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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 Living Gods brought love to the City of Lights, showering the Parisians in passion as They celebrated their holy matrimony.

—The First Book of Vivian 17:01

Monday, July 22nd – Mark Glassner – Paris, France

“That was delicious,” I groaned, pushing back the plate.

The young waitress, a dark-haired girl with pale skin, came up to me. Her nametag read Amelie. “I am so glad you enjoyed my father’s cooking.”

“I did,” I said, glancing around the small restaurant we ate at. Our bodyguards waited outside as we dined in here. It was the best food we had eaten at since arriving in Paris since yesterday. “My compliments to him.” My eyes trailed down her back to her ass clad in the tight, black pants she wore. “Invite him out here so I can say it to him in person.”

Mary, my new wife, smiled at me. “What are you up to?”

I winked at her. “I think her father deserves a special treat for preparing us this meal.”

She laughed. Our two-week-long honeymoon in Europe was off to a great start. We had spent most of the day in the Louvre, Mary gushing over all the paintings while I fucked more than a few sexy tourists, including a mother and her daughter. Art wasn’t my thing, but it made Mary so happy to see it all in person.

She hardly had time to paint any longer. Which was a shame, because she was the best. She had been so embarrassed when I hung up her painting of Mount Rainier in the living room. She claimed it wasn’t good enough. But it was perfect.

Amelie appeared with her father, an older man in a white chef’s jacket. He had a friendly smile on his face. “My daughter says you enjoyed your meal.”

“It was delightful,” Mary purred, her eyes glancing at Amelie. “Almost as delightful as your daughter.”

The girl blushed.

“Yes, she is my pride and joy,” the man grinned, giving his daughter a quick hug. “My sweet Amelie. I will miss her dearly when she goes off to university. It won’t seem as bright in here.”

“Oh, you will find some girl prettier than me to wait tables,” Amelie giggled as she gathered up our plates. She whisked them off.

“Ah, but how could they replace my beautiful daughter?” The man shrugged. “So, what brings you to Paris?”

“Our honeymoon,” Mary said.

We reached over the table to take each other’s hands. Mary’s wedding ring flashed, the diamond made of a dark rock, a smoky diamond I thought perfect for her. I brushed it with my thumb then lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles.

“Meriveilleux,” he clapped. “This calls for a celebration.”

“It does,” I grinned as Amelie appeared. “Is your daughter a virgin?”

“Well, of course she is,” the man said, blinking. Then he frowned at me. “Though I don’t see what business it is to you.”

Mary grinned at me, her green eyes flashing. “Let’s find out. Amelie, bend over the table, pull down your pants and panties.”

The girl’s aura went jet black. She hastened to obey even as her father’s jaw dropped. She bent over the table then unzipped and unfastened her black pants. She wiggled them off, exposing a pair of cream colored panties that clung to her ass. I licked my lips, standing up and moving to the father.

“Now, this is how we celebrate,” I told him. “You’re about to see your daughter’s beautiful cunt. Enjoy.”

“But…” the man objected. And then his daughter yanked down her panties, exposing a neatly trimmed black bush adorning her pussy.

“You are getting so hot and wet, Amelie,” Mary told her. My naughty filly reached over and rubbed at Amelie’s pussy. “Oh, yes, just so hot, aching for my husband’s cock to fuck you.”

“Fuck!” The father turned to me, eyes wide.

“Watch and enjoy,” I told him. “You want me to fuck your daughter and find out if she’s a virgin. So ask me.”

The man blinked as my commands wrapped about him. He shuddered. “Would you fuck my daughter and find out if she’s a virgin?”

“Yes,” Amelie moaned, so wet and hot from Mary’s commands. “I need him in me.”

“Her pussy awaits,” Mary grinned. “Enjoy her.”

“Not as much as I’ll enjoy you,” I grinned at her. “Up on the Eiffel Tower.”

Mary shuddered and seized my cock, guiding me to Amelie’s pussy. I groaned as Mary rubbed me through her silky folds. It was so exciting with the girl’s father watching. Other patrons gasped in shock, standing up.

“Sex is never a bad thing,” Mary said. “So sit and enjoy the show. You don’t have a problem with any public sex.”

I grinned at her. I loved having an audience.

