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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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And with righteous anger, did our Living Gods drive the foul Lilith from Seattle, liberating the citizens from her dark shadow.

—The Second Book of Vivian 5:23

Mary Glassner

I watched in horror as the warehouse was consumed by flames. The greedy fire devoured the structure in minutes. The flames delighted in the destruction it caused, an insane glee that grew and grew as it engulfed more and more of the building in its tendrils. Red and orange danced in the night, sending cackling roars and popping laughs into the night sky.

The surviving rangers gathered around me. Mark was still inside. My heart clutched in my throat. With a mighty groan, half the roof caved in, sending fiery sparks raining into the night air. I swayed, my knees on the verge of collapsing.

Get out, Mark! I frantically sent. Please, please! The warehouse is about to collapse!

Working on it, Mark sent back.

I pulled out my silver locket from beneath the stab vest, clutching the heart-shaped jewelry desperately in my fist. The building creaked ominously, a shuddering moan growing louder and louder as the inferno consumed it. With one loud snap, it all came crashing down. Flames surged up into the sky. A hot wind slammed into me. I flinched before the heat, my auburn hair whipping about my head.

“Mark!” I screamed, tears burning my eyes.

Only rubble remained, twisted and burning. No longer a building. No one could have survived that. Tears ran down my warm cheeks. There was no way Mark could have survived the collapse. He was crushed to death, buried in fiery debris. My knees gave out. I collapsed into a ruin on the street, sobs wracking my body.

“Oh, Mark!” I wailed.

“Yeah, Mare?” Mark croaked behind me.

I spun around. My husband stumbled out of a portal from the Shadows behind me followed by eight shaken Rangers. Mark looked like hell, his face red from a terrible burn, half his head burned clean of hair. He stumbled forward. I caught him, helping him sink to the ground. His armor disintegrated into golden motes about me.

“Mark!” I gasped in horror, unable to look away from the ruin of his face.

“She got away,” he groaned bitterly.

“That’s okay,” I whispered and then healed him.

He grinned at me when the scarlet light faded, his face healed, and I couldn’t help but giggle nervously at his missing hair. He frowned, and I ran my finger along the swath of bare scalp where his hair had burned away.

“You need a haircut,” I smiled.

Laughing, he hugged me onto his lap and kissed me hard. All the scared, excited energy exploded out of me as our lips mashed passionately together. I told Mark the truth earlier when I said it excited me watching him fight. He was amazing as he threw himself into the battle. My adrenaline and joy stoked my passions.

Our kiss would have led to us fucking each other’s brains out if a moan of pain hadn’t reached my ears.

Breaking the kiss, I said, “There are still wounded who need our help.”

“What?” he asked, passion still filling his eyes. “Oh, yes. Of course.”

I climbed off my husband. We set about healing the rangers who fought and bled and died for us. We led 132 soldiers when we attacked the warehouse, an entire company. Only thirty-five remained combat-ready, sustaining no or only minor injuries. Forty-eight were seriously or critically injured, and forty-nine died. We killed fourteen monsters, most slain by Mark or with our help, and another six had been driven off.

It was sobering to learn just how lethal Lilith’s daughters were.

As we healed the wounded, a Humvee rolled up, and an officer—he had an eagle on his epaulets, so I think that made him a colonel—walked over to us. A group of soldiers followed him. “My Lords,” he saluted. “We captured a prisoner at the Mayor’s house.”

I turned and blinked at strawberry-blonde Fiona glowering at me, her hands bound behind her back. “Lilith will defeat you, Tyrants!” she spat at us.

I flinched at the hatred in her eyes. Her aura was red, a Warlock’s aura. She’d made a Pact with Lilith.

“You’ll see!” she howled. “She’ll crush you.”

It broke my heart. I still cared for Fiona. But we deserved her hatred. We forced her to be our whore.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I found Mary in the mayor’s office, sitting on the edge of his desk. My wife still wore her black fatigues, though she took off the stab vest. Underneath the vest, she wore a tight, black halter top that molded to her perky breasts and slightly round stomach. Her pregnancy was just starting to show. She wore her auburn hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked fetching as the rising sun streamed in through the window behind her.

Mayor Erikson wasn’t in his office. He couldn’t be trusted. He appeared to be enthralled by Lamia, who was either Lilith or one of her daughters. He could be a weapon. A danger to me or others. I left the man calling pathetically for, “My sweet Lamy!” with the soldiers downstairs. Mary would have to fix him with her Gift later.

