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The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 11: Lazy Saturday Morning

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Eleven: Lazy Saturday Morning

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Teen female, Male/Female, Males/Female, Mind Control, Magic, Anal Sex, Cuckold, Oral Sex, Wife

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Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



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Saturday, September 28th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

My pecker was like a slab of cement, poking into the soft ass of my bedmate, when I was wakened by the rising sun. It was Saturday, and I was feeling lazy. But the sun was too damned bright and my pecker was too damned insistent. And the girl’s ass felt too damn amazing.
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The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 10: The Bride

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Ten: The Bride

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Females, Mind Control, Magic, Incest, Oral Sex, Cheating, Wife, Cuckold, Anal Sex

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



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Thursday, September 19th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

“You dirty slut,” Happy giggled. The reverend’s adulterous wife was sprawled on Franny Reynold’s bed, her best friend and one of her many lovers.
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The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 9: The Marital Bed

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Nine: The Marital Bed

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Female, Male/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Cheating, Wife, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Ass to Mouth

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.



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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

It was nearing midnight and Heather Pritchard lay on her side, snoring softly, which was strange to hear coming from such a beautiful, fifteen-year-old girl. She was my favorite bedmate—a redheaded vixen that loved my cock. Tonight I had made a deal with the demoness Astarte: she got to possess Darleen Cummins’s body until dawn and I got unlimited sexual stamina.
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The Battered Lamp Chapter 5: The Appetite of the Succubus

 

 

The Battered Lamp

Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female, Teen male/Teen females, Teen males/Teen female, Female/Teen female, Magic, Reluctance, Cheating, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Public Sex

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constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com.



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Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader.

Saturday, January 17th

Kyle couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Christy was as she slept curled up next to him. He had finally made love to his girlfriend last night, and she had been as lithe and eager as Aaliyah and Fatima had been. Would Fumi be as good?

In the last few days, since he had freed Aaliyah from her lamp, Kyle had found himself in love with not just his girlfriend, but the sexy Genie, his sister, and Fumi, a girl he had met once. But she was so gorgeous. His thoughts drifted to the graceful beauty of Fumi, with her long, blue-black hair that framed her porcelain, pale-olive face.

He felt his cock stirring. Thanks to a wish he had made with Aaliyah, his cock always seemed ready to fuck. Christy shifted, rolling over, letting out the cutest sigh. He rubbed his cock against her ass, tempted to wake her up and see if she was up for another go. But he didn’t have the heart to disturb her sleep.

I wish there was some girl I could fuck, he thought, sighing, and tried to ignore his erection.

*Done!*

Aaliyah appeared in bed, her naked body pressing against his back. Her breasts were full, and her were nipples hard as they rubbed against him. She nuzzled against his neck and cheek, her breath was hot and her lips wet as they nibbled on his ear.

“I’m ready for you, my love,” she purred.

“Make sure Christy doesn’t notice you,” Kyle told her, rolling over. He didn’t think his girlfriend would like finding another girl in her bed fucking her boyfriend, even if Christy seemed to be okay with sharing him with Chyna, his sex slave. I still don’t know who cast the spell on Chyna.

“She’ll sleep through it,” Aaliyah grinned, her eyebrows arching.

The mystery of Chyna could wait—he had a lithe, beautiful Genie to pleasure. Aaliyah’s lips were sweet as he kissed her, and his hands found her tits, enjoying their soft plumpness. She was gorgeous, with dusky skin, more brown than Kyle’s dark olive, with sultry eyes and thick lashes. The Genie’s hands traced the muscles of Kyle’s chest, melting into her husband’s kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her, and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. Her body was light as she lay on his chest, her legs spreading to straddle his waist; his cock nudged into the warm wetness between her thighs.

“How was she?” Aaliyah purred in his ear, rubbing her slick pussy against his cock.

“Amazing,” Kyle answered. “As great as you and my sister.”

The Genie beamed. “Good. I want all your women to keep you satisfied. And did you make her scream your name?”

It was Kyle’s turn to grin, proud of how hard he had made Christy cum. “We made each other howl!”

“Then it’s my turn!”

The Genie’s hand reached beneath her, grasping his cock and guiding it to the entrances of her pussy. She pushed back, sliding him inside her. She was tight and warm and spongy wet. Kyle moaned, lifting his hips to thrust his cock deeper inside her. She rocked on him, her tits sliding across his chest as she writhed.

“Fuck, Aaliyah! Jesus, that’s good!”

“How about when I do this?”

She added a roll to her hips, a sexy twist that sent his cock nudging new parts inside her. “Holy shit! Keep doing that! I love it!”

“Do you love me?” his wife asked.

“Yes, yes!” he moaned. “I love you!”

She rose up, her round breasts topped with dark nipples that jiggled and bounced as she rode him. Christy’s bedsprings creaked, the bed rocking. Christy rolled over and fear spiked through Kyle. Shit. Aaliyah’s power didn’t work! Kyle braced himself for his girlfriend’s eruption.

Instead, she hugged him, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. She murmured something, laying her head on his chest, and seemed to fall back asleep. Kyle relaxed, kissed her forehead, and held his sleeping girlfriend as his wife rode his cock and moaned like a banshee.

“Oh, Kyle! Your cock’s driving me wild!”

His right arm cradled Christy, so Kyle reached with his left and pinched Aaliyah’s nipple. She gasped, bucking harder on him. “You like that?” he asked.

“Oh, yes!”

He pinched and pulled, her cunt tightening on his cock, then she yelled his name at the top of her lungs. Christy kept right on sleeping as the Genie screamed her passion, Aaliyah’s cunt spasming about his cock as she climaxed, doing amazing things to his dick.

Her chest heaved; her hips slowed. “Umm, that was wonderful, husband.”

Kyle enjoyed her slow strokes. It was almost agony as her cunt rose up and down on his cock. The pleasure grew and grew; his hips twitched, then drove his cock upwards into her sheath as she came down. She gasped, her clit grinding into his groin.

“Keep doing that and I’m going to flood your pussy,” Kyle grunted.

She grinned, a sultry hunger burning in her dark eyes. He hugged Christy tighter, her warm body pressed against him, a hard, pink nipple topping a pale breast lying on his chest. He pinched it, and she shifted, squirming in her sleep. He could feel her pussy grow hot and damp, pressing against his hip.

“Kyle,” Christy sighed, eyes rapidly moving beneath her eyelids.

He grinned. She’s having a sex dream about me.

Her hips rubbed harder, smearing her tangy juices on his thigh. He could smell both women’s arousal—Christy’s tang and Aaliyah’s spice. A flood of wetness smeared his hip and his girlfriend shuddered, cumming in her sleep.

“Fuck!” Kyle groaned. his balls ready to burst. “Aaliyah!”

He flooded her cunt, his entire body tensing as he flooded her depths. He gasped for air, pulling his wife down and kissing her lush lips. She slid to his left, never breaking their kiss, and curled up against him, sandwiching Kyle between both teens. He held them both, two of his four loves. The pleasure bled out of his body, leaving behind exhaustion.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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Christy woke up, a warm body next to hers. Kyle’s. She hugged him, enjoying the warmth of her boyfriend’s solid form. Last night had been magical. Her boyfriend had been an attentive lover. She’d heard horror stories of other girl’s first times, complaining of the pain and the guy lasting just a minute before cumming. And once the boy got his rocks off, he was uninterested in returning the favor.

Not Kyle. He made me scream his name, she thought with a fond smile.

She sat up, stretching. And blinked. Did I just see another girl sleeping in my bed? She rubbed her eyes. No, there was no-one sleeping on the other side of Kyle. I guess I wasn’t fully awake.

Her sheets had pulled back and her boyfriends half-hard cock rising out of a forest of dark-brown, curly hair. She smiled, admiring his muscular body. He had the lean build of a runner—toned, but not the overdeveloped muscles of a bodybuilder. She stroked his abs, her fingers moving down to toy with his pubic hair. Then she grasped his cock, fascinated by it. Long, smooth, with a wrinkled, mushroom-shaped head that leaked a clear liquid as it hardened beneath her strokes.

She leaned down and sucked it into her mouth. She tasted something faint. Pussy juices, but spicier than hers, like he had just fucked another woman. But, no, he was with me all night. How could another woman’s juices be on his cock? Mine must have grown spicier as they dried.

She bobbed her head, looking up at his face, eager to see his expression when he woke up.

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The warm, wet suction drew Kyle from his dream.

“Christy,” he moaned, opening his eyes and seeing her curly, brown hair and hazel eyes.

She grinned around his cock.

“What an eager girl,” giggled Aaliyah, waking up beside him. “She’s perfect. When will you introduce us?”

“Monday!” groaned Kyle.

“What’s Monday?” frowned Christy, his cock popping out of her mouth.

“Monday?” Kyle asked, mind whirling. “Oh, there’s someone I want you to meet. I don’t know why it popped into my head right now.”

“Oh, okay.” Her warm mouth engulfed him.

“God, that feels great,” he groaned. “I love you so much.”

“I think you’re going to love me more in a moment,” she promised. “I think you’re ready.”

“For what?”

“There’s a bottle of lube in my nightstand drawer.” She took a deep breath as he opened it. “I want you to take all my firsts. You were my first blowjob and I want you to be the first to fuck me in the ass.”

His smile exploded across his lips. “You’re right, I do love you more now!”

“So I read about this,” she smiled, laying on her stomach, sliding a pillow beneath her, and raising up her pale ass. He grinned as she wiggled her lush rump in excitement. “Lube your cock and then use your fingers to lube my ass.”

The lube was cherry flavored and slightly pink. And cold. He slathered it on his cock, almost losing his hard-on, but her ass was too inviting to soften now. He squeezed a generous gob on his finger, then spread her butt-cheeks. Her asshole was cute, brown, and he couldn’t help kissing it.

“Ohh, that was nice,” Christy purred.

“I love this girl,” Aaliyah smiled. She was sitting on the bed, her legs spread and Christy’s face almost in her snatch. His girlfriend was still unaware of Aaliyah’s presence. It was so hot watching the sexy Genie masturbating inches from her unknowing lips. “She’s made to be our wife.”

Kyle grinned back, then worked some lube into her ass. He kissed her ass, tasting sour mixed with sweet cherry, and shoved his tongue inside. Christy tensed and gasped, then relaxed as he tongued her. He alternated tonguing and fingering her, until he could easily work two fingers in and out of her. His cock ached; he could wait no longer.

“Fuck her ass!” purred Aaliyah.

“Fuck my ass!” begged Christy.

Kyle chuckled. “It’s such a beautiful ass. I’m powerless to resist it!”

He guided his lubed cock to her hole. He pushed, her asshole resisting. She groaned as he popped inside. He slowly worked himself all the way in, her breathing coming in short, ragged pants punctuated with gasps.

“Oh, fuck!” Christy cursed. “That’s different!”

“You feel wonderful,” Kyle whispered in her ear, slowly pumping in and out of her. “So tight.”

“You have no idea how big you feel!” she moaned. “But it feels kinda nice.”

Aaliyah’s fingers danced across her slit, one hand pinching her clit, while the other pumped fingers in and out of her pink hole. He watched her masturbation, pumping faster and faster into his girlfriend’s ass.

“Oh, Kyle!” moaned Christy.

“Make her scream!” gasped Aaliyah.

The bedsprings creaked and groaned as he fucked her harder and faster. Her ass was tight and oh-so-hot. Christy gasped every time he bottomed out in her, writhing her hips. She moaned his name, her cries growing louder and louder.

“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!” Aaliyah screamed, her full tits heaving and juices erupted from her cunt, squirting into Christy’s face. His girlfriend didn’t seen to notice the pussy juices dripping from her face.

