The Devil's Pact - S01 E227

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E227

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 227

As far as I could tell, neither of these men were bound to Mark.

Yeah, instead of arresting the people, the SWAT unit...eh..."1 trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding insensitive.

"Fucked them," Duncan finished, biting his words.

"Excuse me, Vato, Riz sald as Isabella scooted out of the booth. "You understand, right?"

"Yeah," Duncan grunted, staring at his drink as Riz and Isabella disappeared out a back door into the alley behind the bar. A ragged sob suddenly escaped Duncan's lips. "I don't know what happened. We burst into this bedroom and this naked guy, Mark, falls on the floor and he just tells us to stop pointing our guns and help him up. And we did. And then...this red-head just grabs me and Driscoll and takes us inside and has us fuck her. She treated us like shit, insulted us, and we just took it. And now it's all over the news and..." He took a swig of beer. "Kathanne kicked me out. I never cheated on her, before. I don't know what happened"

Poor bastard. Another Warlock's victim. I reached out and rubbed his leg and kissed him on the cheek. "You poor guy," I murmured. "Let me take some of that hurt away." I slid my hand up his jeans to his crotch, feeling his cock grow beneath my touch.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he suddenly protested. "I..."

I cut him off with a kiss as my fingers slid his zipper down, his mouth sour with beer. He was hard, despite his protests, and I stroked him to his full girth. His cock was warm and trembled with his heart beat against my palm. He was uncircumcised, and I could feel the head of his cock slide in and out of his foreskin, popping out like a cute little snake.

"Shh, don't fight, Duncan," I whispered as I lowered my head down to his crotch, disappearing beneath the booth's table.

He moaned as my tongue licked around the head of his cock, salty with his pre-cum. I played with the tip, tracing about the edge of the gland, then sliding up and licking through his urethra, collecting a fresh drop of pre-cum. I slid a hand down between my legs and up into my cunt, getting my fingers sticky with my pussy juices so l would be ready to draw the Mark of Qayin on his forehead.

His hand caressed my head, fingers pulling through my brown hair. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "Sorry, Kathy."

I cupped his balls as I swallowed his cock, sucking softly and playing with the sensitive head with my tongue. Then I slid down. slowly, until he brushed the back of my throat. I sealed my lips tight about his shaft as I rose up, sucking harder and Duncan moaned in appreciation. Up and down, my mouth filled with his cock

"Jesus," he moaned. "Fuck, you're good. Christ, I don't even know your name."

I popped his cock out of my mouth. "Theodora," I panted, sucking in air, and then I was back on his cock, bobbing my head faster and faster as I played with his balls.

He nuts were round and I gently squeezed them, trying to massage his cum out of his balls. He was getting closer and closer to cumming. I could feel the tension in his body grow and grow as he neared that explosive release and I tensed, ready to spring the moment his cum poured into my mouth. Up and down, I bobbed, swirling my tongue and sucking, feeling his cock tremble in my mouth, the spongy head brushing the roof of my mouth.

Duncan was a gentleman and warned me. "I'm gonna cum, Theodora," he panted.

The first splash of cum was warm and salty in my lips. I released his cock as the second blast just flew up in air and landed on my blouse, a line of sticky fluids staining my clothing. I was drawing the Mark of Qayin on his forhead as his third blast flew up and splashed on his flannel shirt and I muttered, "Shama." The Mark of Qayin blazed white and Duncan went blank as the prayer took effect.

Isabella should have had no problem enchanting Riz and I began to tell Duncan the plan. He nodded his head as he absorbed my orders. Worry gnawed at my stomach. Was this really necessary. These men were SWAT officers, highly trained at what they do. People were going to get hurt. People was supposed to protect. I always thought the Order of Mary Magdalene existed to help people.

"The Greater Good," Ramiel's voice whispered back to me. "Not even the Promise Land was taken without bloodshed."

The Greater Good. It was all for the Greater Good, I told myself. But another voice whispered from deep inside me, the road to Hell is paved in good intentions. I shivered. I just needed to have faith in Providence.