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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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And the Living God strode into the nun’s den and smote the evil woman down. Sister Theodora Mariam fell beneath His wrath, utterly destroyed because of her inequity. Then the Living God claimed His Goddess, awakening Her to Her true powers. Their light shone bright while the entire world trembled in awe. The Miracle was seen by all, calling the first disciples to serve.

—The Gospel of April 31:1-3

Tiffany Sullivan

I trembled in the car, my stomach twisting, as I watched my daughter’s reunion with our family. It was… sexy the way she kissed first little Melissa—no, she was called Missy now—and then Shannon, their lips writhing in a most unsisterly kiss. And then she kissed Sean, my ex-husband, the love of my life. His arms wrapped about our daughter, holding her tight, kissing her with the passion he once kissed me.

Fear clutched at me. Had Sean moved on? Did he need me when he had Shannon, Mary, and Melissa? Our three daughters all had parts of me in their faces. They didn’t have my blonde hair coloring, though Melissa came closest with her strawberry-blonde curls. But they had my beauty.

What if he hated me? How could he not after what that bastard Kurt made me write? Seeing Sean made the pain so fresh. I could hear myself saying those filthy words as Kurt fucked my pussy in his garage, Sean watching in shock, then horror, then despair.

I could see that same shock on his face. He was older, matured, touches of gray in his red hair. He still had that ridiculous ponytail, trying to look like the hip teacher. His face was weathered. He was a little stouter. But he was my Sean.

And he would hate me.

Antsy screamed her vehemence. I hardly noticed. The girl had every right to be mad after what I did to her in Miami. I set up a threesome, got her drunk and horny, and then seduced her. I turned her into a trap for Mark. When he slept with her, the pair became obsessed with each other. I hoped to break apart Mark from his Warlock girlfriend.

But my Mary had been too strong, too determined, to let go of the man she loved.

Why wasn’t I that determined? Why didn’t I try to reconnect with Sean after Sister Louise Afra freed me?

Fear. I was so afraid. Like I was now. I couldn’t bear knowing how much he hated me. He was the only man I ever loved. When we met in college, I knew he was the man I would marry. Even in the rockiest part of our marriage, I never thought it would end. Not even during our bitterest fights did I want to leave him.

I only wanted to love him.

He stumbled around Mary, staring at me as he walked to the car like a zombie. I took a deep breath. I couldn’t hide in the car. I had to slip out and meet him. I had to face him. I gave up on being a nun, on serving Heaven and the angels, and on fighting the Adversary to have Sean back. I couldn’t hide in the car like a scared girl now.

The door creaked so loudly as I opened it. I stepped out, legs wobbly. I took a deep breath, shaking, and faced my husband. This was it. The moment I learned how much he hated me. Damn Kurt.

“Tiffany?” he asked, stunned.

Of course he was stunned. I looked younger than when we last met. When I became a nun, it aged me back to eighteen and gave me a perfect body, like it did to Mark when I gave him my gift. I didn’t look my natural age of forty-four. I looked how I did when I met Sean.

My lower lip quivered. I took a deep breath. “It’s me, Sean. I—”

Sean fell to his knees before me. I gaped in shock at my husband. He stared up at me, his green eyes filling with tears. Then he grasped the gray smock of my maid’s outfit, clutching hard, and buried his face into my stomach.

“I’m so sorry, Tif,” he sobbed, “for whatever I did to drive you away. Please, forgive me. I never meant to hurt you.”

My heart broke. Tears welled in my eyes. All the pain whimpered out of me, “No, Sean, no. It wasn’t you.” I knelt down, lifting his face. I stared into his eyes, the world swimming with tears. “You didn’t do anything, Sean. You were the best husband a woman could want.”

“Then why, Tif? Why did you leave me?”

“Because Kurt Bronson made me.” The hurt spiked through me. He had to understand. “Kurt had powers. Like Mark and… and Mary. He… he made me lust for him, made me write those letters, and made me… me… throw away my wedding ring. Th-the ring you g-gave me.”

He let out a groan before crushing me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him, my head on his shoulder, tears flowing. My husband still loved me. Somehow, his love for me endured all the pain Kurt made me put him through.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream?” he croaked.

“I’m real, Sean.” A shudder ran through me. “Can you forgive me?”

“If Kurt was like Mark, it wasn’t you.”