My dick throbbed against Amelie’s hot pussy. I found her opening but didn’t feel a hymen. I thrust into her depths She was tight, but not virgin tight. I groaned anyways as I sank into her depths, bringing a moan from the girl.

“Sorry,” I grunted, glancing over my shoulder at her father. “She wasn’t a virgin. Your daughter’s a slut.”

“Yes,” Mary moaned.

“I bet she’s eaten pussy before,” I grinned. “Mary, want to find out?”

“Oh, yes, I do.”

My wife hiked up her skirt as she climbed onto the table, her legs spread wide. She exposed her shaved pussy, a heart of fiery hair adorning her pubic mound, and brought Amelia’s face to her pussy as I fucked the girl’s hot, tight cunt.

“Eat my pussy,” Mary moaned and then shuddered. Her eyes lit up and dimples danced on her freckled cheeks as she smiled. “Oh, Mark, she’s no novice at pussy licking. She’s done this before, too.”

“Your daughter is turning out to be a slut,” I grunted, my dick aching as I reamed over and over into her depths.

“Amelie,” he groaned “Is this true. Are you a salope?”

“Sorry, Pére,” she moaned, her pussy clenching. “Oh, yes, yes, fuck my pussy. Oh, your cock is so good. I’m sorry, Pére. Please don‘t watch but… his cock feels so good, and her pussy…” She licked through Mary’s snatch. “Delicious.”

I reamed into her hot cunt, my balls swinging, the friction sending pleasure radiating through my body. I groaned, holding her hips, thrusting hard into her and pressing her face into Mary’s snatch. My wife—how I loved calling her that—moaned, her auburn hair dancing about her beautiful face as she humped away.

The table groaned and creaked with every thrust. My wife gasped and ground against Amelia’s hungry mouth, pleasure crossing her face. Her spasming legs knocked off the bread basket as delicious pleasure crossed her face.

“You are getting so turned on,” I grunted. “All the people watching you.”

“Especially the girl’s father,” Mary moaned, a shudder of pleasure crossing her face.

“Naughty filly.”

Her grin grew. “So naughty. But, Mark, if you want to find out if she really is a slut, fuck her ass. Find out if it’s cherry or not.”

“You have the best ideas.”

“I did marry you.”

“I proposed.”

She giggled and nodded. “Fuck her ass. Find out just how slutty she is. While her father watches.”

I groaned, glancing at the man. He stared at his daughter, unable to look away. Amelia shuddered as my dick pulled out of her cunt. I slid my dripping shaft up between those plump butt-cheeks, pressing between them and finding her puckered sphincter.

“What do you say?” I grinned at her dad. “Do you think she’s got a virgin ass?”

“I… I don’t know,” he groaned.

I thrust.

Amelia howled into Mary’s pussy.

My cock sank into her hot, tight bowels. The flesh engulfed my dick. Hot and tight, so velvety. I groaned, my back arching as I enjoyed every moment of sliding into her bowels’ depths. I groaned, my body shaking.

She was so tight. So good. So hot. I groaned out my pleasure as I drew back and slammed in again and again. There was no way she had a virgin ass. The slut had taken a cock back here before. Her hips moved, her moans so loud.

“Nope, not even a virgin ass,” I panted. “But, I hear the French love it up the ass.”

“Oui!” Amelia moaned, her bowels clenching so hard.

The slut came. She moaned out in French as her bowels spasmed about my dick. I thrust into her asshole, my hand pressing her face into Mary’s snatch, making sure she kept licking as the pleasure burned through her.

“Your daughter’s cumming on my dick. What a slut,” I groaned, slamming into her, my groin smacking into her butt-cheeks, my balls thwacking hard. “Damn, she’s tight. I’m going to flood her asshole.”

“Do it,” Mary moaned. “Flood her, Mark. Fill her up. Get her nice and ready for the other customers.”

“Oh, my naughty filly!”

I drove into Amelia’s asshole, my pleasure bursting. Mary shuddered, cumming on the slut’s lips as I drove my dick into Amelia’s asshole. I groaned, savoring how tight her bowels were. The pressure swelled in my balls.

I exploded.

“Take my cum, slut,” I panted, slamming into her asshole.

Her bowels milked my cock as I shuddered. She drew out every last drop. It made me shudder and sway. My eyes rolled back into my head as I gripped her hips. My cock pulsed cum into her asshole as I stared into Mary’s green eyes.