“Kyle! Harder! Gonna cum!” Christy moaned.

“So am I!” Kyle gasped. “Your ass feels amazing!”

“Cum with me!” she begged. “I’m so close! You’re driving my clit into the pillow! Harder! Harder!”

He pounded her ass as hard as he could, the entire bed shaking. His balls, slapping against her cunt, tightened, ready to erupt. He gritted his teeth, fighting off the urge. He slammed into her ass once, twice, and then she came. Her ass squeezed down on his cock, so hard, the friction as he drove into her driving him wild with ecstasy.

“Shit!” he grunted and then unloaded in her.

He buried into her, holding her tight as they trembled in passion together, sharing this moment of bliss. Kyle collapsed on his girlfriend, holding her and nuzzling her neck. She turned her head and they kissed, her lips spicy with Aaliyah’s passion.

“Wow,” Kyle breathed.

“Uh-huh,” she gasped. Both too drained to speak. They just held each other.

Aaliyah vanished, and the two teens cuddled, dozing in each other’s arms. They would have spent the entire day in there, but someone banged on the door, yelling breakfast. They both tensed in panic, but then Kyle remembered his wish, and relaxed. So did Christy. He was surprised by that, then remembered what she had done last night She ‘prayed’ to that goddess. Christy had gotten into Wiccan a few months back, worshiping Hecate, and now and seemed to think she could cast spells.

What if she could? Someone had cast that spell on Chyna? He gave a dismissive chuckle at the thought of Christy casting a spell. She couldn’t be the one since she isn’t pleased with how Chyna acts around me. It has to be someone that wanted to break us up. Only one name popped into his head: Braiden. The asshole who used to his friend until he had made a pass at Christy.

Kyle decided to keep a watch out for Braiden.

“I guess you got to go,” Christy sighed.

“Yeah, I have some training to do today.”

“At the dojo?” Christy frowned.

“No, no. A, um, friend is coming over to spar.”

She kissed him. “Well, have fun. I love you.” A second kiss. “Umm, I love you so much.” A third kiss, full of heat.

“C’mon, Christy!” her mother yelled.

“Coming, Mom!” she shouted in annoyance.

“I love you, too,” he told her.

Kyle sneaked out as Christy walked into the kitchen and loudly spoke with her parents. Kyle walked a few blocks down the street to where his car waited and drove home. He found Fatima getting her pussy licked by Aaliyah, his Genie wife tied up and her ass red and freshly spanked.

“What’s this?” Kyle asked.

“She didn’t bring me with her,” his little sister pouted. “So I had to punish her.”

“It was so bad of me!” Aaliyah moaned, then dived back into his sister’s pussy.

A smile broadened Fatima’s beautiful face, lust shining in her almond-shaped eyes. “So how was your date? Did you make her scream?”

Kyle related the entire date as his sister straddled him and rode him cowgirl style. She fucked him hard, her pussy on fire, and she screamed his name before they were finished, collapsing on his chest. Satisfied, Fatima finally untied Aaliyah.

“So you wanted to train me?” Kyle asked.

“Yes,” the Genie nodded, yellow silks sprang around her naked body. “The back yard should do. I was sent to fulfill an alliance with the Mortal who could defeat the Marids and free the Djinn.”

“Right.” A bit of fear bubbled inside him. “And that’s me?” How can I save the Djinn?

“Yes. So I was sent with weapons. You need to learn to use them.” She shifted, taking a deep breath. “Something is searching for me. I need you to make a wish, husband.”

He looked at her in concern. “What kind?”

“Wish for your home to be protected.” Her eyes fixed on him. “My homunculi killed a familiar.”

“A what?”

“An animal that is under the control of a witch or sorcerer. It was searching for something and stank of foul magic. It was dispatched, but next time, the familiar may get away and report back to its master.”

“I wish my home to be protected.”

Relief flashed across Aaliyah’s face. “Done.”

“So what is this threat?”

“I know not. Magic is not an area I’ve studied. It could be a mortal servant of the Marids. They had spies in my father’s court and…well, my lamp was misplaced on my journey. That is why you need to train. To protect your family.”

Kyle put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll protect you, Aaliyah.”

“Me, too!” Fatima exclaimed, giving a little jump and whoop. “I know how to fight just as well as our husband.”

Aaliyah smiled and nodded. “Well, let’s get started.”

He gave his mom a hug as they passed in the hallway, then he and his two wives trooped outside. Aaliyah summoned four weapons with the wave of her hand. They were magnificent weapons, all clearly Arabic: an ornate scimitar, the blade inlaid with bright gold; a short spear, the haft and slim spear-point etched with a strange, red metal; a curved dagger, inlaid with a blue metal; and what looked like a recurve horsebow, the limbs inlaid with green metal.

“Choose one, my husband,” Aaliyah purred. “With these you shall free my people from oppression.”

Kyle swallowed, the fear growing. “I’m only seventeen. How am I supposed to do that.”

“You’re a fighter,” she answered. “I can see it in your bearing. The blood of warriors and kings flows through your veins. And you awakened me, proving that you are the one person who can save my people. So please choose your weapon, my husband.”

“And who are these other weapons for?” Fatima asked, eyeing the spear.

“Great warriors that will serve our husband,” Aaliyah answered.

“Men?”

Aaliyah nodded at her wife. “Of course. Who else would be warriors?”

The scimitar drew Kyle’s gaze. I know how to fight with a katana, and I could learn how to fight with the curved sword. He walked over, grasping it in his hand. The sword seemed to come alive in his hand and he could feel its power—the blade was as ancient and implacable as a mountain. It glowed yellow, transforming into molten light. The weight shifted, like the balance of the sword was somehow changing. The hilt morphed in his hand, becoming familiar.

The light died.

He held a beautiful katana in his hand, perfectly balanced and gleaming in the weak, January sunlight peaking through a gap in the gray clouds. He couldn’t help swinging it. This weapon was made for me. A name seemed to rise up in his mind—Earthbones.

“Oh, wow!” Fatima gasped.

Aaliyah nodded in satisfaction. “I am glad you choose that weapon. It is of the Jann, of the earth.”

Fatima walked over to the spear, a grin on her face. She reached for it.

“No!” the Genie yelled. “Only the chosen warrior may handle it.”

His sister grasped the spear, hefting it. The spear turned into fire in his sister’s hands, burning brightly. Aaliyah gasped as the spear lengthened, the point turning into a long, straight blade. The glow faded, and a beautiful yari, a Japanese spear, was in his sister’s hand. She smiled, and then preformed a complicated kata, swinging the spear about and punctuating her thrusts with loud yells. She was so graceful, her black hair dancing about her, fire glinting on the blade’s metal.

“I guess I’m a chosen warrior,” Fatima declared, eyes burning with defiance.

“You are,” Aaliyah blushed darkly. “I forget how…progressive this time is. Progressive, that is the word?”

“Yeah,” Kyle answered.

“I beg your forgiveness, my sister-wife.”

Fatima walked over and gave her a kiss. “Forgiven.”

“Each weapon represents an element,” Aaliyah started to explain. “The sword is earth and…”

“Mine is fire!” Fatima chimed in. “Her name is Fireheart.”

“You should be able to sense the element associated with your weapon around you,” Aaliyah continued. “Listen to the song of your weapon, let it guide your soul. For Kyle, you must command the earth, and Fatima, you must share your passion with the fire.”

The ground beneath his feet felt alive, strong and proud, willing to submit if he had the strength to dominate it.

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Christy trembled as she pulled up at Ms. Franklin’s house. The sun was setting. She had spent her Saturday dreading this moment. She’s going to fuck me now. I made my oath, and now I have no excuses to keep me from submitting. She didn’t regret letting Kyle take her virginity—how could she regret such a wonderful night—but she wasn’t looking forward to Celestite’s appetite.

I made this choice, and I have to live with it. It was worth it to save my mom’s life. But she desperately wished there was a way out. That Kyle could save her from the teacher’s clutches. Then they could live happily ever after.

Clenching her teeth, she walked up to the door. Sable Purcell arrived at the same time. There was a knowing smile on her orange face—Sable used a spray-on tan that looked absolutely horrifying—and lust in her green eyes.

“Hello, Amber,” she purred. “Did you let your boyfriend pluck your cherry last night?”

Amber was Christy’s coven name. It was the color of her aura. Not the most powerful aura—she knew only one person with a diamond aura, her boyfriend—but not the weakest. Tourmaline, Sable’s aura and coven-name, was one step above her own.

“Yes,” Christy answered, unable to suppress her smile as joy bubbled inside her. Then it faded as Ms. Franklin, or Celestite as she was supposed to be called, opened the door for the two teen girls. There was a predatory hunger in the teachers green eyes.

“You’re mine tonight,” she purred, stroking Christy’s face. “I can see your newfound womanhood painted on your face.”

Christy took a deep breath. “I swore my oaths, and am no longer a maiden. By the ancient laws, I submit myself to you, Celestite.”

The teacher captured her lips in a kiss. Christy tried not to squirm and forced herself to kiss the teacher back. Then she was pulled inside. Ms. Franklin slipped off the silk robe she wore, revealing her lush, naked form. Sable and Christy undressed while their coven leader feasted on their nubile figures with her eyes.

“The other’s are all here,” Ms. Franklin purred, pulling Christy to her. The teacher’s hands slid down her side to cup the teen’s perky ass, giving her a good squeeze.

Christy’s heart beat faster and faster as they walked down the stairs. She was going to be fucked by Ms. Franklin’s strap-on. Before she had only had her pussy licked and had to lick out the teacher’s cunt. And while getting her pussy licked was wonderful, and she had grown to like the taste of a girl’s passion, letting the teacher fuck her with the strap-on seemed too much like cheating on Kyle.

But I don’t have a choice. It’s not really cheating if I don’t want to do it, right?

“Don’t be so scared,” the teacher purred in the teen’s ears. “I’ll make you cum far harder than that boyfriend of yours did!”

Christy didn’t think that was possible. Last night had been…magical.

“Summoned, so have I appeared,” first Christy, then Sable, intoned upon reaching the bottom of the stairs. “I fulfill my oaths of fealty to the Coven and present myself naked so you can see the proof of my womanhood.”

The other four members of their coven—Onyx, Garnet, Jade, and Opal—waited in around the seven pointed star inscribed on the floor in white chalk. Christy went to her position, Opal on her right and Sable on her left. Ms. Franklin stepped up to her place.

“The circle is complete,” Ms. Franklin pronounced. “Tonight, we shall attempt a powerful scrying spell. Christy shall be our Oracle.”

The teen swallowed, and stepped obediently into the circle. Opal fetched a black strap-on and assisted the teacher in donning her tool. Christy knelt, presenting herself to be used by the teacher. She shuddered as Ms. Franklin’s hand traced the globe of her ass, then reached between her thighs and pressed into her pussy. To her disgust, warm pleasure tingled through her and her pussy moistened.

I’m sorry, Kyle.

“Great Goddess Hecate, we beseech you!” intoned Ms. Franklin, the tip of her dildo rubbing against the petals of Christy’s pussy, building the sexual energy to power the spell. “Send to us your daughter Prophecy and inhabit this willing vessel.”

Christy swallowed, and intoned, “Come upon me Prophecy, daughter of Hecate, and possess me so that my Circle may see beyond time and space.”

The dildo thrust into Christy. She gasped, pleasure tingling through her. The teacher pulled out so slow, and a low moan escaped her lips. There were ridges on the dildo that ignited every nerve inside her pussy. I’m sorry, Kyle. I’m so sorry for enjoying this!

