister spun, her hair flying, her face wild with anger. “Let me go, Mark. That’s the nun who put the fucking spell on me.”

I pulled my baby sister back to me. Part of me wanted to let her claw Tiffany’s eyes out. “It’s okay,” I lied to my sister. “She’s not a threat any longer.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about, Dad,” Mary said, taking his hand. But Sean ignored her and walked around his daughter, staring at the car, his eyes wide and his face paling. The sun shone on his bright red hair, contrasting against his skin.

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