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And the fate of the World walked with the Holy Vizier and her lover as they departed for France. And then did the jealous Lilith, first of the demons freed, plot ruin.

—The Gospel of April 39:59

Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum

When the convoy reached Hotel Murano, I almost tripped and fell on my face in my haste to escape the SUV. I didn’t pause to admire the fires that danced before the beige stone walls of the hotel’s exterior—I only had eyes for my brunette wife standing awkwardly in the hotel lobby. She wore a tan terrycloth robe wrapped about her figure and a timid smile on her angelic face.

“Leah!” I shouted, throwing my arms around her and kissing her lush lips. She stood frozen for a moment, then her arms wrapped around me, and she returned my kiss with passion.

“You look like hell, Rachel” Leah giggled when I broke the kiss.

I probably did. I had barely slept in three days, and I couldn’t remember the last time I combed my bushy-brown hair. Leah looked tired, dark bags beneath her eyes, but she smelled of rose soap and lavender shampoo, her skin white and lustrous.

“You had us worried,” I told her.

Jacob swept the both of us up in a hug, his thick glasses askew as he kissed Leah just as passionately and lovingly as I had. “Are you okay?” he gently asked, caressing her cheek. “Did anyone…?”

“I’m fine,” Leah answered. Her tone was a little flat, her hazel eyes shifting. Before I could press her, she gushed, “You have got to see our rooms. Our Gods gave us a beautiful suite.” Her smile turned arched. “And a huge bed.”

Jacob grinned, his glasses slipping more, and I was afraid they were about to fall off his nose. So I reached up and pushed them into place. My reward was a wonderful kiss—strong lips, rough stubble, a man’s kiss. My knees grew weak.

I loved my husband as much as my wife.

“Let’s go check out this bed,” he smiled, an arm around each of his pretty wives.

There was something I wanted to ask Leah, but Jacob’s kiss drove it right out of my mind. I was sure I’d remember it before too long.

“Okay, let’s,” I answered, leaning on my husband’s shoulder. I smiled. Leah leaned against his other shoulder and seductively licked her tongue at me.

The moment we entered the elevator, Leah pounced on Jacob, fumbling for his belt. “Fuck me!” she moaned. “Right now!”

“In the elevator?” Jacob flushed.

“Yes,” purred Leah. “I need your cock! Take me! Use me for your pleasure!”

The robe slipped off Leah’s body, and Jacob’s cock bulged his pants. Her large breasts were full and round, topped with fat nipples and areolas larger than a silver dollar. She turned around, wiggling her fine ass at Jacob. He was a man. His pants were undone in a flash. He had his cock out and buried into her pussy a moment later.

“What floor?” I asked as I watched my husband’s ass flex as he pounded my wife’s cunt. He had a cute butt.

“Top floor,” she moaned. “Fuck me! Pound my nasty cunt!”

I frowned. Leah was sounding like a slutty party girl. Like she was a bottled blonde again. “Because blondes have all the fun,” she had explained that adventurous weekend when Mark and Mary claimed me on my honeymoon.

But Leah and I had given up on being blondes, allowing our original, boring, brown hair to come back over the summer. We had promised to be Jacob’s loving wives, not his sluts. I grabbed Leah’s hand, frowning. Something was wrong with her, so I gave her a comforting squeeze.

“Give me a kiss, Rachel,” Leah purred at me as Jacob’s flesh slapped against her ass. “Mmm, let me finger you and make you cum like a whore while Jacob makes me scream!”

She jerked her hand from mine and shoved it beneath my skirt. I wore no panties since the Church taught that women should be ready to be fucked at all times, even if I only slept with Jacob and Leah. And sometimes with Mark and Mary, but they were my Gods. My eyes widened as Leah shoved fingers roughly inside me, her thumb pressing hard on my clit.

“Leah,” I moaned at the sudden rush of heat. “This is—”

Leah cut off my words with a hot kiss, shoving her tongue inside my mouth. Her fingers felt so wonderful in my pussy, stirring me up, that I couldn’t resist melting into her kiss. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the pleasure my wife gave.

