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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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It is said the Tyrants were so paranoid, they plotted only in a tomb of iron, warded with demonic magics to prevent any from spying on them. In their Matmown did they plot the first battle in their war with the demon Lilith. The first great disaster of their reign.

—excerpt from The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, by Tina Allard

Friday, November 8th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

The door to the Matmown clanged shut.

Excitement trembled through me as I surveyed the room. A chill pervaded, the metal walls and floor icy to the touch. A table—cheap, the kind that could fold up and you’d see in a hotel’s convention hall—dominated in the center, folding chairs around it. I sat at the head, Mary across from me. All the sluts: Alison, Desiree, Violet, April, Jessica, Lillian, Xiu, and Korina, along with Willow, Sam, and Candy took their seats. The people I most trusted. My wife, our sluts, our doctor, and our vizier and her assistant.

My family. We were a strange group, but I loved them all. Though I loved one far more than the others.

There was no electricity inside the Matmown. There could be no holes in the walls to run a wire. It would break the containment. The only opening was the door, designed to seal shut and be impregnable from the outside. But Sam had thought of everything. Floor lamps enchanted to glow without power stood in the room’s corners, space heaters hooked up to car batteries struggled to lessen the chill, and the chairs had spells giving them seat warmers.

I appreciated that.

I didn’t ask how she did this. Her explanations always went over my head. It only mattered to me that they worked.

“Okay, Mary, what have you been holding back?” I asked my wife, eager to finally find out her big secret. The last six weeks had been almost unbearable at times. “Spill it.”

Mary took a deep breath. “Mark, we have started something terrible.”

Terrible? I knew Mary had some guilt over the way we treated people in the beginning. But terrible was a little much. “What do you mean?”

“Lucifer and the other demons are trapped in the Abyss, but their prison is weakening. Because of us.” I could see guilt in her emerald eyes. “As more and more people worship us as gods, the prison grows weaker. Maryām told me that you will kill Lilith one day, and that would be the final straw keeping Hell shut. Lucifer will be free.” She looked at me, her eyes pleading. “Free to wreak havoc on this world. Because of us. And it won’t just be the Devil. All the demons will be unleashed.

“Monsters like Molech!”

I shivered, my stomach twisting at the brutality Molech inflicted upon the women sacrificed to him. I swallowed, looking at the others in the room. Stunned disbelief froze the sluts’ faces, jaws dropped, eyebrows raised. Violet gave a slow shake of her head. They didn’t want to believe their masters would cause such a problem. Hell, I didn’t believe we could cause such a problem.

“Are you saying that I’m causing the end of the world?”

“We are,” Mary corrected. “I’m just as culpable. You may have led, but I’ve willingly followed you.”

“Then why are we making people worship us? And trying to rule the world, Mare? Shouldn’t we be telling people to stop worshiping us?” Could I really give that up though? That wonderful high as a thousand people cry out my name in worship?

“Maryām told me that the prison was weak enough. Getting more people to worship us isn’t going to change that? But if we unite the world, we might have the power to challenge the demons if they get out.” She swallowed. “And a confrontation with Lilith is inevitable.”

“It is interesting that killing Lilith is the trigger,” Sam said.

“What?” I asked her.

“Well, she was the first woman created, made of the dust of the earth just like Adam,” our vizier explained, pushing up her glasses. “She was the first Warlock. The first human soul condemned to the Abyss. She grew powerful after all those millennia imprisoned. Her death, her blood, would hold all that energy she had gathered. She is a mix of both worlds now.”

“So we don’t kill Lilith,” Violet said, pigtails flying at the vigorous nods of her head. “If she lives, Lucifer cannot be summoned.”

“That’s great!” Xiu exclaimed, her heavy tits jiggling. “We just have to capture her and imprison her.”

It couldn’t be that simple. Right?

“Capture Lilith?” Lillian snorted with derision. “Yeah, that’ll be easy.”

Violet blushed and looked down at her fidgeting hands.

Mary glared at Lillian. “You don’t need to talk to your fellow slut that way,” my wife snapped. “Tonight, you will report to me for your spanking.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lillian answered, looking contrite. But a small smile played on her lips. Xiu wasn’t the only slut that enjoyed Mary’s spankings. “I’m sorry, Violet. Do you still love me?”