“Mark,” she purred. “I believe I promised to fuck your brains out?”

I grinned, my cock hardening. The fight in the warehouse had been terrifying, but afterward, I felt so alive. And I wanted nothing more than to prove how alive I was by fucking my wife. I sauntered to her. She slid off the desk, moving with a strong grace.

Man, she looked sexy in her fatigues, like an amazon.

When I reached her, she kissed me with passion, pressing her body to me. She shoved her tongue deep into my mouth, meeting mine, caressing me, driving me wild with her ardor. I groaned, loving her passion.

“Fuck me,” she hissed, breaking our kiss, grinding her crotch into my hard cock. “God, I need it so bad! It was so hot watching you fight.”

I grinned at her, loving this woman so much. Her green eyes sparkled, lips shiny. “Just dripping wet, huh?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “I need you in me. Fuck me with that same fearless passion!”

I groaned and spun her about. I bent my pregnant wife over the desk. Her arms knocked a computer monitor and keyboard to the side. They crashed to the floor, plastic snapping. She wiggled her ass at me, those fatigues molding to her rump.

I groaned, my dick throbbing. I loved the sight of her plump rear. I squeezed her butt through the fatigues, savoring her. She let out such wanton moans, throwing hungry looks over her shoulders. My cock throbbing, I ripped her pants down off her ass along, dragging her sky-blue boy shorts with them.

I groaned at the sight I had unveiled. Her cunt was wet and waxed bare. Those lips just begging to be rammed into. Pink petals I wanted to feel wrapped about my dick. My hands ripped down my fly. I yanked out my hard shaft.

And buried into her dripping snatch.

The heat of her pussy engulfed my dick. I drank it in, savoring the silky friction of her snatch around me. Exhilaration surged through me. To be in her, reveling in her heat, feeling her wet passion for me. Dizzy delight groaned through me as I drew back through her sheath, her flesh gripping me hard.

Then I rammed into her again. My balls smacked her clit. She whimpered, her back arching. Her plump ass jiggled. I loved the sight, gripping her hips. She rotated her hips, bucking back into me, loving the feel of my dick in her.

“Fuck, that’s nice!” I moaned as I pounded her pussy.

“Yes, yes!” she cried, writhing on the desk. “Take me, stallion!”

The soldiers guarding the door were sure to hear us. That just made it hotter. I wanted them to know I fucked my wife. My goddess.

I buried my shaft into my wife’s tight hole over and over. The desk rattled and slid on the beige carpet. It rocked beneath the vigor of my thrusts. She whimpered again, gasping as I bottomed out in her every time.

“That’s it!” she moaned. “That’s how you fuck a woman! Oh, yes, I need this, Mark!”

The jiggle of Mary’s freckled ass drew my attention. Her rump was so pink and plump, so inviting. I couldn’t resist. I raised my hand as I buried over and over into her silky pussy. And smacked down hard.

The air shivered with the spanking.

“Ohh, spank my ass!” Mary groaned, her pussy clenching down hard on my dick.

I slapped her again, leaving a red handprint. I loved the sight, her ass glowing. My hand came down again and again, making both her butt-cheeks glow. Her pussy grew hotter about my dick, her groans throatier. She reveled in it as she squirmed, her ponytail dancing.

I grabbed her auburn ponytail and yanked her head back. I usually wasn’t this rough with her, but after the fight, we both were boiling over with energy that needed a release. She gasped, her face twisting with pleasure as I plowed her with all my strength.

I pulled her head up and snarled in her ear, “You like this? You like it when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes, yes!” she cried out, her green eyes lidded with lust as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Fuck me, stud! Make me howl in pleasure!”

“Naughty filly!” I panted and slammed my rod harder into her cunt. “Such a wanton mare!”

“Yes! So naughty! I’m your naughty filly! Oh, god, make me cum! I want to cum on my stallion’s huge cock!”

“Yes,” I growled and thrust so hard.

I savored the heat of her pussy, pounding her bent over the desk. I reamed my dick in and out of her silky depths. Her pussy clung to my dick, shooting pleasure through my body with every thrust into heaven. My clits smacked into her flesh, making her gasp, making her sheath tighten about my girth.

I heard it in her moans, felt in the heat of her pussy, saw in the way her back arched. Every time my dick buried into her juicy cunt, she came closer to her orgasm. I knew this woman’s body better than my own. I reveled in her passion. I shared her rapture.

I worshiped her.

“Mark!” my goddess moaned, her auburn hair dancing as she writhed. “My mighty stallion!”

