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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 first pilgrims arrived before the Murano Hotel to catch a glimpse of the Living Gods. They crowded the streets of downtown Tacoma, singing their love. Through the night, they held their vigil, candles burning bright, celebrating their liberation from the False God’s tyranny.

—The Second Book of Vivian 3:1

Mary Glassner

Violet took our spot in the shower when we left the bathroom. She grinned so cutely at us as she sauntered by and gave Mark a wink. My husband carried my damp, naked body to the bed. I loved being in his arms. He was so strong, and I felt so loved and safe. The bed was king-sized, mahogany finish, adorned with a maroon comforter. The lights were dim, romantic and cozy.

Mark set me down on the bed and stretched out beside me. I seized his face, pulling him to me and kissing him with my hot mouth. He groaned as I rolled on top of me, his body so strong beneath me, still wet from our shower. My damp, auburn hair fell about us, brushing his cheeks as we kissed.

Heat surged through me. I was so wet and eager for more cum. He had given me so many in the showers, but my pussy was greedy for more. My hands stroked his side working lower until I found what I wanted.

His cock.

Mark groaned into our kiss as I grasped his shaft. I shifted my hips, raising them and guiding his dick to my sopping pussy. I groaned into his lips as I pushed my cock against my shaved folds, sliding down until it pressed at my pussy. Then I sank my hot sheath down his cock.

I shuddered as I took more and more of my husband’s cock. It was so wonderful to feel him in me again. I feared I would never see him again, let alone touch him or make love to him. But we won. We survived.

And he was in me again.

I moaned as I then slowly rocked on top of him. Mark gripped my ass, squeezing my butt-cheeks. His strong arms helped slide my pussy up and down on his cock. The friction was wonderful. I surrendered, letting him guide the movement of my hips, moaning into his kiss.

My hard nipples dragged across his chest. Pleasure burned down to my pussy. I groaned, breaking our kiss. I pressed my forehead against his, staring into his blue eyes. And he stared back, the pair of us lost, peering into each other’s souls as we made love.

“I love you, my horny stallion,” I whispered.

“My naughty filly,” he groaned back. “My love.”

I rocked my hips faster, my pussy gripping his thick cock. He squeezed my ass as he guided my hips, growing as eager as I was. The heat burned between us. I moaned, shuddering. Pleasure rippled through me.

Faster and faster we moved. Then I groaned as Mark thrust his hips up, driving his dick deep into my cunt. The heat built between us as we moved our bodies. My nipples throbbed against his chest. I savored the feel of him beneath me.

“Mare,” he groaned as he thrust up, meeting my hips, almost bouncing me on his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, the heat building between us.

With a growl, he rolled me onto my back, mounting me. I shuddered, loving his solid weight upon me. There was something so sexy about being beneath my strong, muscular man. Something primal and rapturous. I was helpless beneath him as he pounded me so hard, thrusting his cock into me as the bed rocked.

I loved it. I drank in the force of his thrust, feeling his passion swelling. Pleasure moaned from my lips as I humped my hips, meeting his thrusts. My clit throbbed against his pubic bone as he rammed his cock so deep into me.

“Ride me, my horny stallion!” I gasped, my pussy clenching so hard on his thrusting dick. “Oh, I missed this! I missed you so damned much!”

“I’ll ride you,” he grinned. “Such a naughty filly.”

“So naughty,” I moaned as he rose and grabbed my legs, hooking them over his shoulders.

My cunt tightened on his cock as he hugged my legs to his chest. He thrust deeper into my pussy. My perky breasts jiggled as he hammered into my depths. I groaned, the bed rocking. Pleasure rippled through my body.

His face twisted with such passion as he pounded me. He fucked me as hard as he could, his balls thwacking into my taint. I loved it. It was so primal and passionate. Moans and grunts burst from my lips as he rode me hard.

“Your cunt feels amazing, Mare,” Mark groaned. “The best pussy in the world!”

I beamed at him. “You haven’t had every pussy in the world. How would you know for sure?”

“I’ve had enough to know!”

“Yes, you have, my horny stallion!” Such joy surged through me. Mine was the best. Mine!

I added a twist to my hips as he plowed his cock into me, stirring his dick through my pussy. The friction felt so amazing. His heavy balls slapped into my taint over and over. His passion sent me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I seized my perky tits, twisting my nipples and adding that last splash of pleasure to my building orgasm. I groaned, my pussy spasming wildly about his cock as I came. My body writhed as my pussy massaged his dick pumping into my sheath.

“My horny stallion!” I howled as rapture flooded through my body.

“Gonna cum!” Mark gasped. “Your cunt’s milking me!”

“Yes, yes! Give me your cum!” I begged, so desperate for it as the pleasure flooded through me. “I need it in me!”