Violet rolled her eyes as Lillian fluttered her eyelashes at her. “I do.”

“So, how do we capture her?” Willow asked.

“Isn’t that what the Legion is for?” Jessica, our caramel-skinned reporter slut, leaned forward. “We know she’s in Seattle. Let’s send in the troops. They’re supposed to be gifted with certain advantages in fighting monsters because of the Ragily bond.”

“But what if something goes wrong?” Mary objected. “What if she accidentally gets killed?”

“Do we have an alternative, mi Reina?”

“No. But the Mother Superior hinted that there was a way to trap Lucifer when he first crosses over. She said the answer lies in Qumran.”

“What’s Qumran?” April asked. “It sounds like a drink.”

“A dirty drink,” Lillian giggled. “Cum-rum. Mmm, sounds delicious!” Lillian threw her arm around April’s shoulders. “Me, you, and your cute girlfriend should find a hunky guy and give it a try.”

April flushed, glancing at Violet, who shifted nervously. April had a girlfriend? Who was she? “We’re pregnant, Lillian,” April pointed out. “Both of us.”

Pregnant? So was it Korina or Violet?

“Right,” Lillian sheepishly grinned. “So I’ll enjoy the rum and you can enjoy the cum!”

“Sure,” April sighed.

“We’ll have so much fun!” Lillian declared.

“Khirbet Qumran,” Sam interrupted testily, giving Lillian a frosty look, “is a series of caves in the West Bank where the Dead Sea Scrolls were found. Many of the texts discovered predate the New Testament period. Not all have been released to the public. The traditional view is that they were penned and stored by the Essenes, who…”

“Yeah, that’s what the Mother Superior said,” Mary interrupted before Sam could get into one of her long lectures. “The Creator safeguarded the knowledge at Qumran.”

Candy sighed and looked at Sam. “I guess we have more traveling to do. Hopefully, no monster will try and eat us this time!” There was a bitter, almost accusatory tone to her voice.

Sam shot her a warning look, then gave me an apologetic smile.

“We’ll send you some protection,” I reassured Candy. We should have given them a few of the bodyguards on their first mission, but Mary thought keeping it low-key would let them fly under the radar.

Instead, Lilith’s daughter almost killed them.

“It’ll take a few days to arrange things with the Israelis. Right, that’s where Qumran is?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, the West Bank. Though the scrolls are housed at the Museum of Jerusalem in a specially created—”

“So we need to capture Lilith, and quickly,” I said, heading off her long-winded explanation. “Hell, if we can capture her and lock her up somewhere, we can avoid the entire problem.”

“It’s bold. I like it,” Alison smiled. “She killed Karen. I say we lock the bitch up in a tiny cell for the rest of her life!”

“You could pierce her nipples, attach a leash to the piercings, and walk her like a dog,” Xiu sighed, tugging at her own nipple piercings. I had a feeling Xiu would love that..

“That’s how you broke Karen, Master,” Korina nodded. “Shoved that dog-tailed butt plug up her ass and treat her like the bitch she is!”

“That would be very satisfying to see, mi Rey!” Desiree purred.

“I would love to watch Mistress spank that bitch-demon’s ass,” Jessica added. “I love watching you paddle a naughty slut’s rump and make it glow red.”

“Make that ass black and blue,” Lillian laughed. “Don’t go easy on her! And we should piss on her! Make her sleep in the puddle like the piece of filth she is!”

“No! We should tie her up and let the entire Legion fuck her cunt!” Violet declared with more force than I’ve ever heard the shy girl use. “She hates men. I say, let every man in the world fuck her! For Karen!”

Tears glistened on Violet’s cheeks. A silence fell on the rest of us as we remembered our short time with Karen. April reached over and grabbed Violet’s hand, giving her a comforting squeeze. Once Karen had submitted to us, she had been a perfect, loving slut. And it was my fault she was dead. I didn’t hesitate to give her to Lilith to save my life.

I learned the hard way to never trust a demon.

My hand hurt, and I unclenched my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm. One day, I’d make Lilith pay for Karen.

“It’s risky, Mark,” Mary said, breaking the silence.

