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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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As the Gods shared their love, healing the sick children, the demonic Patriots plotted. Their perfidy knew no bounds.

—Gospel of April 42:1

Mark Glassner

Jenny Peck was in desperate need of a lung transplant because of her Cystic Fibrosis. She’d spent the last two years in the hospital. Her parents sat on one side of her bed, watching their daughter as a respirator breathed for her. The mother was blonde with a heart-shaped face and plump lips. I smiled at her.

“My God,” her husband murmured and bowed.

“Oh, thank you,” the wife said in relief and knelt before me. “The doctors don’t think she has long to live.”

Her mouth was so close to my cock. I wanted to pull it out and have her suck on it. But her daughter was dying. That could wait. I stepped around her and grabbed Jenny’s hand. I spoke the word, and power flooded out of me. I groaned. She was more challenging to heal than Abbas. Her lungs, liver, and pancreas were all damaged by her condition.

But I had power. I would save this barely legal girl and give her a life, show her the pleasures her disease had robbed from her. The crimson light died down, revealing the girl’s skin pink and healthy, a beautiful smile appeared on her lips.

“Oh my baby,” her father cried, hugging her.

“You healed her,” the mother whispered, still kneeling. She licked her lips, understanding she now had to make a sacrifice to her god.

One she’d enjoy.

I smiled at her and unzipped my pants. She eyed my hard cock. She glanced up at me, her eyes full of worship, her tongue pursed between red lips. Then she leaned over and sucked the head of my cock into her married lips.

“Good,” I groaned, enjoying her hot mouth as she slowly bobbed her head.

Her tongue danced around my cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. I savored the pleasure, my balls feeling her hungry suction. Her eyes burned as they stared up at me, worshipful awe transforming her face into zealous ecstasy.

“Mom!” Jenny gasped, bolting upright.

Her dad let out a strangled, “Irene!”

I glanced at them, shock painting their faces. I savored the hurt in the husband’s face, the look of betrayal as I cuckolded his wife and the awakened, jealous desire in the daughter’s as she stared at her first cock buried in her mother’s lips.

Then I said the words to take away their shock and the husband’s pain. “It’s okay. Irene is just worshiping me. You are proud and happy for her.” I smiled as my commands sank in, and the husband and daughter relaxed. “She’s just worshiping her god. After all, I saved your daughter.”

“Yes, yes,” the husband nodded. “Of course. You performed a miracle, my God.” He hugged his daughter tighter.

Her nipples poked at her thin hospital gown.

Healing the daughter, restoring color to her cheeks, awakened her youthful, innocent beauty. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she watched, her eyes sparkling. She leaned forward, studying her mother’s blowjob technique.

She looked a lot like her mother, although the eyes were different: The mother’s were green, the daughter’s blue. My dick throbbed, loving the daughter’s attention almost as much as the husband witnessing his wife’s whorish desire for my cock.

“Have you ever had sex, Jenny?” I asked, running my hands through her mother’s blonde hair.

“No,” she answered. Her father nudged her. “I mean, no, my Lord.”

Irene sucked harder, her hands cupping my balls. I fucked the sexy wife’s hot mouth, glancing now at the husband. “Your wife gives great head. Really knows how to love a cock.”

He smiled a little foolishly. “I’ve never had complaints, my Lord.”

“Great,” I groaned. “A good wife blows her husband whenever he wants. And a good husband licks his wife’s cunt whenever she needs it.”

“Yes, my Lord,” he groaned.

His wife just sucked so hard on my dick as I fucked it in and out of her mouth.

I loved that, savoring the married woman’s whorish passion. My hips pumped my dick deeper into her mouth. I brushed the back of her mouth. Remembering Nurse Karishma’s tight throat, a smile grew on my lips.

I pressed my cock against her gullet. She stiffened, resisting.

“Relax, slut,” I groaned. “Relax your throat so I can fuck your mouth!”

She obeyed. She didn’t fight as I forced my cock down her throat. Gripping her head between my hands, I fucked her mouth hard. Her throat was tight, massaging my sensitive tip as I plunged my shaft down her mouth over and over. My balls slapped her chin, meaty thwacks as I enjoyed her mouth.

Jenny’s deep blue eyes were wide as she watched her mother be my whore. I grinned at her, gripping her mother’s golden curls hard, thrusting my dick faster and faster down Irene’s mouth. She sucked and gurgled, her tongue dancing on my dick. Throaty moans rose, humming around my shaft.

“Wow, Mother,” Irene said, swallowing. “You’re taking so much of his cock.”

