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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 in the sweet embrace of those they loved, the victims of the False God’s cruel ambition were healed.

—The Gospel of April 39:28

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

The last three days had been the most stressful in my entire life. While Jacob and I had huddled in the bolthole—a decommissioned missile silo our Gods bought in the middle of nowhere, Kansas—our wife, Leah, had been fighting for her very life. Jacob and I were helpless, trapped before the TV, looking for a sign that Leah even still lived, praying desperately that she had survived the wrecked limo.

“Leah is alive, Leah is alive,” I kept telling myself over and over. I couldn’t lose my brunette love. For one glorious weekend—my honeymoon—she transformed me into the slut from my darkest fantasies. It had been a wild adventure before I settled into my marriage with Jacob. Leah and I had made passionate love, and then she took me to this club where I had sex in public before a group of strangers gangbanged us. I fell in love with her. When the weekend was over, and I had to go back to my husband, I convinced Leah to come with me.

I could not stand to be parted from either of my loves.

To my eternal relief, Jacob and Leah hit off, and soon we were a happy, loving threesome, fulfilling Jacob’s naughtiest fantasy—two sexy women ready to please him. He deserved it for letting me have a wild, uninhibited time during our honeymoon. Soon after, we came to Washington State to be nearer to the Living Gods. Our Gods graciously offered us jobs. Leah chauffeured for them while Jacob and I put our CPAs to use, managing their complex finances. It was all going amazingly well until Saturday.

It was only in the aftermath of Brandon’s execution this afternoon that we found out our wife lived. The Goddess had succeeded in defeating Brandon and saving our Lord. Like a botanist carefully tending to her shoots, Jacob and I had carefully nurtured our hope over the weekend, and learning that Leah lived allowed our hope to blossom into joy—a euphoric high that wiped away all the fatigue and stress of the last three days.

The euphoria continued on the plane ride back to Washington State and the SUV drive to Tacoma. The closer we came, the more my excitement grew, until it became too much. I started crying and giggling in Jacob’s arms. Leah was alive. We were going to be reunited with her. My skin felt stretched, the excited energy inside me threatening to explode out of me violently.

The huge mob gathered before the Murano Hotel slowed our convoy to a crawl. There were just so many people for blocks crowding the streets who worshiped Mark and Mary. The snail’s pace reduced me to frustrated shouts. I didn’t care that all these people were worshiping my Gods.

I just wanted to see my wife.

No. I needed to see my wife and to hold her and make sure she was alright.

“C’mon!” I screamed. “Just run them over!”

The bodyguard driving—a sultry Latina whose silver choker named her 43—gave me a peculiar look but ignored my command.

“It’ll just be a few more minutes,” Jacob soothed, pulling me closer to him.

“How can you be so calm?” I snapped. “Don’t you care about her?”

Anger flashed across his face, but he relaxed it away. Jacob rarely showed his passion outside of the bedroom. “You know I care. I want to see her just as badly as you do.”

“Then show it, dammit!”

“That’s not fair, Rach!” He stared fixedly at me. “I’ve been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived.”

Guilt flooded me. “Sorry,” I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV.

He kissed my forehead. “I know.”

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Alison de la Fuentes

I trembled with excitement when the SUV finally made it through all the crowds of people that clogged the streets of Tacoma. April sat next to me, the nerdy teen squeezing my hand, just as excited as I was, eager to see her girlfriend Violet. The two shy girls had bonded with their shared pregnancies and become quite the item lately.

I’m sure Master hasn’t noticed a thing.

After spending the weekend worried sick not only about Master and Mistress, but about my wife, Desiree, I was so excited to be reunited with her. Watching her on TV yesterday, hanging on Brandon’s arm, filled me with fear. Desiree was smiling and seemed happy, but I could see the fear in her eyes, the tightness in her lips. The bastard did something to her to make her cooperate.