“Well, it needs to be done. She’s already sent the Dimme to kill me and an Alukah to kill Sam. She needs to be dealt with.” Fear gripped me. What if she sends her next monster after my pregnant wife? I couldn’t risk that. Lilith had to be neutralized.

“Seattle is her base of support,” Willow said. “What if we took that away from her?”

“I bet that Lamia woman we’ve seen with the Mayor of Seattle is the demon,” Jessica interjected. “Think about it, Masters. Mayor Craig is gay, and then this absolutely gorgeous woman appears, and he falls for her. I feel like this is Lilith.”

“We definitely need the Legion,” Korina said. “Master, you are powerful, but you’ll need soldiers to occupy the city.”

“Aren’t we moving too quickly?” Mary objected. “We haven’t learned how to deal with Lucifer if something goes wrong.”

“That could take a while,” Sam responded. “I mean, there was a lot of material found at Qumran. Some of it hasn’t even been made public. It could take me months to sift through it.”

“Then we should wait months,” Mary concluded.

I frowned at my wife. “But Lilith is already causing problems. We need to go into Seattle. At the very least, we have to find where she’s keeping those monstrous daughters of hers.”

“How, Master?” Jessica asked. “We summoned Karen, and she couldn’t help us. Lilith has her location warded somehow.”

Xiu snapped her fingers. Realization played a smile on her lips. “I bet the answers are in city hall. She needs to control the mayor for some reason. I bet there are city records that could point to where they’re hiding. They probably need a big building.”

“Of course. The city owns hundreds of buildings.” Jessica’s caramel face shown with excitement.

“Right!” April exclaimed, her bushy hair rustling. “And the government keeps records on everything!”

“Let’s send the Legion in and flush the bitch out!” Alison rubbed her hands together, glee on her face. “She tried to kill Master.”

Next to Alison, Desiree pounded her fist on the table. “Let’s exterminate her entire verminous brood, mi Rey!”

“Sounds great. I say we do that.” I looked at my wife. “We’ll capture Lilith and put down her foul children.”

“It’s too risky,” Mary objected, heat in her voice. “You’re being brash, Mark. The stakes are too high to afford a mistake.”

“We’ll be careful,” I told her, taken aback by her objections. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. It’s just…” She trailed off, a helpless look on her face.

“You just don’t think I can do this?” A bitter feeling spread through my stomach.

“It’s just too important to take chances. Please, Mark, reconsider.”

“She tried to kill me,” I pointed out, my anger bubbling back up. Why couldn’t she see how simple this was? “She killed Karen, and you just want to let her live? Don’t you care?”

She slammed her hand down on the table and glared at me, the reverberation echoing through the room. “Of course I care! I loved Karen just as much as you did! She was ours, and that bitch took her away! But the world, Mark? All those lives? What if something goes wrong?”

“That’s why we’ll be careful. But we have to do this. She’s growing too powerful. It may be too hard to dislodge her in a few months.”

“I say we wait,” Mary said, her face growing stubborn. “It’s stupid to rush this.”

“So I’m being stupid?” I demanded, frustrated with my wife. Why was she so blind? Lilith needed to be neutralized as soon as possible.

“I didn’t say that, Mark,” she spat. “But you’re being a pigheaded fool!”

I grit my teeth. “Now what?”

“Let’s vote,” she declared. “Everyone, give your honest opinion. Who says we wait?”

Jessica quickly shot her hand up and gave me a guilty glance. Sam and Willow’s hands joined her. Sam looked at Candy and gaped that her toy had a different opinion. “That Alukah almost killed us both,” Candy answered. “I’m with Alison and Desiree! Let’s capture the bitch and piss on her and stuff her in a cage!”

Violet chewed on her lip, glancing back and forth between Mary and me, then raised her hand, not looking at me.

Counting Mary, five wanted to wait. The remaining eight of us wanted to attack. “I guess I’m not the only pigheaded fool here, Mary,” I retorted. I knew it was going too far as soon as I said it.

Mary flinched in hurt anger.

“Fine,” she said flatly, tossed her auburn hair, and stalked towards the door. “It’s only the World!”

“Wait, Mistress,” Jessica said, and followed Mary out of the Matmown.

