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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 traitorous Fiona and Thamina stood at Lilith’s side as Seattle fell. How the Gods wept to see their former loves kneel and swear fealty to the Mother of Monsters.

—The Gospel of April 46:12

Tuesday, August 6th, 2013 – Fiona Cavanagh – Summit, WA

The doorbell rang as Thamina set the plate of rice and lamb on the table before me. I frowned, glancing through my apartment to the front door. Who could it be right now? It better not be a missionary. Especially not from the stupid idiots who thought Mark and Mary were gods.

“Can you get it, Fiona?” Thamina asked. She kissed me on the lips briefly before she walked back into the small kitchen. I admired her ass beneath her long skirt. She still dressed like a good Muslim woman, long skirts, blouses with long sleeves and high necklines, and a headscarf wrapped about her black hair.

The doorbell rang again.

“Sure, Mina,” I said with a sigh. I stood from the table, my stomach rumbling, and crossed the living room to the front door.

Things had been going really well in the six weeks since Thamina and I had escaped Mark’s clutches. I still wasn’t sure what we were. Friends? Lovers? Maybe we were girlfriends? I didn’t know. We shared an apartment and a bed. Thamina no longer regretted our lovemaking, but the guilt of being gay still gnawed at her. If anyone asked, she would just say we were friends or roommates.

And that hurt, just a little bit.

I opened the door. Fear clutched at my heart. Why was she here?

“Lilith!” I blurted out.

Behind me Thamina gasped and a plate shattered on the floor.

Lilith smiled, her violet eyes glinting with hunger. She was dressed in a tight, red dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her lush figure. Her silver hair was piled up one side of her head and fell about her right shoulder, loose locks dangling between her breasts. She wasn’t flickering about the room like last time I saw her, when she stole Karen away from Good Sam Hospital. That seemed like a lifetime ago when I was Mark’s slave. She stood solid. Real.

“Fiona,” she purred.

I shivered.

Behind Lilith stood four women. Two were vaguely familiar. A short, slim woman with black hair in a red halter-top and a pair of skinny jeans that hugged her lithe figure. Her arm was entwined by a curvy, blonde woman with blue highlights in her hair and a round, smiling face. The other two women were more outlandish. The first towered over seven feet tall with a mane of scarlet hair and amber eyes. She wore a tight, black tank top and a pair of camo pants. Her grin was feral, a lioness staring at her prey. I swallowed as those predatory eyes fixed on me. The other woman was as curvy as Lilith. Purple hair fell about her perfect face. A pair of rose-colored eyes set above a dainty nose and pouty lips. She wore a white belly shirt molding to her large tits, and a pair of daisy dukes.

Frowning at the two normal-looking women, I asked, “You both were with Mark at the restaurant that night, right?”

I grimaced as I remember the night Mark made me his whore for the first time. My fellow waitresses and I, working the Saturday evening shift at the Sky City Restaurant atop the Space Needle, were forced to serve Mark, Mary, and two other women dinner. Naked. We had to let them do whatever depraved thing they wanted to us.

Just the memory of that night left me wanting to take a shower.

The blonde had a sad look on her face. “We were Mark’s slaves, then, too,” she said. “I’m Lana, and this is my wife, Chantelle. Our Goddess, Lilith, set us free of Mark’s chains.” A look of ecstasy crossed her lips as she said Lilith’s name.

I gasped as Lilith swept past me into the apartment, looking around. Thamina trembled at the table. My heart felt like it was in my throat as the freakishly tall woman pushed me aside and followed Lilith in, a feral growl rumbling from her throat. She stalked around the apartment, peering into doors and sniffing like a dog.

“Don’t mind Cora,” Lilith said, sitting down on the couch and crossing her legs. “My daughter is very protective of me.”

“W-what do you want?” I squeaked as the other three women walked in. Daughter? The violet-haired bombshell sat daintily next to Lilith as Chantelle and Lana knelt at the demoness’s feet.

“Vengeance,” Lilith answered, her eyes shining with hatred. “On Mark Glassner. And I’m here to offer you a chance for the same.”

