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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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Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner — Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves “The Sluts”

Alison — Desiree Fitzsimmons — Xiu — Korina— Violet — Lillian — Chastity (deceased) — Karen (deceased) — Jessica St. Pierre — April

Servants

Samnag “Sam” (Holy Vizier) — Candy (Sam’s Girlfriend) — Dr. Willow WolfTail — 51 (Chief Bodyguard) — Rachel — Leah (Chauffeur) — Jacob — Monique — Lize — Lynda (Pilot) — Joslyn (Pilot)

The Living Church

Daisy & Rose Cunningham (High Priestesses)

Demons

Lucifer — Lilith — Marduk — Molech

The Cult of Lilith

Lana — Chantelle — Babylon — Crystal — Starlight — Nurse Thamina — Fiona — Tir (monster) — Lamia (Monster) — Cora (monster) — Ziki (monster) — Luka (monster)

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām — Archangel Gabriel — Dominion Ramiel (Angel) — Doug Allard — Tina Allard — Azrael (Angel)

Other

Antsy (Mark’s Sister) — Alice — Sandy (Mark’s Mother) — Sean (Mary’s Father) — Tiffany (Mary’s Mother, Sister Theodora Mariam) — Shannon (Mary’s Older Sister) — Missy (Mary’s Younger Sister) — George (Shannon’s Fiance)— Damien (Missy’s Boyfriend) — Avialle (Antsy’s Girlfriend) — Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI (Former Slut) — Craig Erikson (Mayor of Seattle)

Chapter One

And like the brave Holy Vizier, accompanied by her faithful lover Candy, we too must walk into the darkness unafraid. No matter the dangers that await us, know that our Living Gods watch over us, love us, and protect us so long as we do not give in to despair.

—The Epistle of Isabel to the Faithful 1:4-5

Tuesday, October 1st, 2013 – Sam Soun – New York City

“Now boarding British Air Flight 482 for London’s Heathrow Airport,” a calm, feminine voice announced over the loudspeaker.

That sounded important, the rational, thinking part of my mind told me. But I was too tired to care. I didn’t sleep at all over the weekend. How could I when my very life rested on Mark and Mary overcoming Brandon’s seemingly insurmountable forces? And despite trying to sleep on the flight from Seattle to New York’s LaGuardia Airport, I couldn’t. Mary’s mysterious command plagued me.

Mark and I need you to do something that is very important, Mary had said to me last night. Go to the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château. In the basement, you will find a room. Study it carefully. I need you to reconstruct it perfectly here at the hotel.

I was so curious. What was this mysterious room that was so important I had to leave immediately to investigate? Could it be a Matmown? The Magicks of the Witch of Endor spoke of something called “Hidden Rooms,” places where spiritual beings could not see into. Angels, Demons, Spirits. None of them could so much as enter one of these rooms. But the book didn’t explain how to make one.

I shifted as I dozed, my rational brain still crying at me, intruding on the fuzzy darkness sagging on my mind. I appeared to have fallen asleep while waiting for our flight to Toulouse, France, with a layover in London. Despite how uncomfortable the plastic chairs in the airport’s terminal were, I had drifted off to sleep.

That announcement was important. But so was sleeping.

Someone shook my shoulder, fingers gripping me. A voice whispered, calling my name, speaking with some urgency. I knew that voice. That voice was important to me. Someone special. Someone I probably should listen to.

Candy, my half-asleep mind realized. My lovely and vivacious toy.

“What,” I muttered in irritation. “Trying to sleep.”

“Our flight is boarding,” Candy urged. “C’mon, Sam.”

“Fine,” I groaned.

My eyes came awake, feeling sandy from the half-doze. My thoughts were still sluggish as I stared around the terminal. There were other people rising, gathering their carry-on bags, happy to be traveling again now that the ban had been lifted last night. If we weren’t servants of the new rulers of America, we would have had trouble getting on this flight.

