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I was born at 12:03 AM, May 2nd, 2013. It feels like a dozen lifetimes to me. Over sixty years ago, though you’d never know it to look at my flesh. The world celebrated my birth. They called me a demigoddess. But to my parents, I was merely Chase, their daughter. The symbol of their love.

—excerpt from The Tyrants’ Daughter: An Autobiography by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner

Korina’s breast milk lingered on my lips as the limo drove down the gravel driveway—only temporary—that led to our mansion. I couldn’t wait until I could try Mary’s breast milk. I wanted to nurse from my wife so badly.

Ahead, our mansion approached. It was an imposing structure, made of dark wood and stone with a huge porch supported by basalt pillars, reminiscent of government buildings. It was three stories tall, with two, long wings, only two stories tall, flanking the sides. Gardeners were everywhere, landscaping the grounds. They stopped in their work to kneel as our limo passed. Most of the gardeners were men who were boyfriends or husbands of the various women that served us: the maids, bodyguards, and the technical staff.

The limo pulled up before the main porch. A pair of maids waited there. They opened the limo’s doors. “Master, Mistress,” they purred, curtsying. They were all so lovely. I admired their breasts through their mesh bodices before I climbed out. Then I helped out my pregnant wife. She clutched her belly, swaying for a moment as I held her.

“Looking good,” I said to her once she was settled. Together, we walked up the steps. “It looks like it’s all coming together nicely.”

“Yes, yes,” Mary said, her face coming alive. “All the artwork I’ve… requisitioned has arrived, too.”

I grinned at her. Mary was an artist herself, and now she had the chance to feel our home with all the great works of mankind from paintings to vases, statues to busts. Museums and private collectors were honored to hand over their art to improve their Living Gods’ home. Everywhere you looked was decorated with something stunning as we headed to the east wing where our suite lay. Our suite was really its own apartment within the mansion. We had our own living room with a state-of-the-art entertainment cent, a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi—those had become Mary’s best friend in the last trimester of her pregnancy—a spacious bedroom, an office for me, an art studio for Mary, and a nursery for our soon-to-be-born daughter.

“God, I missed you,” Mary moaned the moment we entered our suite.

I smiled at her. “God? Cursing with my name?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve just been so horny.”

“Your dad not satisfying you?” I asked. I didn’t like her being with other guys. I didn’t object because it was only fair that she could take whomever she wanted into her bed. But with her dad it was different. It was just hot. So naughty. I enjoyed watching them commit incest.

“Mmm, his dick isn’t as big as yours,” she purred before kissing me with passion.

Her tongue probed my mouth as her arms wrapped around my neck. She clung to me, squirming against me. I drank in the feel of her lips and the way her pregnant belly rubbed into my stomach. My hands found the hem of her dark-blue maternity dress. I hiked it up and gave her plump ass a squeeze.

It had been a week since I’d seen my wife, and we were both missing each other. We shared our dreams, but it was more satisfying in the flesh.

Mary broke the kiss so I could pull her dress over her head. I dropped it to the floor as I took a step back to admire her naked body. She radiated such beautiful joy, such ripe, feminine delight. Despite her large, round stomach, she wasn’t fat. Her skin had a lustrous shine to it, and her breasts were full, still perky, her areolas had grown larger, and a red tint darkened her dusky nipples.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

“Even when I’m all fat and ugly?” she asked.

“You could never be ugly.” I shook my head. “Damn, I missed you so much, Mare.”

She smiled and asked, “Even with all those hot, little Japanese schoolgirls begging to be fucked?”

“Well, they did help ease my loneliness,” I said with a grin. “I should have brought a few home.”

“Yes, you should have.” She smiled. “I expect you to make it up to me.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I kissed her hard. My dick throbbed as I stroked her naked body, caressing her smooth skin. She moaned into the kiss, loving the feel of my mouth on hers. I squeezed her ass—God, I loved her plump rump—as I savored her lips.

