The Devil's Pact

Cast of Characters

Warlocks

Mark Glassner -- Mary Sullivan

Sex Slaves "The Sluts"

Alison -- Desiree Fitzsimmons -- Xiu -- Korina-- Violet -- Lillian -- Chastity (deceased) -- Karen (Sister Louise Afra) -- Jessica St. Pierre -- April

Servants

Samnag "Sam" (Holy Vizier) -- Dr. Willow WolfTail -- 51 (Chief Bodyguard) -- Rachel -- Leah (Chauffeur) -- Jacob -- -- Monique -- Lize -- Lynda (Pilot) -- Joslyn (Pilot)

The Living Church

Daisy & Rose Cunningham (High Priestesses)

Demons

Lucifer -- Lilith -- Marduk

The Cult of Lilith

Lana -- Chantelle -- Babylon -- Crystal -- Starlight -- Nurse Thamina -- Fiona -- Tir (monster) -- Lamia (Monster) -- Cora (monster) -- Ziki (monster)

Sisters of Mary Magdalene

Mother Superior Maryām -- Archangel Gabriel -- Dominion Ramiel (Angel) -- Doug Allard -- Tina Allard

Brandon Fitzsimmons's Followers

Ashley -- Victorie -- Terri -- Sherri -- Lieutenant-General Arthur Brooks

Other

Antsy (Mark's Sister) -- Alice -- Sandy (Mark's Mother) -- Sean (Mary's Father) -- Tiffany (Mary's Mother, Sister Theodora Mariam) -- Shannon (Mary's Older Sister) -- Missy (Mary's Younger Sister) -- George (Shannon's Fiance)-- Damien (Missy's Boyfriend) -- Avialle (Antsy's Girlfriend) -- Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI (Former Slut) -- Craig Erikson (Mayor of Seattle)

Chapter One

The day dawned beautifully. And none knew of the great evil about to descend upon the world and challenge the love of our Living Gods.

--The Gospel of April 34:01

Friday, September 27th, 2013 - Samnag "Sam" Soun

"Mmm, ram that dick into her pussy," Candy moaned, spreading apart the pussy lips of the eighteen-year-old Daffodil Evans, one of Mark and Mary's followers from the Living Church. Candy had brought her home after the worship orgy this evening. "Just thrust into her juicy pussy. Mark's fucked her cunt."

"Just my tits," Daffodil moaned. "During the locker room orgy at the end of school in June."

"Just fuck her," Candy moaned, my lover staring at me with naughty eyes. She was a wicked, wild girl, her hair dyed half bubblegum pink and half cotton candy blue. It made her look so delicious and sexy. "Ram that dick in her and breed her."

"Breed her?" I groaned, my dick throbbing at the idea. It was so hot and naughty. I fucked her faster. "Yes!"

"Breed me?" gasped Daffodil, her big tits jiggling. "What?"

I rammed my girl-dick into her pussy. My petite body shivered. I groaned, savoring every inch of her flesh wrapped about my clit-turned-cock. I loved being futanari, a term I stole from Japanese porn. Thanks to the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, a book I translated for Mark and Mary, I learned lots of spells.

Including one that let my clit turn into a fully functional dick.

There was nothing hotter than sliding my dick into a woman's pussy, to feel her silky, wet flesh engulfing my dick. My cunt clenched as I drove into the depths of Daffodil's hot snatch, my back arching.

"Oh, god, I didn't know the Holy Vizier wanted to breed me," Daffodil moaned, biting her lip.

"I want her to breed you," Candy moaned. She was my girlfriend, my lover. We had fallen hard for each other the night I had created my cock. She was the first pussy I ever fucked. "Oh, yes, fuck her, Sam."

I slid my olive-brown hands up Daffodil's pale flesh to her big breasts, squeezing them. My fingers sank into her depths as I rammed my futa-cock in and out of her pussy. The bed creaked, the slut's moans echoing through the room.

Candy mounted Daffodil's face, grinding on her mouth. My lover shuddered as Daffodil devoured her pussy. I grinned at Candy, watching her round tits jiggle as she ground and writhed on the girl's hungry mouth.

I thrust faster, Daffodil's pussy clenching harder and harder on my dick. Could I breed her? The Magicks implied my dick was fully functional. One day, I wanted to impregnate Candy, to have a daughter with her.

But I never thought about with others.

As much as I hated being Mark and Mary's Vizier, something I jokingly declared myself when they first freed me from being their sex slave, the idea that there were women eager to have sex with me--to let me breed them--made me tremble. Made my clit-dick ache in Daffodil's cunt.

"Damn," I groaned, thrusting harder and harder. Mark and Mary would change the world with their mind control powers, and I would have a seat at the table. Their chief advisor. My hips thrust so hard. "Yes, yes, take my cock, slut."

