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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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Shamans are a rare breed, possessing both the powers of Heaven and the Abyss. They straddle the line, pulled between two forces. Their choices can spread darkness or light.

—Excerpt from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor

Tiffany Sullivan – South Hill, WA

“This is like a dream, Tiffany,” my husband said to me as we cuddled in bed.

We were both naked, my pussy aching pleasantly from our lovemaking. We were like teenagers again. Well, I was in a teenager’s body. But even Sean, despite aging a decade and a half since we were last together, had kept up with me and Missy.

In fact, we had worn our youngest daughter out. We put her to bed with her sex slave Donna. She shared the room with her boyfriend, which I still found so strange. Missy had grown the most out of our three daughters, springing up from a little toddler to an eighteen-year-old woman.

I fought back the tears as I stroked Sean’s chest idly, my body pressed up against his side. Today was a dream. I never thought I would be with my husband again. To hold him and kiss him and to feel him inside me. His cum leaked out of me.

I smiled. I wasn’t a nun any longer. I would have to get on birth control or we’d have another child. Maybe that would be nice. A child I could raise without missing anything.

Memories of our years apart shot through me. And with it came guilt.

“I love you, Sean,” I said. I had to tell him. I had to come clean about everything. “I need to tell you something.”

I bit my lip as he nodded and said, “What?”

“I… I was with other people. While we were separated.”

“And?”

“I… cheated on you. And I don’t mean with Kurt and what he made me do.” I shivered, hating the warlock who had ripped me from my family. “But when I was a nun, I had sex with other people. A lot of other people.”

“It’s okay,” Sean answered. “That’s all in the past.”

“Is it okay?” I asked. “I had many lovers. I’m your wife and—”

“Technically, we were divorced,” he pointed out. “We still are divorced, I guess. Besides, I had women, too.”

I frowned. “Mary said you never dated.”

“No, but there were, um, women, from time to time,” he admitted.

“Who?” I asked, curious. “Why would you keep it from the girls?” A guilty flush appeared on his face and my eyes widened in realization. “Your college students?”

“Yeah,” he answered sheepishly. “They were all willing. You know, the cool teacher thing turns some girls on. But it was only after you left, Tif.”

“Well, I guess what was in the past is in the past,” I told Sean. “We have our new future to build. And, well, I think I would like another child. So, I could see…” Tears welled in my eyes, “So I could see one of my children grow up.”

Sean gently brushed a tear away. “I’m old enough to be a grandpa now. Are you sure?”

I laughed. “I know, you got old. I can’t believe there’s gray in your hair.”

“And you got younger. So not fair, Tif.”

“Oh, would you rather I got old and fat like you?” I teased.

His lips found mine. “No, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.”

I could feel his cock hardening against my thigh. “Again?” I asked in surprise. “I thought me and Missy would have wiped you out by now.”

“They say a young, beautiful woman is the best Viagra,” Sean quipped as he pulled me atop him. “And two, who happen to be mother and daughter, are intoxicating. Besides, someone wants a child.”

I smiled happily as I felt his cock prodding at the entrance to my pussy. I shifted atop him before sliding down Sean’s body, forcing his wonderfully hard dick inside me. I moaned in delight as Sean filled me.

My husband was in me again. I could get used to this.

I rose, thrusting my perky breasts forward as I impaled myself on his dick. I savored this moment, him in me, my hands playing with the red curls on his chest. His eyes stared up at me with such hunger, one hand stroking my thigh.

I rode my husband, rolling my hips as I slid up and down his shaft. I shuddered. We had made love so many times today you would think the simple feel of his cock sliding through my pussy wouldn’t send so much excitement shuddering through me.

“Sean,” I groaned as I slid down him.

He grinned at me. His right hand squeezed my thigh, feeling my muscles bunch and relax as I worked up and down his cock. His other hand slid up my flat stomach to cup my breast. He squeezed the mound, holding it like he always would. It was like the last fifteen years hadn’t happened. That we were still in our home, our daughters asleep, trying not to make too much noise as we made love.

I savored it. I loved how he clenched his hand about my breast. How his thumb brushed my nipple. I moaned, working my hips faster and faster, savoring his cock’s girth as I pumped up and down on him, moving faster and harder, bringing myself closer and closer to exploding.

“You’re so beautiful, Tif!” he moaned.

“And you’re still handsome,” I gasped, my pussy clenching as I slammed down his dick. I ground my clit into his pubic bone.

“Would you marry me? Again?”

His eyes were locked on mine. The words made me shudder. I shuddered on his cock and happily gasped, “Oh yes! As soon as possible.”

Tears of joy ran down my cheeks as I rode my husband. I forced down the guilt at betraying the Sisters of Mary Magdalene and the Creator. I did it for Sean and for my family. I would do it again and again. They were all I needed.