But my dick throbbed. I needed her.

She gasped as I scooped up her pregnant form and cradled her in her arms. She had such a beaming smile on her face as I carried her to our bedroom. I set her down on our bed with such care, watching her body stretch out, so ripe and inviting.

Her hands found my cock and stroked it. Her green eyes grew naughty. “Mmm, I need a dick in me.”

“I think I can be persuaded to help with that.”

“Persuaded?” she asked, rubbing her thumb across the tip of my dick. “What sort of persuasion?”

“That kind,” I groaned, pleasure trembling through me.

I laid down next to her and scooped her up in my arms again. Our lips met, my tongue probing into her sweet mouth. I leaned over her, taking care to keep my weight off her stomach. I devoured her mouth as the tips of her hard nipples pressed against my chest. Her lips were wet and playful as she kissed me and nibbled on my lips, using her tongue to play with mine.

I felt tension, not all of it, from the attack melt away with every moment. I didn’t have to be afraid any longer. I was with my wife. We were together. I’d survived one more time. I couldn’t help but touch her pregnant belly, feeling the life growing in her.

Mary moaned. Her kisses grew more passionate as my left hand roamed up to her breasts. Her skin felt like silk. I enjoyed caressing her on my way up to her full breast. She whimpered into my kiss as I gave it a squeeze.

“Mmm, I need your cock in me,” Mary purred. “I don’t need any foreplay. The limo was more than enough.”

“Then my horny filly will get all the cock she craves.”

She smiled at me before rolling onto her side. Making love with a pregnant wife could be awkward, and we found it was most comfortable for Mary on her side. I grabbed a pillow and she slipped it under her stomach for support. I gazed at her, looking so beautiful, her auburn hair spread out around her head, her body so ripe.

My dick ached and throbbed for my goddess.

I spooned her from behind. My hard dick rubbed against her plump ass. She parted her legs, giving me access to her waxed pussy lips. She whimpered as I rubbed my dick against her soaked twat, her juices coating my tip.

“Don’t tease me, Mark,” she groaned. “Fuck me!”

“Naughty filly!” I grinned as I found the right angle to enter her.

“Horny stallion!” she groaned as I slid into her snatch.

I savored her tight pussy and her sweet moans. As I dove deeper and deeper into her. She quivered on the bed, squeezing me as my dick filled her snatch. I hugged her, sliding my right arm beneath her body, and gripped her full, plump breasts.

She felt so heavenly. I bottomed out in her and spent just a moment savoring her silky heat. Then she whimpered, wiggling her hips. My naughty filly needed to be fucked. I drew back my cock as I nuzzled into her ear.

“I missed your cunt,” I whispered as I made love to her pussy. I didn’t fuck her fast or hard. I took my time.

“Yes,” she groaned, her hands covering mine on her tits. She squeezed my fingers into her flesh and moved my hands over her nipples.

The bed creaked and groaned as I pumped my dick in and out of her snatch. Her silky flesh gripped my dick. I shivered, the pleasure spilling through me. My strokes plunged deep and fast into her snatch. The rapture rippled through my body, my balls drinking in the heat of her snatch, preparing a load of cum for her depths.

She kneaded my fingers into her breasts as she groaned. Her silky back rubbed against my chest as she shifted. I kissed her shoulder and neck, nibbling on her flesh as her pussy squeezed down and relaxed on my dick.

“Oh, Mark, yes!” she groaned, her voice so sweet. “Mmm, stir me up with your big cock.”

“I will,” I groaned, thrusting harder. She loved telling me how big my dick was.

It inspired me to fuck her so hard.

I thrust faster. My groin smacked into her plump ass. She groaned, squeezing harder at my hands, digging my fingers into her tits. I found her nipples, pinching them as she squirmed on the bed. Her silky pussy massaged my cock, growing hotter and hotter with every thrust of my shaft.