“We want noting to do with him,” Thamina blurted out. “We’ve moved past him.”

My legs shook. I sat down on the nearby chair, licking my lips. I still had nightmares about being Mark’s slave. Terrible dreams where he walked into our apartment and made us beg to be his again. I still felt filthy at all the things he made me do.

Him and his slut, Mary.

Everyday there were more stories of him on the news, more people talking about what a great man he was. The great reformer, the great God. Everyday the world slowly became his just a little bit more. Everyday, I grew more and more scared that he would come back for us.

“How?” I asked, and Thamina gave me a hurt look. I ignored her. “How do we get vengeance on him?”

“Worship me,” Lilith smiled. “And I will show you. I am the only hope for women. Long have men oppressed us, used our bodies to satiate their lusts. Men are violent beasts. It is far past the time for women to do away with them entirely. Think how much greater the world would be without men.”

I frowned. “What do you mean, kill all the men?” Her smile deepened. That’s exactly what she meant. “That’s insane. We’d die off as a species.”

Lilith brushed Chantelle’s hair, petting her. The black-haired woman stood up as graceful as a dancer. She pulled off her halter-top, wiggled out of her tight jeans, and stood naked and proud in the center of my living room. Her body was slim and toned. Her fingers slid through a thin line of black hair that led to her shaved pussy. She pinched her clit and—it grew.

“Holy fuck!” I gasped as her clit swelled up, lengthening into a long shaft. The tip changed, flaring into a spongy helmet. No, I realized in amazement, flaring into the head of a cock. Chantelle transformed her clit into a dick complete with a slit for the urethra.

I had seen a cock like that before. Lilith gave Mary one, and she had fucked me with it.

“It is fully functional,” Lana purred, licking her lips. She stood up, wrapping her hand around her wife’s cock and gave it a few pumps. “I can attest to that. I’m pregnant with her child. We just found out yesterday.” The two women shared a loving look, Chantelle rubbing at Lana’s belly.

My mouth widened, but the image of Mary with her cock, fucking all us sluts, burned in my mind. “This is fucking insane.”

“I am the only being that can stop Mark,” Lilith boasted. “Worship me, and I will protect you from his commands. Or wait until he makes you his slave again.”

I shivered at those words. I would never be Mark’s slave again. I would rather die.

I blinked in bitter realization—I would rather worship Lilith than be his slave again.

“He set us free,” Thamina protested. “He promised to leave us alone.”

“And what is the worth of a man’s promise?” demanded Lilith. “He will come for you. He will make you his again and defile your bodies with his lusts! He will make you love his affections, rob you of your free will!”

“I’ll do it!” I exclaimed. Anger burned inside me. Anger at Mark for making me enjoy his rape. Anger at my ex-boyfriend, Hank, for replacing me in the two weeks I was Mark’s slut. And fueling that anger was the fear of being Mark’s whore all over again.

Please, god, anything but that.

Thamina knelt before me, grasping my arm. Her dark eyes filled with tears. “Please, Fiona,” she begged. “Don’t serve this demon. She is evil.”

I glanced down at her face. “Mark is worse. I’ll never be his slave again.”

“Stay with me, Fiona,” Thamina begged. “I… I love you. We can be happy, together.”

My emotions whirled inside me, a tangled mess. I looked down into her eyes, and I saw the love there. Did I love her? What was she to me? We made love. Many times. And it was great. But was that love? I hesitated, unsure what to do.

What if I stayed and Mark came for us?

Fear, anger, love, hope. It was too much. I felt like I was about to be torn asunder.

“I don’t care if it’s a sin to be with you,” Thamina pressed on. “Just stay with me. Please. I need you.”

Thamina jumped as Lilith knelt behind her, whispering into her ear: “Fiona can have a cock. She can be your husband. Then it’s not a sin for you to lie together. All you have to do is just worship me.”

“Yes,” I sighed, my eyes looking up at Chantelle’s cock. What would that feel like? What would it feel like to shove my cock into Thamina’s inviting pussy?