She hated herself for enjoying the pleasure burning inside her. Christy tossed back her head, moaning like a wanton bitch as the strap-on pumped inside her. Her pussy was on fire with lust. She had never felt so horny in her life. She needed to cum. I’m so sorry! I’m just a dirty whore! I’m so sorry, Kyle! She was thrusting her hips back, her breasts swaying as she fucked Ms. Franklin.

“Make me cum!” she moaned, feeling more disgusted. “Make me cum, Celestite!”

“You’re my whore, aren’t you,” the teacher purred, stroking Christy’s back.

I’m sorry, Kyle! “I’m your whore! Please make me cum!” she screamed. Why am I saying this? Why do I feel so out of control? “I’ll do anything for you! Please let me cum, Celestite!”

“You’re my pretty slave, aren’t you?”

That wonderful dildo kept sawing in and out of her pussy. The fire consumed her thoughts, driving everything from her but a desperate needed to please Celestite and cum. “Yes! Your slave! Let me cum, Mistress!”

“Then you’ll dump that disgusting boy for me?”

Her mouth opened, about to speak, and then she clamped it shut. No! Remember Kyle! Her boyfriend’s face swam in her mind. Something’s wrong. She’s done something to me. A lust spell? Her lust burned so hot, she could barely think. She needed more, and reached between her thighs, thrumming her clit with her fingers.

“If you dump that boy, you can cum,” purred Ms. Franklin.

“No!” she moaned. “No!” I love him!

She frigged her clit faster, imaging it was Kyle fucking her. His loving hands on her back, his wonderful cock pumping in her pussy. Pleasure built and built inside of her, a huge flood that threatened to drown her.

“He cheated on you with Chyna!” Ms. Franklin moaned, fucking her harder. “I saw him!”

A moment of clarity fell on Christy. This is the spell cast on Kyle and Chyna. Ms. Franklin was the bitch that cast the spell on them. She’s the one that tried to destroy our relationship! Oh, goddess, what have I gotten myself into?

“He’s unworthy of you. Your love is wasted on such a brutish man.”

“No! I love him!” she cried out and came.

Prophecy fell upon her.

Her spirit soured out of the house, flying on the black wings of Prophecy. She was above South Hill. Meridian was a ribbon of lights as cars drove north and south, splitting off to go down side streets or pull into the many business that lined the busy boulevard. Houses were lit up by yellow flooding out windows or shining from porches, islands surrounded by dark trees. Prophecy circled the community, flying higher and higher, then saw something.

“A storm of sand billows,” Christy intoned in a flat voice.

Prophecy dived and Christy clutched her black feathers as they rushed towards the mass of whirling sand. It covered maybe a half-mile of residential neighborhoods. The sand stung as Prophecy flew into the storm, tearing at her soul; she hunched into the spirit’s feathers, trying to shield her spirit from the stinging grit. Everything was indistinct in a yellow haze inside the storm. They flew through a neighborhood, the houses shadows. A light burned at a window at the epicenter.

“A gray house sits at the center of the storm.”

Prophecy flew to the window; the sand ripped at her soul and tore black feathers off Prophecy’s wings and tail. They alighted on the window sill, peering into a large room. It seemed too large inside, taking up more space than the actual house appeared to from the outside.

“The Djinn lies in a passionate embrace with a girl. They share ecstasy. The girl is not the Djinn’s master.”

Something scurried on the window sill, a hulking figure made of dust. More scrambled up the siding of the house, their hands shaped into sharp blades that almost gleamed like metal, uncaring eyes fixed on the spirit.

Prophecy fled.

Christy collapsed back into her body. The stone was cold as she quivered. Everyone stared at her, disappointment in their eyes. “Her house is warded,” Christy moaned as she writhed, thrust back into her orgasming body. “I couldn’t see much details. And she has guardians made of dust. She’s powerful.”

“Where?”

“South of the High School,” Christy answered. “I’m not sure. She’s warded an entire half-mile area.”

“Dammit!” snarled Ms. Franklin. Christy flinched in fear; for a moment the teacher’s hair seemed to burn, surrounding her rage-filled face with fire.

“I’m sorry,” she quailed.

Then Ms. Franklin grew calm, her green eyes falling on Christy with hunger. The strap-on slid off her legs, and the teacher walked forward; the teen couldn’t help but notice the juices matting the teacher’s fiery bush. Ms. Franklin reached out, grasping a handful of her hair, then pulled her face into the teacher’s cunt.

“It’s alright,” Ms. Franklin purred. “Make me cum, and all is forgiven, my sweet Amber.”

Christy hated how much she enjoyed the taste of the teacher’s pussy. Her tongue licked out over and over as she buried her face into the teacher’s snatch. Ms. Franklin moaned appreciatively, fucking her cunt across the teen’s face.

“Eat me!” she moaned. “Eat me, slave! Make your mistress cum and all is forgiven!”

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“Where are we going, Unmei-san?” Fumi asked as they walked to his car.

She was dressed conservatively in a teal cardigan, buttoned up, underneath a heavy jacket. Her skirt was a dark maroon, falling to her calves, and she wore a pair black boots. Her hair fell straight down her back, a pair of hair clips pinned above the ears. She had a light, airy perfume, smelling faintly of lilies.

“How about Red Robin?” Kyle asked her. “We’ll have dinner, then there’s this movie playing.”

“What is ‘Red Robin’?”

He explained that to her as he unlocked his car. He could feel Fumi’s mother glaring at him from the window. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with her daughter dating him. Maybe she was offended by his attempts to say good evening in Japanese. Kyle had practiced a little before he left the house, but maybe he mispronounced the phrase.

“So what part of Japan are you from?” he asked as he backed out of the driveway.

“Hokkaido,” she answered.

“Is that near Tokyo?” Kyle only had the vaguest knowledge of Japan, and felt a flush of shame. My family’s from there, you’d think I’d know something?

She shook her head. “It’s the northern island. You are part Japanese, yes?”

“Yeah.” He said, smiling, and explained about his dad’s family immigrating to America in the thirties and his mom’s family fleeing from Iraq in the nineties.

She was shy. Every time he tried to ask her questions about herself, he found himself answering her questions. She seemed to want to know everything about him from his Kendo to his school to what sort of music he liked. She seemed genuinely interested in him, and he found himself opening up more and more.

“Lately things have been crazy,” he said.

“Oh, how?”

“I…” Kyle realized what he was about to say I married a Genie. “I…um…There’s been some remolding at my house. So, my sister and I have been sharing a room.” A memory of making love to his little sister rose in his thoughts, her passionate cries echoing in his head, and he felt his cock harden.

“I see,” she answered, her voice had dropped an octave and had become smoother, sexier. There was crimson flushing her cheeks, and she shifted in the seat. “That sounds…frustrating.”

She licked her lips. I would love to feel those lips about my cock! His nose was filled with her perfume, suddenly so strong, so enticing. He wanted to make love to her right then and now. Just stop his car in the middle of the street and fuck her.

He pulled into the South Hill Mall; the Red Robin shared the Mall’s parking lot. His blood boiled with lust and he almost hit an old man as he navigated through the busy parking lot. Wincing, he drove around the cursing man, and tried to pay more attention—it was Saturday evening and the mall was packed. They couldn’t even park near the Red Robin, so he found a space in front of Sears.

“Unmei-san,” she purred. “Would you like to kiss me?”

He swallowed, surprised by her boldness. “Yes,” he answered, leaning over, drawn to her lips.

They were sweet as honey, and as passionate as a hurricane. Her tongue wiggled into his lips, her hands roaming his body, teasing him like a gentle breeze. His own hands found her cardigan, fumbling to unbutton the teal sweater. He reached inside, feeling her small breast through her white blouse and bra.

She pushed him back. “We have to stop, Unmei-san,” she panted.

“I don’t want to,” he said, and kissed her again.

Kyle wasn’t sure what had come over him, but she smelled so wonderful, tasted so heavenly, he just couldn’t resist her. He had never been so aggressive with a girl before. He barely knew her, and his hands were sliding under her blouse in the busy mall parking lot to feel her tits through her bra. And her hands seemed to roam everywhere on him, stroking his chest, rubbing his bulging crotch, caressing his cheek.

“We must stop!” she moaned between kisses as her hands unzipped his pants.

“Do you want to?” he asked her, his fingers rolling a hard nipple between them. He had pushed the cups of her bra up to get access at her firm tits.

“No!”

His cock was out, and she bent over and sucked him into her mouth. He groaned, stroking her blue-black hair as she bobbed on him. She sucked hard; he groaned. The window’s were fogging up, hiding them from the gazes of the shoppers moving through the parking lot.

“Fumi!” he groaned. “Oh, my god! Your mouth!”

She sucked harder. Her tongue swirled around. He squeezed his eyes shut, squirming in his seat. His balls were boiling over. Fumi knew how to suck cock, doing things with her mouth and tongue none of Kyle’s other lovers ever had. He thrust his hips up once, and shuddered. His pleasure escaped him, erupting into her hungry mouth. She swallowed noisily and shuddered in the seat, moaning around his cock like she had just cum.

Her scent seemed to lessen, no longer filling his nose so vibrantly. Whatever strange lust had come over him had vanished and he could think again. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she caught him off.

“I hope you do not think I am a…slut,” she blushed, licking her lips. “I do not know what came over me.”

“No, no,” he answered. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry for forcing you. I should have stopped.”

“Maybe we both got carried away, Unmei-san” she smiled.

“Kyle,” he said. “I think after blowing me, you can use my first name.”

She blushed again. She was so beautiful when her light-olive cheeks burned with crimson. “Yes, you are right, Kyle-san.”

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I need to be more careful, Fumi berated herself as they walked into the restaurant. I need to take it slow and not let my desires overwhelm me! Drinking his cum had helped. It wasn’t where her body really craved to absorb his seed, but it would tide her over.

The vast majority of men could survive cumming in her mouth. A lot of men could survive cumming in her ass. Only the right man could survive cumming in her pussy. And she was sure that Kyle was that man.

Just like you were so sure of Shiro and Kenji?

Her blood chilled. If I take it slow, I can figure out if he’s the one. “If you find the one,” her mother had said, “you will have to take it slow. Start with blowjobs. The more he gets used to you, the sweeter and sweeter he tastes. Then move on to anal sex. Taste the cum that leaks out. When it’s sweet, he maybe the man who can survive your pussy.”

Fumi envied her mother for finding the one man for her. Guilt still plagued her. She had barely known any better with Shiro, and had let her lust overwhelm her. So with Kenji she had tried to take it slow, but her lust had gotten the better of her, and she had convinced herself that he was ready for her pussy.

There was one more thing Fumi’s mother had told her: “If he’s not one hundred percent Japanese from Hokkaido, then there is no way he’s the one.” Kyle wasn’t fully Japanese, so how could he be the one for her. She ignored that nagging voice in her head

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The date was going far better than Kyle had thought. Fumi turned out to be a far ‘friendlier’ girl than he could imagine. At Red Robin, Kyle found his eyes staring at her tight blouse and it was almost like she could feel his desire, because she leaned over and whispered in his ear.

“Meet me in the bathroom,” she whispered.

He waited a minute, and followed her into the men’s room. A guy was using the urinal, but he didn’t seem to notice a cute, Japanese girl slipping in followed by her horny date. Kyle sat on the toilet and she knelt down and gave him another mind numbing blowjob. She swallowed, but grimaced.

“Something wrong?”

“Just bitter,” she answered. “I hoped it would be a little sweeter.”

“Sorry,” Kyle muttered.

“Don’t be. I needed that.”

“I can return the favor,” Kyle said, reaching out to lift up her skirt.

