The Devil's Pact Pt. 15

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Lilith

My lusts burned through my body. I had them. Mark's control had almost interfered, but my little lie about being sent, calmed all their doubts and allowed their fantasies to flourish. They had some reservations, but they weren't thinking clearly. My lust had filled their minds, and I had twisted their desires to my whims.

"Yes, we just have to consummate our Pact," I purred as I reached down and caressed my clit.

I summoned my cock.

My clit swelled and grew, thrusting forward as it became a cock. The tip spread into a mushroom-shaped crown, a slit forming. I only made it seven inches, no need to frighten them with the monster I made when I took Sister Louise Monday night.

"Oh, yes!" groaned Lana as she lustfully stared at my cock. All her objections had vanished as she saw her deepest, darkest fantasy about to be fulfilled.

Chantelle glanced at her wife, biting her lip before she glanced down at her own pussy, imagining a similar cock thrusting up and Lana consumed with lust for it. Chantelle shuddered and nodded her head. "Let's do it, Lana!"

"Say the words, and spread your legs," I purred, stroking my cock. I ached to fuck them. "When my seed spills inside you, our pact will be made, and your boons shall be granted." Lucifer could keep his silly contracts signed in blood. This was a far more satisfying way to make a Pact.

The pair shuddered, their pussies hot against my thigh as they orgasmed again. "Yes!" they moaned, their heads turning. Chantelle and Lana gazed into each other's eyes. Their hands entwined and they both had smiles.

Together, they spoke the words: "I pledge my soul to Lilith, my Goddess, from now until the end of time!"

I shuddered as our ritual built. The chains were forming between us. Soon they would be mine. I would rip them from Mark. They would burn for me. They would worship me. And they would remember what Mark did to them.

"Lana first," Chantelle purred.

I licked my lips as Lana spread her legs, opening herself up to me. She was eager to be fucked by a futanari. I could only fuck someone with their or their Master's consent, the curse the Creator had placed on me when I made the cock. And Lana was clearly willing.

I groaned as the delicious feel of her cunt gave way to the tip of my cock. Her pussy clenched about me as she orgasmed. And she kept on orgasming as I fucked her. My dick was buried into the heart of her pleasure. She drank in all my lust. Her pussy writhed and massaged me as I fucked our.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped over and over. "That's it. That's what I need. Oh, fuck! It's so hot! I'm gonna explode! I keep cumming!"

I fucked her faster. My cock throbbed in delight and my pussy clenched. Lana heaved beneath me, our breasts rubbing together. Everywhere I touched her sparked excitement through the young woman. She was consumed with it, driven beyond rational thought.

Lana and Chantelle still held hands, Chantelle watching in breathless anticipation as I fucked her wife. Lana's cunt was continuously spasming, milking my cock, as her orgasms rolled through her body. I kissed her soft cheek then capture her sweet lips in a kiss. Lana's free hand gripped my ass, pulling me tighter into her inviting cunt.

The orgasm built in my ovaries and my pussy twitched. There was no better feeling than fucking a woman and using my cock in violation of Creation. I thrust over and over into her pussy, our flesh slapping together every time I bottomed out. Every movement of my cock inside Lana's cunt brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

"Yes!" I gasped as the shuddering release washed over me.

My seed rushed from my ovaries and out my cock, spilling black semen into Lana's fertile womb. Lana screamed in passion and passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. At that moment, I grasped the black chain that bound Lana to Mark, yanked it away, and attached it to my soul. The black fell away from the chain, replaced by the red of a Warlock. Lana's boon was granted and my payment met. Lana and Chantelle would forever be young and beautiful, and would forever be mine.

I pulled out of Lana. Chantelle caressed her unconscious wife's face. Then she smiled at me and spread her legs. "Give me that same pleasure," she moaned in her delightful accent.

My cock ached to do just that. I never softened. I rubbed it against Chantelle's slit, nudging her hard clit. She spasmed in orgasm, bucking on the bed and making it harder for me to find her hole. Her small breasts jiggled and her eyes squeezed shut.