What a honeymoon. We would fuck our way across Europe. We would have so much damned fun before we went home. I grunted as the last load of my cum erupted into Amelia’s asshole. Pleasure surging through me, I leaned over and kissed my wife hard on the lips.

Mary seized my short hair, holding on tight as our tongues danced. She moaned, shuddering as her orgasm peaked. The kiss softened as her pleasure died. She broke it, her green eyes shining with naughty passion.

I pulled my dick out of Amelia’s asshole, glancing at her father. “Well, sir, your daughter is such a whore, she wants you to fuck her.”

“I do,” Amelia gasped as my words struck her. The girl would think she just realized it. “Fuck me, Pére!”

“Fuck your daughter and love every moment of it,” I told the man. “No one should ever feel guilty for fucking another, even if they are related.”

And then her father was undoing his pants.

“Every other guy, line up to fuck her ass,” Mary giggled. “And women, line up to have her lick your pussies.”

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Mary Glassner

I grinned as I slid off the table, the guys queuing up to fuck Amelia after her father finished using her. “You are such a slut,” I told the girl. “You love it when any man or woman uses your body. It makes you feel so wonderful.”

“It does,” Amelia moaned, her hips rocking back, then she moaned to her father in French.

I reached Mark and knelt before him. He frowned at me. “Mare, it was just in her ass.”

“I know,” I told him, seizing his cock. I could smell her sour musk, making me shudder. I was such a slut, too.

“Let me get 51 or another bodyguard to clean my dick,” he grunted.

I shook my head. “I want to clean my husband’s dick of that slut’s ass.”

The look in his blue eyes made my heart flutter. He grinned, “Damn, I love you, Mare.”

I didn’t have to kneel, to prostrate, myself before him. I wasn’t his slut, but his wife, his partner, his equal. I chose to do this out of love. And I could see it in his blue eyes that he knew. His boyish smile brought one to my lips.

This man was the horniest man in the world. He could have any woman, and he chose to love me instead of dominate me. He chose to share his power with me instead of keeping it all to himself. I loved him more and more every day.

So I licked his cock from the base, his balls nudging my chin, up to the crown. I savored Amelia’s sour bowels the entire length, shuddering at the nasty thrill of cleaning her ass from his cock. I reached the crown, swirling about the tip, loving how he moaned my name.

“Mare!”

Such love, such desire.

“That’s it, Mare. Damn, I married one naughty filly.”

“The naughtiest,” I giggled before sucking on the tip of his cock like a lollipop.

He groaned louder each time my cheeks hollowed. My tongue swirled, gathering the sour musk. It slowly faded as I enjoyed his cock. I slid my mouth farther down, bobbing and sucking, eager to give him as much pleasure as possible.

And he loved every moment of it. He groaned, shaking and shuddering. His hands clenched before he ran his fingers through my auburn hair. He didn’t seize me like a slut, holding my mouth in place, he just stroked me, savored the feel of my hair as he enjoyed my sucking mouth.

I swirled my tongue, cleaning the sour musk before sliding more and more of his dick into my mouth. He brushed the back of my throat. I had swallowed this cock so many times. It was easy. I hardly even gagged as my tongue savored the sour flavor.

“Damn,” Mark grunted, glancing over at the cook fucking his daughter hard. “This is the best woman in the world. She’s a goddess.”

“Oui,” the cook groaned.

“She tasted divine,” Amelia moaned, licking her pussy-stained lips as she lifted her mouth from a dark-haired woman’s snatch.

I shuddered, closing my eyes as my lips reached the base of Mark’s cock. I had every inch of him. I swirled my tongue about his dick’s base, cleaning off the last of the girl’s ass while I breathed through my nose. I hummed, vibrating my vocal cords for his pleasure. It crossed his face.

Then I slid my mouth back up his dick slowly, sucking hard for every inch. That made his hands tighten in my hair, gripping tight as the pleasure burned through him. I pulled back until only the tip remained in my mouth, bathing it with my tongue, savoring the texture, the taste of his precum.

“Mare!”

Amelia gasped out in French behind him, cumming on her father’s dick, moaning into the woman’s snatch.

