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The devil's pact - S01 E76

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The devil's pact - S01 E76

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 76

"Oh no!" someone shouted in horror. "Master, it's Desiree!"

Mary relaxed her hold on me and I looked over to see Allison racing to Desiree and placing her hands over Desiree's chest, blood soaking the front of Desiree's maid outfit. Fuck, she was bleeding badly. Mary and I moved to her side, kneeling on either side of her. She was still breathing, but shallow breaths and her face had a pale sheen about it.

"So much blood," Mary whispered to herself.

"Hang on, Desiree!" I shouted. "You gotta hang on, 911 on the way."

"She's dying!" Allison wailed. "Don't die, Desireel Please!"

"Stay with us, Desiree," I pleaded, clutching a limp hand. "You cannot die! Your my slut! You don't have permission to die!"

"Can you save her, Lilith?" Mary asked, fearful and timid.

Lilith shoved Louise from her cunt, the nun falling onto her back in a daze, her face drenched in Lilith's girl-cum. Chasity moved to Louise and began to handcuff the woman. "I can save her," Lilith purred. "It will cost one of your two boons remaining, Mistress."

"Boons?" Mary asked, confused.

"When you summoned me, we entered into a contract," Lilith explained. "Three boons are owed to you. The first was used in stopping the nun." Lilith smiled wickedly. "Her powers are broken, now. She has been tainted by my demonic fluids. Two more boons are still owed you."

"Then save her!" begged Mary. "She's our slut!"

"As you command, Mistress!"

Lilith bent over the unconscious Desiree and placed her lips upon Desiree, kissing her sensuously. Desiree's body convulsed and quivered, and I realized she was having an orgasm. The color returned to her skin and the blood stopped pumping from her breast. Lilith pulled her lips away and Desiree gasped and shuddered, dark eyes opening, licking her lips.

"I'm so sorry, Master," Desiree wailed and flung her arms around me. "I didn't want to hit you, but I couldn't stop myself!"

Allison flung her arms around Mary, weeping. Fiona and Xiu crawled towards us, heads hung down in shame. Korina, clutching her wounded arm, joined them. "Forgive us, Master, Mistress," Fiona wept.

"There's nothing to forgive," I answered, hugging Desiree back. "That bitch controlled you, and she's going to pay for all the hurt she caused!"

I caught Mary's gaze and saw the same burning hatred I felt blazing in her eyes. "Oh, she will sufferer!" Mary hissed as she hugged Allison fiercely. "She will crawl on her knees and beg!"

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The damned alarm clock incessant noise pierced the fog of my hangover. "Turn off the alarm, Desiree," I moaned and it was a moment before I remembered. Mark Glassner had stolen my wife, and my home from me. I was lying in my hotel room at the Four Seasons, exiled by that bastard and waiting for word back from Sister Louise that she had freed my beautiful desert rose.

My head pounded and I slapped the alarm clock, silencing its annoying beeps. I groggily rose and stumbled into the shower. After the warm shower and pair of extra strength Tylenols, I was starting to feel alive again. Ever since Louise had freed me from that fucking bastard's control, I had become a ball of tense, nervous energy. I had spent my entire life taking charge, grasping my own destiny with my bare hands. And now I had to wait while some nun fixes my life.

God, I need a drink.

Instead, I turned on the news. I had too many meetings at work to show up drunk. The news report was almost a distraction to my thoughts as I dressed. God, never in my life had ever felt this helpless. Not even when that cunt of a first wife cheated on me. My hand trembled. A drink would really took the edge off, a voice whispered in my head.

You're a better man than that, Brandon, I told myself. You're in control, not the booze. Last night was a mistake. What the fuck were you supposed to do? You just found out angels and demons were real, for Christ sake. What was a sane man supposed to do but drink. In fact, why don't you go pour yourself another whiskey, Brandon?

I starred at the minibar, my throat parched, and swallowed. No!

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