"She loves it, Sam," Candy moaned. "Oh, god, you know how to lick pussy, slut."

"Lots of practice over the summer," Daffodil moaned. "I was in the locker room orgy. All us girls would get together to eat each other's pussies after that. Addison arranged it."

I had no idea who Addison was. I didn't care. I just rammed my dick harder and harder into Daffodil's pussy. My entire body shuddered as I leaned forward, pushing my face into Candy's round, pale breasts. She hugged me to her tits, her fingers stroking my short, black hair. My pussy clenched with each stroke, the pleasure racing up and down my cock. It shuddered through me as I moaned into Candy's cleavage.

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck her," she moaned. "Breed her. She'll be so sexy when she's pregnant. Her belly round. Her tits swollen with her milk."

My hands squeezed Daffodil's tits as I sucked on Candy's hard nipple. Pregnant...

Why was that important?

It buzzed in the back of my mind as my hips thrust. My cock slid in and out of the slut's hot, wet snatch. It caressed me, clenched about me. Such hot heat wrapped about me. Daffodil moaned, humping against me as she devoured Candy's pussy. She licked so noisily, loving the taste.

"Yes, yes, yes," Candy moaned. "Fuck her. Breed her while she eats my pussy. She's so hot for it. She wants to bear the Holy Vizier's child. To be knocked up by a girl with a dick!"

"Yes," Daffodil moaned, her hips writhing. "Breed me. Knock me up! Make me pregnant with your child."

"Pregnant," I mumbled about Candy's nipple. That was... "Holy shit!" My head snapped up. My pussy clenched. I was so close to cumming even as I realized something about the

Siyach

spell I was researching.

"What?" moaned Candy.

"That's it! Pregnancy! That's what the Aramaic meant!" I panted. Despite the excitement of my discovery, my cock ached too much to stop now. "Oh, yes, pregnancy!"

"Oh, you are getting into it," moaned Candy. "Knock her up. Breed her! Plant your baby in her stomach." Candy's hands reached down, rubbing Daffodil's flat stomach. "Imagine her so round with your child. Oh, yes, Sam!"

My lover's face contorted in orgasm. She squired, juices splashing about Daffodil's face. The slut drank them down, her pussy clenching hard on my thrusting dick. Pleasure shivered down my shaft to my pussy. My eyes rolled back into my head.

"Yes, yes, yes! Pregnancy!" I moaned, slamming my dick into her depths.

"Cum in her! Breed her!" howled Candy, wracked in the throes of ecstasy.

"Breed me!" Daffodil moaned, humping harder. "Breed me! Breed me!"

I slammed into her. My pussy spasmed. My cock erupted. My orgasm slammed through me.

My girl-cum spurted into Daffodil's fertile depths. I kissed Candy hard, thrusting my tongue into my girlfriend's mouth as I bred the slut. I pumped load after load of fecund seed into her pussy. I shuddered with each one, stars dancing before my eyes.

"You're breeding me!" howled Daffodil, her pussy spasming. She came hard on my dick, her pussy milking out my seed.

Eager to be bred.

"Oh, damn," I panted, breaking the kiss, trembling as Daffodil writhed about my cock. "I have to speak to Mark and Mary. That's it. That's what the

Siyach

spell needs. What the book meant. A pregnant medium!"

"Oh, yes," Candy gasped. "Oh, you're so smart, Sam."

"Mmm, and if you weren't a kinky slut who wanted me to breed barely legal pussy, I wouldn't have."

Candy beamed. "I knew my kinkiness would pay off one day."

I cupped her flushed face. "Mmm, love you."

We kissed again as the final ripples of bliss shot out of me. I loved having new breakthrough, discovering new spells and new ways to use magic. I was so glad Mark and Mary found me working in the basement of the Institute of Ancient History back at NYU. My life would have been so boring otherwise.

It was worth it being their sex slave for awhile.

* * *

Mark Glassner

I reclined in the chair before my desk. It was a lazy, Friday afternoon, and I savored relaxing in the office I shared with my wife. The last week had been busy getting ready for the gun-buyback program in Tacoma tomorrow morning. I split a desk with Violet while Mary and Lillian shared another. Lillian sat at the other desk working on the website for my campaign. The slut was naked, and I admired the profile of her breast. Lillian was our webmaster--she had been going to school for an IT degree when I claimed her--and did the coding for the site. Mary, who was quite the artist, did the graphic designs.

One of her paintings, Mount Rainier at sunrise, hung over my desk.

My wife happily painted away, wearing one of my buttoned-down shirts, and nothing else. Her long, beautiful legs appeared beneath the hem of the shirt, and her plump ass rippled beneath the fabric as she shifted her hips. I split my attention from Lillian's gorgeous tit to my wife's delicious rear.

What a great way to spend the afternoon. No cares. No problems. Tomorrow would be a busy day, so I was glad to relax. Campaigning, even with mind control powers, was exhausting.