I shook my head. “No. When I was freed from Kurt’s powers, I was too scared to find you. I… I thought you would hate me. I… I didn’t have faith in your love for me. Can you forgive me for being so fickle?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Sean whispered. “Every day I felt empty without you. Like the best part of me was missing.”

I nodded my head. I had filled that void with sex while on my missions, trying to forget my family, but I couldn’t. Not my Sean. I clutched him harder, rocking in his arms, my head on his shoulder. Tears poured down my cheeks as I smiled and cried and…

I saw my daughters: Shannon and Melissa.

They stood side by side, Shannon taller, Melissa skinnier. They both had their arms folded before them, disbelief on their faces. Then anger twisted across Shannon’s face along with the loathing I expected from Sean. I had abandoned my daughters as much as my husband.

Mary moved up and whispered into Melissa’s ear. My youngest was only a toddler when I last saw her. I had missed her entire life. She walked forward, almost in a daze towards me and Sean, then she knelt, facing me.

“Are you really my mommy?” Melissa asked in the littlest girl’s voice, emotion bubbling in her eyes.

“Yes,” I sobbed. I reached forward and pulled my youngest daughter into the embrace I shared with Sean. “My little Melissa’s grown up into a beautiful, young woman.”

She flushed. “No one calls me Melissa. It’s Missy.”

“Sorry, I forgot. Missy,” I smiled, stroking my youngest daughter’s face. “I like that. It fits you.”

Shannon stalked up, arms still folded. “You’re back, huh?”

I broke away from my husband and youngest to stand. I faced my eldest daughter, her fiery hair framing the rage burning in her face. I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Shannon. I—”

Shannon slapped me hard. My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned. Before I could say anything, she stalked down the sidewalk, brisk steps, hurrying away. I held my hand to my cheek. It didn’t sting as much as her walking away.

I understood. She must have had to take my place as the woman of the house, helping Sean to care for Missy and Mary. I wasn’t there to watch her grow up into a young woman. Why had I been so afraid? I could have repaired the damage. I could have raised my daughters instead of missing their lives.

Mary might not be a Warlock, her soul condemned to Hell, if I had returned.

Then Antsy appeared before me. I flushed, remembering the motel room in Miami, Florida and the man we shared together. “Hi, Ant—”

“Bitch,” she snarled. “What did I ever do to you? I was nice to you! I let you stay in my motel room! And you tried to destroy my life! You made me and my brother obsessed with each other. We fucked and fucked and fucked.”

I flinched at her words. “I… I was wrong. Please, Antsy, I am so sorry for deceiving you. I—”

Antsy’s slap landed on my other cheek, snapping my head around. I stumbled a step. Antsy put more force into hers. She screeched, eyes blazing. And then Sean was between us, standing up to Mark’s sister.

“That’s my wife,” he growled.

Antsy sniffed then stormed off. She snagged a young woman with black hair streaked with red and pulled her along. I blinked in surprise. Did Antsy have a girlfriend? She was straight in Florida. I had to get her drunk and in a threesome to have sex with her to cast the spell.

Then a woman who looked like an older version of Antsy, though her hair was closer to Mark’s in color, walked up to me. “Hi, I’m Sandy,” she warmly greeted. “Mark’s my son, so I guess we’ll be family soon.”

“I guess so,” I answered, suffering from emotional whiplash, both my cheeks stinging.

Mark’s mom then hugged me and kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked but then remembered how Mary had greeted my husband and daughters. I relaxed into the kiss, working my lips, enjoying the feel of Mark’s mother

I was a little out of breath when I broke the kiss. “I guess that’s how friendly the family is now.”

Sandy gave me a welcoming smile. “Yes, very friendly. We had a lovely barbecue on Monday. The whole family, and all the sex slaves, enjoying each other. Right out in the open at Spark Stadium. It was so kinky. My son and your daughter have really corrupted us.”

I snorted a laugh. “You have no idea.”

Sean put his arm around my shoulders. “Come on. I think we need to talk in private.”

My cheeks warmed. “I’d like that, Sean.”

“Shannon will come around,” he said. “She tried to take your place. She had to grow up too fast. I wasn’t much help, I’m afraid.”