We passed a cordon of soldiers, and then we were in front of the hotel. I threw open the door, racing into the lobby. Master and Mistress were waiting, naked and looking so sexy. I ran to them, hugged them, and felt so happy when they kissed me on the lips.

You should always stay near them, my subconscious whispered.

“It’s good to see you, Alison,” Master said to me, stroking my face.

“I’m just so glad you’re alive,” I said, savoring his strong and her gentle arms around me.

“We’re so happy to see you safe,” Mistress said, tears in her eyes.

I was about to ask where Desiree was when April pushed me to the side to hug our Masters. And then everyone else burst in. I drifted out to the side as Jessica, Xiu, Korina, and Lillian were eager to embrace Master and Mistress. I squirmed with impatience, looking around.

Where was she?

And then their families entered. Master embraced his mom and sister, and Mistress shared a grouphug with her family. Tears were shed and kisses exchanged. And all the while, I wanted my sweet Desiree. I strained my neck, looking around the lobby. Leah, the chauffeur, had a joyful reunion with Rachel and Jacob, her spouses. But where was my Desiree? I looked around, a pit forming in my stomach. My breath quickened.

Where was my Latin beauty?

I wormed my way to Mistress, trying to stay calm. “Upstairs,” Mistress told me, sensing my question before I could even ask. “In our suite. Top floor.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I raced to the elevator and furiously smashed my fingers onto the up button . I stared at the stupid digital floor counter, watching the red numbers slowly grow smaller as the elevator descended. I wanted to scream at the stupid thing. I was so wound up inside.

I burned inside to see my Desiree.

Finally, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and I shot inside. I pounded the top floor with furious passion. And then I repeatedly mashed the close-door button. I screamed in frustration as the doors refused to close. Slowly, ever so slowly, the doors finally slid close, the elevator lifting me up.

It seemed to take an eternity. I was practically yelling at the stupid thing to go faster. I felt red-faced when I reached the top floor. A bodyguard, 27, stood naked at a door, an M16 clutched in her hand. She smiled tiredly at me as she opened the door with the keycard. There were three bedrooms in the suite.

Desiree was in the second one I tried.

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Empty alcohol mini-bottles littered the floor. Her neck was bare, her choker missing. Her eyes were puffy, her cheeks stained with tears. She didn’t look up as I entered.

“Desiree!” I shouted, threw myself on the bed next to her, and wrapped my arms around her.

Desiree pushed me off, muttering in a slurred voice, “Go away.”

Her words stung. I had expected a tearful, happy reunion. “No,” I told her, cupping her face. “Talk to me.”

She tore her face away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Why?” My heart raced. My stomach clenched. What was going on?

Desiree ignored me. She stood up and wobbled to the minibar.

I snatched her hand, pulling her back. She stumbled, almost falling into me. “You’ve had enough to drink, Desiree.”

“Leave me alone, Alison,” she pleaded, slumping to the floor, her head hanging low.

“Just talk to me,” I told her, kneeling down next to her and brushing aside empty bottles. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want you any longer.”

Her words hurt. Ditch the whiny bitch, my subconscious whispered. You can do better than her. Let the stupid cunt wallow drunkenly. Go find Master and fuck him!

I ignored those words. Normally, my subconscious gave great advice, but not with Desiree. It had a nasty dislike for my wife. There was a part of me that didn’t want to be happy, and it was feeding on the pain Desiree’s words had caused. I pushed them down. Something was wrong with my wife. She was in pain, lashing out blindly. I needed to get through to her somehow. I couldn’t let that monster steal my wife from me.

Not without me putting up a hell of a fight for her.

Is she really worth it? whispered my subconscious. I ignored the voice. Of course Desiree was worth it.