Everyone else sat with stunned silence. I knew I should go after her. I really should. Frustration and exhaustion seethed within me though. “Close the door,” I barked. “We have plans to make!”

“Yes, Master!” Xiu scurried to close the door. She sat back down and said, “We…um… should get General Brooks in here.” General Brooks commanded the Legion, the 10,000 soldiers bound to me by the Ragily prayer.

I nodded my head. “This afternoon. Is there anything else?”

Sam shifted in her seat. “Well, um, there is the matter of tracking Warlocks. But, maybe we should wait on Mary?”

“No,” I said, still seething. I really should go after her and apologize. Even if I was right.

Candy pulled a few items from a bag: a map of the USA that she spread over the table, a few small weights to keep the map unfurled, and a plumb bob, a pointed weight dangling from a white string. She held it above the map by the end of the string, the pointed weight swaying lazily. She flicked her wrist, and sent the plumb bob spinning at the end of the string, the metal point hovering just above the map as it swung in a circle.

“Candy is concentrating on Warlocks,” Sam explained. “The bob is enchanted with a divining spell.”

Suddenly Candy let go of the bob and it stuck into the map of the U.S. right on the city of Paris, Texas.

“See, she’s detected the Ghost of Paris,” Sam said. Candy took up the plumb bob and sent it spinning again. “This is an old dowsing technique to find water and wells. I modified it to detect the resonance of a Warlock’s soul. As you know, souls have different resonances, which you and Mary perceive as colors. Silver for a normal person, Gold for a Nun, Black for a Thrall, Red for a Warlock, etc.”

The plumb bob came down in Philadelphia. Then St. Paul, San Francisco, Tulsa, Sioux Falls, Charleston, Tallahassee, El Paso, Memphis. Dozens more cities. And not just in the U.S. Sometimes the bob fell in Canada or Mexico. Once it landed on Cuba.

“We need to do something about this,” I said in stunned horror. She kept finding more and more, Violet writing each down on a notepad. And this was just North America.

“Let me and Desiree take care of this, Master,” Alison said, her face burning, her eyes bright with anger. “Give us a couple of platoons of special forces from the Legion, and we’ll start hunting them down. Most can’t be that dangerous. We’ll call for Mistress if they have people bound with the Zimmah spell.”

“Please, mi Rey?” Anger and pain seethed in Desiree’s brown eyes. “We need to do this. Warlocks are filthy beasts that need to be put down.”

Alison nodded vigorously. “We’ll make them all pay, Master!”

I chewed my lip. Mary should be present for the decision. I almost said yes anyways, but my anger had faded enough. “I’ll discuss it with Mary.”

“Thank you, mi Rey,” Desiree said. Ever since Brandon had raped her, she’s had a fierce hatred of Warlocks, and Alison burned with an even more intense fury than her wife.

“Let’s call it a wrap,” I yawned. “I think we all could use some sleep.”

I rode the elevator up to my suite. The bodyguards, as usual, were out front. I walked to them, blinking my eyes, composing my apology to them. As I approached, they both raised their hands, stopping me.

“Mistress said not to let you in,” the redhead bodyguard said, her face pleading.

“Out of the way,” I ordered and they froze, eyes bulging, unable to breathe. Conflicting commands would do that. “Never mind. You don’t have to follow that one.”

They gasped for breath as I stared at the door, chewing on my lip.

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Mary Glassner

My insides raged as I marched out of the Matmown.

It was bad enough that he wouldn’t listen to sense, but to taunt me at the end? I wanted to scream in frustration. Couldn’t he see how dangerous this was? The world was at stake! We had to go slow. We had to be careful. I stalked to the elevator and jabbed the up button.

“Come on!” I snarled at the elevator, mashing the button in the vain hope that it would make the damned thing move faster.

“Mistress,” Jessica said as she stepped up next to me.

“What?” I groaned, too tired to deal with anything right now. On top of my anger, I was exhausted. I only had a few hours of sleep, and spending all day healing had drained me.

“You look tense, Mistress. I could give you a massage.”

I glanced at Jessica, a caring smile on her caramel face. I reached out and stroked her honey-brown hair. She was so beautiful, exotic. Her mix of racial heritage gave her such unusual features. “I think I’d like that.”