Her cunt convulsed on my cock as her passion swept through her. She felt delicious around my dick. I groaned as her wonderful sheath milked my shaft. Her juices spurted out around her, bathing my swinging balls as she howled her rapture.

I made my woman cum. My wife. My goddess. My soulmate. I thrust into her convulsing depths, keeping her rapture alive as she built my own. Her pussy’s caresses brought me closer and closer to spurting into her.

To celebrating our victory over that bitch Lilith.

“Cum in me, stud!” howled my wife. “Flood your naughty filly with all that wonderful spunk.”

“Yes,” I groaned, drawing back my cock through her spasming depths.

The caress of her pussy on the sensitive tip of my dick shot rapture to my balls. They ached, full of cum, ready to unload. I drove my cock home into her cunt. Every muscle in my body tensed, on the verge of erupting.

Her pussy convulsed around my dick.

My passion exploded thick into her.

“Mare!” I gasped as I pumped my cum into her depths.

“Yes!” she howled, her pussy convulsing harder, her orgasm burning hotter through her body. Her back arched, auburn hair dancing. “My mighty stallion! Yes!”

I shuddered, my rapture pumping out of my cock and shooting up to my brain. Euphoria gripped me. I trembled as my wife’s pussy milked out every drop of my cum. I let out an explosive breath, shuddering, groaning, savoring this moment of unbridled bliss.

United with my wife.

I leaned over her, staring down at her back as the last spurt of my cum flooded her pregnant pussy. I groaned, sucking in breaths, sweat dripping down my face from our exertions. I loved becoming one with her. That moment of utter rapture as we came together.

Mary shook, breathing heavily. But it wasn’t with passion. A soft sob escaped her lips. Fear filled me. Was I too rough? Did I hurt the baby? I shouldn’t have bent her over the desk and fucked her that hard.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked, voice tight.

“No,” she said, sniffing. “It’s just…You almost died again, Mark.”

Her pussy clenched hard as her body shook with her sobs. My heart aching for her, I pulled my cock out of her pussy and scooped my wife up in my arms. She felt so light in me, staring up with emerald eyes swimming in tears. I carried her to the plush, leather chair behind the desk and sank down on it. Mary curled up on my lap.

I stroked her hair as she softly cried.

“I didn’t die though. I’m still here, Mare.”

“I know, but…it was so close.” She looked up at me, tears falling down her cheeks. “You were so burned when you emerged from the Shadows. I didn’t even know how you were still standing. You looked in agony.”

“You have no idea how close it was,” I whispered.

“What?”

I swallowed, remembering the hate I felt when I saw Lilith. “I almost killed her. Lilith. I—”

“Shh…” she said, putting her finger to my lips.

I swallowed. She was right. It wasn’t safe to talk about this here. If I had killed Lilith, then the final lock on the Devil’s prison would have sprung open. He’d have escaped Hell. I was only supposed to capture her.

I had to be more careful.

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Mary Glassner

I kissed Mark with gentle love. We couldn’t say anything more, not outside of the Matmown. The Devil could be spying on us right this second from the Shadows. The only safe place to talk was that metal room, the Matmown. No spiritual being, not even the Devil, could penetrate the spells warding it.

I stroked his face, trying to reassure him. I felt the guilt trembling through his body, saw the recriminations twisting in his face. He was a passionate man. He hated Lilith for tricking him into surrendering Karen. He did it to save his life, all our lives, but that still ended up with Lilith reborn and our slut dead.

I wanted to reassure him, to remind him that he didn’t kill Lilith. We won today. We didn’t capture her, but we did drive her from Seattle. She was no longer right on our doorstep. We could take the time to figure things out and to be ready for our next confrontation—and the consequences. Sam would leave for Israel in a few hours to study the Dead Sea Scrolls and figure out how to trap Lucifer if the worst should happen.

Mark relaxed into the kiss. His strong fingers stroked my face, brushing back my own tears. I shuddered, our lips moving together, growing more heated. Passionate. I shifted on his lap, squirming. Heat birthed in my pussy full of his cum.

I needed to celebrate surviving with my husband again.

My legs kicked off my fatigues and underwear, casting them off my feet, eager to love my husband again. I purred into his lips, surrendering to him as his tongue explored my mouth. My pussy grew hotter. I needed him in me.

Mark kept a hold of my face as I straddled him. We broke the kiss only long enough for Mark to rip off my black halter top. I shuddered, his hands instantly going to my freckled breasts as we kissed again.