She blushed again. “Oh, no. I climaxed when you did. I love cum. I guess I get off on it.” She stood up and grabbed Kyle’s face, peering into his eyes. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

She was so different than he first thought. At the dojo she seemed so reserved, as peaceful as a blue sky. Her moods seemed to shift, blowing from lust to amusement to joy to calm at a moment’s noticed. She was as free as the wind.

“Yeah,” Kyle answered. I fell in love with Christy the first time I saw her, and definitely with you.

“I think fate brought us together!” She frowned. “That is the right word, yes. Fate?”

Kyle shrugged. “I guess so.”

She kissed him gently, then turned, and slipped out of the bathroom stall, leaving him a little bemused. She was back at the table, sitting reserved like she had the day he had first met her, eating her burger with small bites. It was almost comical, the burger was huge and she took only little nibbles.

She barely ate half her burger. “The portions are so big,” she complained to the waiter. “But it was very delicious.”

They drove to the movie theater, and saw the very same movie he took Christy to last night. He sat his date in the back corner, hoping to get lucky with her again. Thinking of her blowing him in the crowded theater made his dick hard. Her perfume filled his nose and he wrapped arm around her and found her wet lips.

She couldn’t blow him. There were enough people sitting in the theater that he didn’t want to risk it, so he covered their lap with his jacket, and her tiny hand pumped on his cock. He kissed her harder, and hiked up her skirt. She tried to stop him, until his hand found her panties and rubbed at her wet pussy. Then she sighed into his mouth, and jacked him faster.

Kyle came first, groaning into her lips, his chair creaking as his body spasmed. He kept fingering her pussy as she broke the kiss and pulled up her hands. In the fast changing light from the screen, he could see his cum glinting on her hands. She licked her hands clean, shuddered and sighed as soft as a spring breeze.

She really loves cum, Kyle thought as her pussy spasmed on his probing fingers. He pulled his hand up, and she smiled as he licked her sweet juices off his hand.

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His cum still tasted bitter after the second time Fumi jacked her date off. She sighed. It took weeks for Shiro’s cum to taste sweet. Did his ever taste this bitter? It was hard to remember. She had sucked so many guys off, their flavors all blended together after a while.

Kyle nuzzled her neck, licking her ear. He was still so horny. It was fanning her own lusts, and that made her pheromones affect him even worse. A normal guy should be done for hours after how many times Kyle had cum tonight.

He was as solid as a rock, at least his cock seemed to be. “I need more,” he whispered, a pleading catch in his voice. “You’re just so irresistible, Fumi.”

The movie was a mistake. There was no-one sitting near enough to them, and the darkness made them feel all alone and intimate.

“Please.” He kissed her. “You’re so beautiful and…I love you.”

She stiffened.

“I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at the dojo,” he whispered in her ear. “That’s how I knew that there was love at first sight.”

His fingers slid up her skirt. She squeezed her eyes shut as he teased her pussy. “Yes,” she moaned. “I love you, too.”

“I don’t care that we’re in a theater. I want to fuck you right here.”

“Yes!” No! You can’t! He’s not ready! The warning voice shook off the fog of her lust as his hands tugged her panties down. “Not my pussy. My ass.”

“Fine!”

She turned onto her side, facing away from him. He folded up the arm rest, his crotch pressing against her ass. His jacket still lay across her lap, hiding them as he hiked up her skirt. It was awkward, uncomfortable even, but they were both too horny to care.

His cock poked her naked ass, smearing precum as it searched for her anus. She gasped, his cock pushing past the ring of her sphincter. He slid easily in her. Unlike a human female, her ass lubed itself. Not as copious as her pussy, but enough to let him pump inside her without causing pain. And when he rubbed his cock inside her; she let out a throaty moan. His dick feels delicious inside me.

I bet it would feel amazing in my pussy!

He pumped faster, breathing in her ear. Fumi closed her eyes, fighting the urge to pop his cock out of her ass and let him slam it home in her pussy. Remember Kenji! Kyle’s not ready!

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re so wonderful!”

She smiled. He must be the one! He loves me! He doesn’t think I’m a slut!

A shadow loomed over her. She gasped as someone sat down next to her. “Hey, Kyle.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fumi’s ass felt like wet silk as he pumped inside her. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. There were people just a few seats away as he pumped inside her ass. But she was just so intoxicating, he couldn’t resist her. He felt like he could have done something to make those people not care, but it was so hard to think about anything but fucking Fumi.

“Hey, Kyle.”

He froze for a moment, seeing a figure sitting beside Fumi. She was leaning over, her face practically in his lap as Kyle fucked her ass. He recognized that face. His former friend—Braiden. They had been great friends once, but not long after he began dating Christy, his supposed friend had made a pass at her.

“Where did you find this slut?” Braiden asked, stroking her hair.

Kyle didn’t know what to say. His hips began pumping; Fumi’s ass was too inviting to stop.

“Christy is going to be so heartbroken.”

Kyle wanted to deck his former, smug friend.

“Who?” panted Fumi.

“His girlfriend. Poor girl doesn’t know what a cheating, sack of shit her boyfriend is. It would be a shame if she found out.”

That almost halted Kyle’s hips. Almost. Maybe Christy was fine with Chyna, but would she be fine with him taking a girl out on a date? And what about Fumi? She’s going to be pissed to find out he already has a girlfriend.

“I’ll tell you what, Kyle. If you have your whore suck my cock, I won’t tell Christy. For old time sake.”

“You asshole!” Kyle groaned, unable to stop fucking Fumi’s ass.

He snorted. “You’re the one still fucking the whore.” He caressed Fumi’s face. “She sure looks pretty. How about it, slut? Suck my cock to bail your fuck-buddy out of trouble.”

“Sure.”

Kyle was stunned. She sounded eager. Fumi bent down and deftly pulled out Braiden’s cock, and sucked it into her mouth. Her ass tightened on his cock as she noisily sucked. He couldn’t believe this was happening. What type of girl did I fall in love with? Or is Braiden the one that cast the spell on Chyna? Did he just cast one on Fumi?

Aaliyah. I wish to know if Fumi is under any spells?

*None. Why do you ask, my husband?*

Tell you later. It was getting harder to concentrate with Fumi’s bowels wrapped around his cock.

*Have fun. Fatima and I send out love.*

“Fuck. She is a slut! Where did you find her?” Braiden asked. “You got to hook me up with her number. I would love to give this slut a good time. She seems to love my big cock.”

“Shut up!” Kyle hissed.

“That’s eight inches of man you’re sucking slut! I can’t wait to bust a nut in your mouth.” Braiden chuckled. “She’s sucking harder. The little whore loves cum!”

It was exciting watching Fumi—a girl he was in love with—sucking another guy’s cock and getting degraded by him. He fucked her harder, driving her face onto Braiden’s cock. His asshole, former friend gripped Fumi’s head, forcing her mouth to bob up and down on his cock. He gave a grunt, and he could hear the Japanese girl swallowing his cum.

Her ass convulsed around his cock. The taste of cum seemed to trigger her orgasms. Her velvety, tight hole massaged his cock. His balls were boiling. She had another man’s cum in her mouth. He couldn’t hold back, and slammed into her and released his built up passion. He shook, body convulsing in pleasure, a muffled grunt escaping his lips.

“What a slut!” Braiden giggled as Fumi sat up, looking back at him. He could see the cum glistening on her lips.

Oh, fuck! Christy’s going to learn about Fumi, and Fumi knows about Christy! Panic filled Kyle. He had to get out of there. It was too much. He was going to lose two of his loves. He stood up. Shit, shit, shit!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Kyle fled from her. She’d shown just how much she needs cum, and he’d rejected her. Why wouldn’t he? We were on a date and I just blew another guy. Why can’t I control myself?

“Too bad he left,” the guy she just blew said, trying to put his arm around her. “Guess we can have some more fun…”

Fumi slapped him. “Like I’d want anything more to do with you!” she hissed. “Baka yarou!” Her body itched with disgust at letting the asshole touch her.

Then she chased after Kyle. She had to explain to him, make him understand that she loved him. She just had to have cum. Kenji had understood, and she felt Kyle might as well. He has to understand! I just know he’s the one for me!

She found him outside the building, leaning against the wall. He was breathing heavily, eyes closed. She took a deep breath. “Kyle?”

He flinched, opening his eyes. “I’m sorry, Fumi. I’m such a piece of shit.”

“What?” she asked. “I was going to apologize for my behavior.”

He blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“About what?” She was confused. He didn’t seem angry at all about her behavior.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh.” She had been too preoccupied with the cock in her mouth and the one in her ass to pay attention to the disgusting words the stranger had uttered. A girlfriend? Well, I can hardly be angry about that. “Perhaps, we should wait to have another date until you break up with her.”

“I love her.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I love you both.”

He was cracking, a strong rock slowly stressed by the heat and cold until fractures spread across his face. “You love her? And me?”

“Yeah. What type of terrible person am I?”

“I don’t think you’re terrible,” Fumi told him, reaching out to touch his chest, above his heart. “You seem to have a generous heart.”

He seemed to relax.

“I understand,” she continued. “I have my…appetites. I’m addicted to cum. One man could never be enough. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you, and I certainly do not love the other men. But if you can accept that, I can accept sharing you.”

He looked at her. “It was kinda exciting,” he admitted. “Watching you. And Christy seems to be fine with sharing me. We’ve had a threesome before. Maybe…”

“Oh, well, I’m not interested in women,” Fumi answered. “But, I guess, for you I could…”

“Well, he’s probably going to tell Christy, and that might be the end of us.”

She hugged him. “Maybe not. I did make him cum. I’m sure he’ll keep his word.”

“Maybe,” Kyle smiled, but it seemed sad, resigned.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” Fumi smiled. “When can we have a second date?”

“Sure.” He thought for a moment. “Tomorrow?”

She sighed. “No. There is something at my father’s work.”

“Wednesday?”

“Not sooner?” she asked.

Kyle shook his head. “No. I don’t think so. Christy and I study at my house on Mondays, and Tuesday is training at the dojo.”

“Sounds good.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I should be getting home. My mother worries.”

He laughed. “She doesn’t seem to like me.”

“No. She’s…protective.”

He kissed her, and that got her heart racing. She could feel his lust growing, and her body reacted, producing the pheromone that made men desire her. She broke the kiss, and headed for his car before anything happened.

Every time they stopped at a light, Kyle’s hands were on her. Rubbing her thighs, her breasts, her face. She was going to have to blow him when they arrived at her house. Her body ached for cum. Even the cum he shot in her ass only held off her true hunger. Maybe it was good that he has another woman. If he stays so horny, it would be best for him to have another release for his libido until he is ready for my pussy.

The moment he pulled into her driveway, she was pulling his cock out and sucked his cock into her mouth. He tasted wonderful! She wanted his cock inside her pussy, she sucked harder and harder. He groaned, then he pushed her mouth off his cock.

“I need your pussy!” he groaned.

Oh no! Fear pumped like ice through her veins as she realized their date had went on too long, her desire for him was too great. He had been around her too much, soaking in her pheromones.

He opened the car door, racing around. His dark-olive face twisted with passion and his dark, Asian eyes were almost black; his pupils were fully dilated. “I need you!” he groaned, his voice thick.

“No!” she shouted.

He ripped open her door and pulled her out roughly. Her pussy wept juices as he manhandled her. She felt so weak, so helpless, and he was so strong—excitement burned inside her. He reached under her skirt and ripped her panties down.

“We can’t!” she protested, even as she pulled him to her and spread her legs. This is what she needed. “Fuck my ass! Please!”

“No!” he roared; his voice rough, gravelly. “I need to be in you!”

