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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 look to our Gods for a shining example of love. It is forever patient, forever kind. It is trusting and supportive. It unites and ties and binds whether two or a harem. Love is why we all are here. Nothing is more powerful than our Gods’ love.

—The Twin Sermons 2:5-6

Saturday, July 20th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Mount Rainier, WA

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of wildflowers as I stood on Paradise. July 20th had finally arrived.

The setting sun was warm and the breeze was cool, banishing the day’s heat. The air was wonderfully fresh, perfect. Mount Rainier reared up impossibly huge this close to the peak, dominating the eastern sky. Even in summer, the top of Mount Rainier remained white and blue from its many glaciers. A small dome of clouds covered the top of the mountain.

They were the only clouds in the sky.

Butterflies swirled in my stomach as we all waited on Mary, my eyes drifting to her bridal tent. It was just like with my dream of Azrael. Only this was real.

I had never been so dressed up before. I wore a black tux, a purple bowtie choking my throat and a purple cummerbund cinched about my waist. The dress shoes pinched my toes. Mary chose purple to complement the flower arrangements.

Well, the wedding was always about the bride, not the groom.

My best man, Quatch, stood beside me. I hadn’t seen much of my friends. I had been busy since I made my Pact. We managed to squeeze in one game of D&D the week before. My friends had paraded their sex slaves that night, thrilled to have their own sexy women to serve them this time. For today, Quatch had trimmed his beard and even gotten a haircut. The big guy looked almost handsome in his tux. I had never seen him in clothes that fit before. Beyond Quatch were my groomsmen: Chris, Tom, and Karl. All three wore matching tuxes, and the same unflattering bow ties and cummerbunds that I wore.

These four guys were my friends before I became famous.

I took a deep breath. It had been three weeks since the attack and no disasters had happened. No nuns had attacked us with armed men, no government agencies had raided my house, and no Lilith had tried to mess things up.

Most importantly, no one had died.

Memories of Chastity flashed through my mind. I glanced at the seats where the sluts sat, wishing Chastity was with them. The sluts looked beautiful in their dresses. Korina sat smiling in a green dress. Next to her, Violet and April were holding hands. Today, Violet wore a cute, pink dress and April a cloud-blue, frilly thing. Jessica looked stunning in a black, tight dress as she sat next to Lillian. She looked sexy as hell in an artfully-ripped, gauzy black dress. Xiu’s large breasts were positively spilling out of the flowery, pink dress she wore. Alison and Desiree wore complementing purple dresses, their arms wrapped around each other. They both still beamed from their wedding last weekend.

What was taking Mary so long?

I stood before the crowd. All their eyes on me as we waited. I wanted to be married to Mary, ached for it. And these dress shoes were really pinching my toes while I sweated through my jacket. I kept glancing back to the bridal tent where Mary and her bridesmaids were gathered, wishing they would hurry up.

I was eager to see my sweet filly walking down the aisle in her beautiful dress.

I had already seen her in the dress. We spent an hour taking the wedding photos earlier today. More than a few of the gossip shows and tabloid rags had sent their paparazzi to photograph us in addition to our private pictures. Of course, Mary had looked stunning in her dress. It was snow-white with a lacy bodice which wrapped around her torso ending at the skirt. That was made of all these layers of ruffles that gave her skirt this bell shape. Her veil covered her whole head, draping across her shoulders and cleavage. She carried a bouquet of white and pink flowers, with a few purple flowers here and there for a splash of vibrancy. The same flowers lined the aisle on plinths and more petals were strewn across a white carpet that had been laid down over the field.

Our friends and families were seated on plastic, folding chairs. I had spent the last week talking to all our guests on the phone, making sure that there wouldn’t be any issues. I gave them a few, simple commands: to find any sex that they might witness to be perfectly normal, to be open to having sex at the reception, and to not feel any jealousy if their spouse or significant other chose to indulge themselves. Oh, and to leave the children at home.