Jacob fucked her harder. Her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she braced her free hand against the elevator’s metal wall. The slap of flesh echoed throughout the tight space, and the scent of pussy filled my nose: the spicy, tart musk of our mixed arousal. Her fingers built a fire inside me, burning hot and fast.

The elevator doors dinged, sliding open, and the fire consumed me. My knees buckled beneath the pleasure, and I fell to the floor as the rapture shuddered through me. Her fingers slid out of my pussy. I couldn’t believe how hard, how fast she made me cum.

“Leah,” I groaned, staring up at her.

Leah licked her fingers. “Mmm, you taste wonderful, slut.” She held her fingers over her shoulder and Jacob sucked them into her mouth. “Doesn’t she?”

“You do taste amazing, Rach!” Jacob panted after sucking on Leah’s fingers. “Keep squeezing your cunt, Leah. I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it!” Leah purred. “Cum in my dirty snatch.” Her hazel eyes—lidded with lust—found mine. “I’m going to make you clean my pussy afterward, Rachel. You’re a little slut that just loves the taste of cum mixed with cunt, aren’t you?”

“Gods, I love watching my wives eating creampie!” grunted Jacob.

The elevator door started to close. I caught it with my leg, pushing it back open as I stared at them writhing in passion. His face contorted with his pleasure. He buried himself into Leah’s pussy, grunting as he pumped her full of his seed.

“Gods, that was great, Leah.” He kissed her neck as he panted. “I love you so much.”

“Thanks, stud,” Leah said. “You gave me a good fucking.”

Leah sauntered past me, my leg still holding the elevator door open. White cum ran thick down her thighs. She leaned against the hallway’s wall, spread her legs, and smiled invitingly at me. I licked my lips. I wanted to talk to Leah about what was wrong with her, but the sight of my husband’s jizz running out of my wife’s snatch was too much to resist.

I shifted onto my knees, Jacob’s arm now holding open the elevator, and crawled to her. I licked my lips as I reached her. My hands grasped her thighs as my tongue lapped up the salty jizz running down her thighs.

“Oh fuck! Eat me slut!” Leah moaned.

My tongue swept through her pussy and gathered creamy cum mixed with her spicy and tart juices. I feasted on her, pushing my tongue deep into her hole, eager to find as much jizz as I could. Her hands gripped my hair as her hips writhed, smearing her pussy across my face. I savored her taste and her wonderful, tart scent, leaving me feeling heady with lust.

My own pussy burned as I devoured her. Juices trickled down my neck as I feasted on her. My tongue slid through her folds, driving her wild with passion. She seized my hair, tugging on it as she writhed.

“Fucking slut! Eat me!” she gasped. “Yes, yes! Fuck! Fuck! I love to be eaten by a slut! A nasty, cum-eating slut!”

Her body shuddered, juices flooding my lips as she came again, so hard, so fast. She was on fire. I licked through her folds and drank her juices as they gushed out of her pussy. She kept a firm grip on my hair, keeping me pressed into her folds as she writhed in passion, her breasts bouncing above.

“Such a dirty slut!” she hissed, head tossing back. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her body heaved a final time. I licked through her folds, gathering the last of her pussy cream dribbling out of her hole. She let out such a whimpering moan as she shuddered. Her hands relaxed in my hair as her orgasm passed.

I pulled my face away and peered up at her through the valley of heaving breasts. Something was really wrong. She never talked this dirty in bed. “Is everything all—”

“Gods, are you hard already, Jacob?” Leah purred, grasping his hard cock.

“That was so hot,” Jacob answered. “You know how much I love watching you and Rachel eating my creampies.”

Leah gave a wicked laugh. “And we love to eat them. But now I’m hungry for some sausage. Come on Rach, let’s share this cock! It’ll be yummy after marinating in my sauce.” She grabbed both our hands, yanking me to my feet as she led us down the hallway.

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Mark Glassner

My mom and sister could not stop hugging me, touching my muscular body, which made me so hard. “I was so worried,” Mom almost sobbed. “It was horrible watching you getting beaten.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” I told her and kissed her on the lips, savoring the incestuous delight.

“I thought you were toast, big bro,” Antsy said, trying to be her usual, playful self, her hand finding my cock. But I could see it in her eyes, how scared she was.