She gasped, shuddered, and came as he entered her pussy. He’s not ready! a voice screamed inside her. She fucked her hips against him, not caring. She needed his cum as badly as he needed to be in her. Nothing else mattered but satisfying her appetite.

She didn’t even care that he would die when he came in her. She was too lost to her hungers.

To be continued…

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The Battered Lamp Chapter Four: The Virgin of the Arcane

 

 

The Battered Lamp

Chapter Four: The Virgin of the Arcane

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Teen females, Teen male/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Anal Sex, First, Oral Sex, Rimming, Incest

For a list of all the Battered Lamp Chapters click here, and for the Devil’s Pact click here

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Thursday, January 16th

“We’re going to be late, Fatima!” Kyle hollered from the bottom of the stairs.
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The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 8: Public Transportation

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Eight: Public Transportation

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Female, Mind Control, Magic, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Bondage/Domination, Public Sex, Cuckold

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Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

I had just made a pact with Astarte, giving her Darleen Cummins—the mayor’s gorgeous, sixteen-year-old daughter—to possess for the night in exchange for unlimited sexual stamina, and now my pecker ached painfully. I had the worst case of blue balls I had ever felt in my life; I had to, needed to, find someone to stick my cock in and take the pressure off my nuts before they ruptured.
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The Battered Lamp Chapter Two: The Slave of Desire

 

 

The Battered Lamp

Chapter Two: The Slave of Desire

by mypenname3000

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Teen male/Teen female. Teen female/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, As to Pussy

For a list of all the Battered Lamp Chapters click here, and for the Devil’s Pact click here

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constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com.



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Note: Thanks to b0b for being my beta reader.

Thursday, January 16th

The loud, annoying, repetitive beep of Kyle’s alarm woke him. He rolled over, slapping at the clock. Only his hand fell short, landing upon a warm, soft lump that gasped. A person… Kyle’s thoughts tried to ponder that—
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The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: Mark and Mary’s One Year Anniversary

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Side-Story: Mark and Mary’s One Year Anniversary

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Female, Female/Female, Female/Teen female, Male/Females, Male/Teen female, Anal Sex, Mind Control, Exhibitionism, Wedded Lust, Oral Sex, Romance

For a list of all the Devil’s Pact Chapters and other stories click here

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as its
constructive, and feedback is very appreciated. To contact me, you can leave a comment or email me at mypenname3000@mypenname3000.com, and you can contact my editor by

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Notes: This takes place between Chapter 49 and Chapter 50.



Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Hawaii
“If everyone can please take their seats, we’ll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes,” Lynda stated over Air Force One’s intercom.
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The Devil’s Pact Ghost of Paris Chapter 7: The Goddess in the Tutu

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

The Ghost of Paris Chapter Seven: The Goddess in the Tutu

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2014


Story Codes: Male/Female, Male/Teen female, Mind Control, Magic, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Fisting, Public Sex

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Tuesday, September 17th, 2013 – Paris, Texas

My pecker was still damp from Miss Cheshire’s cooch as I sat invisible at one of the library’s computers. The first thing I did when I entered the building was to give the hot librarian a nice tumble in the storeroom. I fucked her so hard against a shelf, a stack of books fell down on us. I kept right on plowing her cunt; no way was I going to let a few bumps and bruises stop me.
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Chapter 49: The Victors’ Reward

 

 

The Devil’s Pact

Chapter 49: The Victors’ Rewards

by mypenname3000

edited by Master Ken

© Copyright 2013, 2014


Story Codes: Hermaphrodite/Female, Male/Female, Female/Female, Male/Females, Mind Control, Magic, Lactation, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Wedded Lust, Wife, Group Sex

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Who were the Patriots? Who wrote their Manifesto? After the ravages of the Demon Wars, only speculation was left behind. The only clue that had survived was a paper that had purportedly been found in a safety deposit box in Philadelphia. On this paper were thirty-seven names, the supposed roster of the Patriots, and at the head of the list was the name Noel Heinrich. Noel had been an FBI Agent that had briefly fallen into the Tyrants’ powers, one of the many women forced to be their sex-slave. No records survived to indicate what Noel’s fate was after parting ways with the Tyrants in June of 2013.

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

Thursday, May 6th, 2014 – Samnag Soun – Qumran

My words trailed off as Alison hung up abruptly. I hoped she would be all right. I liked Alison. Besides being a great fuck, there was an honest enthusiasm about the slut.

“What a bitch,” Candy muttered, taking the satphone from me. “She should show you more respect, Sam.”

“I think it was a little intense where she was,” I shrugged, turning back to the black, iron wall we uncovered beyond the red stone. It was a Matmown. Excitement bubbled in me as the Palestinian laborers excavated it out, searching for the door. Something important must be buried here!

“Holy Vizier,” a laborer bowed; he wore a leather choker about his neck.

The worship of Mark and Mary was spreading, and the Muslim world was plunged into as much chaos, or even more, as the Christian world . Every day more and more Muslims abandoned their faith, and violence abounded in the Middle East as the two sides clashed. Every day suicide bombers killed dozens. The laborers were watched carefully by a squad of Rangers bound to Mark. We had vetted the laborers, they all were worshipers of Mark, but the Patriots, one of Lilith’s daughters, or a fundamentalist could have infiltrated the laborers to try and harm us.

“Yes?” I asked.

“We found the door,” he answered.

Excitement bubbled through me, set my hands trembling, as I followed the man along the side of the half-buried wall to a door that had been dug out. “You are all dismissed for the day,” I told the laborer. “Candy will pay you.”

“Of course, Holy Vizier,” he bowed.

I forced myself to wait until the laborers were all gone, standing before the iron door. Candy slipped into the excavation, a grin plastered on her face, and she enthusiastically hugged and kissed me. I ran my hand through her dyed hair, half-blue and half-pink, as we kissed. I was excited, my cock hard as Candy wiggled against me. But that could wait.

“Let’s open it!” I exclaimed.

A pair of Rangers pried the door open with crowbars, the metal hinges protesting. It smelled like rust inside, and I pulled out my flashlight, shining the bright, LED light around it. There was a plinth, and an unrolled scroll resting atop it. It looked like papyrus, and I could see faded, brown writing on it. I walked forward, examining the scroll without touching it. Candy told the Rangers to wait outside, then had them close the door.

“Is it what we need?” Candy asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“It’s written in Aramaic,” I answered, starting to translate as I read. “Its style reminds me of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

“Mary says our copy is incomplete,” Candy pointed out. “And look at the scroll, the right side is torn, but the left side is more even.”

She was right. “This is the end of a scroll. They used to write books on long rolls of papyrus or parchment. This looks like the final passages of a book.” I bent down and found Lucifer’s name written, and I smiled. “This is it!”

Candy squealed in excitement, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissed me exuberantly. Very exuberantly! Her lips hot, and her tongue lithe; she tasted sweet, and my cock ached for her as she ground her crotch against me. Her fingers fumbled at the loose, canvas pants I wore, popping the button off so she could snake her hand in and grasp my hardening cock. Our six month’s in Israel, perusing through dried texts, had left little time for fooling around. The dam on my lust broke; we no longer needed to deny ourselves. Drunk on our success, I let the flashlight drop to the floor, its light waving wildly about the dark, metal room as it skittered across the floor.

“Oh, Sam,” she husked, nibbling at my neck. “I need you in me! I’m so horny!”

I found the button for her pants, unsnapped it, and struggled to push them off her hips. She wiggled, helping me, and my hands found her naked ass; I gave her soft cheeks a squeeze. I burned to stick my cock in her, and to feel her tight, wet tunnel squeezing on my shaft. Her pants were tangled around her feet, stuck on her hiking boots.

“I need to be in you,” I moaned.

“Let me get my boots off,” Candy said, pulling away and letting go of my cock.

“No, get on your knees.”

“Umm, that sounds fun,” she giggled, kneeling on the hard metal floor. I knelt behind her, ignoring the hard metal, and slapped her ass. She squealed, looking back at me, her beautiful face lit on the right side by the flashlight. “Fuck me, Sam. Make me your bitch!”

I drove into her wet cunt, groaning loudly. “You are my bitch!” I groaned. “Mark gave you to me!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Your bitch! I love it! I love being yours!”

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping my cock as I plowed in and out of her. I slapped her ass; she cooed loudly, and thrust her hips back into me. Her passion grew, and she wildly tossed her multicolored hair about.

“Fuck your bitch!” she moaned over and over. “Make me howl! Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!” Her cunt convulsed about my cock, and she threw back her head and yelled as loud as possible as her powerful orgasm exploded through her.

I smacked her ass. “Howl bitch!” I groaned. “Keep squeezing your cunt, bitch. Make me cum!”

“I’ll make you explode!” Candy husked, rolling her hips and clamping down with her cunt. “Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, I’ll drain you dry!”

Our flesh slapped together, my ovaries boiling with passion. I gripped her hips, and pounded her cunt, driving my cock as hard as I could into her depths. I needed to cum! I needed to release that pressure, and spill my girl-cum inside my sweet Candy. My body tensed as my eruption drew closer and closer, and then every nerve in my body exploded, and I flooded my little bitch’s cunt.

“Oh, fuck, I’m cumming again!” Candy cried, her body collapsing onto the iron floor as she quivered; a flood of my cum and hers flowed from her cunt, leaking white onto the black metal. She rolled onto her back and reached up, pulling me down and kissed me on the lips. “Mmmh, that was great,” she purred. “I needed that so bad.”

“So did I,” I sighed, resting my head on her full breasts beneath her tight t-shirt. “I love you,” I whispered sleepily.

I felt her body tense. “Really?” she asked.

I didn’t mean to say it, but I looked her in the eyes, stroked her face. “Yeah, I guess I do. Ever since France.”

She smiled, “I love you, too.”

Our kiss was spectacular, fireworks exploding between our lips, and I let myself get lost in her soft touches. I kissed every inch of her face from her chin up to her brow, getting her cute little nose in the process, then I captured her sweet lips again. So wonderful, so soft. I stroked her pale cheek with my dark finger.

“Umm, Sam,” Candy said, sounding a little embarrassed as she broke our soulful kiss, “my ass is freezing. This floor is kinda cold.”

I laughed and slipped off of her, pulling up my pants after letting my dick shrink back into a little clit. Candy stood up and wiggled her tight pants over her hips. I retrieved the flashlight, and went back to the scroll.

“Why do you follow his orders?” Candy asked suddenly, hugging me from behind.

“Whose orders?” I asked, not really paying attention as I translated the text in my head.

“Mark’s!” There was so much heat in her voice.

“Why wouldn’t I follow his orders, I’m his vizier.”

Candy turned me about. “You could be so much more.” She grasped my hands, pulling them up to her lips and gently kissing them. “Mark would be nothing without you. You could make a deal with Lucifer and take his place. Or you can make one with another demon.”

I frowned at her. “But I don’t want to,” I said.

“Are you sure you’re content with being his errand bitch?”

I swallowed, staring into her eyes. Was I content following his orders, doing all the hard work for him? I felt off-balance, not sure what to say. “Grab the scroll case,” I told her.

“Think about it,” she whispered, stroking my hands. “You could be so amazing. I could be your Mary, standing at your side, guiding you to the greatness due you.”

“Just grab the scroll case,” I told her, my thoughts whirling. Could I betray Mark? Could I have his power? Did I even want his power? Candy dug around in her satchel, and found the scroll case, a tube of plastic, and hurried over.

What should I do?

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Mark – The Mansion

Mary and I waited on the porch as Leah pulled the limo into the unfinished driveway, bringing Alison and Desiree home. Behind them, several SUV’s followed, carrying their men. While we were at the Church this morning presenting our daughter Chase to our followers, Alison and Desiree were leading their troops against the Patriots’ stronghold. Fifteen Patriots dead, and their army of golems destroyed.