A taboo thrill shot through me. Lust surged. I bobbed my mouth hard and frantic on his cock, sucking, swirling, pleasuring him. I wanted him to explode. I wanted him to feel like a god. I was his goddess. He deserved the best blowjob ever.

My fingers found his heavy balls, covered by his curly hair. I massaged them, my pussy clenching. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed faster and faster, my nose nuzzling into his pubic hair. I shuddered as I sucked so damned hard.

“Mare! You naughty filly! Oh, fuck!”

I stared up at him, begging with my eyes.

He gave me what I wanted.

His cum spurted into my mouth. Hot, salty, thick cream. I groaned as it splashed through my mouth. My pussy clenched. My juices trickled down my thighs. I loved that feeling. So naughty and wanton.

He grunted with every blast. I swallowed his cum, not spilling a single drop of my horny stallion’s jizz. It poured down my throat to my belly. I sighed, letting it warm there, my eyes fluttering. A hot wave shuddered through me.

Then I popped my mouth off his dick. “Mmm, I love you, Mark.”

“I love you, too, Mare,” he panted.

“You’re just saying that because I gave you the best blowjob ever,” I giggled.

“The fucking best.” He shuddered. “Sit on the table. Let me eat you. Your pussy must be on fire.”

I rose and pressed against him. “Save it for the Eiffel Tower.”

I kissed him hard, loving the feel of him against me. He didn’t care that there was cum on my mouth. He would never kiss another woman who had just drunk his jizz. But he loved me too much to be bothered by it. His hands squeezed my ass through my skirt, my pussy juices dribbling down my thighs.

I broke the kiss. “Come on. Let’s go. The police are waiting.”

Mark grinned and held out his arm to mine. We strolled out of the restaurant, Amelia receiving her first load of incestuous cum behind us. We stepped out onto the street. 51 and the other bodyguards formed up around us. They looked so sexy in their uniforms, the amulets dangling into their cleavage flashing in the setting sun.

Sam came through right before our honeymoon, cracking the issue with her protection spell. “The amulet needed to be on a person,” she laughed. “We were being so careful and testing on mannequins, so I didn’t realize the magic needed a person to protect. Not a statue.”

It would give them same protection as if they wore body armor. Mark and I probably should wear them, too, but it was depressing having to guard against being shot. We had to do something about all the violence in the world. Then people wouldn’t need protection like this.

I leaned my hand on his shoulder and strolled down the Paris street like any other newlywed couple, just enjoying it while ignoring our bodyguard’s scanning eyes and the cries of our followers streaming in the streets behind us.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I wrapped my arms about my new wife as we stared out at Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower.

Below, huge crowds had gathered, just like they had at our hotel room. On one side were the Believers, and on the other side the protesters. In-between were the Paris police. I was glad I made a few calls before we left for Europe to get local police under our control. They had been extremely helpful in keeping the crowds back as we played tourists in Paris. To end our day, we had the police close the Eiffel Tower so that we could enjoy it in peace.

It was beautiful up here. Paris stretched out before us. The Seine wound through city as its evening lights turned on, driving back the night. It was a gorgeous, romantic view of tree-lined boulevards that glowed green and magnificent landmarks shining brightly: the Arc de Triomphe, the glass pyramid of the Louvre, Notre Dame rearing up in all its Gothic majesty, and many other beautiful buildings and churches.

But it all paled compared to the beauty of my wife nestled in my arms.

I brushed her auburn hair off her pale neck and kissed the nape of her neck below her ear. I wanted to please her like she had pleased me at the restaurant. I didn’t owe her an orgasm. She sucked my cock clean out of love, and you didn’t repay love with obligation. I wanted to give her an orgasm. To give her pleasure.

Always.

“Mmm,” she murmured, wiggling in my arms. “Don’t stop, Mark.”

I nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her ear. I slipped my hand down and rubbed her silky thigh below her short skirt. My hand moved higher, feeling her heat grow. She squirmed in my arms, letting out another sigh.

“Do you like it when I do this, Mare” I asked as I moved my hand up under her skirt and gently teased her smooth pussy.

“I do,” she purred. Her ass swayed and rubbed pleasantly against my hardening cock. She gasped as my finger brushed her clit. “I like it a lot.”

I slowly diddled her clit with my finger while my other hand moved up her side and found her perky breast. I gave it a squeeze through her bodice. I loved the feel of her tit, but the blouse was in the way. Grinding into her ass, I pulled the strap of her dress off her shoulder. My lips kissed as I pushed her bodice down so I could play with her bare breast.