This was an adult wedding.

Once our guests returned home, they would return to their normal behavior and remember the wedding fondly. With Mary’s family, I also had to prepare them for Tiffany’s return, especially since she now looked eighteen. Our bodyguards, led by 51, searched all of our guests and the staff for any weapons, just in case a nun had gotten to them. There were a still a few out there, maybe five left in the whole world, but that was enough to cause plenty of mischief. And I wouldn’t have this special day ruined.

“What is taking so long?” I muttered.

“She has to be perfect, man,” Quatch said. “Relax.”

I looked again, sweeping over the crowd. Mary’s side was far more crowded than mine. It turned out, she had quite the extended family. With a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and both sets of grandparents. Her father alone had five brothers and sisters all of whom had kids. And a number of those female cousins were quite the lookers. I was excited to get to know a few of them more intimately during the reception. On top of that, Mary had a lot of friends from high school who showed up.

My side had my dad’s brother, Uncle Aaron, his wife Dee, and their two kids, Aaron Jr. and Laura. Next to Laura was her husband. I knew they just had a child named Astrid, left at home with a babysitter. My mom’s family consisted of my grandma, my fat Aunt Toni and her sons, Ray and Bobby. We seated the sluts on my side to make it look a little less one-sided, along with Cynthia and Vivian, who were at Mary’s coffee shop when I walked in and used my new powers. We had a hot foursome that morning.

And Vivian was carrying my child, so that made her practically family.

I caught Tiffany’s eyes and looked away. Anger surged in me. I still hadn’t forgiven Mary’s mother for getting Chastity and six of my bodyguards killed. Mary and I had a huge fight when she wanted me to go to her parents’ second wedding last week. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but I doubt I ever could.

Chasity was dead because of her.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my anger with Tiffany making the waiting even more unbearable. These damned shoes really pinched. “What is taking so long?”

I had to calm down. I needed something to relieve my stress. Or someone.

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Mary Sullivan

I was freaking out.

“Where’s my locket?” I asked as I grabbed at my throat for the third time, desperately feeling for the gold chain. I knew that it wasn’t there, I had already felt twice, but rational thoughts like that were hard to hang onto when you were in a panic.

Somehow, my locket had slipped off from around my neck. It was heart-shaped, made of silver, with a pink rose sculpted onto the front. I couldn’t lose it. Mark gave it to me that first day he claimed me while we were romping through the mall. For the last fifteen minutes, my bridesmaids and I had been tearing the bridal tent apart trying to find it. I needed it.

I couldn’t leave the tent and walk down the aisle without it.

My older sister Shannon was digging through a box while Antsy and Missy were searching the floor of the bridal tent. I needed to stay calm. If I started crying, my mascara would run, and I would look like a frightful mess on my wedding day.

“Please, please, please!” I begged over and over, fighting back the tears.

“Here it is!” Alice shouted in triumph. I sighed in relief as my maid of honor held up the silver locket. “It fell behind the chair.”

After I healed Alice a few weeks ago, she had talked with her husband, Dean. She confessed her adultery to him. “I felt so guilty that I had been such a bad wife while Dean was being all attentive and loving since I got hurt,” Alice had later told me. “I just wanted to drive him away so I could wallow in my misery. Only, when I told him that I cheated on him, he was hurt, but he didn’t leave. For the first time, since, well, since forever, I guess, we talked. And it was nice.”

They were in marriage counseling now, trying to work through their problems.

The news of Alice’s healing spread through the hospital and soon it was all over the news along with Mark curing Xiu and half the bodyguards that were still in the hospital. It garnered more attention for us, more talk shows, more interviews, more chances to educate the people of the world on what mattered.

And something wonderful had come of it. An idea that Mark had. For the last two Thursdays, Mark and I have been healing the sick at Good Sam Hospital. It was nice to finally do something helpful and selfless with our powers.

“Thank you,” I breathed as Alice handed me the locket.