“Let’s go, Sam,” Candy said, grabbing my hand and pulling on it.

I didn’t resist. I let Candy drag me to my feet.

She maneuvered me as I shuffled through the boarding procedures, holding onto my hips. I was so damned tired. Since we were in First Class, we were in the first group to board. The First Class tickets were expensive, but I wasn’t paying for them, and Mark and Mary sure could afford to. They gave me a credit card months ago to use for any expenses I needed.

We handed our boarding passes to the gate agent, who smiled at me. I wondered if she was under Mark and Mary’s power. And if she wasn’t, what did she think of the new “gods” ruling America, setting up their own Theocracy? They planned on ruling the world, making sure that no other warlocks like Brandon Fitzsimmons could ever challenge them again.

And since my life, through the Zimmah bond, was tied directly to theirs, it was a goal I supported. If Mark died, I would die. And so would Candy, the sluts, the bodyguards, and all their other close servants. The spell protected us from being dominated by any Nuns or other magics, so we couldn’t be used as weapons against them. Thanks to their wishes, we gained the same healthy, youthful, long lives that they possessed through the bond.

Candy and I would never age.

And it gave me access to the most fascinating subject I had ever studied—Magic. I was an undergraduate student at NYU in Ancient Semitics. I loved old languages. I spoke more than a dozen extinct tongues. And now, to learn that many of the ancient beliefs in gods, angels, and demons were true, that there were real magicians, and that I was one of them, was so exciting.

I couldn’t wait to get to France.

That helped to wake me up as we reached our seats. The First Class seats were like little pods. They could recline all the way back like a bed. There was even some amount of privacy possible. I sank down onto my seat with a groan as Candy took hers beside mine.

“Now this is traveling,” she sighed. Mark’s 757 did not have seats like this. He should upgrade.

Despite my excitement, I was dead to the world the moment I buckled in. I don’t even remember taking off. I woke up with my face pressed against the bulkhead, drool sticky on my cheek, and a blanket—one of those light, airline ones that are too thin to really do much of anything—bunched up on my right side.

“Morning,” Candy said.

I blinked, shifting. I hadn’t even reclined my seat into a bed. “Morning.”

She smiled at me as she stroked my left thigh. My skirt had ridden up while I slept, almost exposing my naked pussy, and Candy’s fingers dipped in and took advantage of that. I stirred, enjoying her touch.

I stared at her, drinking in her beauty. A grin was plastered on her cute face, framed by hair that was half-dyed cotton candy blue and bubblegum pink. She was my toy, given to me by Mark in exchange for being his vizier. She was smart, feisty, funny. My right-hand woman.

“Good morning,” Candy purred. “Or, I should say good afternoon. Or evening? I’m not sure any longer. I think we have another six hours to go before we land.”

“Okay,” I said.

My bladder felt full, and my stomach rumbled. The lavatory took care of one, and I bought a meal from the stewardess to take care of the other. It was an okay chicken salad with an oily dressing. Not enough vinegar, I thought, but I was famished and wolfed it down.

Candy giggled, bent over, and licked my chin. “You had something on your face.”

“Do I still have anything?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

Candy bent over and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. I shuddered, savoring the kiss as her tongue swirled through my mouth. Then she broke it, eyes gleaming. “Nope, all clean.”

“Good,” I said, feeling that familiar itch in my crotch, my clit tingling, wanting to transform.

One look at Candy’s face told me she felt the same, her thighs rubbing together. I grabbed the blanket from the floor and placed it over both of our laps. The grin on Candy’s face broadened, and her hand slipped down to find my thigh. Tingles raced up my leg as she slid her hand towards my wet pussy.

I shuddered in delight when her skillful fingers played with my damp nethers, stroking my pussy lips, brushing my clit. Which only made it ache and throb more. I groaned, shifting in my comfortable seat, my toes curling.

She was so nice. So I returned the favor.