“How could I die when I have so many beautiful women in my life?” I told her and kissed my little sister on the lips. She tasted so good, so sweet.

She shivered when she broke our kiss. “I guess you’re right. You do have plenty of hotties.”

“He does,” Betty, my mom’s exotic girlfriend, grinned.

Via, my sister’s girlfriend, giggled and nodded her head. Then the pair of them joined the hug, snuggling in where they could. I wrapped my arms around all four happy, smiling women, so glad that they were safe.

Antsy’s stroking hand became bold, confident, no longer faking her passion.

Nearby, Mary’s family surrounded her. Missy and Shannon had her sandwiched while Sean and Tiffany hugged all three of their daughters with fierce passion. Mary’s green eyes met mine, and she sent me: I think we owe our families some quality time. Particularly you, Mark. You gave them quite the scare.

I could feel her amused tone.

I laughed. No fair; your family is bigger.

In addition to her family, Damien and George were hovering on the edges. They were Missy’s boyfriend and Shannon’s fiancee, respectively.

I’m just luckier than you, Mark!

Then her head turned and her body stiffened. I frowned as my wife wormed out of her family’s embrace and walked to the nearby couch. Sam, our Asian vizier, sat there with her plaything, Candy, curled up beside her. Curiosity flashed through me.

“I’ll be right back,” I told my family, pulling away from them.

“You better,” Antsy said, refusing to let go of my cock until I moved too far away.

“I will,” I grinned, my dick bouncing before me as I headed to the couch. What was Mary up to?

Antsy laughed. “You’re too horny not to hurry back to four wet cunts.”

My mom blushed but giggled with her younger girlfriend.

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Samnag “Sam” Soun

It was chaos in the lobby. Everyone was greeting everyone, the sluts hugging bodyguards, Mark and Mary reuniting with the families. I took a moment to glare at Willow and her harem of nurses. She shot me a nasty look back. She hated having to send me her slaves to fuck so she could get the mind-control incense for her clinic. But she just loved molesting her gynecological patients too much to not pay my price.

And I took so much fun fucking the bitch’s whores, making them scream and beg for my girl-cock. My clit itched. I thought about summoning it right here and now and having Candy suck it while Willow’s collection of whores all panted after it.

That would drive her mad.

I shivered, about to relax my cock, when Mary sat down next to me with all the regalness of the Goddess she pretended to be. Her legs crossed and her green eyes were hard as they looked at me. Candy stirred beside me.

“Yes?” I asked. I didn’t have to call her “mistress” or “ma’am” or any other nonsense like their slaves did. I was free, mostly.

“Mark and I need you to do something that is very important,” she said.

“We do,” Mark said, standing nearby, his cock thrusting hard before him. I shivered. It was a nice cock.

“What, ma’am?” I asked as Mary glanced at her husband, giving him a look.

He nodded his head.

“Go to the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château,” Mary explained, turning back to me. “In the basement, you will find a room. Study it carefully. I need you to reconstruct it perfectly here at the hotel.”

“What is it?” I asked, curiosity seizing me. What knowledge could I learn at the Nun’s motherhouse?

“No questions,” Mary said, her voice hard. I blinked at that. “This is very important. Mark and I can’t go. We need to attend to things here in the States. Take the 747 to the East Coast, then book a regular flight from there to Toulouse, France. Be discreet and protect yourself.”

I glanced at Candy snuggled against me. “Can I take her with me?”

Mary nodded, “Just remember that this is very important, okay?”

“Of course,” I answered, excitement surging through me. “You can count on us.”

“Good,” Mary sighed in relief. This was very important. And I had cast my lot in with Mark and Mary. “The Chief of Police in Toulouse is under my power. He has the standard cop orders. Contact him for help or if anything goes wrong.”

I nodded, eager to get started. “Come on, Candy. Let’s go.”

“I’m tired,” Candy pouted.

“So am I,” I told her, hauling my girlfriend to her feet. “We can sleep on the plane.”

“I never sleep on planes,” she sighed.

I gave her a kiss, and she returned it. Then I dragged her off to talk to the bodyguards to help me make arrangements. This room sounded so interesting. I was eager to study it. After translating the Magics of the Witch of Endor, I was eager to learn more about the supernatural world.