I stared down at her dusky face framed by her headscarf, her dark eyes pleading with me. Did I love Thamina? Maybe I did. I would miss waking up to her dusky face. “I can be your man, Mina. Then you wouldn’t have to be ashamed of us.”

Thamina flinched at my words. Her dark eyes stared up at me and a look of resignation filled her face. “I… I…” She swallowed. “I want you, Fiona. I will be your wife and worship your Goddess.”

I blinked in shock. “We’ve only been together a month and a half,” I protested. “We can date, you can be my girlfriend. In a few months, I’m sure we’ll have grown close enough to start talking about marriage.”

“No. I am a Muslim. It is wrong what we have been doing.”

I scowled. “And worshiping Lilith is okay with Islam?”

“I would be obeying my… husband,” Thamina whispered. “I know you want me, Fiona.”

Her fingers stroked my thigh through my jeans, sending a flush of warmth through my groin. I did want her, I realized, as her dark eyes stared up at me. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ignore that growing itch between my legs.

Did I love her though?

I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t find the words. Her eyes were so beautiful, especially looking up at me from between my thighs.

“Yes,” I answered. “I’ll marry you, Mina.”

Thamina pulled my face to her and kissed me. I shuddered, her lips so hot. She broke the kiss too swiftly as she turned to Lilith. “You can marry us, right?”

Lilith laughed derisively. “You think I should do something so prosaic? No, Lana or Chantelle can. They are my High Priestesses.”

“Then let’s do it,” Thamina said, squeezing my hand.

“Wait, right now?” I asked.

Thamina gave me a direct look. “That is my price, Fiona.”

Everything happened so fast after that. I was stunned, reeling. Thamina pulled me into the center of the living room, holding my hand. Chantelle snagged a few wilting, pink begonias from a vase and shoved them into Thamina’s hands. When I objected that we needed rings, Chantelle came out of our bedroom with Thamina’s jewelry box and fished out two rings.

This was all just happening too fast.

“We are gathered here to unite these women in love,” Lana intoned as Thamina gripped my hands and smiled shyly at me. She was so beautiful; I couldn’t help smiling back at her. “To share their lives and burdens. They are brought together by their worship of our Goddess, Lilith. Do you, Thamina, take this woman to be your wife? To love her, and cherish her, and be her partner in all things?”

“I do,” Thamina said confidently as I slid the ring down her finger.

Lana repeated the same vow to me and I was surprised at how calm I sounded when I said, “I do.”

The ring was cold as it slid down my finger. Thamina blushed prettily when Lana declared us married, and I found myself pulling my wife to me and kissing her gently on the lips.

“Beautiful,” the crying Chantelle said, clapping.

We broke the kiss, my cheeks warm. I felt Lilith eyes on me. Us. She stared at us expectantly. I swallowed, remembering what we had agreed to. We were really going to serve this demoness. It was better than being Mark’s slave.

Holding my wife’s hands, we knelt before Lilith. Lana spoke, and Thamina and I recited in unison, “I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, from now until the end of time.”

“And now to consummate our agreement and bestow my blessing upon you,” Lilith pronounced, and her dress melted away into red smoke leaving her lush body exposed.

I stared at her exposed her pussy, drawn to it, my lips hungering. Her clit swelled, growing into a cock and suddenly Lilith’s lust swept into me and I groaned, gripping my new wife’s hand as a delicious orgasm rippled through my body. Thamina gasped next to me, her hand trembling as she came.

“Your blessing?” I asked as rapture assaulted my mind.

Through lidded eyes, I watched as Lilith pushed Thamina onto her back, my new Arab wife’s clothes vanishing in a puff of red smoke. I groaned, squirming, juice gushing from my pussy as I realized Lilith was about to fuck my wife

“She has to bless you to make you Hers,” Lana said. “To give you your gift, and plant Her divine child inside you.”

“What?” I asked.

Lana glanced fondly at the hulking Cora. “Lilith is the mother of monsters,” Lana explained. “Her seed will grow inside Thamina’s belly, and the child will be special. Sadly, a woman can only bear our Goddess one child without suffering ill effects. Other women are needed to bear Her more children.”