Sean led me down the street. From what I learned before the attack, I knew Mark had taken over the block, turning it into a fortress to protect him and his sluts. And their family. Sean led me to a house. “I guess everything has changed.”

“Only recently,” Sean said. He frowned at the bullet hole. “You didn’t know we were here?”

“I had no idea our Mary was the Warlock Mary. It’s such a common name. It was only when I went to”—I couldn’t say the word kill—“that I recognized her. I was… fighting for Heaven.”

“And now?”

I bit my lip as Sean opened the door. Inside looked surprisingly familiar, or at least the furniture did. The same couch, older, the color faded, sat in the living room, along with many of the small knickknacks I had filled our house with.

“And now I gave up fighting for Heaven to be with you, Sean. And our daughters. I’m not a nun any longer. Mark has my gift to use it for good or ill. He’s a good man, for someone who made a Pact with the Devil.”

“He makes Mary so happy.”

I smiled. “I saw that. He surrendered himself to save her. He would have given it all up just to keep her alive. I’ve never seen such altruism in a Warlock before.”

“Maybe the Devil picked the wrong guy. Mark loves too much. He even loves those sex slaves of his. The sluts.”

I grimaced. “That’s so degrading. And I saw that little strumpet you have.”

“Felicity,” he said, his voice flat. “Er, yes, Mary gave her to me.”

“And you’ve always had a thing for the younger girls, right?” I smiled. “I noticed how you would stare at those eighteen-year-old students of yours. Want me to dress up like one?”

He grinned. “You do look like one. So young. Just like you did when we met.”

“Perks of being a nun,” I shrugged.

And then he kissed me. I closed my eyes, my arms going back around his neck. My husband’s lips felt the same. His arms, his body, his scent. I breathed in so deeply as he held my body tight to his. I trembled in his arms, savoring it.

I had my husband back.

The kiss deepened, turning from love to passion. All those years apart, the longing, boiled through me and into our kiss. His hands tightened on the small of my back, pulling me close. His cock swelled, tenting the front of his slacks. I wiggled my hips, grinding against the bulge as his hands slid down and gripped my ass.

And squeezed.

“Damn,” he groaned, breaking the kiss. “Firm and tight as…”

“Felicity’s ass? Or maybe Missy’s?”

He froze.

“Relax, honey. Mary explained it to me.” I laughed. “Or, I should say, she used her powers and changed my personality to accept both incest and sex slaves. So I don’t mind.” I didn’t have a choice, and that didn’t bother me. Mary’s power caused me to accept it so I did. “It’s beautiful. Wonderful. I’m sure we’ll make love to Missy, and Mary, together.”

“A family.”

“Wicked family,” I moaned and kissed him again.

Oh, I loved kissing him. My pussy clenched in my panties as he backed me towards the couch. I felt actually eighteen again, the age I was when I met Sean.. I remembered how we would kiss for hours and hours on the couch in the lounge of his dorm while waiting for his roommate to finish studying so we could have privacy to make love.

We didn’t have to wait now.

The back of the couch bumped my legs. I fell back down on it, feeling the rough fabric. “I always hated this couch,” I groaned. “But it feels wonderful to be on it.”

Sean blinked in surprise. “You picked it out.”

“And regretted it,” I laughed. “But I didn’t want to admit it.”

Sean smiled and knelt, his hands pushing up the gray smock. “A maid?”

“Well, you want to play dress-up. Maids are hot.”

“But not this outfit. You should see the maid outfits Mark has his sluts wear.”

I laughed, squirming, my pussy on fire. “I bet.”

He reached beneath me my skirt, sliding up to my pussy. My eyes widened—I wasn’t wearing panties. “Wait, I’m all dirty down there. Mark… came in me. I had to fuck him for the spell. To give him my gift. You can’t go down on me when another man’s staining me.”

“Well, I can finger you,” he said and shoved two into my pussy.

“Oh, yes you can do that,” I moaned, my hips arching as my flesh clenched down on his intruding fingers, savoring how they felt inside of me. “I don’t have a problem with that.”

He worked his fingers in and out of my cunt, his thumb brushing my clit. His other hand attacked the buttons of my blouse, eager to get at my breasts. I loved it, shuddering on his fingers as he fumbled at the buttons.

Then I became impatient. “Let me. Your hands need to be busy in other spots.”

