The devil's Pact - S01 E389

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The devil's Pact - S01 E389

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 389

"Yes, my Goddess?" she asked.

"Attend me."

She rose gracefully, dressed in a flowery dress and a light, blue sweater. She shrugged off the sweater and pulled her dress over her head. Her breasts were round; large nipples pierced with gold rings. My eyes feasted on her plump curves. Her heavy breasts swayed as she walked around to my side of the desk and bent over. I touched her ass and she gasped, shaking as an orgasm swept through her, filling the air with the most delicious of scents -a woman's arousal.

I savored her tart, tangy fragrance as my own, tight red dress dissolved into mist.

"Use my naughty cunt to relieve yourself," she purred.

Chantelle undressed as well. She had the slim, lithe body of a ballerina, with a porcelain face framed by short, black hair. I could smell her arousal as well, a sweet musk adding to Lana's bouquet. A cock gently swelled from Chantelle's clit, and Lana reached out and grasped her wife's dick.

"I need relief too, my love," Chantelle purred in her melodic, Quebecois accent.

"Gladly," Lana answered and pulled her wife's cock into her lips.

Lana's cunt was shaved, her labia engorged and dark with passion. I shoved my cock deep into her sheath. My Lust flooded Lana, traveling through her body and sending her cunt to convulse about my dick, before my Lust passed through her body and into Chantelle's.

"Drink my cum!" Chantelle moaned as my Lust triggered her climax, gripping Lana's blonde hair and shoving her cock deep into her wife's hungry lips.

I pounded Lana's cunt. My Lust kept her cumming, her delightful tunnel massaging my cock, slowly building my orgasm. Chantelle fucked Lana's mouth, finding a rhythm with me. We'd thrust into Lana at the same time, filling her up with the cocks she loved. Chantelle's eyes squeezed shut, her small, apple-sized breasts jiggling as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her, pumping blast after blast of cum into Lana's mouth.

"My beautiful Lana," she moaned. "Swallow my load! Oh fuck, I'm cumming again!" Chantelle's finger reached down, scooping some white cum that leaked from Lana's lips. She stared at the glistening drop, then licked her finger clean.

Such a nasty sight. I reached out, grasping Chantelle's head, and pulled her lips to mine. They were sweet and salty, and the slut moaned her passion into my mouth as my tongue explored her. When I broke the kiss she wore a foolish, drunk look. She gasped and moaned, flooding her wife's mouth with more jizz.

"My Goddess," she panted. Thank you!"

I cupped one of my heavy, perfect breasts, and Chantelle latched onto my nipple. I let my milk flow and she nursed eagerly. She sucked, pleasure arcing through me, joining the growing storm in my womb. I fucked Lana harder, her tight pussy gripping me like velvet glove. I exulted in her wet, spongy flesh. I was the Goddess of Lust, and Lana and Chantelle fervently worshiped me. I drank in their lust; I breathed in the sweet, musky odor of sex thick in the air. I didn't need to eat or sleep-I just needed to drink lust.

Primal, vital lust.

The storm raged inside me then surged out my dick into Lana's pussy. Her cunt spasmed on my cock as my cum squirted into her. I moaned; my glorious release trembled throughout my body, and i forgot all about my problems in this one, rapturous instance.

I collapsed into my chair, my breasts heaving. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply the musk that filled my office. My body tingled with energy, restoring what I expanded to send my spirit to the Abyss.

I have a spy.

Lucifer's words interrupted my reverie. Did he really have a spy? Impossible. All those sluts around Mark were bound to him. None would betray him. Not when the bastard and his slattern holds their life-force in the palm of their hands. Lucifer is just trying to keep me unbalanced.

I opened my eyes and saw Lana's messy cunt slowly leaking my black cum and I could hear the two sluts kissing. "Hmm, thank you," purred Lana. "I love our Goddess's milk."

"You're welcome," Chantelle answered. "Do you have something to give me?"

"I do," Lana answered, moving around the desk. She perched her curvy ass on my desk. Chantelle knelt before her and I could hear the messy sounds of cunnilingus. "Oh yes!" Lana moaned. "You wonderful woman! I love you!"

"How is Tir progressing?" I asked. "Has she perfected it yet?"

"No, my Goddess," Lana reported, her voice thick with lust. Tir was my daughter by Fatima. "It's not transmitting effectively. She thinks another few weeks to fine tune it." I didn't really think there would have been some miraculous breakthrough in the last few hours.

It wasn't good news. I didn't have a few weeks. I closed my eyes again, thinking. Mark would be coming after me. I would have to stall him somehow, and give Tir the time she needed to complete her work, and for my army in Africa to be born. But that wouldn't take care of Mark himself. I'd need something else.

I smiled. The daggers of Mispach. Forged by Cain from a falling star. Any wound from one of those cursed daggers produce a wound so fatal, no power could heal it. They were lost to time. First she'd need to get some breathing room; time to search out one of the daggers.

"Umm, let me taste our Goddess's seed," cooed Lana.

The sounds of their kissing distracted me. When opened my eyes, I found them locked in a passionate embrace. Their relationship was young, their love still burned hot. I could feel the lust bleeding off both of them, calling to me. Lana moaned low and throaty as Chantelle sheathed her cock in the blonde.

Their lust stirred my passions, hardening my cock.

I glided gracefully around the desk, my cock waving hard before me. Chantelle's slim ass pumped as she fucked Lana, muscles flexing. I touched the small of her back. I held back my Lust, wanting my priestesses to be relatively clearheaded. Chantelle looked at me over her shoulder, an inviting smile on her face. My cock found her wet cunt, and I drove hard into her, pushing Chantelle's dick deep into Lana.

"I have a plan, Priestesses," I groaned, savoring the feel of her pussy.

To be continued...