I shivered in pleasure as he played with my nipples. His fingers danced over them, twisting, pulling, making me whimper. His cum dribbled out of my pussy as my snatch clenched. I drank in the delight, squirming more on his lap.

“Mark,” I moaned as I raised my hips up and guided his cock to my aching hole.

“Mare,” he groaned, blue eyes so wide as he felt my cum-filled pussy caress his dick.

I kissed him again as I slid slowly down his shaft. Mark growled into my lips, enjoying the sensation of my sopping cunt engulfing his dick. I whimpered, his shaft stretching my pregnant depths open once more.

I loved his cock in me.

My tongue dueled with his as I raised up slowly on his dick. Mark shuddered as I reached the pinnacle of his cock, swirling my hips, stirring his tip through my hot pussy. Then he moaned as I sank back down his dick. Not fast. No, I took my time as I rode up again. I savored his cock filling me, caressing the walls of my pussy.

This wasn’t the frantic rutting of a few minutes ago. We made love this time, slow and passionate.

Mark’s right hand let go of my left breast, sliding down my silky skin to cup my ass. I shivered, surrendering to him. I let him guide my hips as I rode me. The leather chair creaked as Mark squeezed my ass and—

“Mark!” I squealed, my stomach lurching as he suddenly reclined back. My pussy clenched on his dick as, for a moment, I feared the chair was falling backward.

Then it stopped. I shuddered, my breasts brushing his chest. We stared at each other for a moment. Nervous giggles burst from us as relief swept through us. Then our laughs turned naughty as Mark’s hand pulled up on my ass.

I pumped my pussy up and down his shaft again.

“Oh, Mark,” I moaned, staring down into his blue eyes. My ponytail hung off my shoulder and brushed his chest. “I love you.”

“My naughty filly,” he groaned.

I shivered, loving when he called me that.

Mark squeezed my ass, urging me to go faster as he pulled me down for another kiss. He put all his love into his lips, nibbling on mine and playing with my tongue. I drank it in, the kiss stirring the passions in me.

My hips pumped faster on his dick, my orgasm swelling through me.

We moaned and groaned, the pleasure intensifying, building in the depths of my pussy. I savored his tongue brushing mine. They caressed each other as we both groaned and gasped. Our hips danced together, working, pumping, stirring each other into hot froths of passion.

And then he thrust upward, driving his cock into my hot snatch. I gasped into the kiss as our flesh met in loud smacks. The chair wobbled and creaked, sliding about on the plastic mat on the floor. I shuddered, not caring if we fell now, just drinking in the rapture, my orgasm building faster and faster as his dick slammed into me.

I drank in the friction of his shaft.

“My Mare!” Mark groaned, breaking our kiss. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it,” I panted, my pussy clenching down so hard on me. “Cum in me. Flood your naughty filly’s cunt!”

“Yes!” he grunted, feeling my silky pussy grip his dick as I slammed down his shaft.

He exploded into me.

I mewled in rapture, feeling his cum fire into my snatch. The first spurt landing in my pussy, adding to his jizz already swimming in me, set off my rapture. I bounced and convulsed on him. My pussy attacked his cock, milking him as the heat flowed through me.

Over and over, passion burst inside her. Hot and delicious. It rushed through my body as my snatch drank in all his wonderful seed. I pressed my tits against his strong chest, moaning out my rapture as the pleasure drove me to the peaks of euphoria.

“Mark!” I gasped as I reached the pinnacle of rapture.

Then I collapsed against him, his arms around me, holding me.

“I love you, Mare,” he panted into my ear. His hand stroked down my side and then pressed between us, stroking my baby bump. “You and our child.”

I closed my eyes. Mark would have other children with the sluts, with other women, but only one with me. I would only get this joy a single time. I knew he would love our child the most, but I wanted to give him more.

“Our only child,” I sighed.

“What?” Confusion thickened his voice. “We can have other children.”

I frowned. Hadn’t he realized this? “Nuns don’t get pregnant, Mark. As long as I have the Gift, this is our only child.”

Mark stared at me in shock. He opened his mouth, closed it and then kissed me on the forehead. “I’m sorry. It’s not fair that I’m having all these children with the sluts and the other women, but….”

“It’s okay, Mark,” I lied. I needed the Gift more than having lots of kids. “We’ll have one child, at least.”

“One daughter,” Mark grinned. “I told my sperm, remember?”

I laughed, genuine joy bursting from my lips. “It doesn’t work that way, Mark.”