Candy’s grin grew more and more mischievous as my hand slid up her thigh and beneath her miniskirt. I found her sopping pussy, so juicy and wet. I stroked my fingers through her silky lips before pulling my hand out. I brought my fingers to my lips, sucking each one clean.

“Mmm, I love to eat sweet Candy,” I purred.

She giggled. “Why don’t you try some more?” She spread her thighs farther apart. “I brought plenty for you to enjoy. I know you have that sweet tooth.”

Smiling, I slid my hands back between her warm thighs. I stroked her vulva and labia as Candy probed my pussy with two fingers. My cunt clenched on them as she slid them in and out so achingly slow. I shuddered in pleasure on my toy’s digits. She was such a delicious thing.

My fingers found the entrance to her pussy. I shoved three fingers into her twat. She gasped and lifted off her seat at the sudden intrusion. Then she let out a purring sigh and sank back down, shifting as she enjoyed my finger fuck.

“Ooh, yes,” she groaned, wiggling her two fingers into my pussy’s depths. “The sweetest flavors are found so deep.”

“Uh-huh,” I groaned, pumping my fingers as deep as I could into her tight, hot, wet depths. My clit throbbed in envy.

A sudden snoring groan and creak startled me. Across the aisle, a sleeping man shifted on his reclined seat. A thrill of danger shot through me. We could be caught if we were too loud. I glanced at Candy, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

We kept our sighs quiet as we kept fingering each other, trying to stay discreet. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as Candy ground the heel of her hand on my clit. Pleasure sparked through me as she massaged my bud.

Well, two could play at that.

I pulled my fingers out of her cunt. My digits found her clit. I pinched it, rolling it between my fingers. She shuddered at the manipulation. Her face twisted as she fought against moaning. She tossed her head back in pleasure, her pink-and-blue hair swaying wildly about her head.

“Sam,” she hissed, grinding the heel of her hand harder on my aching clit.

“Quiet,” I grinned at her, rolling her clit between my digits, loving how her bud throbbed beneath my fingers.

Candy squeezed her eyes shut, her face turning red as she struggled not to cry out. Her body spasmed. The tell-tale signs of her orgasm rippled across her face. Her entire body convulsed as her fingers shot so deep into my pussy and then curled, rubbing along the top and brushing my G-spot.

I bit my lip, silencing a moan as she writhed and sighed. Her orgasm was so powerful her stomach muscles contracted, bending her over. A low groan escaped her lips, and sweat broke out across her forehead as she kept attacking my G-spot, making me tremble, building my own orgasm.

Naughty girl.

“Are you okay, miss?” the man across the aisle asked in a British accent. “You look a little knackered.”

“I’m fine,” Candy panted, still bent over and hiding my hand buried between her thighs. I gave her clit a pinch and she bucked.

“No, you’re not,” I told her, about to cum myself. And I couldn’t hold it in the way she was able to. I just wasn’t as skilled at denying my orgasms. “C’mon, let’s get you into the lavatory before you throw up.”

Candy gave me a confused look, but she was my toy and obeyed me, standing up, our fingers sliding out of each other’s pussies. The man had a puzzled expression on his face as I held her, both our faces flushed.

“She gets this way all the time,” I told him. “We might be in there for a little while. I know just what to do to make her feel better.”

Candy caught on and nodded. “She gives me what I need.”

“Yep, she needs her protein injection,” I stated. “She’s too chicken to stick the needle in herself, so she likes me to thrust it in her. You see, it has to be plunged deeply into her flesh for the injection to work.”

Candy almost giggled, clapping her hand over her mouth and vigorously nodding her head. “She makes the needle plunging into me feel so nice!”

“Oh, okay,” the man said, furrowing his brow.

We reached the first class lavatories and entered the left one, locking it behind us. It was a typical airplane restroom: stainless steel toilet, sink, and mirror. It was cramped for one person, let alone two.

We made it work.

Candy reached down and lifted my skirt, exposing my neatly trimmed, black bush. Immediately, her fingers were playing with my clit. She stroked my little nub, rubbing naughty circles on it and making me groan.