I put it around my neck and secured the clasp. I do not know how it fell off my neck, the clasp seemed to be just fine. I was so relieved to feel it dangling between my breasts again that I didn’t care why it had fallen off. I had it back. I was ready now.

I lowered my veil and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s get this started. We’ve held them up enough, right?”

Missy popped her head out the tent flap then ducked back in, smiling. “Um, maybe in a few minutes, Mary.”

I frowned and wondered what Mark was doing? Then an amused smile crossed my lips. No, I should be wondering who Mark was doing. I considered the candidates. One of the sluts, maybe? Or was it Rose Cunningham, who was officiating our wedding? Or maybe his mother, Sandy? Certainly not my mom. Mark was still angry with her over Chastity’s death.

I missed Chastity, too, but my mom was used by the angels. And she felt so guilty over all the deaths she caused.

I moved to the flap, Missy holding it aside, eager to see who my groom was fucking on our wedding day. Mark and I had such a wicked relationship.

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Mark Glassner

The best way to relieve anger was to fuck.

And I needed to fuck. I needed to calm down. This was my wedding day. I wouldn’t get married to Mary while angry at her mother. I glanced around. Who should I grab? The sluts? Any one of them would be eager to be bent over the altar and…

My gaze stopped at Rose Cunningham. As one of our two high priestesses, she was officiating our wedding. The eighteen-year-old hottie wore a simple, black dress, that was very low-cut. I found myself admiring her cleavage. She had a nice, round pair of breasts that filled out the bodice.

Rose saw my stare and flushed happily, her hand playing with the end of her long, golden braid.

“Are you wearing panties?” I asked Rose.

The barely legal slut beamed at me. “Of course not, my Lord. I follow all the teachings.” Rose’s fingers pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing her blonde bush to me and the wedding guests. “Panties should only be worn to excite your lover or when your period is upon you. Otherwise, a pussy should be free and ready to be entered,” Rose quoted.

I had modified my original command. I hadn’t considered periods.

“You definitely look ready to be entered,” I smiled, seeing the sunlight glistening on the dew gathered on blonde curls.

“I always am around you, my Lord,” she breathed.

“Then bend that cute ass over the altar. I have some pent-up energy to release.”

“Yes, my Lord.” Rose bent over the altar, holding her skirt up, exposing her tight, young ass. “I am ready for my Lord’s pleasure.”

“Jesus,” Quatch muttered, earning a glare from Rose. “Wish I was a God.”

I grinned at Quatch as I moved behind Rose and unbuttoned my pants. The audience was growing restless as the wait for Mary dragged on, and no one objected to what I was doing, thanks to my commands. A few watched with interest. Alison gave me a thumbs up before kissing her new wife, Desiree, hard, passionate.

Alison was insatiable.

“Oh, my God!” Rose moaned as I entered her tight pussy. She was so wet and juicy.

I shuddered, my back arching, looking around at the crowd as I fucked the slut on my wedding day while waiting on my lovely bride. I caught Rose’s sister-wife Daisy’s envious face as she watched her twin getting fucked.

Daisy and Rose drew straws to see who would get to officiate our wedding, and Daisy was clearly disappointed that she lost.

Rose moaned, “Fuck me, my Lord! Oh, fuck my juicy cunt!”

“Such a juicy cunt,” I groaned. “Wet and ready to take her God’s cock.”

“Always, my Lord!”

I pounded her tight cunt hard and fast. I savored how tight she was. How willing she was. Daisy and Rose worshiped us because they knew we were better than normal humans. Mary and I were special. We had powers. We would change the world together.

My balls ached and swung as I fucked her tight cunt, the friction rushing through me. I grabbed her blonde braid and pulled her head back. Her pussy clenched as I stared at her face in profile, her eyes closed tight with pleasure, her mouth open wide as she moaned and panted.

“Scream out how much you love my cock, slut,” I snarled, my anger flowing out of me with every stroke of my hips, absorbed by her tight snatch.