So I laughed dismissively at Desiree. “Don’t lie to me,” I told her, pulling off my tight T-shirt, baring my lovely breasts and my hard nipples pierced with silver barbells. I grabbed her face and turned her to look at them. I could see her eyes flick down to my nipples, a momentary flash of lust spilling across her face. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t want me. I know you do. Just like I want you, Desiree.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Desiree grabbed my wrists and pushed me onto my back. “That’s all you want! My body!” She yanked her baggy shirt off, exposing those magnificent breasts of hers, and shook them at me. “Here they are, Alison. Use me! Take your pleasure!” Tears ran down her face. “That’s all I’m good for!”

“No, I don’t want your body. I want you. I love you.”

“How can you love such a filthy, disgusting creature like me?” Desiree sobbed. “I let him touch me. He… used every part of my body. I let him! I let that monster make me his whore! I betrayed you, Alison!”

I want to break. Pain squeezed my heart. I wanted to scream. To rip Brandon Fitzsimmons’s skin off his body, to make him hurt like my wife.

“Shh, you didn’t betray me, Desiree. You did what you had to, right? He was going to hurt you.” I hugged my wife.

This time, she didn’t pull away. She buried her face into my neck and sobbed. Her entire body shook. I don’t know how long I held her, stroking her hair, letting her pour out all her pain, anguish, fear. I held her, rocked her, and cried with her until she had poured every teardrop left in her.

I wished Brandon was still alive so I could kill him myself. Fucking Warlock!

You should hate all the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Every last fucking one of them! They’re a threat to Master!

“I love you, Desiree,” I told her after what might have been an hour or maybe only five minutes of her tears. “You’re my slut-wife. Forever.”

“How can you still love me?” she demanded, pulling her face from my tear-stained neck. Her bloodshot eyes peered hopelessly at me.

I smiled at her, being brave, not showing the pain I felt. “Because you are strong and beautiful and loving. Because you own my heart.” I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest between my small breasts. “Can you feel it beat?”

She nodded her head.

“That’s yours. It beats for you. Master and Mistress own my body. You own my heart.”

“Mi Sirenita,” Desiree sighed. “How did I get so lucky to meet you?”

Destiny, my subconscious whispered. They were such beautiful words, so I echoed them to my wife as I slid her hand over to cup my left breast. “Destiny. Our Masters are changing the world, and we were chosen to help them.”

We were. And you were chosen first. That’s why you must focus everything on Master. He must be protected. He has a destiny.

I shuddered as Desiree ran her thumb around my areola, hardening my nipple, drowning out the wonderful words my subconscious whispered. I shivered, the pleasure racing through my body as Desiree circled my nipple. My pussy clenched, my body squirming.

Then my wife ducked her head down. I sighed in pleasure as she sucked my pierced nipple into her lips. She played with the barbell, twisting my nipple with her tongue. I groaned, shuddering in delight as I felt her love.

She was so beautiful. So special.

Her hand slid down my stomach, circling my bellybutton. I groaned as she caressed the divot, gigglish delight rushing through my body. Then her hands slid down to my sides, gripping me as she sucked harder at my nipple, the throbbing pleasure shooting down to my wet pussy.

“My love,” I sighed. “Mmm, I missed you so much.”

I didn’t fight as Desiree’s hands guided me onto my back, her lips sucking hard on my nipples. She pushed up my skirt, exposing my stubbly cunt. I was supposed to have my cunt waxed on Saturday. I flushed in embarrassment. She could see my brown pubes, my real hair color, not the pink I dyed it.

Her fingers ran across my pubic hair. She broke the kiss, looking down and smiling as she played with my pussy lips. Her golden-brown breasts dangled before her as hunger flared in her eyes. She didn’t care that I had stubble. That I wasn’t as waxed as I should be.

She loved me.

“Mi Sirenita,” she purred with such love.

“Yes,” I moaned in delight, savoring her pet name for me as she lowered her head.

My eyes widened as her tongue took the first slow lick up my slit. My entire body shuddered as she parted my folds. Pleasure raced through my body. I squirmed, my cunt clenching as her tongue teased me. Pleased me. She reached my clit, circling it, making me moan and gasp as I squirmed on the hotel carpet.

