The devil's Pact - S01 E388

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The devil's Pact - S01 E388

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 388

The elevator opened and Sam walked out naked, trailed by an equally naked Candy, her love-slave. I flushed as I saw the cock swinging between her legs and the cum dripping out of Candy's pussy. Sam felt my eyes on her cock, and she blushed, concentrated, and it shrank back into her clitoris. Memories of having my own cock flooded my mind, the feeling of warm pussy engulfing me and the intense release of a male orgasm.

My pussy dampen. Could Mark handle me having a cock I could dismiss? We could fuck the same woman, using her holes together. But what if he couldn't handle it? I've seen him watch Sam fuck other women, lust burning in his eyes. But Sam wasn't his wife, and he's never fucked her once since she's gotten her cock. I didn't want to take that chance that he would stop seeing me as a woman. It wasn't worth the risk of causing a rift between US.

Even if I burned to create my own cock sometimes.

"It's finished," Sam answered.

"What is?" I yawned. We had been traveling the country for the last three days. The NSA had turned its considerable capabilities into spying on US Citizens and we crashed several protest rallies and placed more resistors under our control before stopping in Omaha to spend the day healing.

"The Matmown!" Excitement filled her voice. "Just a few hours. ago."

Energy surged through me, banishing my fatigue. "You tested it?"

"I summoned Karen and she could not see us within it," Sam confirmed.

I glanced at Mark and I could see the eagerness in his eyes, He was desperate to learn what secret I had been holding back these last six weeks. Maryam-the Mother Superior of the Nuns pressed upon me the necessity of not revealing the truth of Lucifer's plans outside of a Matmown. The Devil could not know that we were moving against him.

It was the only chance we had.

Lilith - The Abyss

Lilith The Abyss

I glared at Samnag Soun as I haunted the Shadows. If hate could reach through the barrier between life and death, my gaze would stop her foul heart. Her and that slattern Candy. They killed my daughter, my sweet Luka. They cut her head off and buried her with a mouth full of dirt.

They trooped into the elevator. Mark and Mary, and all their sluts. I wanted to step through the Shadows and rip their heads off. Mark killed two more of my daughters-my beautiful Dimme twins. Rage boiled inside me. Only my spirit traveled to the Abyss. My vessel rested safely in Seattle. I couldn't touch Mark even if I manifested into the mortal world. I would only be an insubstantial spectre.

It was just as well, I would most likely die. My skills weren't in combat, and Mark had slain Molech, one of the most powerful of the Demon Princes. Only Lucifer could rival Molech in a contest of arms.

Around me prowled Mark's dead whores-Chasity, Karen, the others. They were always hovering in the Shadows around Mark and Mary, protecting them from the Patriots' foolish attacks. The ghost had tried to drive me off in the beginning, but I was a spiritual being, so I could harm the ghosts.

Now they didn't bother. They just watched, ready to pounce if it looked like I was about to cross over. I could feel their eyes on me, full of anger and hatred. I ignored them, focusing on Mark's group.

Mark's elevator reached the basement and he and his sluts walked down the hallway to the damned cold-Iron box-the Matmown. The iron walls shown with a blinding, white light. The Prayers inscribed on the metal burned with the ferocity of the stars, flooding the Shadows with pure, painful light. The door to the Matmown lay open, not that it mattered; I still couldn't enter it, not from the Shadows.

The door closed and I wanted to howl in frustration. They were going to move on me, I just knew it. Ever since they sent Sam to France, my name had barely been spoken. They were avoiding making plans, knowing I could spy on them from the Shadows and overhear whatever they said.

My mind whirled. I was only weeks away from being powerful enough to challenge them. Damn that slattern Sam! How did Mark ever find someone so competent?

"Isn't it funny how much time you spend lurking in the Abyss."

Lucifer mocked from behind me. I almost jumped, but eons spent in the Abyss taught me to suppress any sign of weakness. "You spent all that energy to escape, and yet here you are. Why did you even bother?"

I could feel his radiance on my back. "What I do is none of your business. I am yours no longer."

"Why would I interfere. Everything you do serves my purpose."

I ground my teeth in frustration. He was always so smug, so sure that events danced to his lyre. I turned to face him; trying not to flinch before his radiance. He had to shine as bright as his pride, and nothing in the universe was greater. "What if they're plotting against you, Lucifer. Who knows what Maryam told that slattern in France."

He shrugged. "I'll know soon enough."

"How" I asked suspiciously. "Not even you can penetrate a Matmown."

"I have a spy," he answered. "She has been with them for months. In their inner circle."

"Do you take me for a fool?" I demanded. "All the people around them are bound by the Zimmah spell."

His smile was condescending. "You should run along now and try to defend your little demesne before Mark takes it away from you."

Infuriated with Lucifer, I returned to my body. I sat up in my chair. Lana and Chantelle, my High Priestesses, knelt patiently. I wanted to slam my fist into the desk and screech out my rage and fear. But I had to maintain my calm, controlled exterior.

I am a Goddess.

I took two, deep breaths, trying to exhale all of my frustrations.

My gaze fell on blonde, voluptuous Lana. Her face was round, set with blue, sultry eyes. My lust stirred and I let my cock grow hard, expanding from my clit. My frustration needed an outlet and Lana's juicy sheath was the perfect place to release some pent-up energy.

"Lana," I said imperiously.