“You know just what I need, Sam,” Candy purred. “Show me.”

“Yes,” I groaned.

Then I concentrated on my clit. It throbbed and pulsed, the magic surging into it. And then it began to lengthen, widening, transforming into eight inches of hard iron—my very own girl-cock. It thrust forward, filling Candy’s hand. She gripped it, stroking me, that naughty smile on her lips.

I learned how to grow a cock from the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, a grimoire Mark and Mary had claimed me to translate. Candy was the first woman I ever fucked with my new girl-dick. We met at the Clam Diver, a lesbian club in Tacoma, and I fucked her with it on a love seat at the edge of the dance floor. Candy had been so impressed by the magic she offered to be my slave if I would teach it to her.

She loved every minute of being my toy and apprentice.

“Time for your injection,” I purred as her hand stroked it. “I know you’re just aching to be filled.”

“So badly,” she moaned.

Her hand felt wonderful on my girl-cock as she stroked me. Then she sat on the edge of the sink, parting her legs so I had access to her dripping cunt. Juices glistened on her shaved, flushed vulva, my dick aching to be in her.

“I’m ready to be pricked,” she giggled.

I kissed her hard, hugging her while her hands eagerly guided me into her. She rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. Then I pushed. I moaned as her cunt engulfed my dick. It felt wonderful to be inside my Sweet Candy again.

My hips pumped fast. We couldn’t spend too much time in here before a stewardess got nosy. So I fucked her hard, fast, pounding my cock in and out of her cunt, savoring the hot embrace of her juicy snatch about me.

We shared a sloppy kiss with lots of tongue, moaning into each other’s mouths, as I fucked her. Her cunt was tight silk on my cock. The friction burned as I worked my shaft in and out of her. My own pussy clenched, juices dripping down my sides.

Having a cock was amazing. I was always into futanari hentai, a form of Japanese animated porn where girls grew magical dicks and fucked each other with them.

And it was so hot to have one of my own.

I pumped over and over into Candy’s silky depths. The pleasure rippled down my dick, shooting to my ovaries. The pressure built in them, that urgent need to cum. To explode into her hot depths. It spurred my hips to fuck her faster and faster.

Our flesh slapped together as we moaned. Our hands stroked each other through our tops while her thighs gripped me. Her pussy was so hot, so tight. She clenched down when I drew back, making me shudder in delight.

The pressure built and built at the tip. I groaned, breaking our kiss. She sucked at my neck, licking, nuzzling, biting. Her thighs tightened, her pussy growing hotter and hotter as I reamed into her burning depths.

“I love your cunt,” I hissed in Candy’s ear. “You’re a dirty, cock-loving whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Candy panted. “A dirty, girl-cock loving whore! I love it when you fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt, and fuck my filthy ass! I love the taste of your cum. All thick and salty as it pumps into my mouth!”

Her fingers squeezed my ass. Then she reached lower, sliding her fingers between my legs. I thrust hard into her cunt as her fingers found my wet pussy. I shuddered as she stroked me before three digits invaded my depths.

I loved it. My cock and pussy were both being stimulated. Dual delights rippled through me. My pussy clenched on her fingers every time I buried my dick into her sopping cunt. It was so hot, the pleasure rippling through me, swelling my orgasm.

“You dirty whore!” I purred. “Finger me! I want to cum with both my pussy and my cock!”

“Oh, yes! Cum in me!”

Candy threw her head back, exposing her pale throat as she let out a moan, her body trembling. I couldn’t resist sucking hard at her neck. I loved leaving hickeys on her pale flesh. They were my marks of ownership, proclaiming, “This slut is all mine!”

My ovaries boiled. Just a few more thrusts, and I would flood her cunt with my cum. I pounded on her harder and harder. The pressure made me tremble, her fingers stretching out my cunt. I buried into her.

My ovaries boiled over.