Mary moaned in appreciation as my fingers found her hard nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. I rolled it, loving the feel between my fingers. I kissed at her neck, breathing in her perfume. She smelled delicious.

“Mmm, that feels great, Mark,” Mary moaned.

“It’s about to get better,” I whispered.

“Such a boast,” she moaned, her voice so wanton. I still diddled her clit with my other hand, her nub throbbing on it. “Prove it.”

“I will,” I told her.

I slid my finger rubbing on her clit lower, sliding through her shaved pussy lips. I savored the heat as I brought the heel of my hand against her nub. I ground on it, making her squirm. Then I slowly pushed two fingers up inside her wet pussy. Her flesh engulfed me. So warm and soft and silky.

My cock throbbed in envy.

I pumped my fingers in and out, not fast, letting her savor the feeling while grinding the heel of my hand on her clit. My other fingers rolled and played with her nipples. I kept sucking and nuzzling at her neck, loving how she trembled in my arms as she leaned on the railing, Paris spread out before us.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she purred. “Mmm, I guess it wasn’t an empty boast.”

“I never boast about pleasuring you.” My dick throbbed so hard as she rubbed her ass back into me. I wanted to fuck her.

Not yet. First, she had to cum.

I pumped my fingers faster and faster, driving into her silky depths. She clenched on me as her moans sang out to the City of Lights. Her juices poured out, dripping around my digits, her spicy, sweet musk mixing with her perfume.

I licked up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe. She shivered, pussy clenching again on my digits. I thrust them deep, stirring around in her depths. My other fingers pulled on her nipple, bringing sharp gasps from her lips.

“You like that?” I whispered.

“You know I do,” my wife gasped. “Finger fuck me, Mark! Mmm, make your naughty filly cum! I was so horny on the walk here, my pussy juices dripping down my thighs, keeping me aching and ready for this.”

“Gladly, Mare,” I whispered, curling my fingers in her pussy, searching for her G-spot.

I knew her body so well. She gasped when I found it. I massaged my fingers on it, savoring how she trembled and shivered in my arm. I kept nibbling on her ear, my fingers rolling her nipple. She deserved every ounce of pleasure she could take. I ground the heel of my hand hard on her clit.

And felt her stiffen and tremble.

Her orgasm neared. I could tell. I was merciless, rubbing her clit, massaging her G-spot, pinching her nipple. I moved down, kissing at her neck as I pleasured her. I felt the passion growing through her body. She tensed the way she always did before her orgasm. I kept up my massaging, not willing to stop until she exploded. I licked up her neck to her ear.

“Cum for me, Mare.”

“Yes, yes! Oh, I love you, Mark!” she cried out as her passion overwhelmed her.

Her orgasming cunt massaged my fingers while her plump ass ground back into my hard cock deliciously. Her body thrashed in my embrace, bucking. Her pleasure sang out to Paris. My goddess sounded so beautiful.

From below, almost like our worshipers knew, their cheers grew louder. Maybe it was just my imagination, but I felt they did know. They cheered their goddess’s orgasm, celebrating the pleasure I delivered to her.

“Oh, fuck, that was great, Mark!” she moaned as her shivering slowed, her pussy’s convulsions stopping.

“Good cum?”

“Always from you.” She turned in my arms and kissed me soundly on the lips. “Mmm, now I need to be fucked before all of Paris.” She grinned, licking her lips. “But where? My wet pussy? Or maybe my naughty little ass? Huh? What hole does my husband want?”

I grinned at her, reaching around to grope her ass with pussy-stained fingers. “What do you think?”

“I think my new husband wants to fuck my naughty ass,” she giggled. “But, he needs to get me nice and ready back there.”

“Wouldn’t want you walking bowlegged for the rest of our honeymoon,” I laughed. “You won’t look like much of a goddess then.”

She twisted around, looking to the crowd below. “No, we can’t disappoint them. I bet they have binoculars, looking up here, loving the sight of my tits.”

“So envious and in awe of your beauty,” I groaned as I knelt behind her.

She only let out a soft sigh as I pushed up her short, flowery skirt, exposing her pale, plump ass. I kissed each cheek, rubbing their pillowy softness against my face before I spread then apart. I smiled at her tight, brown sphincter and nuzzled in.