“She is,” the husband said, eyes wide, awe in his voice.

I grinned at him. “She’ll do the same for you now that I instructed her on how a wife pleases her husband.”

He just nodded, rubbing at his jeans, getting hard as I used his wife.

But I flicked my eyes to the eighteen-year-old. “Let’s see those tits, Jenny.”

“Um, okay, sure,” she muttered, looking away in embarrassment even as her hands went to the ties of her hospital gown.

“What do you say?” her father admonished.

“Right, yes, my Lord,” Jenny answered, squirming with embarrassment. “I’ll show you my tits, my Lord.”

“I’m sorry, my daughter never learned proper manners, my Lord.” He grimaced. “We went easy on her because of her… Well, I guess we don’t have to anymore.”

“It’s fine,” I said, mouth salivating as the barely legal beauty lifted off her hospital gown.

I groaned. She wore no bra beneath, exposing pale, budding breasts topped with dark-pink nipples. Small nubs, like little buttons. I wanted to gnaw on those little buttons, to feel them between my teeth. My dick throbbed in her mother’s throat.

“I can always forgive a pretty, young girl,” I said. “Let’s see your cunt.”

“Yes, my Lord,” she blushed. Her fingers hooked the waistband of her cotton panties. With a blushing shiver, she pulled them off of her coltish legs.

I groaned at the sight of her tight slit surrounded by golden curls. My cock erupted into her mother’s mouth. My body bucked, jizz pumping out of my body, leaving me trembling and groaning. I savored the rapture surging through my body as my eyes feasted on that barely legal cunt.

I let go of Irene. She pulled her mouth off my cock, swallowing most of my large load. A glob of white spunk fell out of the corner of her mouth onto her thick sweater, and soaked into the fabric. My dick, still hard thanks to my Pact with the Devil, ached to enjoy a younger hole.

I grabbed Irene’s hand, pulled the mother to her feet, and turned her to face her daughter. As I reached down to fondle her plump ass through her long, dark skirt, I asked the mother, “Isn’t she beautiful?”

“She’s my angel,” Irene whispered, shivering as I squeezed her ass.

“Have you ever thought about spreading her pale thighs and tasting her innocent treasure?”

“I don’t underst… Oh.” Irene flushed crimson. “No, my Lord.”

I pressed my lips against the hot wife’s ear. “Why not? Look at how beautiful her cunt is. Surrounded by that forest of golden curls. I’m gonna fuck her. Pop her cherry. Use your mouth and get her nice and ready for my dick.”

“I… yes, my Lord,” she breathed, my commands changing her entire outlook on sex and incest. Licking her lips, she reached out to stroke her daughter’s legs. “Momma will get you all wet and ready for your God.”

“Just bend over and pull her to you,” I instructed as I rubbed her ass through her skirt. “I’ll make sure you feel good, too. And you,” I glanced at her husband, “just enjoy the show. You’ll get to enjoy sloppy seconds.”

“Yes, my Lord,” the husband groaned, still squeezing his dick through his jeans.

Irene bent over the foot of the hospital bed, pulled her daughter to her, and spread the girl’s youthful thighs. Irene lowered her face until it lay inches away from her daughter’s snatch. She inhaled, breathing in her daughter’s scent in.

“Delicious, right?” I asked.

“Yes, my Lord!” she moaned before burying her face into Jenny’s fresh snatch.

“Oh, fuck!” Jenny gasped, bucking as she felt the first incestuous contact of her mother’s lips on her cunt.

“Language, young lady,” reprimanded her dad.

“Really, Dad?” Jenny rolled her eyes at her dad and shook her head. “Mom’s going down on my pussy!”

I grinned as I hiked up Irene’s skirt. Delight filled me when I found her panty-free. A true believer. She shaved her cunt save for a strip of blonde above her clit. But it wasn’t her pussy I was interested in. I spread her asscheeks opened and fingered her puckered hole.

“Ever been fucked in the ass?” I asked as I shoved a finger past the tight sphincter into her velvety depths.

“No, my Lord!” she squeaked as I violated her bowels, loving the texture, my dick throbbing in anticipation.

“Why haven’t you ever let your husband fuck your ass?”

“It’s dirty,” she answered.

I pushed the head of my wet cock, lubed by her spit, against her asshole and plunged in. She moaned, squeezing tight on my dick as I sank into her velvety depths. I shuddered, my shaft sliding deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin bowels.

When I bottomed out I looked at her husband and told him, “When I’m done, your wife will be more than happy to give you sloppy seconds.” I gave her ass a slap. “Right, Irene?”