We rode up the elevator in silence. I studied her. She was naked. Well, almost naked. She wore a gold choker with her name written with sapphires. Her breasts were small, full, with brown nipples. My eyes followed the line of her side down to her shapely hips, smooth thighs, and gorgeous calves.

The elevator dinged, announcing we reached the top floor where our suite was. Two bodyguards saluted me before they opened the door. I strode past them, chin held high. An impulse seized me, birthed out of my anger.

“Do not let Mark in,” I ordered them. “He’s in the doghouse.”

“I…um…yes, ma’am,” the Black bodyguard stammered.

The redheaded one, eyes wide, nodded her head.

Jessica followed me through the main room of the suite to the bedroom I shared with mark. Once inside, I stretched, walked to my dresser, and opened my jewelry box. I took off my silver locket, diamond stud earrings, and a ruby bracelet, leaving only my bronze protective amulet and wedding ring on.

Jessica unzipped my dress with her gentle touch. I let it fall to the floor, exposing my naked body. I looked down at my belly and stroked my baby bump. My mood improved a bit thinking about my unborn child.

“Shall I start, Mistress?” Jessica asked when she returned from the bathroom with a bottle of baby oil.

“Hmm?” I asked, frowning at her. Out of the fuzzy depths of my mind, remembrance rose. “Oh, right, the massage.”

Yawning, I stretched out on the bed on my belly. The mattress dipped as Jessica crawled onto it. She straddled my legs right below my butt. I jumped and shrieked as the cold baby oil dripped onto my back.

“Sorry, Mistress.”

“It’s okay,” I muttered, the liquid warming on my skin.

Her fingers kneaded the muscles of my neck and shoulders, driving the tension away with her gentle yet firm pressure. I sighed, closing my eyes and enjoying her touch. Her thumbs pressed into my flesh, moving in slow circles. She exorcised the anger. My fury at my husband melted away.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift into contentment.

Her hands worked lower and lower down my back, flanking my spine. She shifted down my legs as she worked closer to my ass. I groaned as her fingers rubbed at the strain out of my lower back. The pregnancy was starting to give me backaches.

Her hair brushed my body. She bent over, her tits rubbing on the backs of my thighs as she rubbed the ache out of my lower back. My ass wiggled, a heat kindling in my pussy as her nipples massaged my legs.

“Mistress,” she purred. “Such a gorgeous ass.”

She kissed my right butt-cheek before her oily hands slid down and gave each globe a good squeeze. She worked the plump muscles, making me squirm more, my pussy growing excited, juices trickling out. My nipples hardened, rubbing into the satin sheets.

“Yes,” I sighed, then grinned at her naughty antics.

Her fingers dipped into my crack, brushing my asshole and teasing me under the guise of her massage. She swirled and caressed my asshole, making me tremble and convulse, my toes clenching as her body wiggled.

She kissed my butt again, her fingers sliding down from my asshole, reaching my taint. My pussy clenched in trembling anticipation. I let out another groan as her fingers slid around my slit, caressing my flushed vulva before her hands seized my right leg.

Her tits lifted up from my thighs as she massaged me. She worked at knotted muscles, easing the ache as her hands slid up and down my thighs. Thumbs and digits dug into me, making me groan and squirm, my nipples kissing the sheets.

“Jessica,” I panted.

“Just enjoy, Mistress,” she purred, sliding her hands down to my calves, rubbing them, giving me more relief.

My pussy grew wetter and wetter as she lifted my foot. Her tongue licked and teased my toes. Strings of nerves connected each one to my pussy. When she sucked on them, she strummed those strings. Pleasure hummed like a note plucked on a guitar, reaching my pussy and making my entire body quiver.

“You naughty slut,” I panted, juices dribbling out of my pussy. Heat burned in me as she sucked her way down my foot.

Then she repeated all those wonderful sensations on my left leg, massaging me into buzzing relief, playing with my toes, being just a naughty slut and getting my pussy so wet and dripping. I needed to be touched.

“Now roll over, Mistress,” she purred, her voice so thick with excitement. This was the part she wanted.

The real fun.

I grinned, rolling over. Her oily hands found my pregnant stomach, caressing my baby bump. Just a swell now, but my child grew and grew every day.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, eyes smoldering. She slid her hand higher, passing between my breasts, and up to my neck. “Just breathtaking, Mistress.”