“Oh, yes,” Thamina moaned as Lilith’s cock penetrated her pussy. My wife twisted as she orgasmed a second time beneath Lilith’s thrusts.

“Lilith’s child will grow quickly,” Chantelle said. She sat next to the purple-haired woman. “My Lamia was in me only forty days.” Lamia snuggled up against her mother, smiling as Chantelle stroked her purple hair.

“Oh, Fiona, this is amazing!” Thamina gasped. “Oh, wow!” Then she was screaming in Arabic, a musical sound that filled my ears with delight. I watched Lilith’s perfect ass pump above my wife.

I shivered. I couldn’t wait for my turn to be fucked by my Goddess.

I reached out and grasped Thamina’s hand, staring into her dark eyes. They were burning with pleasure. She squeezed mine as another orgasm racked her body. I sat transfixed, watching them rut for what seemed only seconds and yet an eternity.

And then Lilith moaned and slammed her cock into my wife. The Goddess’s orgasm burst out of her. My eyes widened. My nipples tingled. Juices squirted out of my pussy. My voice joined Lana’s, Chantelle’s, and the monstrous daughters’ as we felt our Goddess’s orgasm roll through the air.

Stars swam before my eyes from the intensity of Lilith’s orgasm. I fell onto my back thrashing. When my vision cleared, my Goddess stretched above me. Her silver hair brushed my cheek. My clothes dissolved into red smoke, leaving me naked and ready. Lilith’s large breasts rubbed against my skin, nipples leaving trails of fire, as she parted my thighs. Her cock brushed my pussy lips.

Another orgasm exploded through me from just the touch.

“Oh, my god!” I groaned.

“Goddess,” Lilith hissed, thrusting hard into my depths.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned as another orgasm rolled through me. Her cock was ecstasy in my cunt, every stroke igniting fires that burned through my nerves. “My Goddess! I am yours!”

“Yes, you are,” she purred, stabbing her cock into me over and over.

I was lost to the pleasure as orgasm after orgasm crashed through my body. I was pleasure. Every nerve in my body was alive and fed by Lilith’s passion. Her skin was hot silk, her breath a sweet spice, her nipples hard diamonds. I shrieked so loud as I was lost to rapture. Thoughts ceased.

I was a vessel of ecstasy. An eternity of rapture. A singular point of all-consuming bliss.

Her seed explode into me, white-hot magma that sent my nerves erupting in pleasure so intense that nothing else mattered.

I drifted, dazed. My body devoured by rapture.

“Fiona,” a voice whispered, distant. “Fiona.” The voice was growing louder. “Fiona!” Someone shook me.

My eyes opened. Thamina’s face was above me.

“What happened?” I groaned, my body shuddering.

“You passed out,” Thamina smiled and then kissed me.

I sat up and saw that my Goddess was dressed. “Come to Seattle tomorrow,” she commanded. “Lana will leave the address. I give you this night to consummate your marriage.”

“Thank you, my Goddess,” Thamina whispered.

I felt her hand stroking me. It felt weird, like something was protruding between my legs.

“Enjoy,” Lana winked at me.

I shivered. Thamina’s hand felt so wonderful. But I couldn’t understand it. I forced my weary, orgasm-wrung out body to sit up on my elbows. My eyes widened. A cock thrust out of my crotch. I was hard, and Thamina’s hand was firm silk as she stroked me. Every time she brushed the head, a new pleasure rolled through my body.

“I have a cock,” I whispered.

“You can make it come and go,” Chantelle explained, “Just concentrate.”

“Let’s go to bed,” Thamina said eagerly. “I need my husband in me.”

“I’m your wife,” I corrected.

“Mmm, no wife could have such a beautiful cock,” Thamina purred, then I gasped as her mouth sucked the head into her lips.

“Holy shit, that’s amazing, Mina!” I gasped.

Thamina popped her mouth off and grinned at me. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yes,” I moaned, standing up.