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Mark Glassner

“What is that room?” I asked Mary as Sam scurried off with her play thing.

Mary chewed her lip. She did that when she was thinking. “Lilith tried to kill you today,” Mary finally said. “She can spy on us from the Shadows. She could be watching us right now.”

That sent a chill through my veins. I glanced around, remembering those Dimme things phasing in and out of reality as they tried to kill Brandon and me. “And what is the room then?”

“A Hidden Place. A Matmown. Lilith cannot spy on us in there.” Mary swallowed. “We cannot plot against her until we have this secure place.”

So this is what she was holding back. Unless there was more. If it blocked Lilith, did that mean it blocked other beings?

Like the Devil.

Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech’s warning echoed in my mind. Mary nodded her head, and gave me a cautionary look. Did she sense what I just figured out?

Not even this is secure from Lilith, she sent telepathically with the Siyach spell. Then a smile appeared on Mary’s face. “Go be with your family, Mark.”

My dick throbbed. “Join us. They’re your family, too. I don’t want us to be apart tonight.”

Mary glanced at her family, then at me, indecision painting her face.

“We can be with your family tomorrow night,” I promised.

An excited glint appeared in my wife’s eyes. “Let me go say good night.”

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Lilith – The Abyss

I spied on him from the Shadows as he spoke to that slut wife of his, projecting my spirit from my vessel resting safely in Seattle. I could not let Mark and Mary get their hands on a Matmown. They had grown too powerful today when they defeated Brandon. I needed the edge I gained on them by spying if I would have any chance of surviving long enough to realize my plans.

Samnag Soun needed to be stopped before she could discover the secrets of the Matmown.

I flashed back to Seattle, entered my vessel, and opened my eyes. I smiled, taking delight in my office. It was a richly appointed space full of expensive carpets, dark-wood furniture engraved with intricate designs, statuettes and figurines carved of delicate crystals and veined marbles, incense sticks and scented candles that filled the air with sweet delights. I let the beauty of my surroundings relax me.

My office almost matched the majesty of ancient Babylon.

A train horn blared. The warehouse rumbled as it passed, spoiling my enjoyment. I hated this place. Though my office was breathtaking, it was housed in an old, dusty, dilapidated warehouse. Hardly a fit place for a Goddess, but it was the only building we had in Seattle that could house my children and followers unnoticed.

I just had to keep reminding myself it was only temporary. Soon, the city of Seattle would fall to my power. Soon, Tir’s plague would be ready and the Earth would be brought to its knees. I only needed to keep Mark at bay for a few more months. By the new year, Seattle, and then the world, would be wiped clean of the vermin—men.

Only women would survive, transforming the world into a paradise.

Chantelle and Lana sat in chairs opposite my desk, patiently waiting. They were my two High Priestesses, the first to join my cause. The lesbians were opposites in every way. One was blonde and busty, the other dark-haired and slim. They held hands, I noticed with amusement. Love. What a weak, useless emotion, enslaving those it inflicted. I controlled my daughters with love just like I controlled these two fools.

In unison, the pair slipped to the floor and paid me their homage.

“What did you see, my Goddess?” blonde Lana asked, her Slavic face worshipfully staring up at me. The blonde was the more outgoing of the two. Bolder. More outspoken. Modern humans did not know how to show proper respect, particularly these Americans. This country bred insolence and arrogance into their children, and these character defects had rubbed off on an immigrant like Lana.

“Send for my daughter, Luka,” I commanded, ignoring her lapse. Allowances had to be made. For now. “I have someone for her to kill.”

“At once, my Goddess,” Lana replied, smoothly rising. She turned with the grace of a dancer—she had been a stripper—and left.

I leaned back in my chair. The plush leather was so comfortable as it cushioned my body in heavenly softness. There was something to be said for the comforts of this age, even if its inhabitants left something to be desired.

A smile crossed my lips. Luka would be perfect for this task. Hopefully, she wouldn’t fail me like Di and Emi had. Irritation flashed like lightning. I had no idea when I would breed another Dimme, let alone twins.

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