She gasped as I placed my lips on it, sucking and licking, rimming her. I was too eager, jamming my tongue into her depths. She moaned, clenching down on my tongue as I penetrated her tight ring and tasted the sour flavor of her ass.

Such a lovely flavor.

I swirled my tongue through her bowels, my fingers kneading her plump ass. I loved her ass. I loved everything about her. She was perfect. I loved my wife and goddess’s asshole, probing my tongue in deep, getting her ready to be fucked.

“Mmm, I love it when you rim me,” cooed Mary. Then she gasped playfully as I slipped two fingers up inside her juicy cunt. “Yes, get me ready.”

A roar came from below, a rhythmic chanting. The words were lost at this height, but our worshipers were cheering something, urging me to pleasure their goddess. Which I was more than happy to do.

I let my fingers soak in her cunt, getting a good coating of her savory lube, before I pulled out of her silky depths. I brought them to her sphincter. I had to stop licking, which was a shame, but then I grinned as I pushed those two fingers into her tight ass.

“I love watching your sphincter swallow my fingers, Mare.”

“As much as you love watching it swallow your cock.”

I laughed. “No, that’s a far hotter sight.”

I slid my fingers deep into her bowels, savoring her velvet grip. My cock ached in her depths, eager to bury into her. I fucked my digits in and out as her ass gripped them tightly. She loosened, her juices lubing her up.

I repeated the process, lubing my fingers in her pussy juices and working them in and out of her bowels. They slid in easier and easier each time while she moaned and wiggled, staring down at the city, our worshipers chanting loudly.

Then Mary looked over her shoulder at me, a happy smile on her face. She was ready.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard while all of Paris watches,” I groaned. “You know there are news crews down there recording this, immortalizing it.”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped as I stood up and slipped my cock into her tight pussy. “My horny stallion, yes!”

I fucked in and out of her just a few times, lubing my dick. I almost wanted to stay in her pussy—she felt so amazing—but I wanted her tight ass right now. With a groan, I pulled out of her heavenly pussy.

Mary sighed in disappointment.

I adjusted my cock, sliding the tip up her taint and between her plump butt-cheeks. I lined up with her sphincter and pushed slowly into her ass. Mary’s disappointed moan became one of groaning pleasure as I filled her asshole.

“My wife loves it up the ass,” I moaned as my cock disappeared inside the tight tunnel, her velvety flesh embracing my dick.

“I do,” she moaned, undulating her hips.

I buried all the way into her, savoring her depths. I held her, pressing against her back. Pleasure rippled down my cock as she twitched and undulated. Her bowels clenched down on my dick. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Mary cooed. “But I wanted to be fucked! Fuck my ass! Give your filly a good ride!”

“Yes!”

I pulled back my cock through her tight bowels’ embrace until only the tip remained. Then I thrust back into her depths, savoring her velvety rapture. The friction sent pleasure flooding through my body. I groaned as I savored her grip.

And then I thrust again. And again, plowing faster and faster, making my wife moan out to the chanting worshipers far below. Mary pushed her hips back as I pounded her ass, hips moving. My balls thwacked into her.

“Damn,” I groaned. “You are so tight. Everyone, I am fucking my wife’s ass and I love it!”

“Oh, god, yes!” she moaned. “I’m being fucked by a god! A stud! Yes, yes, yes!”

Her words spurred me on to pound her while my hands reached around, finding her breasts. I squeezed her firm, perky flesh. My fingers found her nipples, pinching and rolling them. Her ass tightened on my cock over and over.

Mary gasped every time I thrust into her. Her auburn hair flew in the cool breeze. I held her in my arms, loving her moans. She undulated and writhed in my embrace, loving my cock reaming her asshole as much as I loved plunging in.

“Harder!” moaned Mary, looking over her shoulder at me. “Give it to me hard, my randy stallion! I’m so close to cumming again!”

I captured her lips, kissing her hard as I pounded her ass as I dared. I didn’t want to hurt her. She wasn’t Xiu who got off on the pain. I groaned into the kiss, our tongues playing as we drove closer and closer to our orgasms.