I shuddered to think what would have happened if they hadn’t stumbled upon their stronghold.

The limo pulled up, and Leah hopped out, looking quite fetching in her slutty chauffeur’s outfit. Two maids walked up; one opened the limo’s door, bowing, while the other helped a tired looking Desiree out of the vehicle. Our Latina slut was dressed in tan camo pants and a tan tank top. A smile lit up her face when she saw us. Desiree turned and helped Alison out. Her pink hair was dirty. No, her entire body was covered in reddish dust, and there was a bandage on her ass and another wrapped around her ankle. She had to hop about, leaning on Desiree, and, despite the pain, she beamed at us.

“Master, Mistress!” she shouted.

“Oh, my poor, little slut,” Mary cried out, rushing to Alison and hugging her tightly. The teen was engulfed in scarlet light as Mary healed her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” she sighed in relief, “the shrapnel in my ass was killing me.”

“Good thing mi Reina healed your ass, it lost a lot of its beauty with an inch of metal sticking out of it,” Desiree teased.

Alison stuck her tongue out at her wife. “I was going to let you kiss it better, but now I’m not.”

Desiree laughed, and kissed her wife on the lips. “Liar, I bet you just want me to kiss your ass right now.”

Alison giggled, “I do. Always.”

Their soldiers were getting out of their SUV’s, all of them experienced, hard-bitten men from various special forces. They had been hunting down Warlocks across the country for the last six months. The nineteen men—one had fallen today—lined up in formation and saluted me.

“Good job, men,” I congratulated them, saluting back. “You did great work today.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” a Sergeant said, a smile creasing his serious face.

I held out my hand and shook with each of them. “Enjoy yourselves tonight,” I told them. “We have rooms for you in the mansion. Your families are on the way, and feel free to avail yourself of the staff; all of the maids have been instructed to be extra friendly.”

The Sergeant’s eye drifted to one of the maids waiting on the porch. “That sounds great, my Lord.”

I nodded, and walked over to my wife and our two sluts. “Master,” Alison exclaimed, and threw her arms around me and kissed me exuberantly. She was my first slut, the only one that asked to be my slut, and I missed her these last six months. But Desiree needed to hunt down the Warlocks, and Alison needed to help her. I pulled Desiree to me and kissed her on the lips.

“My first two sluts,” I sighed, an arm around each of them. “You two were amazing today. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then you get to spend the night with me and Mary.”

“Korina is going to watch Chase,” Mary smiled. “We’ll have all night to give you your reward.”

Alison giggled wickedly. “Umm, all night. I can think of a few things to do.”

Mary and I laughed, and led our sluts inside. All the other sluts appeared to hug Desiree and Alison, and give them kisses. “We’ve missed you,” Korina gently said, holding Silas in one arm and Chase in the other.

“At least that amazing tongue,” Lillian quipped, then waggled her tongue at Alison between two fingers, mimicking eating out a cunt. Alison pursed her lips, blowing her a kiss. Lillian laughed, then fell silent when her eyes landed on the soldiers entering after us, and they lit up with lust. “Umm, at least you brought a few rugged men to entertain me.”

We led our sluts deeper into the house, to our private suite in the east wing. Two bodyguards were posted at the entrance, and I paused to give them both a kiss and to grope their breasts. Both guards were beaming happily after my affections. In our spacious bathroom, Mary bent down and started the jacuzzi bathtub, warm water quickly filling it up.

“You’ll love it,” Mary purred. “The jets are placed just right.”

Alison gave my wife a wicked grin. “A special order then, Mistress?”

“Absolutely,” Mary giggled. “Now strip, and dump your clothes in the hamper. Lets wash all that dirt off you. You’re quite the mess, Alison.”

“It’s hard to stay clean when a five-hundred-pound clay man is chasing after you,” Alison quipped. “I don’t know how Desiree stayed so pristine.”

“I watched where I was stepping,” Desiree answered. “My clumsy Sirenita couldn’t resist stepping into a rabbit hole and breaking her ankle.”

Alison gave an indignant gasp. “I was hoping it would lead to wonderland so I could escape those monstrosities.”

“And leave me behind,” Desiree pouted.

Alison grabbed her wife’s tank top, and pulled it off to expose her large breasts. She gave them a squeeze, saying, “All you had to do was flash these delicious melons at them, and they would have been your little slaves.”

“Are you saying my breasts have magic powers?”

Alison nuzzled her face into them. “Absolutely. They’ve enchanted me from the beginning.”

“I don’t know,” I said, eyeing my wife as she pulled her dress off, her perky tits coming into view. “I would say Mary’s stacks up nicely.” I copied Alison, and nuzzled my face into my wife’s breasts.

“Mistress has an excellent pair of breasts,” Alison proclaimed, rubbing her cheek on one of Desiree’s nipples.

Mary eyed Alison, then reached out and fingered one of the slut’s pierced nipples that topped her round breasts. “You aren’t half bad.”

“I couldn’t agree more, mi Reina,” Desiree purred. “Especially with her piercings.” Desiree played with the other nipple; Alison had a huge grin on her face.

“The two women I love most are playing with my tits, what could be better?” Alison asked, kissing Mary’s then Desiree’s lips.

“What am I, a third wheel?” I asked.

“Wouldn’t that be a fourth wheel?” Mary asked, nuzzling Alison’s neck.

“Ohh, Master could stick that lovely cock of his into my cunt. That would make this better!” Alison exclaimed.

“After you’re washed,” Mary told her, then slapped her rear. “Get your filthy ass in the jacuzzi!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Alison smiled, then sighed as she sank down into the warm water. Mary hit the jets and Alison’s eyes widened. “Oh, fuck! Desiree, you have got to feel this!”

Mary added some lavender-scented bath oils as Desiree slipped into the tub, and moaned, “Ohh, that’s lovely. The jets are on the seat, shooting right inside me.”

“Mary loves them,” I said. “She spent half her pregnancy in there.”

“That was for my back and ankles,” Mary protested, slipping in. “The jets were just a bonus.”

The warm water felt great as I slid in after my wife, settling down between Desiree and Alison, and not sitting on one of the jets. It just felt weird. Mary laid her head on Desiree’s shoulder, and the slut put her arm around my wife as Alison cuddled up to me. The teen’s hand found my cock beneath the water, slowly jerking me off.

“Thank you,” Mary whispered to Desiree.

“For what, mi Reina?”

“They were going to attack the Church,” Mary answered. “You two may have saved our daughter’s life, and all those other innocent people.”

“We were lucky,” Alison sighed. “If it wasn’t for Sam and her dowsing pendulum…”

Desiree shifted, “How is she?”

“She’s flying back, actually.” I said carefully; Alison stiffened for a moment in my arms, recognizing the significance of that. It wasn’t safe to say any more outside of the Matmown; anyone could be listening—Lucifer, Lilith, some other Power. We only had one hope, and it needed to be carefully protected.

“She has a nice cock,” Alison cooed, nuzzling at my neck.

“As nice as mine?”

“No, Master,” Alison purred, squeezing my dick hard as she stroked me. “No-one’s is.”

My lips found Alison’s, her pierced tongue slipping eagerly into my mouth, exploring me like a curious kitten. My hands found her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Her hand stroked faster on my shaft, the water splashing. But I needed more than her hand; I wanted to be inside her, to know my beautiful slut in the most intimate way possible.

“Ohh, Master,” she groaned as I pulled her onto my lap; her cunt impaled upon my dick.

I leaned back, relaxing against the side of the Jacuzzi, and watched her breasts bob as she slowly rode my cock. Beside me, Mary sat on Desiree’s lap, kissing her furiously as Desiree’s hand played between my wife’s thighs.

“Aren’t they beautiful,” Alison purred in my ear as she slid her greased cunt up and down on my cock, working me like a jackhammer. “My wife is going to make Mistress explode.”

I gave her tit a squeeze, moaning, “You’re going to make me explode!”

“Good,” she said with a satisfied smile. “That’s the point. Explode in me, Master! It’s what my cunt was made for! It’s yours!”

Mary writhed like a flower in the wind as Desiree’s fingers worked inside her. Mary broke the kiss, moaning loudly, “You delicious slut! Make me cum! Oh, fuck!” My wife buried her face into our Latina slut’s neck, and sucked hard, adding a hickey to the one Desiree already had.

“Cum for me!” Desiree hissed. “My beautiful Goddess! ¡Córrete para mi, mi Reina!”

Alison’s hungry mouth found mine, and I explored her mouth, enjoying the hard stud of her piercing rubbing against me. Her hips bucked, her cunt squeezed. I groaned my passion, and exploded into her cunt—my beautiful Alison’s cum-hungry cunt. She gasped, moaning as I fed her my seed, and she shuddered as her ecstasy burst within her.

“Oh, Master,” she sighed, settling her weight on me, and leaning her head against my shoulder.

We watched Desiree finger Mary to a violent cum, my wife shuddering so hard that she slipped off Desiree’s lap and slid into the middle of the jacuzzi. When she broached the surface, she was grinning, the hard tips of her breasts just appearing above the rippling surface; dark red that flashed amid the frothy white.

“You didn’t cum, Desiree,” I said.

She smiled. “Oh, I came! The jets took care of me.”

“Oh, Master, can we get one for our room?” Alison asked me, bouncing on my cock, her cunt squeezing life back into my shaft.

“Sure,” I told her as she writhed her hips.

Desiree pinched Alison’s ass, “Stop hogging his cock. We’re supposed to share everything.”

“Fine,” Alison pouted, pulling her cunt off my cock.

“Sit on the edge of the jacuzzi,” Mary said, “and I’ll clean all that cum out of your pussy.”

Alison practically leapt out of the jacuzzi, spreading her legs and showing off her tight slit that oozed white cum. Mary buried her face in the slut’s snatch, and the teen leaned back, moaning loudly, her breasts heaving, beads of water running across those beautiful orbs. Desiree turned away from me, her beautiful ass in my face for a moment before she sat down on my lap, on my cock, and moaned as she impaled herself upon me.

“Mi Rey,” she sighed happily.

I reached around her and found her heavy breasts; I squeezed them, enjoying their firm plumpness as Desiree slowly pumped her ass on me. I kissed her nut-brown shoulder, pushing her wet hair out of the way. Her cunt squeezed and relaxed on my cock, stoking my fires skillfully as I played with her nipples.

“Let me taste you, Mistress,” Alison begged.

Mary’s face came up sticky, a smile on her lips. “I thought you’d never ask, slut.”

She quickly straddled Alison’s face; the slut’s pink tongue glinted silver as she swiped it through my wife’s cunt. Mary shuddered in delight, then bent down and buried her face into the teen’s snatch, and the two noisily pleasured each other.

I nibbled on Desiree’s ears as she slowly made love to me. She did most of the work by squeezing her cunt on my cock, only sliding her pussy up an inch or two on my shaft. I dipped one of my hands into the water, slid down her flat stomach, and found her hard clit. Her cunt squeezed harder on my dick as I fingered her little nub, her breath quickening.

“Umm, that’s wonderful, mi Rey,” she sighed. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, slut,” I whispered into her ear. “You and your delightful wife.”

Mary raised her face from Alison’s cunt. “What about me?”

“I love you, too, Mare,” I answered. “My naughty filly.”

“I know you love me, Mark,” Mary sighed in exasperation, rolling her eyes. “I was talking to Desiree.”

“Of course I love mi Reina,” Desiree answered. “How could I not love you?”