My cock exploded.

Intense pleasure rushed through me. The focused blast of a male orgasm and the wonderful waves of pleasure of a female orgasm all mixed together in a wonderful maelstrom of rapture. I trembled, my cock unloading into her cunt, my pussy spasming on her fingers.

“Yes, yes!” Candy groaned as she felt my cum jet into her cunt and my pussy juices flooding out around her hand.

I kissed her hard as she bucked, cumming with me. She spasmed about my cock. I moaned with every cum as we heaved together in ecstasy. It was so wonderful to have her with me. To love her. She was my girl.

My toy.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” I purred, shrinking my clit as the passion dwindled in us. I pulled away. “Clean yourself up.”

Candy scooped up a big gob of my cum from her pussy lips and sucked it off her fingers. “That’s the best part!”

I chuckled as I slipped out.

“How’s the lass doing?” the British man asked.

I was about to tell him that she needed a few more minutes, when someone in the back of the plane began screaming. I frowned, peering at the curtain that separated first class from the rest of the plane. Wondering what was going on, I walked to the back of the plane.

I touched my wrist, making sure the gale bracelet, as I named it, was in place. It was made of brass and enchanted to conjure a strong wind and throw an attacker away from me. It was one of many charmed objects I had come up with.

I debated grabbing one of my daggers. I had a pair of copper daggers in my carry-on bag stowed in the overhead compartment. They were useful against a supernatural opponent, carved with symbols that would allow the blades to harm spiritual flesh. I decided against grabbing the daggers. Unless I saw an actual threat, it would only cause more problems for me to pull them out.

I was about to head into coach when a stewardess stopped me. “Just go back to your seat, miss.”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“A passenger thought she saw a woman out on the wing,” the stewardess explained.

“What, like that Twilight Zone episode?” One of my favorite episodes. “With the gremlin on the wing?”

The stewardess gave me a momentarily confused look, then, ignoring my comment, said, “It happens sometimes. When you mix sleeping pills, alcohol, and altitude it can cause all sorts of unanticipated reactions. If you could please take your seat, miss.”

I walked back to my seat and tried to peer out the window, straining to see the aircraft’s wing, but I was too far forward. My heart thudded. Before I met Mark and Mary, I would have bought the stewardess’s explanation.

But I had learned too much.

“What are you doing, Sam?” Candy asked as she returned from the lavatory.

“Get my laptop,” I snapped.

When we rushed out of the house on Saturday morning, one step ahead of Brandon’s forces, I grabbed a bag I had prepared. I got the idea from some spy movie—a go bag. It contained anything I would need if I had to leave in a hurry: my copper daggers, a laptop that contained copies of my translations of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, my enchanted perfume, the bracelet I currently wore around my wrist, and a few other handy items.

Candy grabbed my laptop out of the overhead bin and I booted it up. There was a section in the book that described Lilith’s monstrous children.

The Children of Lilith could manifest in a myriad of different ways, and there were a few that could fly. For instance: a Zauba’a could take the form of whirlwind, the Pazuzu and the Lamassu had bird wings, the Th’uban was something that resembled a dragon, and the Alukah could fly using her hair. I read each entry carefully—the one about the Alukah jumped out. An Alukah looked perfectly human and was a type of vampire. Her bite imparted a narcotic effect on the victim, making them docile as the monster fed. Her hair could be shaped into wings or in other, useful ways. The gaze of an Alukah was hypnotic, making her victims docile or causing people to ignore her presence.

The drunk were supposedly immune to this power.

My blood chilled as I shut down my laptop.

I tried in vain to see the wing again. Was there an Alukah perched on the airplane’s wing? Or was it just a drunk woman hallucinating? I chewed my lip. Maybe I was just being paranoid. But what if I wasn’t?

I could only hope that the Zimmah bond would protect us from an Alukah’s gaze.

No. Hoping is what Mark would do. I bet there was a way I could neutralize the gaze. I started my research.

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