My strokes became more and more frantic as my orgasm approached. My balls boiled. Just a few more strokes, and I would be there. The friction caused by plunging into her tight asshole sent pleasure shooting from my cock. I delighted in the velvety feel of her asshole. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“Fuck!” I moaned, breaking our kiss, my balls boiling. “Here it comes, Mare! Fuck!”

I buried into her and erupted.

“Oh, I can feel your hot cum filling me up!” moaned Mary as my jizz flooded her ass.

The rapture surged through me with each blast. I shuddered, spurting over and over into her. She let out a gasp, her asshole spasming about my dick. My wife trembled in my arms as she joined me in ecstasy.

The pleasure raced through my mind. Stars danced across Paris. Our worshipers chanted. Was it louder? Did they know we were cumming? Were they cheering on their gods? I groaned, thrusting into Mary, savoring my cock buried in her depths, my pleasure passing.

“Oh, I love it when you cum in me, Mark,” she purred, shuddering a final time. “Oh, I love it so much.”

“I’ll do it any time you want,” I whispered in her ear.

She giggled. “Horny stallion.”

I held my wife as we relaxed in an orgasmic high, gently kissing her neck and cheek, and admiring the city of Paris laid out before us. It was such a beautiful city at night, especially around the Seine. The lights snaking through Paris, a glowing river.

“I love you so much,” I whispered. “Thank you for being my wife.”

“You’re welcome,” Mary sighed. “Mmm, your cock’s dirty.”

“You want to suck my dirty cock clean again?”

“Of course. I love tasting ass on your cock, and my ass tastes the best.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed with a laugh, pulling out of her ass.

My wife knelt before me and licked at my dirty cock. She usually had one of the sluts clean up my cock after its been in her ass, but sometimes she liked to do it herself. I think it was the honeymoon. She wanted to share so much with me. I loved her so much.

I closed my eyes and leaned against the railing with my arms and enjoyed my wife’s excellent blowjob. Her lips engulfed the tip, sucking clean her ass. My dick throbbed as she bobbed her mouth. My head drifted down, staring at our worshipers below.

“Excuse me, sir,” 51 said. “I know you didn’t want any interruptions unless it was important.”

I sighed as Mary released my cock.

“What is it, 51?” I asked her as Mary stood up, a frown on her pretty face.

51, the temporary head of the bodyguards, walked forward. She was a beautiful, Black woman, her ebony breasts almost spilling out of her half-unbuttoned cop blouse. She held my cell phone in her hand.

I took it from her.

“Hello?” I asked.

“M-Master!” wailed Alison. “I-It’s Karen.”

“She’s back?” I asked, a sick feeling in my stomach. It couldn’t be good if Alison was crying. Lilith promised to return Karen unharmed. I made deal with the demon—in exchange for my life, I let her own Karen, pregnant with the demon’s spawn, until my slut gave birth.

Anger surged through me as I braced myself.

“A hearse arrived today.” Alison paused, struggling to speak. “Karen’s dead.”

I dropped the phone. The world spun. I grabbed the railing, Paris whirling around me.

“What is it, Mark?” Mary asked, her voice sounding so distant.

“Karen is dead.”

As Mary sobbed into my chest, anger burned in my heart. Lilith tricked me. That bitch found a loophole in our agreement. Demons always found some way to fuck you. I racked my thoughts, struggling to remember what she said. The exact words. They mattered. I thought I made her promise not to hurt Karen, to return her unharmed. The memory of floating in the darkness, flooded my mind.

I will do nothing to harm Karen.

That was what she promised.

I realized my mistake. Lilith didn’t promise to see that Karen would be returned unharmed, she just promised not to be the one to harm her. I had been too afraid of dying, too afraid of Mary dying with me, to think it through.

“Goddamn fucking demons,” I growled.

Mary just cried, her tears staining my chest, her body shaking.

I glanced at 51 who had picked up my phone and was standing at attention.

“We’re going home,” I ordered, anger heating my voice. “Contact every law enforcement agency under my control. I want them to find wherever Karen was being held, find the thing she birthed, and kill it! Lilith will regret tricking me. I will crush the bitch beneath my heel!”

“For Karen,” Mary whispered, her voice hoarse, her arms tightening around my body. “Turn over every stone,” my wife snarled, heat burning in her voice, her body stiffening. “Do whatever it takes! Make whoever hurt our Karen pay!”

To be continued…

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