Mary buried her face back into Alison’s cunt, and the slut’s hands gripped my wife’s plump ass, digging into her cheeks as she shuddered in pleasure beneath my wife’s assault. A muffled moan escaped the slut’s lips as she munched on my wife’s muff. It was so hot; I loved watching two women sixty-nining.

“Here it comes, Desiree,” I groaned, and then I shot my load into Desiree’s cunt.

“Ohh, that felt like a big one mi Rey,” she purred, her cunt still squeezing my cock as my finger diddled her clit.

I rubbed her clit faster and harder, feeling the slut’s cunt squeeze tight on my cock as she fidgeted. Her breathing grew faster, her moans rising in pitch, then she bent over as the pleasure spasmed through her body, and screamed wordlessly.

We watched our wives pleasure each other, driving each other to cum over and over, while Desiree rode my cock one more time, and we shared another cum. Mary and Alison were lost to their pleasures, and rolled about on the tiled floor, clutching each other, until they collapsed in a tangle of quivering limbs. After a minute of heavy breathing, they slipped back into the tub. Mary cuddled against me, and Alison against Desiree. I kissed my wife, and enjoyed the taste of Alison’s honey on her lips.

We relaxed in the jacuzzi for another half hour; some maids brought champagne for the sluts and me, and an iced tea for Mary—she was nursing, and the alcohol would get into her breast milk. We enjoyed our cold, refreshing drinks and hot, relaxing water. The maids who served our drinks disrobed: a curvy brunette named Abigail, a sultry Hindu woman named Karishma, a MILF with green eyes named Pearl, and a petite Japanese girl named Tomoyo, and they began to bathe us. Alison enjoyed Abigail’s soapy, pillowy tits massaging her back, while Mary laid down on the tiles and let Tomoyo writhe her entire soapy body atop her. I found the way Desiree’s nut-brown skin and Karishma’s red-brown skin rubbing together, covered in frothy soap, was hypnotic as Pearl washed my cock with her soapy breasts.

“Master, you sure know how to live,” Alison purred after we all had been washed.

“I’m honored you enjoyed it,” Abigail smiled to Alison as she rubbed a terry-cloth towel across the slut’s body. “You tasted heavenly.”

Pearl was drying me off, my cum still staining her big tits. Mary was already slipping into the bedroom, trailed by Desiree. Alison pulled away before Abigail could quite finish drying her, eager for some more fun, a broad smile on her lips. I was glad both my sluts were enjoying themselves; they had been so dour the last few times we had actually seen them. They had earned some happiness.

“You did great, sluts,” I praised the maids, and they all curtsied, despite being nude; they all looked both simultaneously erotic and comical as they held up imaginary skirts. “We’ll want dinner in an hour.”

“Of course, Master,” Pearl murmured. She was the chief maid, and barked orders at the other three. The maids scurried off, Abigail and Tomoyo holding hands.

Mary was reclined on our bed, massaging her breasts. “Are you okay, mi Reina?”

“Just filling up,” my wife answered. “I need to relieve the pressure. Any volunteers?” Mary’s smile was arched and naughty; Alison practically threw herself on the bed, grabbed a nipple with her mouth, and nursed.

Desiree stretched out on the other side, teased Mary’s dusky-red nipple, and a droplet of white milk appeared. Desiree’s tongue gently lapped up the drop. She cooed in pleasure, “It’s so sweet.”

“There’s plenty more,” Mary said, stroking her damp hair.

“Ohmygod!” Alison squealed, sounding like the teenager she is. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, it’s delicious, Mistress!” Then she buried her mouth back into Mary’s tit, and I could hear her sucking hungrily as I watched.

Desiree latched onto the other nipple, sucking gracefully as her wife pigged out on the other tit. Alison’s shapely ass wiggled about as she sucked noisily at my wife’s breast, her brown asshole winking at me between her pale cheeks. It beckoned to me.

I answered its call, kneeling behind Alison. My hands rubbed through her pussy, coating my fingers with her sticky honey, and smeared them on my cock. I gathered more juices, and shoved them into her tight ass. Alison glanced back at me, and smiled with milky lips, before diving back into her feast.

“Fuck the slut’s ass,” Mary cooed.

I slid home into Alison’s tight ass; the little slut writhed her hips, and squeezed down on my cock. I started to pump slowly, reveling in the feel of her hot depths, my balls gently slapping against her taint.

Mary emerald eyes flashed at me as pleasure radiated through her body, shifting about as if she lay on hot coals, unable to stay still for long. “Oh, God!” she gasped. “My pussy is so wet! I need something! Touch me, lick me, anything! I’m on fire!”

Desiree smiled, whispered, “I haven’t tasted mi Reina’s beautiful pussy tonight.”

“Do it!” Mary hissed. “Eat me out!”

Desiree kissed down my wife’s lush body, licking her belly button, before she reached the fiery heart Mary styled her pubic hair into. Desiree descended lower, finding Mary’s pink flower, and drank deeply from her nectar. The effect on my wife was electric: her back arched, and she moaned her orgasm loudly. Our slut drank her pussy juices as eagerly as she had drunk her breast milk.

Alison’s ass was tight and hot as I reamed her, my eyes going back and forth from the teen’s lips eagerly nursing at my wife’s breast, to my other slut eagerly nursing at Mary’s cunt. Then Desiree latched onto my wife’s little clit, and sucked hard. My wife shook as a second orgasm crashed through her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Mary gasped. “You filthy sluts! I love you both!”

I picked up the speed, pounding Alison’s ass harder, my eyes feasting on the tableau laid out before me. Alison moaned about Mary’s nipple, slamming her ass against my thrusts. Mary’s hand reached out, and her fingers brushed my balls as she searched for Alison’s cunt. When she thrust them in, the teen tightened her ass on my dick, and I could feel my wife’s questing fingers as she explored the slut’s tunnel.

Mary’s fingers found the right spot; Alison exploded like a firework, her ass clenching down so tight it became hard to thrust my cock inside her. The pleasure she gave me was intense, stoking the fire in my balls as I reamed her vice-like ass. I slammed two more times into her, then groaned as I spilled my cum inside her bowels.

I slapped Alison’s ass, saying, “Good fuck.”

“Thank you, Master,” she sighed.

I crawled to the other side of Mary, and snuggled up against my wife. She was shuddering in pleasure, Desiree’s tongue sending her into orgasm after orgasm. I kissed her lips, then bent down and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I loved her milk, so warm and sweet as it filled my mouth. Mary’s hand wrapped around my head, stroking my face as she moaned in delight.

“I love you, Mark,” she whispered as I nursed, her hands stroking my face.

I stopped nursing, and gave my wife a milk-filled kiss. “Love you,” I whispered, then went back to enjoying her breasts.

When dinner came, Mary’s breasts had been drained by the three of us, and the two sluts were licking my cock clean of Alison’s ass while Mary cuddled up beside me, happily exhausted from her multiple orgasms.

“Thank you, Master,” Alison smiled, my cum dripping from her face. “This has been the best night we’ve had in forever.”

Desiree nodded happily. “It’s always good to spend time with your family.”

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Wednesday, July 16th, 2014 – Fiona Cavanagh – The Ruins of Babylon, Hillah, Iraq

We watched Abby as she examined the ruins, crumbling white walls jutting out of the yellow-white sand. It was night, the air cool after the blistering heat of the day. Cars passed on the nearby highway and, off in the distance, sirens could be heard. Probably another suicide bombing. The Muslims were always clashing with the Miraclists in the Middle East. Men fighting over their stupid differences, while women were caught in-between.

Abby sniffed at the air, moving with a sinuous grace. She was a Dabbat, a serpent-like daughter of Lilith with affinity for the earth. She could move rocks with her mind, using them as weapons, or burrow her body quickly through dirt and stone. She was brown-skinned, her eyes yellow and slitted like a serpent’s, and there was absolutely no hair on the woman—not on her head and none between her legs. It lent her an exotic appeal, sparking arousal in me as she gracefully moved across the earth.

“This is the place,” she hissed, her voice sibilant, then she dived into the sand and smoothly disappeared in a cloud of brown dust. This was the seventh ruin in the Middle East we’ve been to over the last six months. Whatever it was that we searched for, Lilith had only confided in Abby.

“Come wait in the tent,” Thamina called.

I glanced back and saw my wife peering out of the small pup tent she had erected, her naked breasts shining in the moonlight. I smiled and quickly moved to the tent—Abby did say it would take a while. And what better way to pass the time?

Thamina attacked me when I entered the tent, her mouth hot as she pulled me to the sleeping bag, the air mattress crinkling beneath us. “Hmm, someone’s horny, eh, Mina?”

“Get that shirt off, husband,” my wife husked.

She insisted on calling me husband, even though I was a woman. Well, mostly a woman; I could transform my clit into a cock, and that made me the man in our marriage as far as Thamina was concerned. She still clung to the prejudices of her Muslim upbringing; to her, it wasn’t quite homosexuality if she pretended I was the ‘man’.

Thamina attacked my breasts the moment my shirt was off, sucking my hard nipples into her lips, forcing me to lie down on a rolled out sleeping bag. The moonlight glowed weakly through the fabric, and I noticed dark symbols drawn on the inside. Why would Thamina ward our tent? My question was lost as her teeth nibbled lightly on my breast; I moaned loudly.

Thamina suddenly released my breast, spun about and straddled my face, her furry cunt descending to my lips, and my tongue eagerly found her slit. She tasted tangy and sweet, a delicious combination; I explored her flower, probing my tongue into every delicate, pink fold. Her black down tickled my lips; Mark made us shave our cunts, but we let them grow out. Men lust after youth, and delight in a smooth pussy. But we were women, and we enjoyed each other’s natural beauty.

“My beautiful husband,” Thamina purred as she shoved my pants roughly down my legs and buried her face in my red-furred snatch.

I moaned into her pussy as she started licking mine. Sometimes Thamina wanted my cock, and other nights she wanted to love me when I was all woman. I didn’t care; so long as she loved me I was happy with her choice. Her tongue pushed into my hole, fucking me as her chin bumped my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Goddess, I was going to cum fast the way the vixen was working my pussy.

Well, two could play that game.

My mouth found her clit, sucking her little bud into my lips as my nose buried into her slit, every breath filled with her enchanting aroma. Thamina moaned in pleasure into my pussy, and then I was flooded with her juices, thick and sticky, as they covered my face. I drank them down, savoring her flavor. She slipped a finger inside me, wiggling it about my tight tunnel. I exploded. I bucked beneath my wife, screaming my pleasure into the night air.

When I opened my eyes, coming off my wonderful orgasm, I realized my wife had flipped around, her lips at my ears. “We need to talk quietly,” she whispered.

I tensed. “About what?”

“Do you think we made the right decision?”

“What, to come out to the ruins of Baghdad and find the dagger for Lilith?” I asked, foreboding filling my heart and causing it to beat faster.

“No, serving Lilith.”

“What choice did we have?” I asked her. “She’s protecting us from Mark.”

“Maybe,” Thamina said. “But, what about what she’s done? My daughter helped to kill billions.”

“Men,” I said dismissively, then I saw the hurt in Thamina’s eyes, the guilt.

“Humans, like us,” Thamina countered. How had I never seen the wounds in her soul?

I frowned. “I thought you hated men. That’s why you volunteered to lead the searches.” Many women in Seattle foolishly tried to hide their men, whether they were their husbands, sons, brothers, fathers, or even complete strangers. Thamina lead the search, trying to uncover the women who hid the vermin and smuggled them out of the city.

“You ever wonder why I don’t find that many men?” she asked.

I didn’t want to know the answer.

“I help them to escape. Only a few get captured, sacrifices to keep Lilith placated.” She kissed my fingers. “I just couldn’t sit by and do nothing. It’s the right thing to do.”