I sucked at her neck, loving the taste of her flesh. She whimpered louder, the friction of her silky cunt building my orgasm with every stroke into her depths. Her hips shifted, moving as much as she could, fucking back into me.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mark!” she groaned. “Oh, god, this is what I need. I missed you so much.”

“I missed my naughty filly,” I panted, thrusting harder into her hot depths.

I nibbled on her ear as I rolled her nipple between my fingers. Something wet coated my fingers. I smiled as some colostrum—first milk—leaked out, her body getting ready to nurse our daughter. I couldn’t wait to taste her.

Mary moaned louder and rolled her hips, awkwardly fucking me back. The pitch of her passion rose an octave. I knew that sign. She neared her orgasm. I wanted to give her so much pleasure. So I slipped my hand from her breast down and brought it between her legs.

I found her hard clit nestled in her damp folds. Massaged it.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Mark! Oh, God, yes!” she cried.

Her cunt became a vice on my cock as her back arched back into me. Then her pussy spasmed. I shuddered, pumping into her convulsing flesh, feeling my wife’s orgasm shudder through her body. I drank it in, loving the pleasure she experienced.

Juices flooded out of her pussy, staining my fingers as they massaged at her clit. Her round belly rubbed on my arm as she shuddered. She whimpered in rapture, her twat sucking at my dick burying over and over into her.

Then she shuddered, her orgasm dying.

“Mmm, you did good, stud,” she purred over her shoulder at me, dimples appearing on her cheeks as she smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her lips, still driving my cock into her, my fingers still diddling her little pearl. “I bet I can make you cum harder.”

“Mmm, then you better start fucking me harder, my randy stallion!”

“Naughty filly!” I growled and slammed my cock hard into her pussy.

“Oh, God, keep doing that and I’ll explode!” she cried out. “Fuck me!”

My groin slapped against her ass. My cock enjoyed every inch of her hot, silky hole as I pumped my dick in and out of her depths. My finger ground a hard circle on her clit, lubed by her juices. The sweet, spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose. It gave me a heady, almost drunk feeling, and spurred me to fuck her harder and harder.

My balls tightened. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. I frigged her clit harder, rubbing it in faster circles. She whimpered, her snatch clenching on me. Then I did something naughty. I pinched her clit.

She spasmed hard. That felt amazing as her cunt squeezed down on my thrusting dick. My balls grew tighter, my cum on the verge of exploding once more as I plowed into her juicy depths. Her scent filled my nose. Her body writhed against me. I held her. Loved her.

“Fuck me, stud, fuck me!” Mary howled. “Make me cum! Ride your filly hard!”

“Yes!” I snarled, plowing so hard into her.

And then she came again. Her pussy exploded on me. Her juices gushed out, drenching my groin as her cunt convulsed on my cock. Her snatch sucked the cum right out of my balls. They tightened. I plowed into her, on the verge of my own orgasm.

“Fucking hell!” I grunted.

“Cum in me, Mark!”

I did.

I unloaded into her spasming sheath. My jizz pumped out of me. Over and over, it flooded into her snatch. I filled her to the hilt with my cum. The pleasure shuddered through me. I sucked in such deep breaths, my heart racing. It was so wonderful. So fantastic.

“My sweet Mare,” I groaned, holding her as the final blast of my cum surged into her.

“Mark,” she panted as her pussy milked my dick as the pleasure buzzed through me.

We were a sweaty mess as we cuddled on the bed, breathing heavily. We just enjoyed each other’s presence. I kissed and nuzzled her neck while brushing errant strands of auburn hair off her drenched cheeks. My hands slid up, and I massaged her shoulders.

“Ohh, that’s nice,” Mary sighed.

“How’s your back?” I asked her.

“Sore.”

I slid away from her so I could knead my way down her back. I dug my fingers into her muscles, loving the silky feel of her. She had such a perfect back sweeping down to her plump ass. She whimpered and cooed as I worked.

“Lower,” she murmured.

I reached her lower back, working at her muscles there.