“So are you,” I panted, drinking in her caramel skin, her firm tits swaying.

She smiled at me she leaned over. Her breasts swayed above mine as she lowered her mouth. Her hair brushed my cheek, then her nipples pressed into my hard nubs. I licked my lips and then groaned as she kissed me.

Her kiss started gentle, lightly nibbling on my lower lip. But then our tongues joined the fun, brushing each other. I tasted her sweetness. She shuddered when my tongue invaded her mouth. Our lusts grew as our kiss deepened, our nipples throbbing against each other, my pussy on fire.

I shivered when Jessica settled her weight upon me. Our nipples kissed harder, rubbing against each other like flint on steel. Sparks of pleasure ignited fires in my pussy. I wasn’t so pregnant that I had to worry about someone being on top of me.

I moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of her body.

She was so sexy.

Our tongues fenced now, our bodies squirming. My hands stroked down her back and grasped her firm as. I pulled her down between my spread legs until our pussies touched. Electricity sparked between us.

“Mistress!” she moaned between kisses, her ass clenching beneath my hands.

I shuddered as our pussies tribbed together. I kissed her so hard, loving her new massage technique.

Her ass writhed beneath my hands as she undulated her hips. She slid her clit up through my pussy folds until she nudged my pearl. Hot sparks flared every time. I shuddered and moaned, fingers digging into her rump.

Again and again, her ass flexed. Every kiss of her clit on mine brought a burst of passion inside my pussy’s depths. My tunnel clenched. Heat burned inside of me, a fire swelled hotter by every delicious caress of clit on clit.

We tribbed.

We moaned.

Satin whisked beneath my back and squirming ass.

Her fingers stroked my cheeks as she kissed me harder, fiercer. Her tongue jammed into my mouth. Our hips found a rhythm, tribbing each other slowly, savoring the pleasure. Our skin rubbed together, so silky and delicious.

This was hot, but I had to be on top. I was the mistress here.

I held her tightly and rolled us over. Her thighs parted as she stretched out on her back. I settled my cunt against hers, eager for that contact between our clits again. For that roaring spark. I sat upon my elbows, staring down at her beautiful face contorting, her delicate nose twitching. Our nipples grazed each other, sharing quick kisses as I writhed my hips. Now I drove my clit through her pussy, searching for her clit.

A moan, low and throaty, escaped her lips when I found it. Her hands rubbed up and down my back and sides, trailing fire wherever she touched. I stared into her eyes, loving the deep brown, as we shared this moment.

“Yes,” Jessica purred. “Pleasure me, Mistress! Your beautiful pussy feels like wet silk!”

“You’re going to make me cum so hard, slut,” I moaned.

She shuddered, grinning, fingernails biting into my ass.

My hips moved faster, spurred on by the smoldering lust in her eyes. Memories of the afternoon when I had a cock flooded mind. Those wicked recollections washed through me. Fucking Jessica would be so much better than tribbing her. I could have a hard shaft plunging in and out of her velvet-wet cunt, feeling her silky flesh wrapped about my cock. Feel that glorious ache building, that need to spill my seed.

I loved being a woman. I loved the powerful, encompassing orgasms that filled my entire groin. But that urgent need for a cock, the way all the pleasure built up at one point—the head of your aching, throbbing dick—was amazing. It built and built until your girl-jizz erupted out of you. Ecstasy fired through your body, intense rapture mixing with the gentler waves of a feminine orgasm.

I understood just how desperate a guy could get to fuck a woman.

“Trib me!” Jessica panted. “Yes, yes! I love it! Make me cum, Mistress!”

I could gain a cock. It was so easy. I just had to bring us both to orgasm while tribbing her. While we writhed, I had to utter “Shophkah.” Our combined ecstasy would power the spell. I’d gain my very own cock I could summon or dismiss at will.

But what about Mark?

I tribbed my clit faster against Jessica’s pearl. I burned to have a cock. I didn’t care if he would find it disgusting. Find me disgusting. I needed to have it. I really ground into her, ignoring the objecting voice in my mind. After Mark’s petty comment, it would serve him right if I grew a dick.