The door burst open. Sam stepped in, her clothing disarrayed, her doll-like face flushed. She was Southeast Asian, petite and willow thin. But she was also sexy. Triumph filled her face. "Sir, I think I've finally figured out how this communication spell works."

"Excellent," I said. She was smart, figuring out so many new spells and creative ways to utilize them. Her most useful discovery were the amulets that could deflect bullets. They were worn by everyone from our family to our sluts to the bodyguards. And they weren't the only enchanted items or spells Sam had created, such as these incense sticks that when burned make people very biddable.

Willow used them to molest pretty girls that came to our charity clinic, searching for girls to serve us once our mansion was constructed.

"Really, how?" Mary asked, not turning away from her painting.

"The focus needs to be a pregnant woman," Sam answered. "That's who needs to be the medium between the two of you."

"You said it had to be a mother," I said. "So we used my mom. But that didn't work."

"Yes, because she wasn't pregnant," Sam nodded. "That's the key. There was this tricky word that--"

I waved her off before she could wander off into one of her explanations about Aramaic. "So, we just need a pregnant woman?"

"We could try my mom," Mary suggested. It was so casual, so offhand. Tiffany and Mary found out they were pregnant within days of each other, and both women had been ecstatic. "It won't hurt the child, right?"

Sam shook her head. "No, the spell just requires the focus's subject to already be intimately attached to someone. And there is no more intimate bond than a child growing inside a mother's womb."

"We could use Korina," I suggested, my stomach twisting. I did not want to fuck Mary's mom. We had three pregnant sluts at our disposal. "Or even Violet or April."

Mary shook her head. "It's time you bedded my mom, Mark. You've forgiven her for Chasity's and the bodyguards' deaths, so now it's time to accept her as your family."

Anger surged through me. I opened my mouth to argue, but Mary looked over her shoulder at me, a stubborn cast to her face, her green eyes. I sighed. It wasn't worth fighting over. "Okay, okay, you win, Mare, I'll fuck your mom."

"I always do win." Her lips spread into an impish grin.

"Do you?" I asked her. I stood up and leered at her. "Maybe I should put that to the test?"

She gave a mock shriek of fear as I advanced on her. "No," she gasped. "He's after me! The dreaded terrorist, Mark Glassner!"

Everyone used to think I was a terrorist because of my powers and the orgy I caused at the Buy Best. Now they thought I was a god.

Giving an evil grin, I lunged for her. But she twisted out of the way and fled the office with a laugh. Her auburn hair flowed behind her and vanished out the door. I turned and chased after her, a smile on my lips.

I caught a glimpse of her hair disappearing into the living room. So I went the other way down the hallway and dashed into the kitchen. Desiree was cooking dinner, wearing a sexy maid's outfit, while Alison perched naked on the counter "helping" her wife.

"Mi Rey?"

Desiree questioned as I pushed past her.

"Chasing Mare," I grinned while Alison laughed.

I burst into the dining room in time to see Mary's laughing face. She slid to a halt, the hem of the dress shirt swirling about her lush thighs. Her eyes widened as she realized I had cut her off. She turned to race back to the living room, but I caught her arm. Thanks to my new strength, I had no trouble twisting and pinning her against the wall. Gently. I didn't want to hurt her or our baby.

"Gotcha," I grinned as I stroked her face. Her emerald eyes that flashed with desire. "I guess I do win sometimes."

"Mmm, I guess so," she purred, her hands rubbing at my chest. "I'm your helpless prisoner!" Her voice was thick with overacting. "Please, be gentle, you vile villain."

I laughed at how corny she sounded. "Vile Villain?"

"Yes, the dastardly Mark the Terrorist, who makes every woman swoon with his manliness." Her hand stroked down to my jeans, rubbing at my crotch. "Mmm, his hard, throbbing manliness."

"Oh, I am going to enjoy making you swoon," I groaned and kissed her hard.

My wife moaned into the kiss, her body undulating against me. My dick throbbed as her hand, rubbing at my bulge, slid higher to my belt. Her fingers worked, undoing it. My belt rasped and then it dangled loose and her hands moved to my fastener. In moments, my fly was open and her hand darted into my boxers.

I groaned, kissing her harder as she stroked my hard cock. Her thumb rubbed the crown, smearing precum across my flesh. I groaned into the kiss, shivering as the pleasure raced through me. My tongue thrust deeper into her mouth as she pulled my cock out.

I ached.

My hands slid down, squeezing her plump ass. I pulled up the shirt, enjoying the naked feel of her butt-cheeks. She wiggled more, rubbing my cock against the front of the dress shirt. Groaning, my hands squeezed her ass, and I picked her up. Her lithe legs wrapped around my waist. Her green eyes stared into mine as she broke the kiss.