“It’ll be my pleasure,” Mark moaned, a boyish grin on his lips.

I shuddered and groaned, almost giggling as he rammed his cock into my hungry pussy and flooded me with his cum. I savored every spurt splashing into my depths, clutching my husband as he groaned through his pleasure.

Then he collapsed on top of me.

“Mmm, that was nice,” I sighed and kissed him.

After some nice kisses, Mark rolled off of me onto his back. I snuggled against him and smiled as he slid his hand down and rubbed at my flat belly. I was pregnant, but not close to showing yet. I savored his touch there.

“I almost lost more than just my wife,” he said. “I almost lost my unborn baby girl.”

“We don’t know the sex of our child yet,” I told him. “It could still be a boy.”

“I told you, Mary, I willed my sperm to make it a girl. You’re carrying Chasity Glassner.”

“Fine,” I sighed, loving his touch.

His face hardened. He growled, “If I could kill Brandon again, I would.”

I remembered the bastard’s deliberate kick at my stomach, trying to hurt my unborn child, and I let out a fierce snarl.

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Violet Matheson

Naked and fresh from my shower, I crept to the bedroom door. It was half-open. I peered in and spotted Master rubbing Mistress’s belly. My own hand slid down, rubbing my own belly. A baby grew in me, either Master’s or Mistress’s. My date of conception lined up with the afternoon Mistress had grown a cock and fucked me with it. Then Master had fucked me later that night.

Carrying a Goddess’s child would be a miracle.

“Come in, slut,” Mistress smiled.

I beamed at them and positively skipped over to the bed. I jumped onto the edge, landing on my knees, and snuggled up on the other side of Master, pressing my small breasts against his muscular side. My eager lips found his, kissing him, savoring the sweet, spicy musk lingering on his lips.

“You taste like Mistress,” I giggled when I broke the kiss.

“That’s because Mark gave me some great head,” Mistress smiled.

“Master is a generous man,” I said with all seriousness. He loved making even a slut cum.

Mistress’s hand slid down and found Master’s half-hard cock. “Very generous. I bet he wants to share his generosity with you.”

“Do you, Master?” I asked eagerly, my hand joining Mistress’s on his dick. It expanded rapidly beneath our touch, burning with his passion.

I shivered as Master slid a hand down and squeezed my tight ass. “I do, slut.” He pressed his fingers into my butt-crack and found my puckered asshole, circling it with his fingers. “How do you think I should share my generosity with you?”

“My ass,” I answered without hesitation, knowing his pleasure came before mine. “My slutty, tight asshole!”

“Good girl,” Master told me, then kissed me on the lips.

I shuddered in pure delight, rewarded for being a good slut.

Master broke the kiss and said, “And I bet Mary has something she wants to share with you between her legs.”

“Oooh, is there a creampie for me, Mistress?” I licked my lips, staring at her.

Mistress spread her thighs. “Just for you, slut.”

I was such a lucky slut!

I clambered over Master, settled between Mistress’s thighs, and stared at her shaved pussy dripping with Master’s cum. I buried my face into her snatch, licking noisily at her messy folds. I stared up at her as I licked, loving the pleasure in her emerald eyes while I lapped Master’s jizz out of her yummy pussy.

She groaned and gripped my damp, brown hair. She held tight, her hips undulating, grinding her pussy into my hungry lips. I loved it, my tongue dancing, gathering more salty jizz and her spicy-sweet juices. They dribbled out of her, coating my cheeks and chin.

“Oh, yes, you slut, clean me out,” Mistress moaned, grinding harder.

“She’s such a good slut,” Master said, making my heart flutter.

He moved behind me, his strong hands stroking my tight ass. I moaned into Mistress’s pussy as he spread apart my butt-cheeks. His cock slid between them, smeared with her pussy juices. I shuddered as he found my sphincter, rubbing on it.

Anticipation surged through me. I wanted to feel his cock bury into my tight asshole. It was always such an amazing delight. Something every slut needed to feel on a daily basis. My tongue shot deep into Mistress’s pussy, searching for more yummy cum.

And Master rammed his dick into me.

His cock, lubed with Mistress’s pussy cream, speared into my asshole. I shuddered at the wonderful friction. His dick buried so deep into me. His hands gripped my hips as he groaned, savoring the tight heaven of my bowels.

“Damn, Violet,” he said, stroking my sides. “Such warm satin.”

“Thank you, Master,” I moaned into Mistress’s pussy. “You feel amazing in me!”

“Keep licking, slut!” Mary admonished.

Master smacked my ass, pain stinging through me. “You heard her slut!”

“Sorry, Mistress,” I squeaked and licked at her pussy again as Master drew back his cock and fucked me.

