The Devil's Pact - S01 E251

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E251

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fuck! Oh, sweet Jesus fuck!"

I assaulted her pussy, letting my anger with Mark vanish into her steamy cunt. This is what friends were for, helping each other deal with their problems. And right now I needed to deal with the anger I felt at Mark. Feeling Alice's fingers in my hair, her sleek thighs on my cheek, and her juicy cunt on my lips, I was starting to feel better.

Mark was only jealous because he loved me. He just wanted to spend a quiet day with me. Maybe I could have just seen Alice another day. And maybe if he hadri't been such a dick about it, I very well might have. I was sucking at her clit, my fingers furiously fucking in and out of her cunt, bringing Alice closer and closer to her orgasm.

"Oh yes! Oh God fucking yes!" she panted as she writhed on the bed. "Oh fuck, that's so amazing! Keep doing that, oh my sweet Mary!" She began to spasm, writhing on the bed, a flood of fresh juices found my lips. "Oh, my sweet Mary! How I love you!"

What was did she just say? That she loved me. Could Mark be right? No, that couldn't be it. I was just giving her some great head. It was only the heat of the moment talking. I crawled up the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips, letting Alice taste her delicious pussy.

"Wow," she panted. "What's gotten into you."

"Nothing," I sighed, nuzzling her neck.

"Tell me, I can see somethings bothering you."

"Just Mark," I said in irritation. "We had a fight."

"Oh," she said, a hint of something in her voice. Hope? "What did you fight about?"

"About you," I confessed. "Mark suddenly got real jealous and possessive. He told me not to come see you."

Alice reached over and touched my face. "Maybe it was a mistake that you got back together with him. I mean, he did dump you for that other chick. And said those mean things about you."

"That's not what happened," I sighed. If I explained what happened, I would have to tell Alice about all of it. And I didn't want to. With Alice, I could almost pretend like was a normal person. "It's not a mistake. We love each other."

"Then why's he telling you what to do?" Alice asked. "Why is he trying to control you. That doesn't sound like love."

"It was just a stupid fight, Alice," I protested. "He just wanted to spend the day with me and was disappointed that I made plans. And he's a little jealous of you. He thinks you're in love with me." I laughed. "Silly, right. I tried to tell him we were just friends."

Alice bit her lip, but didn't laugh.

"Right, we're just friends, Alice?"

Alice suddenly kissed me. "Oh, Mary. I've loved you ever since I saw you naked that day when you were thirteen." She kissed me again, I was too stunned to resist. "I'm leaving Dean. It's over between us." She clasped my hand. What was going on here? "Mary, I love you so much. More than Mark could possibly love you. I wouldn't need any other woman but you. Or a man. We can be together and be happy. I would never make you cry and cheat on you, like Mark." The way she said his name, so full of contempt and hatred.

"But..." I tried to think, to wrap my brain about what was going on.

"I'm tired of meeting in motel rooms," Alice pressed on. "I want the world to know about us."

"But I don't love you, Alice," I finally got out. "I mean, I had a lot of fun with you."

"Fun?" Alice had an icy tone to her words and she let go of my hands. "That's all this was. Just fun. What about the connection, the intimacy. I thought we meant something to each other."

"That came out wrong," I apologized, struggling to find the right words to calm Alice down. "We have something. We're friends, we help each other out. We make each other feel better."

"Well I want more, Mary," she said, grasping my hand. "I need you, Mary. I can't share you with him." She made "him" sound like a dirty word. "To think about him on you, inside you. I thought I finally had you last week and yet you stayed with him. He's wrong for you, Mary, can't you see that."

"And you're right for me?" I demanded, suddenly angry at Alice for putting me in this situation. "Christ, Alice. We just meet in a motel a few times a week to fuck and you want me to run off with you. You want me to give up the person I love most in the world for someone I just fuck?"

There was hurt in Alice's eyes. "Please, Mary. You have to see what a bastard he is. How can you love a man like that?"

I frowned, she wasn't wrong. "That doesn't change how I feel, Alice. I love him."

"Then gol" she shrieked. "Go back to him and be his whore! Go and let him drag you down into his filth! I won't be there to catch you when he casts you aside for whatever cunt gets his dick hard for next week."

I couldn't believe this was happening a second time one day as I stormed off. I slammed the door of my Eos and squealed the tires as I tore off out of the parking lot. This was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Wednesday. Not the frustrating and confusing mess that it had become. Behind me, the bodyguards were racing to catch up, their sirens blaring as I floored it down Pacific Avenue.

The door slammed, the culmination of the argument happening in Room 15. I moved to the door, the maid's keys clutched in my sweaty hand. The maid, herself, was gagged and handcuffed in the back of the motel room, being babysat by Duncan and Irene, two of the SWAT officers under my control. King and Dennis, the other two, waited in the SWAT van around the comer.

Last night, my Sisters and I took control of the remaining eight SWAT officers, giving us four each.. Isabella and Agnes were waiting near Mark Glassner's house with their men. There was only one thing left to do. I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out into the sunny, June day. I was dressed in the maid's clothing, a gray smock with a white apron, the type of uniform you will see a maid wear at any motel, and I walked over to room 15.

A deep breath to calm my roiling stomach, and then I slipped the maid's keys into the lock. "Housekeeping," I announced, slipping into the room.

On the bed was a woman in a black teddy who was quickly pulling her covers across her lap. I saw a momentary glimpse of a shaved pussy between her thighs. She had beautiful, black hair that framed what would have been a pretty face. Now it was puffy mess from crying, black mascara leaving unsightly streaks down her cheeks and her hazel eyes were bloodshot.

"What!" the woman gasped. "Don't you knock."

"Sorry." I lied. "Oh, sweetie, what's wrong," I told her sitting on the bed next to her. I was using my motherly voice and memories of comforting my own daughters floated up in my mind.

"Nothing," she said, wiping at her tears. "Just, just leave."

"I'm Theodora," I told her. "What's your name, sweetie."

"Alice," she answered.

I grabbed her hand. I needed to perform the Qannow spell on her. I scooted closer. "You can tell me," I told her, putting on the friendliest, most motherly smile.

".......my girlfriend left me," she sobbed and I hugged her to my chest. Her tears wetted the front of my smock as I held her.

"Oh how terrible," said, rocking the girl. "Why did she leave such a beautiful girl like you?"

She sniffed. "Her fiancee," Alice bitterly said. "She just wanted to fool around with me." She sniffed. "It was just fun, Mary said." More sobs wracked her body. "I thought we had something!"

"I bet you would do anything to be with her?" I asked, my heart hammering.

"I love her," she moaned. "I love her so much! I would do anything to have my Mary back!"

"Qannow," I whispered and she stiffened in my arm as the spell took effect.

"1...I have to go," Alice suddenly said, wiping at her tears. "I needed to get something from home. And then Mary and I can be together."

I sighed in relief, slipping out of the room as Alice got dressed. My stomach was roiling with nerves. I couldn't wait for this to be done. No mission had ever stressed me out so much as this one. Ramiel told me the plan should be almost guaranteed to succeed. Alice, under the Qannow spell would stop the Warlocks and I would not have to unleash the SWAT officers.