Sean grinned at me and then shoved his other hand beneath my smock. I groaned, arching back into the couch as his fingers played with my clit and pumped in my pussy. My goes curled, flexing out of the flats I wore. My fingers worked the buttons open and exposed my round breasts topped by hard nipples. I pulled on them and groaned as he pumped his fingers faster and faster.

It was wonderful. Sean grinned at me, just like he had when we were in college. I could see the love in his eyes. He leaned over and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I groaned as he nibbled and bit. I grabbed his ponytail, holding it in one hand while the other raised above my head.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as Sean pumped first two then three fingers in and out of my juicy pussy. “Oh, yes. Shoot, that’s good. Oh, yes. Keep fingering me. Oh, you are such a stud, Sean. My stud.”

Tears burned in my eyes. I had my husband back. I had missed so many years, but we could rebuild our intimacy. I gripped his ponytail, my knuckles whitening, as he nibbled on my nub. He nipped it and stretched it, playing with it. He hadn’t missed a beat.

His thumb rubbed along my clit. Pleasure sparked into my pussy. I clenched down on his fingers, squirming, loving what he did to me. My eyes fluttered and the couch groaned as I humped into his wonderful fingers.

“Yes, Sean,” I purred.

“Are you going to cum?” he asked, looking up from my nipple.

“You better believe it. Keep stroking me. Oh, yes. It’s so wonderful to have you again, Sean. I was such an idiot for staying away.”

“You’re here now.”

The tears fell down my cheeks as I stared into his green eyes. I loved this man so much.

I pulled him to my lips, kissing him hard as the tears fell. My pussy contracted. I came on his plunging fingers. I moaned into his lips, shuddering on him. My thighs wrapped about his waist as my pussy convulsed on those fingers.

My hands slid down his body as I came. My fingers itched for his cock. The pleasure boiled for me as my hands found his bulge. I squeezed him, bringing a moan to his lips. He kissed me harder, ripping his fingers out of my pussy as my pleasure crested through me.

He broke our kiss to rip off his shirt. He threw it to the floor as I fumbled with his belt. He kissed me again as his hands, sticky with my spicy pussy juices, gripped my tits. I groaned, his fingers finding my nipples, pinching and rolling them.

The surge of pleasure made it more difficult to undo his belt.

I groaned into his mouth when I succeeded. I popped open the slacks’ fastener and ripped down the zipper. My hands shoved into his boxers and found his cock. I stroked him. He groaned into the kiss as I brought him to my pussy, rubbing his shaft against my cunt.

Fourteen years since we made love. Fourteen years trying to forget him, to move on with my life. Fourteen years of fear keeping me away from this: passion, love, family.

Sean’s cock sank into me.

I broke the kiss, moaning, “Yes. Yes, yes, I love you, Sean.”

“Love you, Tif,” he groaned, nuzzling my ear as he thrust, burying his cock into my sloppy depths, his balls smacking into my taint.

The couch groaned louder as we made love. My hands roamed his bare back, sometimes scratching when the pleasure swelled in my depths. His cock slid in and out of me. He groaned, nuzzling at my neck, kissing me as his dick excited my nerve endings.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “Tighter than I remember.”

“Tight as the first time?” I moaned.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Damn, Tif.”

“Advantages to having your wife come back eighteen,” I panted, humping harder, my firm breasts bouncing.

We kissed again, hips moving in unison. I swiveled and ground into them, using my thighs locked around his waist to leverage my cunt up and down his cock as he thrust. I slid my hands down, squeezing his flexing ass as he pumped in me.

The pleasure swelled, another hot orgasm building in my body. My pussy drank in every thrust of his cock, savoring the friction. It swelled in me. I ground my clit into his pubic bone, clawing at his ass as my pleasure built.

“Oh, yes, Sean,” I whined.

“I know that sound,” he grunted. “Cum for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Jeepers, yes.”

“Jeepers,” he laughed.

“I was a nun for fourteen years,” I groaned. “I learned to… to… Shoot, that’s good. Sean! I… I… Yes!”

I came.

My pussy spasmed about my husband’s cock. My husband. Just thinking those words increased the pleasure. The bliss flooded my body and reached my mind. I stared at the ceiling as my fingernails dug into the meat of his flexing ass.

So good. I missed this so much.

