The devil's Pact - S01 E394

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The devil's Pact - S01 E394

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 394

"At once, Mistress."

Mark entered the room looking as contrite as a young boy about to be scolded. He walked over to the bed and knelt down, grasping my arm. I almost pulled away from him; I was still just a little angry at him.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you or taunted you," Mark admitted. "Lilith scares me. I'm afraid she's going to hurt you. I couldn't bear that." There were tears in his eyes. "I would do anything to protect you, risk anything."

My heart softened, I grasped his face, pulled him down, and kissed him. "I forgive you."

He relaxed, tension melting out of his shoulders and face, and I pulled him up into bed with me; we hugged. "I really think we need to neutralize her power. And kill her daughters. I'm not sure we can wait that long."

He was right. I sighed, "I know."

"We'll be careful, move slowly. Take no risks."

"We shouldn't be talking about this here," I reminded him. I snuggled closer to him. I opened my mouth, wanting to tell him about my desire, then snapped it shut. I could still remember the disgust in his eyes the first time he saw Lilith conjure her cock, and the relief he felt when I lied and said I wasn't interested.

"What?" he asked, a little wary.

"Nothing," I sighed.

He pressed, stroking my cheek. "What, Mare?"

I bit my lip, took a deep breath. "I was thinking about the day Lilith gave me a cock"

Mark stiffened for a moment. "Okay," he carefully said, I could feel the tension ratcheting his body tight.

"Sometimes..." took a deep breath. "Sometimes I think about having one again."

He looked at me, his mind whirling. "....I don't know what to say."

"It would make you uncomfortable, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "It's kinda hot watching Sam, but..."

"It's weird."

He nodded. "If it's something you really want... I guess I could adjust

I smiled at him. "No, it's not something I really want. I just think about it sometimes."

He relaxed. "I would still love you," he whispered. "Nothing could change that."

But would you still desire me? didn't want to find out. "Kiss me," I told him, my hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

He hesitated until my thumb brushed the head of his cock, and then his lips glued to mine and I lost myself in the the feel of his lips, the scratch of his whiskers, his musk. Why ruin this? threw my arms around his neck, pulling him on top of me, I may have wanted to be on top when tribbing Jessica, but it was so much more pleasant to be on the bottom to get fucked by Mark, feeling his comforting weight on top of me.

I would have to enjoy this as much as possible. Once my belly grew too big, we'd have to find other positions to use to make love.

My legs parted, and I guided him into me. Glorious pleasure coursed through me as his cock sank into my wet depths. My nipples rubbed on his muscular chest as he gently made love to me. His cock drove away my dark fantasy as it pumped inside me. How could I want my own dick when I enjoyed Mark's filling me up so damned much?

I slid a hand down to his ass, gave him a squeeze. My husband picked up the pace. My hips rotated, driving up to meet his thrusts. His hand caressed my thigh, moving up to brush my baby bump, then I sighed as he found my breast, his fingers tenderly played with my nipple. The pleasure radiated out, mingled with the fire burning in my cunt.

My orgasm was long, gentle, and I shuddered as my husband kept spearing me. I moaned into his lips, and savored the power of his thrusts. His strokes grew harder, churning me up as his pleasure mounted. I couldn't wait to feel his cum filling me. Another orgasm quickly built within me as my clit mashed into his groin, sparking pleasure throughout my body.

His butt flexed beneath my hand as I inched my fingers down his crack. I found his asshole, teased it gently. His thrusts grew more urgent as I slipped a finger inside his ass, questing for his prostrate. I found it, massaged, and Mark slammed hard into my cunt, his body going rigid above me; I reveled in that fantastic feeling of his cum squirting into me. My pussy clamped down on his cock as my second orgasm exploded hard through me.

"Umm, that was delicious," I purred, nuzzling his neck.

"I love you," he whispered, rolling off me.

I smiled, snuggling into him. "Will you hold me while sleep? don't want to have any nightmares, my love." placed my head on his chest, taking comfort from his heartbeat, his breathing.

His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me, protecting me.

Loving me.

Monday, November 11th, 2013-Mark Glassner - Tacoma, WA

It was eerie watching Predator drone footage of Seattle. It was IR, white on black, and all the people seemed black smears against bright streets. A green box was centered on one woman - Lamia, who appeared to be controlling the Mayor of Seattle, Craig Erikson, for the last two months walking into a dilapidated warehouse in the industrial part of Seattle near the port.

To think finding Lilith would be so simple. The warehouse was warded with spells, and Lamia took a circuitous route to it, checking carefully for tails. All it took to follow her was a remotely piloted aircraft orbiting high above Seattle, almost impossible to spot with the naked eye. It didn't matter how careful she was, the drone had her in its sight, the software on board capable of recognizing her face and tracking her across the entire city.

Lamia, a beautiful, otherworldly beauty. We were pretty sure she was Lilith.

"We've seen her go to this warehouse twice, my Lord," Colonel Abbey, the G3, or operations officer, for the Legion stated. "We've parked a drone over the warehouse, and women have been streaming in and out of it all weekend. There are sentries posted on the roof, and others guarding the entrances. We didn't see any weapons in evidence."

"They'll be Lilith's daughters," Sam supplied. "They are weapons. All of them will be extremely dangerous. Even with the Legion's blessings from Mark, your men will have a tough battle."

"My men can handle it." General Brooks, the commander of my Legion, stated with confidence.

We were all seated in the Matmown. Mary and I, our sluts and advisers, and General Brooks and his staff, watching a TV that had been set up. Because the room was made of iron, radio signals Inside here were spotty at best. No wires could be run through the walls for fear of compromising the integrity of the room, so we couldn't watch any live Predator drone feeds. The TV itself was powered off a 'Baghdad Battery' as Sam dubbed her latest Invention she had created over the weekend. It put out the power of a small generator, without filling the room up with carbon monoxide and killing us all.

It was also a lot quieter than a generator. Which was a blessing given that we were in an iron box.

"Is your plan ready, General?" I asked.

"Yes, my Lord. Colonel." The General motioned to Abbey.

Colonel Abbey rolled out a map, quickly unfurling it. He placed weights on the corners to hold it down. It was a detailed map of King County, and there were numerous markings and lines drawn around the city of Seattle that seemed to Indicate troop movements. And ship movements. There were markings in the Puget Sound and Lake Washington. The City of Seattle sat on an isthmus with Puget Sound and Elliot Bay on its west side and Lake Washington on its east side.

He ran through the plan in a few minutes. It was really simple. Units would be deployed to cut off Seattle along Highway 405 in the south and Highway 104 in the north. Other units would guard the two floating bridges that crossed Lake Washington while the Navy would blockade the Port of Seattle. Other units would occupy the city itself, taking key points: the Mayor's house, City Hall, Seattle P.D. precincts, and the warehouse.

"Make sure your men know whom they're shooting at," I ordered. "Lilith must not be killed. Any extraordinarily beautiful women should be captured, no matter the cost."

"Of course, my Lord," Colonel Abbey nodded.