“Yes, my Lord!” she panted, her voice tight with pleasure. “I’d be thrilled to let my husband fuck my asshole! Oh, my Lord, your cock… It’s so hot!”

“Wow, Mom,” her daughter groaned, grinding her pussy on her mother’s lips. “You took all of his cock! That’s amazing!”

“Uh-huh,” Irene moaned into Jenny’s snatch.

The incestuous sight before me surged lust through me. I gripped the mother’s hips, drawing my cock back through her tight, warm ass. Then I slammed in, reaming her hard over and over. My balls smacked into her taint as I butt-fucked her hard, velvety pleasure writhing about my cock.

The mother moaned into her daughter’s cunt as I fucked her bowels. I plowed them harder and harder, loving pressing the mother’s mouth into Jenny’s barely legal cunt. The girl writhed on the bed, gripping the bedsheets with one hand and her mother’s golden curls with the other as she humped her hips.

“Oh, Mom!” she gasped. “Oh yes, that’s soooooo amazing! You’re eating my pussy! My pussy!”

“Yes,” I growled, watching the girl experience her first taste of passion.

Incestuous, lesbian passion.

Her firm, youthful tits bounced as she humped against her mother’s hungry mouth. My dick throbbed in her mother’s bowels. I fucked Irene’s ass so hard, staring at the passion burning through her daughter’s body.

This was so hot. The husband watched, hand down his pants, squeezing his dick as his wife and daughter writhed for my pleasure. I’d use them both before him, taking them because I could. Because I was his god.

My balls tightened.

“Oh, yes, Mom!” Jenny howled, her back arching. “Oh, wow. I’m going to… I’m going to… to cum!”

She said that word with such awe, like she never thought she’d get to orgasm thanks to her sickness. And now she experienced such rapture because I healed her. My powers could bring such joy to the world.

“Mom!” she squealed.

“Cum, honey!” moaned her father. “Cum on your mother’s mouth.

Jenny tightened her thighs about her mother’s head as she orgasm. She writhed in pleasure, bucking on the bed. I groaned, plowing her mother’s ass so hard, watching the barely legal girl revel in her first climax.

Irene groaned, her bowels clenching so hard on my dick as she licked and nuzzled at her daughter’s spasming pussy. She explored the delicate folds of her daughter’s barely legal cunt while her ass massaged my invading cock.

“It keeps flooding through me, Mom!” Jenny howled.

“Just enjoy it,” I groaned. “Enjoy your new life!”

“Thank you, my Lord, for this gift,” the cumming girl moaned, staring at me with such hungry passion, awakened to her body’s pleasures.

I fucked the mother’s asshole harder and faster. The sweet friction of my cock’s head rubbing against her bowels built the growing pressure in my balls. They smacked over and over into her taint as she moaned into her daughter’s cumming snatch, prolonging Jenny’s taste of rapture.

“Daddy, look, I’m cumming so hard!” moaned Jenny. “Mom made me cum!”

“She did,” groaned the father, jerking his cock off in his pants.

I loved it. I grunted, eager to—

Mark, are you staying on task? sent Mary, startling me and almost throwing off my strokes.

Almost.

Sure, I sent back to my wife, pumping away at the married woman’s bowels, driving her face into her daughter’s snatch. It was the truth. I just healed Jenny. Thanks to the Siyach spell, my wife and I could communicate telepathically.

Liar. I could feel her amusement through the sending. Who’re you fucking right now?

Mary always sensed me fucking through the sending, no matter how hard I tried to keep the passion out of my thoughts. Of course, when you were buried in a woman’s ass that felt this amazing, it was hard to hide your passion.

Fucking a mother’s ass while she eats out her virgin daughter’s cunt. My dick throbbed in the mom’s bowels. Jenny just turned eighteen, and she’s enjoying her first taste of pleasure now that she’s well.

I see why you got distracted. She had a resigned edge to her thought. And how many children have you healed?

Five. Including the girl learning about the joys of mother-daughter incest.

After you’re finished, you have to heal ten children without taking a break. I’ll check with 51 to make sure. That seemed more than a little bit unfair, but I knew 51 would side with Mary. Sometimes I regretted giving free will back to the bodyguards.

Yes, dear, I promised.

Jenny gasped loudly, her body convulsing as another orgasm rippled through her. “Oh wow, Mom!” she cried. “Cumming is so fucking awesome!”

“Mmm, orgasms always are, angel,” the mom purred, bowels clenching down on my dick.”And mind your language. We didn’t raise you to speak such filth!”