I could sin. I could support Mark’s evil. Just so long as I had the love of my family.

What about the greater good? a part of me whispered. What about mankind?

I tossed back my head, riding my husband faster and faster. The pleasure bursting out of my pussy, from the depths of my womb, drowning it out. This was all that mattered. The friction of my pussy sliding up and down his cock sent me shuddering, mixing with the pleasure of his hands stroking me, his thumb caressing my nipple.

On every downstroke, I ground my clit into his pubic bone. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. My pleasure crashed over me swift, a titanic rush of passion that could drown out an entire symphony of guilt roaring inside of me.

“Yes, yes, yes, Sean,” I moaned. “I’m your wife again. Always. Love you. I love you so much.”

“Tif,” he groaned, face twisting as my spasming pussy worked up and down his cock. “Love you, too.”

His hips bucked up, thrusting his dick into the depths of my pussy. He groaned as his cum shot inside of me. I shuddered, drinking in the thrill of his seed flooding me. It was so wonderful. Even now, his eager sperm swam to my womb. Maybe an egg waited, and we would make a new life tonight.

An addition to our family.

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Thursday, June 27th, 2013 – Mark Glassner

“Mark…” the ethereal voice whispered, “Awaken…”

I stood in a field of wildflowers awaiting my Mary when the voice drifted to me. I frowned, blinking across the meadow, searching for the source. It called to me, wanting to lure me away from where I was supposed to wait for my Mary.

“Mark…” the voice whispered again. A woman’s voice. Not my Mary’s. I frowned. How did I get into a field? Why was I waiting for Mary here? Wasn’t I in Good Sam hospital?

I must be dreaming.

I must have fallen asleep in Xiu’s hospital room. I remembered sitting down, keeping an eye on my wounded slut. She was out of surgery now and would probably make it. The poor thing had lost her uterus because of the nun’s attack.

Another thing I had caused.

“Mark…”

I spotted a small, white bridal tent. The voice came from there. I realized where I was. Mary had been talking about our wedding plans as I fell asleep, describing the meadow where her parents were married on Mount Ranier, a field of flowers. The tent was where Mary should be. Was a dream version of Mary in there? Was it her voice I heard?

I had to find out.

I crossed the fields. Everything shifted in subtle ways as I walked. Whenever I looked away and looked back, things seemed different—the hues of the flowers, their shapes. The position of Mount Rainier looming overhead shifted. Even the tent changed. Sometimes the flap was open. Sometimes it was closed.

I reached it and stepped inside.

“Mark…” she whispered, her voice chiming like bells.

She stood in the tent, a beautiful woman, young, in her early twenties. Her skin was burnished bronze and her eyes were scarlet. Around her face and shoulders fell hair the same hue as her eyes. She wore a simple, white tunic, her large breasts straining against the plain fabric. At her waist hung a golden sword set with rubies. A soft smile graced her lips as she eyed me.

“Who are you?” I asked suspiciously.

“I am Azazel,” the woman answered.

Her tunic melted away, and she stood naked before me. Her breasts were large and perfectly shaped, her nipples hard and fat. Scarlet pubic hair hid her pussy as she walked towards me. She touched me, and I shuddered in pleasure.

It was like being touched by Lilith.

Somehow, I was on my back and she was straddling me, her pussy enveloping my cock. The feeling was so intense, an ecstasy of pleasure surged through me as my cock throbbed in her warm, wet depths. I groaned, my cum shooting into her the moment she bottomed out. She smiled in delight, shuddering atop me as she started riding my erupting cock.

“It has been so long since I have given a man the Ecstasy,” Azazel moaned in her melodic voice.

Ecstasy…

Through the fog of lust swamping my thoughts and the pleasure erupting from my dick as it kept spurting into the furnace of her pussy, I remembered where I heard that word spoken with such emphasis, like it was an important name instead of a common word. It was what Karen had called it when the Archangel Gabriel would come upon her and give her a mission.

The Ecstasy.

She described it as pure pleasure. I understood why. It was almost as overwhelming as the times I had experienced Lilith’s touch. My body wouldn’t stop cumming. I lost track of how many pulses of cum burst from the tip of my cock, flooding Azazel’s cunt.

The angel’s cunt.

It took me a moment to understand why she was even here. Then it hit me as I grunted and heaved, my hands groping the angel’s breasts. I had Tiffany’s Gift. I guess the other side could interact with me now.

Anger surged through me. Fuck that. They had caused me far too much pain and suffering for me to even think about listening to them or doing what they desired.

“What do you want, angel?” I spat, trying to fight the pleasure. Damn, it was hard. Her pussy was a silken glove and it was rapture as she slid it up and down my pussy.

Azazel laughed. “I am an angel. The Angel of Death, to be specific.”