“Sure it does. Willow told me so. She’s an OB/GYN.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling such delight swirling through me. But if we had a daughter, I would never get to name a son Albert after Mark’s grandfather. Mark loved his grandfather, dead before he ever met me, but hated the name. He objected every time I said I wanted to name our son that. I think he insisted on a daughter just so he wouldn’t have a child named Albert. He wanted to name our daughter Chasity in memory of the loving woman who gave her life to save me.

“Fine, if we only have one child—”

“A daughter,” Mark corrected.

I gave him a look, and then a mischievous grin crossed my lips. “Fine, if we only have a daughter, her middle name will be Alberta. Chasity Alberta Glassner.”

* * *

Mark Glassner

Fuck. That was almost as bad as having a son named Albert. I opened my mouth to object when the doors opened and Jessica walked in. She smiled at us, sauntering to the desk. She wore a slutty secretary’s outfit: a very short skirt, gray, thigh-high stockings, and a transparent, blue blouse that her caramel breasts were easily visible through.

“Master, Mistress,” she said, sitting down on a chair across from us.

Mary smiled at her and then climbed off me. Jessica’s eyes fell on her messy cunt and licked her lips. Jessica was a good slut. When Mary perched on the desk’s edge and spread her legs, the slut quickly buried her face in my wife’s pussy and licked my cum out of her.

My dick throbbed as I watched Mary grip the slut’s honey-brown hair, writhing her hips. Her auburn ponytail swung down her ivory back. I stared, entranced at the beauty of my wife, her perky breasts jiggling. I admired the lovely swell of her baby bump. Time seemed to stop for me. I just drank in her passion as she gasped and moaned.

I don’t know how long it took for her to orgasm, but it seemed like only a few seconds of me drinking in the beauty of my wife, her body radiant with our daughter growing inside her, before she came. She gasped and moaned, bucking as she climaxed on our slut’s mouth.

My dick throbbed, listening to Jessica’s tongue lap up my cum and Mary’s cream as my wife came. I shuddered, letting out a hungry groan, suddenly so eager to have another romp. I had stamina thanks to my Pact with the Devil.

“Mmm, that was good, slut,” Mary purred. “Just licked me clean in no time.”

“It was my pleasure, Mistress,” Jessica smiled, her lips sticky with pussy cream and my cum.

“Now bend over the desk so my husband can fuck your ass,” Mary ordered her.

I smiled at Mary. She was such a loving wife who always made sure my needs were taken care of. Her green eyes twinkled as she watched me stand, my dick thrusting hard before me. She also took such pleasure in watching me fuck another woman at her command.

Jessica draped herself over the desk, shaking her delicious rump at me. I hiked her gray skirt up and over her caramel ass. She wore no panties, her pussy and asshole always available to be used just the way a good slut should be.

“Are you ready to run the city?” I asked, guiding my cock between her butt-cheeks and pressing my tip into her asshole.

“Yes, I am, Ma… Fuck!” Jessica gasped as slammed my dick into her tight, velvety bowels.

“Good,” I groaned, savoring her asshole engulfing my cock. I drew back, the friction of her anal sheath incredible on my dick. “Mare and I are heading back to Tacoma soon.”

“I’ll make sure things run smooth, Master!” she panted, her bowels clenching on my dick, her hips bucking into my thrusts.

My crotch smacked into her ass, my balls thwacking her taint. Pleasure raced down my cock and into my body. “I know you will. I have complete faith in you.”

Her dark face flushed as she threw a look over her shoulder. “Thank you, Master! I won’t let you down.”

I shuddered, her asshole so tight, hot as it gripped my cock. I squeezed her caramel hips and pounded her velvety bowels hard. Her butt-cheeks jiggled as I plowed her. The desk creaked as she took every stroke of my dick. The thwack-thwack of my balls on her taint echoed through the room.

Mary watched with smoldering, green eyes.

“I don’t trust the new head of Seattle’s Police,” I continued, my voice throaty with pleasure. “Have her arrested. In fact, purge as many women out of the government as possible. Lilith had a lot of female followers. No men, though.”

“Oh, yes!” Jessica responded, thrusting her ass back into me as I fucked her faster and faster. Pleasure built in my balls. “That makes sense. She’s a man-hater.”

“Any women who are high up in the government I want arrested and interrogated,” Mary commanded. She looked so sexy perched on the desk, the morning sun lighting up her body. “We’ll sort out which ones work for Lilith and which ones are innocent later.”