“Sorry, Mom,” gasped the cumming girl as Irene bent down and continued to vigorously eat her out snatch.

A suspicion formed in my mind. My wife was nearly as lustful a being as I was. So Mare, how many children have you healed?

That’s not important, she sent back, a hint of guilt in her thought.

How many? I pressed, savoring Irene’s bowels sliding about my dick.

Six, she answered weakly. I got sidetracked.

That’s my naughty filly!

Fine, we both have to heal ten children before indulging again. Okay, my horny stallion?

Sure, Mare. Love ya.

Love you, too.

As I plowed Irene’s ass, I wondered whom my wife had fucked? A hot MILF with large tits? A barely legal virgin? Maybe it was a guy. An image of Mary riding another man’s cock floated up in my mind. Her perky breasts, swollen with her pregnancy, bouncing up and down, sweat rolling down her cute baby bump—she had just entered her second trimester and was starting to show. There was something exciting about watching your wife be another man’s whore. A perverse thrill that rippled through you.

I wondered if she felt the same when she watched me fuck another woman?

“Fuck!” I groaned. Thinking of my wife with another man sent my balls into overdrive.

Cum erupted from my dick. I creamed Irene’s ass. I grunted, driving my spurting cock into the depths of her bowels. She shivered, feeling the cum spilling in me, then moaned into her daughter’s pussy like a good whore, her asshole massaging my cock.

I savored the MILF’s cumming flesh as her bowels milked every drop of cum from my dick. Pleasure burned through my veins. I groaned, gripping her hips. The final spurt spasmed my body, ecstasy lifting my mind high.

And then I crashed.

Still hard, I pulled out my dick and slapped her butt. “It’s your husband’s turn. Be a good, little whore for him.”

Irene looked up from her daughter’s cunt, sticky with her juices, and smiled. “Absolutely, my Lord!”

I glanced at her husband as I moved to the bed. “She’s all lubed for you.”

“Thank you, my God,” he groaned, moving to his wife.

Jenny’s eyes widened as they fell on my dirty cock as I mounted the bed. In the background, Irene moaned as her husband buried his cock into her sloppy ass. I climbed onto the virgin girl, bent down and nipped at her bite-sized nipples.

They were so delicious to chew on. I made the girl mewl and purr as I went back and forth between them. The sounds she made excited my dick, eager to bury in her untouched depths. I swirled my tongue around her nipples, nibbled on them, loving how she gasped.

Then I licked up her sweaty neck, savoring the salty flavor, and kissed her lips. Her lips were sluggish, unsure. I realized she had never kissed before. Another first I claimed. Her lips tasted as sweet as an ice tea on a hot summer day. But they remained stiff.

I broke it, nuzzling to her ear. “Relax,” I whispered. “Relax, my little slut.”

Instantly, the tension melted out of her.

“Okay,” she moaned.

I kissed her again. Her tongue brushed my lips and her legs spread wantonly for me. I slid between her thighs, kissing her harder, loving her trembling beneath me, her body so lithe and nubile. Just turned eighteen and still virginal.

I loved being a god.

I guided my cock, still dirty from her mother’s ass, to her virgin hole. I would soil her pure depths. She shivered as I rubbed the tip on her tight slit, enjoying the feel of her silky pubes on my dick’s head. I slid lower, finding the hymen covering the entrance of her body.

She didn’t tense, not with my command upon her. She stayed reflex as I pressed on her maidenhead.

“My Lord!” she gasped when I thrust, popping her cherry.

I loved popping a girl’s cherry. Women who were of age and still had hymens were just so rare. I savored my dick sliding into her hot, silky depths. Her now-soiled sheath clenched on my dick as I bottomed out in her, stretching her hole with my girth.

“Holy shit!” she gasped. Her cunt squeezed like a vice on my cock. “Holy fucking shit!”

“Language!” snapped her dad as he reamed her mom’s ass behind us, flesh slapping flesh, Irene grunting.

“Holy shit, holy shit!” Jenny kept screaming as I drew back my dick through her silky pussy’s depths. Her eyes and cunt squeezed tightly as I thrust in. “Oh my fucking shit!”

“Language, young lady! That’s your last warning!”

“You mind your father,” Irene panted. “Mmm, go a little harder, Ernie! Crud, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

Jenny, however, didn’t care about her parents‘ warning. She thrashed and bucked, her once virginal pussy spasming with wanton passion around my dick. I groaned, her innocent flesh cleaning my dick of her mother’s ass as I pumped in and out of her pussy.