“I think you missed your true calling.”

“What? As a masseuse?” I asked.

She gave a peal of laughter. “You’re not a woman, Mark.”

I frowned. “What?”

“It’s a masseur when it’s a man,” she giggled. “A masseuse is a woman.”

“Guess I don’t have the tits for it,” I grinned at her.

“No, you don’t,” she purred, rubbing her back into my chest. “But I was thinking of a gigolo after that fucking you just gave me. Mmm, it was nice.”

I nuzzled into her neck, kissing her. “You weren’t half bad yourself.”

“What are you implying? That I’m a whore?”

I froze. “Um, no, I didn’t mean…”

Delicious laughter burst from her lips and a teasing look crossed her face. She rolled slowly over to face me, her belly nudging my flat stomach. She stroked my muscular chest, her smile fading.

“What?” I asked.

“You still feel tense. Lie on your stomach.”

“Sure, Mare,” I said.

I rolled onto my stomach, resting my head on folded arms. She rose with a groan, her swollen breasts and stomach swaying. Then she straddled me, rubbing her hot, juicy pussy into my ass as her hands, fingers surprisingly strong, dug into my muscles.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Mary asked, voice soft, as she kneaded my shoulders.

“The Patriots attacked,” I shrugged. “It happens all too often.”

“You’ve never felt this tense after one of their attacks.”

I hesitated. A part of me didn’t want to admit my vulnerabilities. I was her husband, a god. I should be strong. But Mary knew me so well. I could be open with her. I could unburden myself. “I was helpless,” I said, my stomach twisting. “Just sitting in my seat as we limped back into Anchorage. The plane was shaking, the engines on fire. Joslyn thought we might have to ditch in the water.”

The memory of that helpless terror bubbled up inside me, holding Karen’s spirit on my lap as the plane rattled and shuddered around us. My stomach rising and falling, wondering if the next plummet would be it. The one that crashed us into the Arctic Ocean.

“With all my powers, there was absolutely nothing I could do,” I said, my voice strangely blank. “I couldn’t fix the plane. I certainly couldn’t fly it. Fuck, Mare, it seemed like an eternity before we landed. All I could do was hold 27’s hand while Karen cuddled on my lap.”

“Shh, it’s okay,” she soothed. “I’m here.”

I realized I was shaking. My entire body trembled.

“What if I had died? Then you’d…” My voice trailed off. When Mary had made her Pact, she’d tied her life to mine. I’d wished to live a long, healthy life, and maybe that’s why I’ve had so many close calls. But I never specified how long I wanted to live. Just a long life. Demons were crafty bastards, and it was possible I could die tomorrow, and the Devil could just claim that he thought eleven months was a long life for a mortal.

“We’re going to hell when we die, aren’t we?” Mary’s voice was full of fright.

“Probably,” I answered. “We made our choice, and one day the bill’s going to come due.”

“What if there was a way to be immortals?” she asked, digging into my back. “If we never die, we never have to pay the price.”

“How?”

“I had Sam look into it after Brandon’s attack,” she explained. Sam, a former slut and now our vizier, was in Israel researching to find a way to trap Lucifer if he escaped from prison. “The Magicks of the Witch of Endor hinted at the spell. Well, last night she called. She found the Eylowm ritual in the Dead Sea Scrolls.” Mary swallowed. “It involves our daughter.”

“Oh.” Our daughter?

“It’s because you’re a guy. Like how you have to use your mom for the Zimmah spell. So when she grows up…”

“I see.”

“I’m sure she’ll want to,” she quickly added. “And since I’ve tied my life to yours, well, we’ll both benefit.”

“So nothing could kill us? That seems a little powerful.”

“Well, there is one person that could,” Mary admitted. “But I don’t see what could make our daughter want to kill you.”

“Okay,” I answered. I smiled. I liked the idea. We could sidestep the whole issue entirely. We just had to survive at least another eighteen years. When our daughter came of age, I was sure she’d want to love her parents, to enjoy incestuous delights.