Then her fingers spread open my pussy. Her tongue tasted everywhere inside my cunt, exploring me, driving me wild with her gentle licks. She probed and nuzzled, her nose brushing my clit as I squirmed in delight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I panted, my toes curling. “Love me, Desiree.”

“Always,” she whispered between lush licks. “Always.”

Her fingers stroked my pussy lips as she kept me spread open, her tongue diving deeper, swirling through my depths. My back arched, humping against her. My hands slid up my stomach, cupping my perky breasts, squeezing them as my wife loved me.

Her plump lips sucked on my labia, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through me. Her tongue caressed me, driving me wild. It was so wonderful to see her again. To feel her. To be with her. She was alive. She was safe.

“Yes!” I moaned, humping towards my orgasm.

It built so fast in me. It grew larger and larger. It made me tremble and gasp. I ground on her mouth, smearing my pussy on her lips. My fingers pulled at my piercings, my nipples throbbing. I loved it.

I writhed on the carpet as my orgasm shuddered deliciously through me. I moaned out my joy. It was wordless. I humped against her as my back arched. And then my body spasmed out of my control, groans bursting from my lips.

And she kept licking me. She kept tonguing me. Her dark eyes stared up at me from my pussy. Her fingers rubbed and caressed my folds then plunged into my spasming hole. She fucked them in and out as she tongued my clit.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned, finding my words as my orgasm peaked. “I love it! I love you!”

“Love you, too, mi Sirenita,” she purred and then attacked my clit.

It was so sensitive from my first orgasm. The nerves burst with joy. She had me quaking and quivering. Coming closer and closer to erupting. Her delight made me gasp and moan. I ground on her, the pressure swelling and swelling.

“Oh, my god, Desiree,” I moaned as my body trembled, anticipating the eruption.

My second orgasm was more powerful than the first. I halfway sat up as my stomach tightened in ecstasy. Desiree slipped a third finger inside me, pumping them in and out of me hard and fast. My pussy spasmed, writhing about her digits. The pleasure boiled through my mind.

Ecstasy.

Rapture.

They were all the same. They had me aching and groaning and gasping in delight. They crashed over and over into my mind.

“Yes, yes, yes! Finger me! Nibble on my clit!”

She did. Her teeth nipped my sensitive bud and sent me spasming into my third orgasm. I screamed loudly and everything went black. It crashed on me so hard. I was buried in the rapture of my wife.

An eternity of joy.

Of wonderful darkness.

I groaned when I returned to myself. I blinked, slowly coming back out of my daze. I stared up at the ceiling. I was still on the floor. A warm body pressed against my side, breasts so soft and round. Desiree was snuggled up against me, her lips sticky with my sweet honey.

“You passed out, mi Sirenita,” she purred when she heard my whimper of delight.

“You were that amazing!” I groaned and kissed her, loving my taste on her lips. My pussy itched. “Mmm, now it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to,” Desiree said, tensing up.

“Nonsense,” I told her. “You are too beautiful for me to resist.”

“But I’m all dirty.”

I licked her neck, tasting her sweat. “I don’t care, Desiree. You could never be too dirty for me.”

She blinked tear-filled eyes and kissed me. It was glorious.

Then, unable to wait, I hopped to my feet and yanked her upright. I had the biggest grin on my face as I pushed her back onto the bed, her body lying back. Her big, soft breasts pillowing on her body. She was so lovely.

“You are going to scream in pleasure,” I told her, my hips wigging. I licked my lips.

“Promise?” Desiree asked, her voice thick with her sultry accent.

“Cross my heart,” I said, tracing an X on my boob as I leaned over her.

Desiree smiled and sat up, kissing me right there. Her lips were so lovely on my breast, her tongue licking her own X on my flesh. I shivered as her hands slid up and grabbed my shoulder. Then she pulled me down on top her soft body, our breasts kissing as I savored the feel of her beneath me.

