The devil's pact - S01 E108

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The devil's pact - S01 E108

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 108

"Okay," I moaned. "Harder, please! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Ramiel fucked me harder, faster. It felt so good! Nothing was better than a man inside you, and an Angel was even better than a man. My legs wrapped about his waist, hugging him tightly to me. My third orgasm was building quickly. Every time his cock buried itself into my cunt, my clit rubbed against his groin and my orgasm grew and grew until screamed my pleasure loudly.

"To perform the Prayer," Raniel continued, after my orgasm ran its course, you must sleep with the Mortal. When they orgasm, whisper Avvah into their ear followed by the name of the person you wish them to have form the obsession with. When that Mortal lies with the one you named, the Bond of Avvah shall form."

"All right," I panted, kissing his beautiful face, enjoying his muscular chest crushing my breasts, my nipples.

"Tonight, you will find a mortal to test it out with," Ramiel continued. "You will know him when you lay eyes on him and whom to make his obsession with. When you are sure you've preformed the Prayer correctly, you're true target is Samantha."

"Antsy?" I gasped, confused. "The girl I'm staying with."

"Her brother is Mark Glassner, the Warlock," Ramiel answered. "To arm himself against you, he will need to sleep with his sister. Thus, we shall turn the Warlocks plan against him."

"Yes, yes, yes, I can do that!" panted, grinding my hips into Ramiel desperate to reach another orgasm. Ramiel began plowing me hard, his cock felt like fire as it plunged in and out, over and over. His thrust became more frantic, my pussy was beginning to ache pleasantly from the urgency of his fucking. His cum was liquid fire Inside me, igniting every nerve in my body and....

... I woke up, cumming and groaning, wrapped up in the sheets of my hotel bed. I was drenched in sweat, my silk negligee clinging wetly to my body. The air conditioner blew cold upon my body and I shivered.

"Have a good one?" Antsy asked, sleepily. "You've been moaning for the last ten minutes.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Did you have a nice wet dream?" Antsy grinned, sitting up in her bed.

She was wearing a yellow t-shirt that left her slim legs bared.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling. "A really nice one."

NNA

Sunlight was just starting to streak through the bedroom window, waking me up. My fiancee, Mary, slept peacefully next to me. A streak of auburn hair lay across her pale, freckled cheek. She was so beautiful, I reached out and gently brushed the strand of hair out of her face. She smiled in her sleep and murmured sleepily. I kissed her cheek and slowly crawled out of bed to take a piss.

I slipped out of the bedroom and headed downstairs for my morning jog. None of the sluts were awake and the house was strangely quiet. On the porch the two members of the Naked Jogging Club waited, Anastasia and Madeleine. Anastasia was a blonde, Russian beauty that strangely dyed her hair a dark black while Madeleine was a brunette, Southern belle with a wickedly hot accent. I hated jogging, but I did it to get in better shape for Mary. Of course, watching two fine, naked asses bobbing before you was a hell of a motivator.

As I jogged, my thoughts drifted to Karen and the conversation Mary and I had with her last night after Thamina tended to her Injuries. Karen was more than happy to tell us everything about the Nuns. They were called the Sisters of Mary Magdalene and worked for the Archangel Gabriel. They were sent after Warlocks that were causing major disruptions. Usually, a Warlock can take months or years to attract a nuns attention, but I guess I went for broke with the orgy in Bestbuy so a nun was dispatched quickly.

The good news was, there weren't a lot of nuns. Only one other in North America. Sister Theodora was her name, and she was a dirty-blonde woman that appeared eighteen year old with a heart- shaped face and blue eyes. Karen told us about the gifts nuns get from Gabriel: eternal youth, the ability to see auras, their prayers. I was surprised to learn Karen was fifty-one, she looked eighteen. She had spent four years as a Thrall to a woman named Susanne before she was freed and joined the nuns herself.

Karen explained how a nun controls a Thrall and just how limited it was. The nun could implant a trigger that would she could later exploit. But, once the nun was controlling the Thrall, she had to constantly keep reinforcing her commands so the nun couldn't let the Thralls out of her sight once she started controlling them or they'll quickly revert back to their Warlock's control.

Karen suggest hiring regular men as bodyguards and not give

them any orders. A nun could only affect Thralls. So a regular them any orders. A nun could only affect Thralls. So a regular person was immune to their powers. It was something to keep in mind if I couldn't find a way to seduce my mom. Of course, that was another problem. I still had no clue how I was going to do that. According to Lilith, I needed to sleep with my mom to make my Thralls immune to nun's power. I had to seduce her or rape her. How the fuck do you seduce your mother?

I shuddered, thinking about the alternative. I couldn't rape my mother. She was well... my mother. Maybe if she had been an asshole like my father, but she was always the sweetest woman in the world. Even when she was angry with me I weirdly felt like she still cared about me. Not like my dad, the asshole would just get drunk and hit me. Fuck, the fact that she's put up with my dad for thirty years must make her a saint or something.

I shook my head in frustration and noticed two women waiting at the street light ahead. Two new members to the Naked Jogging Club would distract me from the problem with my mom. The women were Belinda, a hot thirty-five year old, and her even hotter, sixteen-year-old daughter, Cassie. Belinda and Cassie lived a few streets down from me, so I decided to have everyone jog back to Madeleine's for the post jog festivities.

On the way back, however, a news crew was parked on the side of the road, filming us. From KIRO 7 News, the Seattle affiliate for CBS. I decided to find out what was going on. I had the ladies continue on to Madeleine's and then head home when they got dressed. I guess the post job festivities would wait for tomorrow. The ladies had school and work to get to, I guess. There was always tomorrow. Luckily, the reporter was female and I bet she was attractive, TV news only hired attractive people, so I jogged across the street.

There was a greasy looking guy operating the camera and an attractive, caramel skinned reporter with honey hair. It was hard to tell what nationality she was; Hispanic, Asian, Filipino, or African American. Maybe it was all of thern, blended together to make this smoking hot reporter. She wore a pink, silk blouse and a tight, gray pencil skirt that showed off the nice curves of her ass. A look of fear crossed her eyes and her cameraman stepped between us,

still filming, as I approached.

"Sir," the reporter asked, swallowing her fear, "Jessica St. Pierre,

Kiro 7 News, why are you and that group of ladies jogging naked?"

"We're the Naked Jogging Club," told her. "Why don't we go in your news van and talk about it, alone"