“I guess,” I frowned. It was easy to think of men as nothing but animals, creatures not worthy of compassion or mercy.

“I think we chose the wrong side, Fiona.”

“And Mark’s the right side? He made us his slaves?” I demanded, my voice rising in anger.

“Shush, Abby may be listening,” Thamina cautioned. “And Mark never killed anyone.”

“He killed plenty when he attacked us last November.”

“We attacked him first. Lilith sent her Dimme to kill him, and Luka to kill his Vizier. Lilith started this war and…” She took a breath. “And she can’t possibly win. Half the world follows them! He has the US Military under his control!” Whatever levy holding back her doubts had broken, and her words spilled out like a hissing flood. “And not to mention the European Militaries! We’re outnumbered and outmatched. He has nukes, cruise missiles, predator drones, and who knows what else! She’s deluded herself into thinking she can win!”

“You want us to side with Mark, is that it?” I couldn’t hide the disgust in my voice.

“No, I want us to survive.” She wrapped her arms tight about me. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” I told her. “ I can understand helping the men to escape, but we can’t betray our Goddess.”

“I’ll follow you, husband, if you want to stay. But please think about it. Are you really okay with what Lilith is doing?”

Was I okay with it? I thought I was, but I could see the guilt in Thamina’s eyes. Had she been hiding this from me this entire time? Hurt filled me; my wife didn’t share her feelings with me. I looked up at the tent ceiling, my mind whirling, and I saw her symbols. She had warded the tent, she’s afraid of being overheard, of Lilith finding out about her doubts. I hugged my wife tight.

I shivered. What would Lilith do if she found out?

Kill us both.

Fear gripped my heart; what the hell had we gotten ourselves into?

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Thursday, July 17th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – The Mansion

“It’s aney, Alison,” Sam said, making a guttural A sound. “It’s a glottal stop, like the pause between ‘oh-oh’. Aney laged helel ben shakar ’em penyenh zeh. Kevhev yheyh mevgebl.” Sam made the Hebrew sound so easy.

“Why can’t we just use English,” Alison complained. “Summoning rituals work in English.”

“Lucifer will be hard enough to trap; it has to be in Hebrew,” Sam admonished. “And it has to be perfectly. If any of you do not pronounce it exactly right, the spell will not be strong enough to bind him and it’ll backfire, destroying the diamond.”

We were practicing the trap to bind Lucifer, and a great deal of progress had been made in the two months since Sam returned. All the pieces were ready: a golden rod topped with a diamond the size of my fist and carved with Hebrew words, and five brass rods tipped with smaller diamonds, and also carved with Hebrew. Mary would be the focus, holding the gold rod, and five others would wield the brass rods, stand in a circle about Lucifer and Mary, and chant Sam’s phrase. My job would be to fight Lucifer, and keep him contained in the circle long enough for the ritual to be cast. Then he would be trapped in the diamond atop the gold staff.

The five who would wield the brass rods were: Sam, Candy, Alison, Desiree, and Jessica. Sam and Candy were the best at Hebrew—Candy had spent the last year learning it from Sam—and Alison and Desiree had the most experience in combat. Out of the rest of the sluts, Jessica was the most unflappable. Xiu, Korina, Lillian, Violet, April, and Willow were also learning the ritual. They would be backups if anything should happen to one of the primaries. I had learned in the last year that things happened in combat—people would get hurt or could die.

We had to be ready to perform the ritual if it was ever necessary to take out Lilith. In a perfect world, she would be content with Seattle, and Lucifer would never be unleashed—but this wasn’t a perfect world. It was far from it. Killing Lilith would only be an absolute last resort. If it came to conflict between us again—and it would, I could feel it in my gut—we aimed to capture her. So once a week, we would meet in the Matmown until all the sluts could say the phrase flawlessly. They were getting better.

“Again,” Sam said, walking around the Matmown in the basement of our mansion, listening to Mary and each of the sluts as they struggled to say the Hebrew words. Hebrew had a number of sounds that were not found in English, and were hard to learn properly. Particularly the letter aleph, the glottal stop that sounded like a cut off A.

Sam was a patient teacher, a smile on her round face as she corrected Mary and the sluts’ pronunciation. She encouraged everyone, and even had me practicing. After an hour, Sam was satisfied with the progress. “If you have free time, come into the Matmown to practice,” Sam said. “Especially you, Lillian.”

“Maybe I need some one-on-one time,” Lillian husked. “You could show me just how to use my mouth.”

“I can think of a few ways to use your mouth,” Candy giggled, then slapped Lillian on the ass.

Mary kissed me on the lips. “I have to go do the Portuguese broadcast, then I have my spa appointment. I want to be perfect for our anniversary.”

“How could you not be perfect?” I asked her.

She kissed me a second time. “Thanks, hun.”

We were going to Hawaii for our one year anniversary. Sometimes it seemed like a lifetime had passed since our wedding. Mary had a surprise planned for me, and had been making a few trips over there the last month to get things ready. After the honeymoon, my friend Chris was getting married, and then we would be off to the Middle East. It was time to stop the fighting. Too many people were dieing for us over there. We owed it to them to intercede.

I opened the iron door, hinges squealing in protest. Abigail, a curvy maid, waited outside, holding little Chase. I scooped my daughter up in my arms, and smiled as she reached out with her tiny hands and grasped my finger. She was so beautiful. Mary gave our daughter a kiss on the forehead, before sweeping off.

“Master,” Violet, my secretary, said, “The President is waiting in your office, he wants to talk about the Sapphicits in Idaho.”

I looked at my daughter, cooing, “Do you want to come watch Daddy work?”

Chase gurgled.

“Alright, let’s go.”

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Lilith – City Hall, Seattle

There was a knock at my door.

I sat in my office at City Hall. It was the former Mayor’s office, and I had removed every trace of that filthy man’s presence from it, replacing it with the ornamentation befitting my station: a rich, mahogany desk carved with depictions of my Godesshood; a plush, leather seat; lush ferns in potted plants flanked the windows; precious urns looted from the Seattle Art Museum; along with numerous paintings, and a gorgeous, Persian rug that lay before my desk. Riches that would have made any King of Babylon or Egypt weep.

“Come in,” I purred.

Lana entered, full breasted, with wide hips. The blonde woman was gorgeous, for a human, and motherhood had only ripened her beauty. She was the first woman to bear another woman’s child. She and Chantelle had named the daughter Lily, and their little baby was proof that my vision of a world without men was viable.

“My majestic Goddess,” she purred, and prostrated herself before my desk. She was growing better at this.

“Rise, my priestess,” I murmured.

A smile filled her round face. “Fiona and Thamina have returned, and Abby has asked to see you.”

“Send her in,” I ordered, excitement fluttering in my chest. This would be the seventh ruin searched, but the first time Abby had asked to see me. “And your wife if she waits outside.”

“She’s with Lily,” Lana replied. “Our daughter has a touch of colic.”

“Very well.”

Lana disappeared for a moment, then returned with Abby. The Dabbat walked with a sinuous grace, a white bundle in her hand. My heart quickened. They found it so fast? I expected the search to drag on for months yet. So much of the Ancient world was lost, so much destroyed and buried. Abby knelt, holding her bundle up before me in supplication. I motioned my hand. Lana took the bundle, and walked over to me, bowing her head as she handed it over.

My hand shaking, I pulled apart the white cloth that bound the dagger. The blade was ugly, roughly made from cold iron. It was one of three Mispach, the bloody daggers forged by the first murderer, Cain, from a star that fell in the lands of Nod.

“I am well pleased with you, daughter,” I smiled at Abby, gazing down at her naked, brown body. She was sinuous and beautiful, entirely hairless. Her slitted eyes stared at me with hope. I reached out, stroked her smooth cheek. She shuddered, hissing her pleasure as she climaxed. “You have earned your reward.”

With a thought, my clothes vanished into red smoke, and I summoned my cock. Abby’s long, thin tongue flickered out at the sight. I pushed her across my desk, her round ass staring at me. Her cunt was dripping wet, filling the air with an earthy musk. I speared her; she came, her cunt writhing around my shaft.

I glanced at Lana, my ass pumping away. “Go find Haja and bring her to me.”

“At once.” Lana bowed and left.

I plowed into my daughter’s tight sheath. She hissed as her body writhed. Her back arched in ways that would break a human’s back, lithe and sinuous. She kept cumming, overwhelmed by my Lust. I drank in her passion. It felt as delightful as her cunt spasming upon my cock.

“Yes, yes!” she hissed. “I’m your whore, mother!”

“You are!” I groaned. “My wonderful, delightful whore!”

I increased the Lust flowing into her. She screamed, her back twisting around. I grabbed a small tit, pinching her dark nipple between my finger. I kept pounding her snatch. She never stopped cumming. My orgasm built quickly; Haja would be here soon, and I allowed myself to flood her cunt with my black seed.

“Thank you, thank you!” hissed Abby, my cum leaking out of her pussy as she collapsed to the floor. “I love you, Mother!” Her long tongue licked at my feet; I savored the wet, wonderful sensation.

“I love you, too, daughter,” I lied; my daughters were merely tools to increase my power, and no matter how useful you found your tools, you didn’t love them. “You are dismissed, Abby.”

My daughter stood, bowed, and stumbled out of the room past Lana. I hadn’t noticed my priestess return. Her eyes glanced down to my still hard cock drenched in Abby’s juices, lust shining in those blue depths.

“Haja is on her way, my Goddess,” Lana bowed. Her eyes flickered to the dagger sitting on my desk, full of apprehension. “What is that?”

I picked up the dagger, and answered her question: “Mark Glassner’s death.”

I nicked my finger with the blade. A single, dark bead of blood welled from the cut and landed upon the black metal. For a moment the dagger burned red, drinking in my blood, and binding itself to my life. I could feel the cursed thing like an ugly, throbbing wound upon my forehead.

“A single cut from this blade will kill any man or woman in minutes,” I explained. “Nothing can heal its wounds once it has been bound.”

“Nothing?” Lana asked. “Not even the Tsariy ritual?”

“Not even that,” I answered, then hesitated. “Well, no, my life is bound into the blade, and only my life’s blood could heal the wounded.”

“I see,” Lana replied carefully. “Isn’t that taking a risk? Shouldn’t I be bound to it? Or one of your daughters?”

I smiled at her. “No, it’s more satisfying this way.”

I stared at the blade. In November, Mark would stand before me, and I would get to watch him die, writhing in pain, helpless like the worm he is. It would be so satisfying knowing that I was his only salvation, that if he wasn’t writhing in pain, all he had to do to survive was kill me. And then the world would be mine; I would cleanse it of every single, last man—purged as clean of the vermin as Seattle.

There was a knock; Haja entered, thin and pale, as if she had no color—except her eyes, they were an ever-shifting rainbow. She was an Aja, capable of manipulating light, and could bend it about her and hide in the distortion, or she could focus the light to a bright beam that would slice through almost anything. Chantelle called her power a ‘laser’—one of the many filthy things invented by men in this time.

I carefully wrapped the dagger, and handed it to Haja. “Take this to Ziki,” I commanded. “Do not cut yourself with the blade.”

“Yes, Mother,” Haja answered, her voice little more than a whisper.

“And do not be seen! I will be most displeased!”

“I won’t, Mother!” She trembled in fear before me.

“Good, go,” I smiled.

As Aja left my office, I saw Crystal waiting outside. The next group of women I needed to impregnate must be ready. Every woman in Seattle had to submit to my affections and bear me a daughter. When November came, and Mark Glassner lay dead at my feet, my army would be as numerous as the stars in the sky and would swarm across the world.

To be continued…

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