“What are we going to do about this new attack?” Mary asked after a moment of silence. “Should we abandon plane travel?”

“We need to speak to Sam. We have to find a way to keep those aerials off the plane.”

“I’ll have… Ooh.”

“What’s wrong, Mare?”

“Oh, nothing. I think little Chasity’s excited. She’s sure… Oooh…” I glanced over my shoulder, and Mary had a grimace of pain on her face. “Just some cramps.”

“Do you need anything?” I asked her.

“No, no, I’m fine.”

She kept massaging me, sliding down my ass as she kneaded my lower back. Mary groaned again. “Um, hun?” she said, a little excitement in her voice.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going into labor.”

I blinked at her. “What?” I asked, my mind suddenly racing a mile a minute.

“Yeah, I’m in labor.”

“Right. We need to… um… What?” My mind was completely blank. Women in labor go somewhere. I should know this.

“The hospital,” Mary offered.

“Of course. Right, the hospital.” Then I smiled. “We’re having a baby.”

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Samnag “Sam” Soun – Jerusalem, Israel

I yawned, careful not to exhale on the fragile scroll fragment before me. I sat in the study room in the Shrine of the Book, the wing of the Israel Museum built to house the Dead Sea Scrolls. It was a clean room with atmospheric controls to keep the humidity, temperature, and pressure at just the right values to preserve the delicate books.

“We … the knowledge … the hidden room … behind the red rock,” is what I thought the scrap of Aramaic read. There were several holes in the parchment, leaving the text incomplete. The Aramaic word used for “hidden room” shared its roots with the Hebrew word Matmown. There had a been a number of fragmented texts pointing to a hidden vault somewhere. This was the first scrap that was intact enough to read a location.

“Candy, do you have the survey maps for Qumran?” I asked.

Candy pulled out her iPad and tapped it a few times, her garish hair, half-dyed pink and half-dyed bright blue, swayed about her youthful face. “Here it is.”

I glanced at the screen, looking for anything that might be a red rock. I touched the screen at a large boulder on the survey map listed as red sandstone. “Did they ever do any ultrasounds or excavations in this quadrant?”

Candy frowned and read through the notes. “No, it’s pretty far from any of the caves. About a kilometer from cave 5. Why?”

“I think we need to take some survey equipment out there,” I told her. “I have a hunch that there’s something there.”

“I’ll go make the arrangements.” Candy smiled and gave me a brief kiss on the lips before turning back.

I rubbed my lower back, stretched, and pulled the next scroll fragment, and began translating the faded Aramaic.

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Friday, May 2nd, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Puyallup, WA

At 12:03 AM, our daughter was born.

She was so beautiful. Seven pounds, two ounces and sixteen inches long. Mary had been in labor for seven hours. We were both so happy to finally hold our daughter, wrapped in her pink blanket. She was so light. I kept staring into her face. She was so tiny, so cute, her little hands balled up into fists.

Chasity Alberta Glassner.

Mary smiled fondly at me as she rested on the bed, watching me pace back and forth, gently rocking our daughter in the crook of my arm. I missed my other two children’s birth, but she was special. She was my daughter with Mary. She had my deep-blue eyes combined with her mother’s cute nose and auburn hair.

Little Chasity started crying. I froze, not sure what to do. I glanced at Mary.

“Maybe she’s finally hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said and gently handed my newborn to my wife.

Mary unbuttoned her gown, exposing her full breast and gently placed our daughter to her teat. A huge smile blossomed on her face. “She’s sucking, Mark.” There were tears glistening in her emerald eyes as she smiled down at Chasity. “I’m nursing her.”

I climbed on the bed next to my wife, cuddled against her, and rested my head on her shoulder as I watched our beautiful daughter nurse. “We made her,” I whispered in awe. “Our own little miracle. And we didn’t have to use any dark powers to do it.”

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