I shivered in pure delight, the heat burning in my bowels as Master pumped his cock over and over into me. His balls swung, smacking me, making me shudder and moan. My hips wiggled in pure delight, my bowels burning about his dick. He plunged in harder and harder, our flesh smacking together. I moaned into Mistress’s pussy as I tongued her.

She held onto my hair with her right hand, the left playing with her perky breasts. Her green eyes fluttered with lust. Master’s strokes grew harder and harder, pressing my face tight into Mistress’s pussy while his balls smacked into my taint. I savored the sound.

“God, I love your tongue, Violet!” gasped Mistress. “Suck my clit, you little whore! Make me scream in pleasure!”

I was a good slut. I obeyed.

“Mmm, that’s right,” she moaned as my tongue slid up to her clit, swirling around it. Then I flicked it. “Keep that tongue flicking on my clit! You are such a naughty, cunt-munching slut! I’m going to drown you in my juices!”

Master smacked my butt a second time, leaving a stinging mark that tightened my bowels on his plunging dick. I groaned, loving the pleasure racing through my body as I assaulted Mistress’s clit with my eager tongue. He groaned, fucking my asshole faster.

His flesh slapped into my ass, his balls smacking over and over into my taint. His cock stirred my body, heat rippling to my pussy. Juices dribbled down my thighs from my shaved cunt. I moaned as I flicked Mistress’s clit, my body undulating and groaning. The pleasure was so amazing. So wonderfully rapturous.

Master pumped harder, his thrusts growing with his frantic need. Like him, my own orgasm swelled. I latched onto Mistress’s clit, sucking so hard as my bowels clenched on Master’s dick. The pleasure swelled in me.

“Fucking slut!” I moaned. “Your dirty ass feels so good on my cock. I’m going to shoot so much cum up in your ass!”

“Yes,” I moaned around Mistress’s clit.

Her green eyes widened. Her back arched, her perky breasts heaving as she orgasmed. She screamed wordlessly. Her arousal flooded my lips with her pussy cream. I moaned, opening my mouth wide, swallowing the delicious flood.

I gulped it down, shuddering, the juices flowing around my lips and mouth. It warmed my stomach, the heat racing through my body. I shuddered, my pussy and asshole clenching. I made my Mistress cum. My body tensed.

And then my orgasm exploded through me.

Master groaned as he pounded my spasming asshole. My bowels writhed about his wonderful dick as he thrust hard and fast. His balls smacked into me. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture flooded through my body, juices gushing down my thighs.

“Fuck!” Master groaned as he buried into my spasming ass.

His cum pumped into me. Blast after blast of his jizz flooded my asshole. I shivered, so glad I could please them both. I moaned as I lapped up Mistress’s cum, her body shuddering as her orgasm peaked in her.

“Thank you Master, Mistress,” I panted as my orgasm burned so hot in me. “Thank you for using my asshole, and thank you, Mistress, for using my mouth!”

I was their slut!

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Mark Glassner

“Damn,” I groaned, laying down next to my panting wife.

“Uh-huh,” she purred.

I pulled her to me and kissed her hard. Our tongues danced while Violet licked at my dirty cock. She was such a good little slut. I broke the kiss and closed my eyes, and the exhaustion of the last weekend fell upon me like a ton of bricks.

I felt Mary rest her head on my chest as sleep dragged me down.

“Master,” a voice said, shaking my leg, waking me up.

“Huh?” I blinked, coming out of sleep.

“Master,” the voice repeated.

I blinked, sitting up. I had been out like a log, and now I was disoriented. The sun had set while I was passed out, the hotel room dark as sin. I glanced at the clock. It was close to midnight. Mary was sleeping on one side of me, and Violet was curled up on the other, her eyes shut. 51 stood at the foot of my bed, still naked, her M16 slung over her shoulder.

“What?” I asked sleepily.

“Your family has arrived,” she reported, a smile on her lips. “They’ve almost passed the crowds. There are thousands crowding the streets. It’s like St. Peter’s Square out there.”

“Thank you, 51.” I yawned again. Then I shook my wife awake.

“What,” she blinked. I gave her a kiss and told her what was happening.

I led my wife to the suite’s balcony, wanting to see the crowds. It was a cold, clear September night, and our flesh pimpled. Mary shivered, then concentrated. Flames danced around her. She smiled, snuggling beside me. The flames didn’t burn me. Instead, their tongues tickled me. But they would burn anyone else.

I savored the warmth licking at my body.

The streets were filled with people for blocks in every direction we could see, many holding candles, lighting up the streets like the starry sky. These were the people we needed to protect. Molech warned me that Lucifer was up to something dangerous, something I would oppose. Was this the secret Mary learned?

Well, if I started something when I made my Pact, I had the responsibility to fix it, to make the world a better place. A world where people didn’t hurt each other, fear each other.

I would give the world love and peace. Utopia.

To be continued…

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