Behind me, the parents shared a sloppy kiss, and then the wife purred, “That’s your daughter’s sweet pussy you’re tasting.”

“Shit,” he moaned.

“Language, dad!” Jenny exclaimed, bucking beneath me.

“I want to watch you make love to our daughter,” Irene moaned, voice so throaty. “And then I’ll lick her all nice and clean!”

“Holy shi… shoot!” Ernie gasped. I was pretty sure he just blew his load.

Jenny gasped and clutched me tightly, thrusting her hips to meet my stroke. Incestuous passion burned through the air. It was so hot hearing the parents talk about fucking their daughter. I couldn’t wait until my daughter with Mary, or one of the pregnant sluts, came of age. I wanted that thrill, to pop her cherry, to make love to her like Jenny’s dad would to her.

My balls boiled. I pounded her tight cunt hard, savoring how delicious she felt sliding along my thrusting dick. Every plunge felt like sinking into a soft, juicy peach. She gasped and moaned, her orgasm rippling through her.

“My Lord!” she gasped, her fingernails raking my back and she came again. Her orgasm exploded quick and fast, like a tiny firecracker.

And her tight cunt milked my cock. Such rapture shudder through me as I rammed my dick over and over into her silky depths. Her small nipples rubbed on my chest as she squirmed and moaned, eager for my cum to spurt into her depths.

The hospital bed creaked. Their parents watched, seeing their daughter servicing their god like the whore her hot body promised she’d be. She’d want sex all the time. From her father, her mother, any cute boys, or girls, at her school. This pussy would give so much pleasure.

And I broke her in.

“Fucking whore!” I grunted. “Your cunt’s fucking tight! Goddamn I love barely legal pussy! I’m going to flood you.”

“Yes!” she hissed. “Cum in me, my Lord! Use my pussy! My cunt! Do whatever you want to me!”

Her worship shuddered through me, another orgasm detonating in her hot pussy. I groaned, burying into her spasming flesh. My balls boiled over. Rapture fired from my cock, spurting into her hot depths.

I bucked atop her as the pleasure peaked through me. Her hot pussy milked out the last of my cum. She beamed up at me, her face flushed, her lips wet. She kissed me hard, with such enthusiasm, her body still quivering as her orgasm rippled through her.

Then she fell back, satiated.

I pulled my cock out of her, leaving her legs spread wide, looking so obscene. My cum dripping pink out of her deflowered cunt. My dick twitched, wanting to have another round with the little whore. But Mary’s words echoed in my head.

And I felt 51’s eyes on me from the doorway. Mary had sent word to her.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Jenny whispered. “For healing me. And for… you know.”

I bent down and gave her another kiss, savoring the sweetness of those lips. “You’ll always remember the day you fucked a God.”

“I will,” she smiled, a tear glistening in her eyes. “You gave me back my life.” Her arms wrapped around me, and then her tears soaked my neck. Her body shuddered.

I held her for a few minutes, rocking her. I stroked her back. I wanted to protect her, to banish her tears. I wondered if I’d feel this desire with my own daughter. Was this a preview of my future? If so, I liked it. Though she cried, they were tears of joy.

Tears I gave her.

As they slowed, I pulled away, stroking her face. “Why don’t you show your parents how much you love them. Eat your mother’s ass out and let your daddy try out your cunt.”

“I will,” she smiled, sniffing.

I stood, straitening my suit, and walked out, followed by my bodyguards. The hospital brimmed with the bodyguards while outside a company of the Legion—about 130 soldiers bound by the Ragily prayer—guarded the perimeter. If it sounded like overkill, I didn’t care. I took no chances. Not with the damned Patriots out there.

“Okay, who’s next?” I asked Xiu.

She glanced down at her clipboard, Nurse Karishma hugging her from behind, lips sticky with pussy. “It’s—”

“Spectre! Spectre! Spectre!” a voice suddenly crackled on 51’s radio.

A clammy cold seized my heart. Ice rippled across my skin as I whirled to my chief bodyguard. The other women, all beautiful, went alert, sidearms drawn or assault rifles aimed, forming a tightening ring around me.

With a thought, I summoned my Celestial gold sword and armor. Golden light burst around me, the familiar weight of the metal armor wreathing my body. Thanks to the Gift, I had the powers of a monk. Heaven’s powers to fight evil. I held my sword, curved like a katana, in a low grip.

“Where?” I demanded at 51.

“51 to all units, sitrep,” 51 said into the radio, the Black woman standing calm, unflappable.

Gunfire erupted outside.

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