I claimed her lips while enjoying the feel of her voluptuous body beneath me. She tasted so good. My sweet honey adorned her lips. Letting out a hungry moan, my tongue licked across her lips and chin. I cleaned her face of all my yummy cream. I shivered on her warm form as she whimpered.

“Mmm, I’m already feeling cleaner,” she panted as I nibbled down to the hollow of her neck, following more of my yummy cream.

“I need to lick you all over the place,” I winked at her.

“Yes!” she hissed.

I planned on kissing every square inch of her beautiful brown skin. I smooched all over her neck, tracing where her choker should be. It was a twin to the one around my neck. They proclaimed to whom we belonged. Anger stabbed through me.

That bastard warlock made her take it off.

Her neck liberally kissed, I moved to her shoulders. I traced out the top to her left arm, then smooched my way down her flesh. I nuzzled at her elbow and kissed across her forearm. I reached her palm, raining kisses all over them.

And then I sucked her fingers and found more of my juices.

“Mmm, yes,” she groaned. “That’s nice.”

I popped her finger out of my mouth. “Such tasty places your fingers have been.”

“Such,” she said, her eyes smoldering.

Her left hand clean, I switched to her right. They were even stickier with my cream. She had fucked these fingers so deep into me. My cheeks hollowed as I cleaned them, my tongue swirling around them like they were small cocks.

Her fingers clean, I smooched back up to her shoulder.

I kissed along her collarbone and traced down her breastbone. I nuzzled between the slopes of her tits. I cupped them, squeezing them and rubbing them on my cheeks as I worked lower and lower, inhaling her scent. My tongue traced the edge of her breast until I nuzzled at her underboob. I licked her salty flavor as I worked around her breast before I began my ascent.

I smooched every square inch of her right breast, moving upward in a spiral. My hands squeezed her big, lush mounds, feeling the delight as I reached her large, dark-pink areola. It was bumpy on my tongue as I spiraled into her turgid nipple. I reached that fat nub and sucked it into my mouth.

I sucked on it. My tongue brushing the tip. My teeth nipped it. She whimpered and moaned and squirmed.

“You’re driving me wild, mi Sirenita!” she moaned.

“Good,” I purred, releasing her nipple and moving to her left breast, eager to kiss every inch of it, too.

I grinned at her before beginning with her nipple this time. Desiree shuddered in delight as I sucked her sensitive nub into my hungry lips. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked it, loving it with all my passion, making her shudder, her body writhing beneath mine.

I loved giving her pleasure.

Her nipple kissed, I spiraled out from her areola, kissing every spot on her perfect breast. I bathed it with my tongue, working down, leaving wet marks. Sometimes I nipped, making her shudder in delight. I reached the base, circling her boob with my tongue, savoring her salty flavor.

Then I continued smooching down her stomach, my hair tickling Desiree as my lips brushed her sensitive belly. She squirmed as I came closer and closer to her little bellybutton. She gasped when I tongued her little divot.

“Alison,” she moaned, then giggled as my tongue circled her bellybutton.

I kept tonguing her navel. I was so happy to hear her laugh. They were such beautiful sounds. My small breasts pressed into her thighs as she squirmed. My nipples ached as I made her laugh harder and harder, her face darkening as she struggled to breathe through her joy.

“You are so… wicked…” she panted when I gave her a reprieve.

“Yep!” I beamed at her.

Then I kissed down to her groin, tracing the line of her hip as it narrowed towards her shaved pussy. I breathed in her tangy, spicy arousal. I had missed that scent so badly this weekend. I delighted in her natural perfume.

But instead of smooching her pussy, I started down her right leg. Desiree moaned in frustration, and I giggled. I kissed her knee, her shin, sucked her toes into my lips, and licked at the soles of her feet. I repeated it with her left leg, licking, sucking, savoring her.

“Turn over. I need to do the other side.”

“You are spoiling me,” she groaned. “And driving me wild.”

“Good,” I husked in pure delight. “That’s the plan.”