“I love it so much,” moaned Rose. “It is the best cock in the world. Divine! Every woman should yearn for this dick. It will give them such pleasure. Every woman in the world should spread their thighs and pray for your embrace.”

“Yes,” I groaned, loving her words as I savored her tight, juicy cunt.

My dick throbbed in her depths. The pressure built in my balls. I growled as I saw movement at the bridal tent. Missy popped her head out for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of her mischievous smile before she ducked back in.

Then I saw the flap move again, someone else peeking out. My naughty filly.

I yanked hard on Rose’s braid as I slammed into her cunt hard and fast. My balls smacked into her clit. Her juices flooded out of her. She was dripping wet as she moaned and bucked back into me. All these people watching, envious. I had such power.

“Yes, yes! Fuck my naughty pussy!” Rose was screaming. “Oh, yes! I love your cock, my Lord. Your big, hard cock is making my unworthy cunt feel so good! I’m gonna cum, my Lord!”

“Do it,” I growled “Let me feel that eighteen-year-old snatch spasm on my dick. Milk out every drop of my cum!”

“Yes, my Lord!”

Rose’s back arched as she came, her hips slamming back into me. I enjoyed the silky grip of her cunt milking my cock. Her flesh writhed about my dick. The friction increased. My back arched. So much pleasure shuddered through me as she begged me for my cum, eager to be flooded by all my jizz.

I groaned, my balls boiling. I thrust harder into her barely legal pussy, gripping her slim hips. I drove my cock rapidly in and out of her. My balls boiled over with lust. I grit my teeth and slammed into her.

My cock erupted.

I filled her young cunt full of my cum. Every pulse sent wonderful delight rushing through me. I groaned, savoring it. I loved cumming. There was nothing better than my dick spurting and the pleasure hammering me.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, I needed that.”

“I’m so glad to serve you with my cunt, my Lord,” Rose moaned, wiggling her hips as my cock softened.

I pulled out of Rose. She smoothed her skirt back down her ass, a happy smile painted on her face. I fastened up and turned to the bridal tent. The bridal party was spilling out of the tent. It looked like Mary was ready to walk down the aisle.

The band started playing. Two of Mary’s cousins—a pair of fraternal, eighteen-year-old twins named Matti and Drew—walked the aisle. They were the flower girl and ring bearer, respectively. They were older than normal, but no children were allowed at this wedding. Matti looked so cute as she walked forward, her dress cut low to show off her budding breasts. She sprinkled flowers on the aisle with a dignified air, trying to act older than eighteen. Drew tried to walk with a stately pace as he held the pillow with the wedding bands, but it was ruined by his lanky, gangly body.

They were followed by Alice, Shannon, Missy, and Antsy. They all looked beautiful in their bridesmaid’s dresses. Particularly Shannon and Missy. Their red hair made quite a splash against the cream dresses. Alice looked at me, and for the first time there wasn’t jealousy in those eyes.

I was also relieved that she didn’t pull out a gun when she reached the altar.

She took her place as Mary’s maid of honor, with Shannon, Missy, and Antsy lining up beside her. Missy flashed me a naughty grin and gave me a thumbs up. My sister Antsy winked at me and mouthed, “Horndog.”

I grinned back at her.

And then the traditional wedding march played and everyone “Oohhed” and “Aahhed” when Mary stepped out of the bridal tent.

My heart almost stopped.

I had seen her in the dress just a few hours ago as we posed for photos, but this was different. Now she was my bride walking down the aisle to marry me. Her emerald eyes found mine through her thin veil, and the smile that covered her face was breathtaking, producing the delightful dimples in her cheeks. Clutched in her hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers, white and pink with a few purple flowers for a splash of brilliant color. Sean, her father, took her arm, and they walked slowly up the aisle. The setting sun lit Mary’s dress with an orange hue and, for a moment, she looked like an angel aglow with radiant power.