The anger fueled my hips. I growled like an animal, slamming my cunt into hers, not caring if I was bruising her, bruising me. I had to cum. I had to have my cock. I ground my clit so hard into Jessica, bringing us both closer and closer to rapture.

To powering the spell.

Mare, I’m sorry, Mark’s thought suddenly filled my mind.

I ignored him and kept tribbing Jessica. I was almost there. Almost to the pinnacle of my passion. Our clits kissed over and over. Electricity shot from my nub, pleasure thundering through my body. I groaned, staring into the slut’s eyes, eager to see that moment of shock as my cock filled her.

To feel her hot pussy about my clit-dick.

“Cum with me!” I growled like a hungry tiger at Jessica. “Cum, my little slut! I want to feel your cunt flooding me with your passion.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Jessica howled and writhed, hot juices flooding out of her pussy.

It was stupid of me to taunt you, Mare. I was just frustrated. It seemed so clear what we should do and I was surprised you didn’t see it! C’mon, talk to me.

I was about to cum, so close to joining Jessica in rapture. Then I’d have my cock. Jessica convulsed beneath me, her orgasm writhing through her. I drew my clit back and rubbed it up her slit. Up to her little button. I nudged our pearls together.

Passion exploded throughout my body.

I opened my mouth to say that one word that would change everything.

I love you, Mare. I could feel the depth of his love, the depth of his guilt, in his thought.

A thought burst through the ecstasy spilling through my mind: What if Mark loathed me afterward? It exploded in me with the same force as my orgasm. My entire body tensed, frozen as I realized I couldn’t jeopardize my marriage just for the thrill of having a cock.

I collapsed atop Jessica, shaking as my orgasm quaked through me. I blinked, shivering, shocked by how close I came toward changing my entire body. To becoming like Sam. Shame twisted through me. Breathing heavily, I rolled off of her, staring up at the ceiling.

God, what did I almost do? Was this why Lilith told us about the Magicks of the Witch of Endor? One last trap? One last temptation for me?

Let’s talk, I sent back. I’m in our bedroom.

The… um… guards won’t let me in. I don’t want to, you know, hurt them.

Jessica glanced at me with a contented smile on her face. “Mark’s outside the suite. Tell the bodyguards to let him in, and then you can go.”

“At once, Mistress.”

Jessica scurried out. A minute later, Mark entered the room looking as contrite as a young boy about to be scolded. He walked over to the bed and knelt down, grasping my arm. I almost pulled away from him.

Anger seethed in me, a storming ocean slamming into my mind.

“I shouldn’t have snapped at you or taunted you,” Mark admitted, his fingers caressing my hand. “Lilith scares me. I’m afraid she’s going to hurt you. I couldn’t bear that.” Tears formed in the corners of his eyes. “I would do anything to protect you, risk anything. And… What if she tries to kill you next? What if I’m not there to guard you?”

My heart softened. The storming seas calmed. I grasped his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him so hard. When I broke the kiss, I stared into his eyes’ depths. “I forgive you.”

He relaxed, tension melting out of his shoulders and face. I pulled him up into bed with me. His strong arms went around me, his right hand going to my belly, spreading wide, protective over not just me, but our child.

“I really think we need to neutralize her power,” he said, his voice slow, cautious. “And kill her daughters. I’m not sure we can wait for Sam to find the answers. It could take her months.”

He was right. I sighed, “I know.”

“We’ll be careful, move slowly. Take no risks.” He kissed my lips. “I promise.”

“We shouldn’t be talking about this here,” I reminded him.

I snuggled closer to him. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him about my desire to grow a clit-dick, then snapped it shut. I could still remember the disgust in his eyes the first time he saw Lilith conjure her cock followed by the relief he felt when I lied and said I wasn’t interested in one.

“What?” he asked, a little wary.

“Nothing,” I sighed.

He stroked my cheek. “What, Mare?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. “I was thinking about the day Lilith gave me a cock.”

Mark stiffened for a moment. “Okay,” he carefully said. I could feel the tension ratcheting his body tight. “What about that day?”

“Sometimes…” I took a deep breath. “Sometimes I think about having one again.”