I kissed her sleek back, moving down her spine to her plump Latina ass. I rubbed my cheeks against her cheeks, then smooched every inch of her butt. I spread apart her butt-cheeks, exposing her brown asshole. I kissed that too, tasting the sour flavor. I swirled my tongue around her sphincter, rimming her.

She groaned, shuddering as I swirled faster, my fingers digging into her butt-cheeks. Then my tongue pushed against her asshole. The tight sphincter resisted me for a moment, but I was persistent. She made the most wanton moans as I plunged my tongue inside her warm bowels.

Nothing about my wife was dirty to me.

I swirled my tongue as I wiggled it as deep as I could into her asshole. The sour flavor was intoxicating. My fingers massaged her butt-cheeks as I latched my lips around her asshole, sucking hard, teasing her.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she moaned.

“And tastes delicious,” I purred, then bent down to rim her ass some more.

“I bet my pussy tastes even better.”

“You sure you’re not too dirty?” I asked her, stroking the edges of her vulva before licking her asshole again.

“No,” she hissed. “No, I’m not too dirty.”

That was what I wanted to hear. “Good!”

I spread her thighs and buried my face into her waxed-bare pussy.

Desiree groaned as I reveled in the taste of her spicy, tangy cream. Her juices coated my lips, so wonderfully thick and sticky. I swallowed her ambrosia as it flooded out of her depths, drinking every drop of my wife’s passion.

I ran my tongue from her clit up through her slit, caressing all her folds. She shivered each time. I did it again, gathering her cream. Then I shoved my tongue into her pussy’s depths, pressing into her hot hole. My hands grabbed her plump ass, squeezing hard as I dug into her cunt, swirling around, teasing her, making her squirm, her butt clenching beneath my hands.

I dipped my fingers into her crack. I found her asshole, still wet with my saliva, and circled it. She moaned louder, shuddering, her pussy clenching on my probing tongue. I pressed my middle finger on her asshole and sank it into her bowels.

“Mmm, you naughty slut,” Desiree moaned, her ass so hot and tight and velvety on my finger.

“Always,” I giggled, then buried my tongue back into her tasty cunt.

“Your tongue stud is driving me crazy!”

Her asscheeks clenched and a flood of delicious juices issued from her pussy as I made my wife cum. She trembled. Her pussy writhed about my tongue while her asshole spasmed on my probing finger. I fucked it in and out while my tongue flicked through her folds, gathering her juices as they gushed out of her.

I slipped a second finger into her spasming asshole as my tongue danced across her folds, teasing her with my tongue stud. She kept shuddering and writhing, the pleasure bursting over and over through her body. Orgasm after orgasm.

Her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I loved it.

“Fuck! Fuck!” she howled. “You are so wonderful, mi Sirenita!”

I shuddered in delight. So I kept licking, fingering her ass. My tongue flailed against her clit, rubbing the hard end of my tongue stud against that wonderful bud. My fingers plunged so deep into her spasming asshole.

She moaned wordlessly, orgasm after intense orgasm spasming through her body. She bucked and writhed. Her juices bathed my face. I rubbed my cheeks and chin into her cunt, coating myself in her musk. Her juices dribbled down my neck.

“Stop,” she panted. Finally she had enough.

“Mmm, there,” I purred as I pulled my lips away from her delicious cunt. “All clean.”

Desiree rolled over onto her back, her breasts jiggling. She gave me a tired, pleased smile. I crawled up her body and kissed her gently on those plump lips. Her right hand caressed my cheek. Gold glinted on her finger, startling me. I grabbed her hand and saw her wedding band.

“This is on the wrong hand.”

“I didn’t want them to take it,” Desiree answered. “So I switched it. They took my choker, and I couldn’t lose this.”

Tears ran hot down my face. I gently pulled the ring off her finger. I grabbed her left hand, slipped it on, and kissed the wedding band. “There, back where it belongs.”

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