The Devil's Pact - S01 E195

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E195

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 195

Homecoming

"It's time to go home," I told Mary.

"Yes," Mary sighed happily. "All the sluts miss you so much."

We were lying in my mom's bed, cuddling after we made love. For the last two days, I had been under some spell. A nun had turned my baby sister into a trap that would spring when I slept with her. There was a spell, the Ritual of Mowdah, that would let me recognize a nun by seeing people's auras. I needed to fuck my sister to perform the spell, and, somehow, the nun must have known, had tracked my baby sister down on her vacation to Miami.

I looked at Mary, a faint, red outline about her body, her aura. Hers was red, like mine, signifying she was a Warlock, someone who made a Pact with the Devil. I concentrated and a red glow sprang about her. We were touching, and strings and chains radiated out from Mary. They represented all the people that were in some way connected to Mary. Two, red threads, tightly entwined connected the two of us. Five black chains headed off to the living room where my mom and Mary's sluts waited.

And a single, gold thread pointed north.

"Mary," I said in alarm. "You have a golden thread touching your aura.

"Do I," Mary frowned. "My sisters had the same, golden thread."

"Summon Lilith, I think we need to talk to her."

"I can't," Mary said, then took a deep breath. "I used my last boon today. To save you."

And then she explained how Lilith tempted her by giving Mary a cock, how Mary fucked all our sluts, enjoying the pleasure of having a dick. She was tempted to keep the dick, but her love for me overcame her lust. She used her boon to get the same power I have, the power to control others with her words. That's how she got her four sex slaves that helped subdue me: Joy, Via, April, and Felicity. She confessed that she slept with her father, Sean, and bound her slaves with the Zimmah ritual, making her slaves immune to another person's control. I had all our sluts bound with the same ritual.

"What do you think it means?" Mark asked.

"I must know someone who is a nun, Mary shrugged. "Or someone under the control of a nun, I guess. Damn, we really should have had Lilith explain all this." Then her eyes widened. "She mentions a book. The spells of the witch of Endor or something like that."

"Endor?" I asked, trying not to laugh, a smirk creepign across my face. "Like Star Wars? Do we need some Ewoks to help us?"

"Maybe I heard wrong?" Mary wondered, then glared at me and wiped the smirk off my face. "Anyway, she said it would complete our magic education."

Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes. Her auburn hair fell loosely about her shoulder, her breasts were perky and freckled, and her ass was pleasantly plump. She bent down and I caught a glimpse of her freshly fucked pussy, my cum leaking out of her shaved lips, down her legs. She stood back up, her phone in hand and came back to the bed.

"Here it is," Mary said after searching on her phone. "It's called the 'Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Let's see, Wikipedia says, 'Its thought to be a thirteenth century pseudepigrapha attributed to the Witch of Endor from the First Book of Samuel chapter 28 verses 3 thru 25. That's the Old Testament, hmm."

"What's a pseudepigrapha?" I asked.

"Um," she tapped the screen of her phone, "Let's see, Wikipedia reads, 'Pseudepigrapha are falsely attributed works, texts whose claimed authorship is represented by a separate author, or a work,

whose real author attributed it to a figure of the past.' I guess that makes it a forgery?"

"The Witch of Endor, sometimes called the Medium of Endor, was a medium who apparently summoned the prophet Samuel's spirit, at the demand of King Saul of the Kingdom of Israel in the First Book of Samuel, chapter 28:3-25," the Wikipedia page read.

This was seeming more and more promising, I thought as I scanned the Wikipedia article. All the money I was paying Doug. my P.I., to watch Mark was really paying off. If I could only get my hands on this book, I might have a real, fighting chance to beat Mark and get my wife, Desiree, back from his clutches.

"Only three known copies of the book exist," the article read. "The Institute for Ancient Studies at New York University have one copy. A second copy is in the private collection of the August Alfred Bernard, Altgrave of Salm-Reifferscheid-Dyck, who resides in Cologne, Germany. The final copy lies in the Motherhouse of the Order of Mary Magdalene, in Rennes-le-Château, France."

"...Rennes-le-Château, France." Mary finished reading from the Wikipedia article.

"Well, this is starting to seem more and more likely," I said. "The Order of Mary Magdalene, that's what Karen said her nun order was called, right?" Marry nodded. "And if they have this book..." I smiled, we wouldn't have to consult any unreliable demon like Lilith. Thank god she was gone from our lives, I could always sense hatred and contempt from her. She had already tried to hurt me once, using her succubus powers on me to drain my energy. Luckily, my wish for unlimited sexual stamina protected me.

"So, which one do you want?" Mary asked.

"Want to go to New York?"

Mary's grin answered that question.

"NYU, Ancient Studies," a bored young woman answered. "How may I help you."