"Little slut," I groaned as I stabbed my cock deep into her pussy.

Chantelle howled in pleasure as she orgasmed about my cock..

She was tighter than Lana, her cunt a velvet vice on my cock. I fucked her hard, and Chantelle writhed beneath me. She captured one of my nipples with her lips, sucking hard, her hips bucking up to fuck me back. I could feel that tightening in my ovaries build and build.

The bed creaked as I ravished the lesbian's pussy. Her lithe thighs wrapped about my hips, pulling me in deeper as her pussy sucked and massaged at my cock. She was eager for my black seed. Pleasure coursed through me. The need built on the tip of my dick.

"Cum in me!" Chantelle gasped. "Please, please!"

My cock slammed into the depths of her cumming pussy. My ovaries spasmed. My cock erupted black seed into her fertile womb. My own pleasure shot through me as I seized her chain and wrested her away from Mark.

Like Lana, she was mine.

I pulled out of Chantelle's cunt and was surprised to find that she was still conscious, a big smile on her face. Most women passed out from the intensity of the orgasm when I came in them. She glanced down and frowned. "Where's my cock?"

"Grip your clit, twist it, and concentrate," I told her.

Chantelle obeyed. Her smile grew as her clit sprouted into a cock throbbing before her. Chantelle shuddered in delight as she stroked it. "Oh, this is so amazing, my Goddess."

Lana was stirring, rising from her exhaustive bliss. Her eyes widened at the sight of her wife's cock. Lana smiled in amazement and stroked Chantelle's hard dick. "Thank you, my Goddess," Lana said, tears in her eyes.

"Enjoy yourselves," I told them, "and then you'll have work to do."

"Work?" Lana asked, still stroking her wife's cock.

"Yes, we're going to destroy Mark and Mary," I told them, "and then Lucifer."

"Mark and Mary," Chantelle whispered, her forehead creasing. And then she shuddered, horror crossing her face. "Oh, my god, what did they do to us? They, they made us do things to them! To a man?"

"I freed you from Mark's slavery," I soothed as Lana flinched. "Mark and Mary used magic on you to make you their whores, but I freed you. They can never control you." No Warlock could control another. The chains that bound their souls to the demon the Warlock made the Pact with prevented that.

Lana straddled Chantelle, sliding her wet cunt down Chantelle's cock. "We will make them pay, Lana," Chantelle moaned as her wife rode her cock.

I smiled. Inside both women, my black sperm swam through their pussies, heading for their wombs. I laughed aloud and watched my Priestesses pleasure each other as my seed reached their wombs, waiting for one of their eggs to make its way down from their ovaries. The moment my cock had entered them, their ovaries had released an egg.

Soon, two babies would be conceived. Every woman I fucked quickened with child. New monsters would be birthed and loosed on the world. My new children to hound mankind.

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Noel Heinrich -- South Hill, WA

My phone's alarm woke me up from my groggy sleep. I sat up, reaching for the nightstand across the sleeping body of Chasity. We shared a bed together. She was an exciting woman. When she crawled into bed a few hours ago, she had been horny.

And I was a slut now, no longer a simple FBI agent, so I satiated her hunger. I had never been with a woman before Master claimed me. I was really liking it. Chasity was such an exciting creature. She was strong and intelligent, and the only slut besides me in law enforcement.

"What's going on?" Chasity muttered.

"I just got an alert on one of my cases," I said as I peered at my phone. My eyes widened. "That's not good."

"Huh?" Chasity asked, sitting up beside me and peering at my phone. I angled it so she could look. "Oh, no."

A man named Xavier Donovan was part of a group under surveillance by the FBI and ATF for suspicion of buying illegal firearms. They were some cult worshiping a god called Marduk. And this Xavier was conspiring with an unknown man to assassinate Master.

Anger burned inside me.

"We have to protect Master," growled Chasity.

I nodded my head in agreement.

To be continued...