She dragged me into our bedroom with eager desire and sprawled onto the bed. She was naked, her skin a beautiful, dusky color, her black hair spread out like a fan about her head. Her bosom heaved with passion, her dark nipples hard. Her neatly trimmed bush was matted with our Goddess’s pitch-black seed.

My dick throbbed.

I crawled onto the bed then atop my wife. She pulled me to her, kissing me on the lips. Our tongues met, danced, as her thighs spread. My cock found her wet pussy, sliding up and down it as we squirmed. It was so different. There was this powerful urge to ram into her dick, to satiate the tip of my cock.

I thrust into her silky depths, gasping, “Oh wow! That’s amazing! I love you, Mina.”

I blinked in realization. I truly did love her.

“I love you, Fiona,” she moaned as her hips rotated beneath me. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my soft breasts, her hands roaming my back then sliding down to cup my ass. “I am your wife!”

My wife.

“Yes!” Thamina gasped as I fucked my cock in and out of her cunt. “Pound me, fuck me! Oh, my goddess, Fiona!”

“Mina!” I panted, her pussy so wet and tight about me.

I plowed into her hard, fast. My dick ached. Her pussy was heaven wrapped about it. Our bodies heaved together. My strokes fast, frantic. Her hips bucked up into me. I felt like it was our first time, two dumb teenagers experiencing their first taste of sexual pleasure. Everything felt so fresh, so new.

Her pussy heaven on my clit-dick.

The bed creaked as our bodies writhed. She bucked into me, moaning as loud as I did. Her pussy was so hot, so tight. She gripped it with silk. Her juices lubed the way, letting me savor the friction burning about my cock. My pussy clenched as the pleasure built and built at the tip of my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Thamina gasped. “Gonna cum.”

“Do it, Mina,” I moaned.

Her cunt spasmed about my cock as she thrashed beneath me. I kissed her, shoving my tongue into her mouth and kept right on fucking her through her orgasm. I savored her flesh massaging me, begging for my cum, bringing me closer and closer to erupting.

Oh, she was so sexy. I gripped her ass beneath the mattress, slamming into her. The bed shook and rocked from our thrusts. Our nipples kissed. I felt those delicious breasts. And then an idea popped into my head.

I held her tightly and rolled onto my back. “Ride me, wife! Let me see those beautiful breasts bounce.”

“Yes,” she moaned and rose, her breasts thrusting forward and bouncing so beautifully

She rode me hard. Her pussy felt amazing wrapped around my cock. I groaned, squeezing her hips as the pleasure raced through me. She bounced up and down, her tits heaving, looking so beautiful, her hair a curtain about her face. I slid a hand up her dusky skin and cupped her left breast, her nipples hard beneath my fingers.

She smiled at me, tossing her beautiful, dark hair as she threw her head back in pleasure. She came again about my dick. Massaging me. Teasing me. Driving me wild. I thrust up into her, my pussy clenching as the pressure swelled and swelled. It grew in my depths. In my ovaries.

“Oh, Mina!” I moaned. “Your pussy feels amazing!” Something wanted to escape my body and out my dick. “I think I’m about to cum!”

“Yes, yes, flood me with your cum!” Thamina panted. “Mmm, I love your cock!”

The feeling of needful release swelled. Her pussy slammed down my dick, and then this intense pleasure surged through me. I gasped, bucking up into her pussy as I felt my cum pumping out of my cock, flooding into my wife’s pussy!

“Yes, oh, fuck, that’s amazing!” I gasped. “I’m cumming in you.”

“You are,” she moaned, leaning over me.

I pulled my wife down to kiss me as we savored our pleasure peaking. Being married wasn’t all that bad. Not with such a beautiful woman as my wife. I shrunk my cock. I wanted to enjoy my wife as a woman for awhile.

“Let’s sixty-nine,” I purred.

“Yes,” Thamina moaned and happily spun about, presenting her well-fucked cunt to my lips. White and black cum stained her pussy, a mix of the Goddess’s and my seed. She tasted delicious, so salty, and I shuddered as her tongue lapped at my cunt.

Being married definitely wasn’t all that bad.

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