“You’re a woman though,” I grunted, the pleasure boiling out of my balls. “I always thought the Angel of Death was some guy in a black robe.”

“Why would Death be a man?” she asked, breasts jiggling in my hands. She leaned over me, grinding her clit into my pubic bone as my dick kept erupting. “Life comes into this world from a woman. It is only fitting that life should leave this world the same way.”

I wanted to answer her, but it was so hard. She kept riding me, pleasuring me. I tossed my head, writhing in ecstasy while the angel gasped, her sweet voice ringing like a bell. My hands squeezed her breasts.

I couldn’t just lie here. I had to resist. Somehow.

“What do you want?” I demanded, fingers dug into her

“It is my job to teach and guide Shamans,” Azazel answered.

“What?”

“A Warlock who has been given the Gift of the Spirit. You are a Warlock no longer, but you are not quite a Priest. A monk as they are called these days. You are a Shaman, with both the powers of Paradise and Perdition.”

“This has happened before?” I asked in surprise.

“Oh, yes,” Azazel answered. “It is rare. There is a way for a Warlock to steal the Gift, of course. And Tiffany was hardly the first Priestess to give her Gift to a Warlock. In fact, the most famous Shaman of all would be King Solomon. When the Queen of Sheba was sent to exorcise him, the foolish woman fell in love with him and gave him her powers instead. Any questions?”

“Why would you want to help me?” I demanded. “I’m a Warlock. Your side has been attacking me since day one!”

“Perhaps I can temper your wickedness,” Azazel answered with a smile. “And maybe some good can come from your actions.” She twisted her hips, squeezing her angelic cunt as she slid down my cock and another blast of cum flooded up inside her. “Ohh, I love it when a mortal floods me with his seed. Maybe you’ll quicken a life in my womb!”

“What?” I asked in shock.

She threw back her head, a rich, chiming laughter peeled from her lips. “I can bear no child. Relax mortal. My field is not fertile.”

Could I have kids now? Mary wanted to have kids, but Karen told us a nun couldn’t get pregnant. It was one of the protections they were given. Mary would be crushed if I was sterile now. So I asked the angel as I rolled her nipples.

Azazel cocked her head. “Yes, you can. The Priestesses were given that protection because of the nature of their Prayers. Priests, on the other hand, have very different powers. Anything else, or shall we get started on your education?”

“No,” I snapped, the anger swelling. She was so presumptive that I wanted her help. And she invaded my dreams. She used me. Her pussy was ecstasy. I could become addicted to this. Maybe that was the point. I ripped my hands from her tits and snarled, “I don’t want anything to do with your side. My Chastity is dead because of your nuns!”

“Not my nuns,” Azazel pointed out. “Gabriel’s nuns.”

“I don’t care!” My balls erupted again. But my anger kept the pleasure from overwhelming me. “Your side can go fuck themselves.”

“Ooh, I’d rather fuck you,” Azazel panted. “Your cock feels so nice inside me.”

I grit my teeth as she rode me faster and faster. She arched her back, thrusting those magnificent breasts forward. She moaned in wanton delight as she came. Her cunt convulsed with heavenly bliss about my cock. I came the entire time. Every time her pussy clenched, my dick erupted. Stars danced before my eyes. It was rapture.

Ecstasy.

And I hated her for making me ache for her touch. I shuddered and groaned in relief when she rose from me. My cum spilled down her bronze thighs. Gasping for breath, I found myself moaning in disappointment that my dick was free of her pussy.

I used my anger to remind me of the truth—she was just trying to enslave me.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, Mark, just say my name and we can resume your education.”

“I won’t,” I promised.

Her mocking laugh followed me as I rose to wakefulness.

I came awake on a hospital chair, my neck sore, my pants soaked with cum. Mary stirred next to me, shifting her position on her chair, face relaxed in sleep. I panted from breath as I sat up, gasping and heaving. I ached for the angel. I wanted to call her name and—

“Master,” a soft voice whispered.

Xiu’s voice shot through my turmoil. My heart beat with hope as I looked up to see my Chinese slut staring at me, her head lolled to the side, her slanted eyes glossy but seeing. She was awake. She would survive. I didn’t get another of my women killed.

I stood up, took her hand, and kissed it. “Hi, Xiu.”

She smiled softly, her eyes closed, and she slipped back into sleep.

As I held her hand, I promised myself, and Chasity’s spirit, that I wouldn’t use Heaven’s power. Not after Desiree almost died the first time a nun attacked me. Korina had been shot, too, and this time Xiu was badly hurt along with plenty of my bodyguards. And Chastity and five of the bodyguards were dead.

“Fuck Heaven,” I snarled, a growling whisper as I stroked Xiu’s hand. Fuck their powers. I would hold onto the Gift and keep it from ever being used for their side again. I would deprive them of one of the few tools they still possessed.

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