"I'm ready to give you your reward for winning," she purred. "I'm all hot and wet, and

more

than ready for you."

"My naughty filly," I grinned as I lowered her onto my dick.

"Horny stallion," she groaned, guiding my cock to the wet lips of her pussy.

My shaft slid against her waxed-smooth vulva. She rubbed me across her slit and found her hungry hole. She sank down onto my cock. We moaned together as her pussy engulfed my dick. I buried into her wet depths, the friction exquisite.

She hooked her arms around my neck. Smiling wickedly, she writhed her hips, sliding her silky pussy up and down my hard cock. I helped her, using my hands to pump her hips on my dick while I kneaded her plump ass.

"So tight, Mare," I panted. "I love you so much! Are you swooning?"

"I'm swooning," my wife gasped, her pussy clenching on my dick.

We kissed again as her hips rotated, stirring my cock through her. I clenched hard on her asshole, her thighs tight about my waist. She used them as leverage, working her pussy up and down my shaft. Friction burned through me. I groaned into her mouth, thrusting my tongue in.

Fucking her like I fucked her pussy.

She clenched and relaxed on my cock as she fucked me. Her arms tightened about my neck, holding me as she writhed. Her tongue caressed mine. Her lips tasted so sweet. And her pussy felt so hot. I grunted into her mouth.

I broke the kiss. "Mare. Damn, you are so hot and wet."

"You're making me swoon," she moaned. "The Dastardly Mark is just too much for me. Oh, yes. Oh, your cock. Mmm, love it."

"Work that hot pussy on my shaft. Massage it."

"So you'll cum in me?" Her eyes glinted. She smiled, dimples splashing on her freckled cheeks.

"Yes!" I gasped and kissed her again, pinning her against the wall.

She writhed, fucking me harder and harder. The muscles in her ass writhed beneath my hands. Her pussy clenched hard about my dick as she slid up my cock. And then she moaned as she slammed down it.

She broke the kiss, moaning, "Oh, I love you, too, Mark. Yes, fuck me hard! I need a cum so bad! Make your mare cum with your big cock!"

"Naughty filly," I groaned and thrust, meeting her writhing hips.

The friction built as my cock speared into her depths. Her silky pussy walls massaged my cock. My wife hugged me tighter. Her breath washed warm on my neck. I shivered, her wet lips nuzzling and kissing at my throat. I grew dizzy as I pounded her against the wall, my balls smacking into her taint.

Grunting, I buried my face in the beautiful slope of her neck. I licked up to her ear, sucking on her lobe. Her pussy tightened and she nibbled harder on my throat. Our flesh slapped together as we fucked each other harder and harder.

The friction built. My balls boiled, aching. It was such sweet rapture in her. She groaned into my ear, thighs locked so tight about my waist. She held on like a vice, her pussy clenching harder and harder, eager for my cum. I nibbled on her ear, sucked. It drove her wild.

"Oh yes, I love your cock!" she panted. "Keep slamming it into me! Mmm, you're gonna make me cum! My horny stallion is fucking me so hard I'm going to explode!"

"Cum for me, Mare," I groaned in her ear. "Cum on my hard cock. I love it when your pussy milks my dick!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Mary cried.

I shuddered at the delicious feel of her cunt spasming upon my dick. I drove into her cumming depths. She writhed against me, screaming out as she came hard. I groaned my pleasure, my balls aching, boiling, ready to unload.

"That's it, you naughty filly. Cum on my dick!"

"Give it to me! Spill your cum inside me, Mark! Mmm, my pussy is hungry for your cream! Do it, stud! Cum in me!"

I shoved my cock hard inside her, reveling in the feel of her tight cunt, and exploded inside my wife's pussy. The jizz spurted out of me. My balls tightened with each blast. Rapture surged into me.

"Oh, fuck!" I grunted. It felt so good to erupt into her depths.

Each blast drove me higher and higher into rapture. Her pussy spasmed about my dick, massaging me, milking out my cum. She heaved against me, shuddering, whimpering as her pleasures died with mine. I groaned, nuzzling at the nape of her neck.

"That was a great reward, Mare," I panted.

She sighed, "It was great. But can you put me down. My legs are getting sore."

I laughed and pulled out of her with a groan. I set her down. "So, I guess you should go talk to your mom."

"Oh, we can use one of the pregnant sluts," Mary said in an offhand manner, "if you're really against sleeping with my mom."

* * *

Mary Glassner

Mark tensed. He gave me a wary look. He saw the trap and avoided it, saying, "No, no, you're right. I need to start accepting her as family, I guess."

I kissed him on the lips, his seed leaking out of my pussy. "Good. After dinner?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure there's nothing going on tonight."

"There isn't, Master," Violet answered. I jumped as I saw Violet over Mark's shoulder. The nubile, barely legal slut, her brown hair in pigtails, sat at the dining room table, her laptop in front of her.