“Yes, Mistress!”

Mary leaned over, her face inches from Jessica. “Is your asshole making my husband feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Jessica answered, her bowels clenching down on my thrusting cock.

“Good,” Mary smiled and kissed her.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I groaned as I watched my wife kissing Jessica.

Their tongues danced together. Jessica whimpered, her bowels squeezing so hard on my dick. The pleasure surged through me. My eyes rolled back into my head as I pistoned my cock in and out of her bowels. Her velvety grip brought me closer and closer to exploding.

I grunted, loving every moment, savoring the way Jessica moaned into my wife’s mouth. The slut’s asshole massaged my dick. She whimpered, her rump bucking up into my thrusts, meeting my passion with her own.

“Such a slut!” I grunted, my balls on the verge of erupting. “I’m going to flood your bowels with so much jizz.”

She just moaned into my wife’s mouth as her answer, clenching her asshole tight about my cock.

The friction burned so hotly through me. I groaned, thrusting forward. I slammed my dick into the tight grip of her asshole. Heat rippled about my cock. I shuddered, my balls tensing, building towards an explosive release.

I buried into her bowels. Her velvety flesh caressed the tip of my dick. Sensations shot down my dick to my balls. I let out a might groan as my nuts tensed. And then they unloaded their jizz. My cum fired into Jessica’s asshole.

“You fucking slut, yes!” I growled. “Such tight bowels. Take it.”

Jessica whimpered, her bowels clenching so hard on my cumming dick, intensifying my pleasure. Stars danced before my eyes. I swayed, the pleasure burning through me. I sucked in deep breaths, panting, my heart racing.

I loved it.

My last blast of cum fired into her bowels. I landed over her, breathing heavily. Jessica whimpered, that frustrated sound of a slut just on the verge of cumming but denied the last bit of sensation she needed to orgasm. I could give it to her.

But sometimes it was fun denying the sluts what they craved.

I pulled my dick out of her asshole, panting as she wiggled her hips. My cum trickled white out of her sphincter, dribbling down her caramel taint to her waxed pussy. I loved the sight of my pearly seed glistening on her vulva.

Mary broke the kiss. “Clean his up cock, slut.”

“Absolutely, Mistress,” Jessica purred, no hint of her dissatisfaction that she didn’t cum. She understood her place, reveling in serving us.

Licking her lips, she knelt before me, and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth. I shuddered, loving the thrill of the woman cleaning her own ass off my cock. Her cheeks hollowed, my dick throbbing as her warm, wet tongue swirled around, scrubbing my shaft and sensitive tip like a good slut.

I smiled at her. Her dark eyes twinkled at me.

Mary slipped off the desk. She stroked Jessica’s head and said, “You’ll do just fine. We both love you.”

Jessica beamed around my cock.

The door banged open, and Sam walked in, flanked by her toy Candy. Sam’s round face, skin the shade of dusky-olive of South-East Asia, furrowed. “I think Lilith may have done something to Fiona.”

“What?” I asked her as Jessica’s mouth released my cock with a wet plop.

“It’s possible she’s a trap,” Sam answered. “Fiona was left alone in the mayor’s house with none of Lilith’s children to guard her. The demoness had to know we were coming for her soon. She was ready to escape when your forces assaulted the warehouse. But she left Fiona exposed and alone.”

“Lilith meant for her to get captured?” Mary asked.

Sam nodded. “What if Lilith intends for you to exorcise her? Fiona’s a Warlock, right?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “She’s made some Pact with Lilith.”

“Well, Lilith knows a lot. What if she baited Fiona somehow? If you try to exorcise her, it’s possible for it to backfire and harm you. Maybe even kill you.”

Mary paled, swallowing, her hands clutching her pregnant belly. A chill ran through me, skin prickling.

Candy nodded, her garish hair, a mix of pink and cotton candy blue, swayed about her shoulders. “It’s what I would do. And Lilith is a crafty bitch!”

“Then how do we interrogate her?” Mary asked. “I’m not sure I can torture Fiona. She was one of ours, Mark.” After my shooting, I freed the sluts. Three of them—Thamina, Fiona, and Noel—chose freedom. Thamina and Fiona then joined up with Lilith.

Though they were traitorous bitches, it left a queasy feeling in my stomach thinking about torturing her. But we needed to know about Lilith’s plans. And then something in my brain fell into place. “Maybe there is a way,” I said, glancing at my wife. “When you made your Pact with the Devil, Mary, what did you wish for?”

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