The Devil's Pact - S01 E293

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E293

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 293

"Oh fuck, that's nice, slut!" I moaned. I caught Mark's blue eyes and he smiled at me as he pounded her tight ass. "Eat my pussy! Yes, yes, that's so fucking nice." I gasped as Xiu shoved two fingers up my tight pussy.

I watched as Xiu's ass jiggled as Mark's groin slapped into her cheeks, filling the room with the slap of flesh. I grabbed Xiu's black hair with one hand and pulled her face tight against my cunt as my hips writhed in pleasure. Mark was thrusting harder into her ass, pushing Xiu's face into my pussy as he bottomed out in her ass.

"Your ass is fucking tight, slut!" Mark moaned. "I love fucking your slutty ass!"

Xiu moaned happily into my pussy. "Are you going flood this naughty slut's ass, Mark?" laughed.

"I am, Marel" Mark panted.

I could feel my orgasm building inside me. Skillfully fueled by Xiu's lips and fingers. Her tongue fluttered at my clit as her fingers slid along my tight sheathe. I groaned, my back arching, as Xiu sucked my little pearl between her lips and curled her fingers just right. My orgasm exploded out of me as the little slut found my G-Spot and I splattered her face with my girl-cum.

"Oh fuck, that was great, slut!" I moaned.

"I'm so happy, Mistress, Xiu answered from between my thighs. "Master's cock feels so amazing in my ass! Umm, I'm going to cum, Master! Ohhh, thank you, thank you for making me cum!"

"Fucking slut!" Mark groaned and slammed his cock into her, his face contorted in pleasure as he flooded her ass with his cum. "God damn, that was good, slut!"

Mark pulled out of her ass and I rested back on Xiu's bed. Xiu turned around and quickly knelt down and started cleaning Mark's cock off like a good slut. Mark stroked her black hair and smiled at me. Our Xiu stayed and Alice was healed. I wanted to hold onto this happy feeling as long as I could.

The Wedding, July 20th, 2013

I was freaking out.

"Where's my locket?" I asked, as grabbed at my throat for the third time, desperately feeling for the gold chain. I knew that it wasn't there, I had already felt twice, but rational thoughts like that were hard to hang onto when you're in a panic. Somehow, my locket had slipped off from around my neck. It was heart-shaped, made of silver, with a pink rose sculpted onto the front. I couldn't lose it. Mark gave it to me that first day I met him. For the last fifteen minutes, my bridesmaids and I had been tearing the bridal tent apart trying to find it. I needed it. I couldn't leave the tent and walk down the aisle without it!

My older sister Shannon was digging through a box while Antsy and Missy were searching the floor of the bridal tent. I needed to stay calm. If started crying, my mascara would run and I would look like a frightful mess on my wedding day. "Please, please, please!" I begged over and over, fighting back the tears.

"Here it is!" Alice shouted in triumph. I sighed in relief as my maid- of-honor held up the silver locket. "It fell behind the chair."

After I healed Alice that day, she had talked with her husband, Dean. She confessed her adultery to him. "I felt so guilty that I had been such a bad wife while Dean was being all attentive and loving since I got hurt." Alice had later told me. "I just wanted to drive him away so I could wallow in my misery. Only, when I told him that I cheated on him, he was hurt, but he didn't leave. For the first time, since, well, since forever, I guess, we talked. And it was nice. They were in marriage counseling now, trying to work through their problems.

The news of Alice's healing spread through the hospital and soon it was all over the news. And not just Alice's healing, Mark cured Xiu and half the bodyguards that were still in the hospital before he was too tired. For the last two Thursdays, Mark and I have been healing the sick at Good Sam. It was nice to finally do something good and selfless with our powers.

Alice handed me the locket and I put it around my neck and secured the clasp. I do not know how it fell off my neck, the clasp seemed to be just fine. I was just so very relieved to feel it dangling between my breasts again, that I didn't care why it fell off. I lowered my veil and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's get this started."

Missy popped her head out the tent flap then ducked back in, smiling. "Umm, maybe in a few minutes, Mary."

I frowned and wondered what Mark was doing? Then an amused smile crossed my lips. No, I should be wondering who Mark was doing. I considered the candidates. One of the sluts, maybe? Or was it Rose Cunningham who was officiating our wedding? Or maybe his mother, Sandy? Certainly not my mom. Mark was still angry with her over Chasity's death. I missed Chasity, too, but my mom was used by the other side and she felt so guilty over all the deaths she caused.

Mountain View Court Estates, June 29th, 2013

I slipped out of the house, leaving Mark and our sluts that chose to stay to continue with their orgy. I was glad that most of our sluts stayed but I would miss Fiona, Thamina, and Noel. It was the right thing to do, however. I should have insisted weeks ago, but I was too caught up in the thrill of the power to make someone do whatever you wanted.

I walked naked down Mountain View Court, wearing only a pair of flip-flops. I could hear the music from our worshipers waiting out on the street corner. I didn't know what to make of that development. Mark clearly found being worshiped too amazing to pass up. But, it just didn't feel right, to be worshiped. We weren't Gods. We had powers, sure, but anyone who was willing to pay the price could have them.

Then I had stepped out of the car and heard all those people chanting my name. I shivered, it was so intoxicating. I could feel the love of a hundred people. I bit my lip as I thought about that feeling. It's not like we ordered them to worship us, I told myself. We never said we were Gods. We just didn't correct them. And if it made those people happy to worship us, maybe it wasn't right to take that away from them.

I put those thoughts away as I reached my parent's house. They lived three houses down from Mark and I. This used to be the Gomez house, I think, before Mark made them sell their house. I pushed open the door and walked in. "Hello," I called as I wandered around the house. Where was everyone? Missy and Damien lived here, along with their two sex slaves and Felicity, dad's sex slave.

I heard splashes and I wandered to the back of the house. Missy and Damien and the sex slaves were splashing around in the pool, naked. They were playing Marco Polo, I realized, with Damien blindfolded, trying to find the girls.

"Marco!" he yelled.