I trembled beneath him, thrashing, bucking. My pussy massaged his cock. He kept thrusting, his stamina holding out, fucking me through my orgasm. I groaned, savoring the bliss pumping through my veins while his dick stirred fresh delight inside of me.

Then he rolled over, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sliding down his cock. He grinned at me. “Let me see you go wild. Like you did when you were twenty.”

I smiled, raising my arms over my head and undulating, my maid’s smock bunched around my waist, my tits bouncing free before my husband’s face. He slid his hands up, squeezing my tits, his fingers tweaking them.

My pussy clenched on his dick when I did.

“That’s it, ride me,” he grinned. “Damn, Tif, I can’t believe this. It’s really you. You’re here. You’re back.”

“Forever,” I panted, staring into his eyes as I worked my hips. “Forever and ever and ever.”

His hands slid from my tits to my hips, gripping them as his face twisted with pleasure. I knew that look. His orgasm built. His cum swelled in his balls, ready to unleash into his wife’s sloppy depths, to wash away Mark’s cum.

I leaned closer, putting my arms around his neck, my boobs bobbing right before his face. My tits brushed his lips. He nuzzled into him, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, squeezing hard. He groaned into my breasts, kissing and sucking.

“Cum in me, Sean,” I begged. “Do it. Oh, yes, erupt. I want to feel that jizz flood my pussy.

“Yes,” he groaned and slammed me down his cock. “Tiffany!”

His cum exploded into me. I gasped, savoring the feel of his jizz squirting against my folds. So hot and delicious. I writhed on him, trembling and bucking. The pleasure swelled through me. I squirmed, rubbing my clit into his groin.

And climaxed.

I moaned his name as my pussy milked his cock, squeezing out every last drop of his jizz. The pleasure burned through my mind. My husband came in me. Fresh tears fell down my cheeks as we kissed, moaning, sharing our pleasure.

It was wonderful. Our tongues danced as we trembled and writhed. My pleasure peaked in me. And then I floated. I felt so light as I straddled him, his strong arms squeezing and massaging my ass. I could drift—

“All right, Mom!” whooped Missy behind me. “That was hot!”

I blinked and turned around. Missy, naked as the day she was born, clapped, her tiny A-Cup titties bouncing, her shaved pussy virginal tight, making the eighteen-year-old appear even younger. Her nipples were hard, her face flushed.

Her thighs sticky.

“Wasn’t that awesome, Felicity?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the innocent-looking schoolgirl beside my daughter purred, her legs coltish long. “Would you care for any refreshments, Master?”

“Champagne,” Sean groaned.

I licked my lips. This was all so new. I rolled off Sean, sitting beside him on the couch, his cum leaking out of my pussy while the schoolgirl scurried off, eager to obey. Missy sauntered towards us, a playful smile on her young face.

“You were hot, Mom. You rode Dad like a champ.”

“Thanks,” I blushed.

Missy fell to her knees before me. She reached out, pushing my legs apart. I gasped at her touch on my inner thighs, her hands sliding up to my messy pussy. A strange thrill ran through me as my own daughter touched me.

“Mmm, delicious.”

Missy leaned in and licked her father’s cum out of my pussy. I gasped as her tongue fluttered through my folds. It was quick and fast, teasing me. Driving me wild. I groaned, unable to believe this was really happening.

“Missy,” I moaned.

Sean’s arm went around me. “Enjoy, dear.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, closing my eyes, savoring the wicked, incestuous thrill of my daughter devouring her father’s jizz out of my pussy. My toes curled as her tongue burrowed deeper, swirling, gathering, hungry. “Oh, this is wonderful.”

Sean kissed me while I humped on my daughter’s mouth. This was my new life. Debauchery while living in the circle of Mark’s influence. There were hardly any nuns left. Our attack today was the last, desperate attempt by Heaven to stop him.

No one would now. Mark would grow more and more powerful, and I would be there with my family, supporting him and sharing in the sin.

My hand tightened on Missy’s strawberry-blonde curls. I humped against her hungry mouth. The thrill of her soft lips licking at the very pussy that birthed her sent me over the edge. I threw back my head and screamed out my climax.

“Yes, yes, yes! I love this. It’s amazing. Oh, yes. Such wicked pleasure.”

I couldn’t wait to make love to Mary. And Shannon. All three of my daughters in bed with Sean. Oh, that would be wicked.

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