I forgot how to breathe in the eternity it took for her to walk down the aisle.

“Take care of my daughter,” Sean said when they reached me, extending his hand.

“I will, sir,” I said, our hands shaking, his grip firm.

Sean handed Mary off to me. Alice held Mary’s bouquet as I took my fiancee’s hands. They were soft and gentle. I squeezed them as her flowery perfume filled my nose and left me feeling light-headed. We stared into each other’s eyes as Rose began her marriage ceremony. Mary’s eyes were deep green and full of love.

I could happily stare into them forever.

Rose gave a sermon on the importance of love and the beauty of two people sharing their lives together, the words rolling through my mind. I couldn’t grasp them, too focused on my fiancee. But I did notice that Rose didn’t sound nervous at all considering she was marrying her Gods.

“Rose’s first sermon was even more passionate,” Mary whispered quietly as Rose preached. “Such a screamer.”

I smiled. “I got bored.”

“That’s my horny stallion.” Mary giggled silently, trying not to let her body shake too much. “Sorry for the holdup. I thought I lost my locket.” My eyes glanced down to the silver, heart-shaped locket nestled in her beautiful cleavage. I gave it to her on our first day together.

“I’m just so happy to marry you,” I answered. “I would have suffered hours of delays.”

She smiled warmly at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back at my beautiful bride.

Rose’s sermon went on for about ten more minutes before finally reaching the important part. “Our Gods have written their own vows,” Rose stated as Quatch passed us the wedding bands. They were simple, golden bands. Inscribed on the inside of each ring was one simple word: “Forever.”

I took Mary’s hand and placed the ring just at the tip of her finger. Mary took a deep breath, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke: “Mark, you changed my life the day you walked into my work. You captured my heart and loved me enough to set me free. And I loved you enough to come back. I want to be with you every day of our lives. The good days and the bad. Forever at your side.”

My hand trembled as I slid the wedding band all the way onto her finger up against her engagement ring, the black, smoky diamond shining with reflected sunlight, both dark and bright at the same time.

Mary took my wedding band and held my hand, smiling expectantly at me. “That was beautiful, Mare.”

She blushed beneath her veil, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.

I grinned at her, continuing my vows, “I was captivated the moment I saw you the day I walked into your work. I never thought I would meet someone who could love me with all her heart the way you have. You are all I will ever need. From now, until the end of time. You are all I need, my love.”

Mary was crying and smiling as she slid my wedding band onto my finger. A tremble went through me as the ring slipped over the last knuckle, sealing me to her.

“By the powers invested in me by my Gods and the State of Washington,” Rose announced, her voice breathy with excitement, “I now pronounce my Gods man and wife.”

Everyone clapped at Rose’s pronouncement. My hands trembled as I lifted my wife’s veil ever so gently. Her lips quivered as we stared at one another, and then my arms wrapped around her slim body and pulled her to me.

Our lips met and time seemed to stop.

Everything faded away as I kissed my wife and felt her body pressed to me. Her lips tasted sweet, and my nose was filled with the heady scent of her flowery perfume and the faint, coconut smell of her shampoo. Her soft hand stroked my cheek. Her dress was silky smooth beneath my hand. Fire beat in my heart. I held the kiss for as long as I could, my lungs burning with air, her lips moving with mine.

And then, at an unspoken agreement, we broke our first kiss as man and wife.

We breathlessly turned to face our families and friends. Everyone was standing, applauding, sharing in our joy. I had a foolish grin on my lip as I stared at them, my bride at my side, the flavor of her lips lingering on mine.

“Mark,” Mary whispered. “Let me take your arm.”

“Right,” I said, still a little dazed from the kiss.

I held out my arm and Mary hooked her around it. We walked slowly down the aisle, passed the grinning men and the teary-eyed women. They showered us with rice, the kernels falling about us, getting stuck in our hair and sliding down the front and back of my shirt. Mary laughed as they tumbled through her veil and auburn hair.

We were married.

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