He looked at me, his mind whirling. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

“It would make you uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he admitted. “It’s kinda hot watching Sam, but…”

“It’s weird.”

He nodded. “If it’s something you really want… I guess I could adjust.”

I smiled at him. “No, it’s not something I really want. I just think about it sometimes.”

He relaxed. “I would still love you. Nothing could change that.”

But would you still desire me? I didn’t want to find out. “Kiss me,” I told him, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock. “Hard.”

He hesitated until my thumb brushed the head of his cock, and then his lips glued to mine. I lost myself in the feel of his lips, the scratch of his whiskers, his musk. Why ruin this? I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me. I may have wanted to be on top when tribbing Jessica, but it was so much better to be on the bottom to get fucked by Mark. To feel his comforting weight on top of me.

I would have to enjoy this as much as possible. Once my belly grew too big, we’d have to find other positions to use to make love.

My legs parted as we kissed, tongues dancing. I seized his cock and guided him into me. His tip rubbed on my snatch, sliding up and down it until I found the entrance. I groaned as the glorious pleasure of being penetrated coursed through me.

He kissed me harder as his cock sank into my wet depths. He bottomed out in me, my arms holding him, feeling his strength. My nipples rubbed on his muscular chest. He stayed buried in me for a few heartbeats, groaning into our kiss.

And then he moved. He pumped his hips slowly, making love to me with gentle passion. His cock sliding in and out of my depths drove away my dark fantasy. How could I want my own dick when I enjoyed Mark’s filling me up so damned much?

This was better.

What I needed.

I slid a hand down to his ass, gave him a squeeze. My fingers dug into his strong butt-cheeks. Pleasure rippled through my body as he sensed my need, picking up his pace. He drove his cock into me faster, harder, my pussy clenching down on him, drinking in the friction.

So wonderful.

My hips rotated to meet his thrusts. My clit throbbed, crushed by his pubic bone. Better than tribbing Jessica. My pussy clenched each time on his cock. My moans rose in my throat as I kept kissing him.

“Mare,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to nuzzle at my neck. “Love you.”

“Yes, Mark,” I gasped, trembling.

His hand caressed up the outside of my right thigh. He reached my hip and then slid past my baby bump as he climbed higher. I sighed as he found my breast. His fingers, with tender care, played with my nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. The pleasure radiated out from my nub, mingling with the fire burning in my cunt.

The pleasure built in me. My fingers dug into his ass as I tightened my hips. My eyes widened, his cock driving faster into me. I trembled, my body standing on the cusp of that wonderful plunge into rapture and…

I made the leap.

Ecstasy shuddered through me. A long, gentle orgasm rippled through my body.

“Mark!” I sighed.

My husband kept spearing his cock into me. I kissed him again, moaning into his strong lips. I savored the power of his thrusts. His strokes grew harder, churning up my pussy as his own pleasure mounted.

His balls thwacked into my taint as he drove over and over into my silky depths. My first orgasm ended, but another built in me as he made love to me with such vigor. I squirmed and writhed beneath him, kissing him so hard.

“Mare,” he groaned, breaking our kiss as he felt my fingers inch into his butt-crack. “You naughty filly.”

“Uh-huh,” I purred. “Always.”

I found his asshole and teased it gently. His thrusts grew more urgent as I slipped a finger inside his bowels, questing for his prostrate. He grunted when I found it, hammering my pussy. I massaged his little organ, his face twisting with rapture.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slamming his cock hard into my cunt

His body went rigid. Then he grunted. Hot jizz spurted into my pussy. That amazing feeling of cum jetting into my cervix. My orgasm rippled through me, my snatch milking his cock as we shared our rapture.

I bucked beneath him, rubbing my nipples into his chest as I squirmed. I whimpered and moaned, his balls unloading into my pregnant pussy. I kissed him hard, our tongues dueling as our pleasure peaked.

And then he held me, lying on me. I loved his weight.

“Mmm, that was delicious,” I purred, nuzzling into his neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, rolling off me.

I snuggled into him, hugging his muscular body. “Will you hold me while I sleep? I don’t want to have any nightmares, my love.” I placed my head on his chest, taking comfort from his heartbeat, his breathing. “Please.”

“Always.” His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me, protecting me.

Loving me.

To be continued…

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