The devil's Pact - S01 E421

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The devil's Pact - S01 E421

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 421

Mark – Mall Field, WA

The backup VIP plane touched down safely at Mall Field, a new airport built by the Army Core of Engineers. With Seattle fallen to Lilith, Boeing Field was in her hands and Sea-Tac lay too close, so we had the airport built where the South Hill Mall used to lay before being bulldozed down last December. We had claimed most of South Hill for the Theocracy, as our empire was being called, moving out the residents. We were pouring resources into building up the seat of our government. Mall Field was half completed; temporary buildings had been erected to serve as the hangar and terminals, and only one runway had been constructed so far.

No-one was seriously injured in our crash landing in Anchorage, and within the hour we were airborne on the backup plane, an almost identical version of Air Force One. It was part of the fleet of planes that traveled with me, ready in case something went wrong with the main plane. The remaining flight down to Washington State was thankfully uneventful.

“Mark!” Mary shouted, waddling as fast as her pregnancy would allow.

I hugged her gently, cautious of her round belly pressing against me and not wanting to hurt our unborn daughter, then I kissed her and rested a hand on her belly. Mary's hand rested on mine, and baby Chasity gave a kick. “She's as excited to see you as I am,” my wife laughed.

I smiled, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

The women traveling with me were greeted by their loved ones. Leah was wrapped-up into a three way hug with her spouses, Jacob and Rachel, and one of the maids hugged her husband, who worked maintenance on our planes. Not wanting to split up couples, we found work for any of the maids' or other employees' spouses. Xiu embraced Korina warmly; the two sluts had become close the last few months. Violet found her girlfriend Cindy, one of the maids who accompanied me. April watched the pair with a disgusted look on her face.

From what I gathered, Violet and April started dating last August, but it all fell apart in February when Violet was caught cheating on April with Cindy. Since then, April has spent many nights crying on Mary's lap.

Jessica gave me a warm hug and a kiss, followed by April. Alison and Desiree weren't here, they must be out hunting down Warlocks. They only stopped in once every few weeks; both women had changed, becoming more graceful, lean, and confident, but there was a hard edge to them. After Desiree's rape by Brandon last September, both had a bitter hatred of other Warlocks.

“Welcome back, Master,” Violet smiled, pointedly ignoring April, and throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me.

Mary, the sluts, and I piled into the back of one of our armored limos, with Mary cuddling up next to me. April and Violet, shooting each other dirty glances, sat as far apart as possible. I was getting tired of it. I wanted my sluts to love each other. “April, Violet.”

“Yes, Master,” they said, almost in unison, then glared at each other.

“I want you two to sit next to each other.” Neither looked pleased as the sluts rearranged themselves. “Now, you both are slut-sisters, and it's time you forgave each other.”

“Why do I need to forgive her?” April pouted. “She cheated on me.”

“I'm sorry,” Violet whispered. “It's just there's something really special about Cindy. I didn't want to hurt you or disappoint you. I still care about you.”

“Whatev,” April muttered.

“April, she can't help whom she falls in love with,” Mary gently said. “You'll meet someone special and understand. I've seen the way Hayfa looks at you.” Hayfa was one of Willow's nurses, a willowy Arab woman who made the most delightful moans when she cums.

April glanced at Violet, and sighed. “Fine, I'm sorry for being a bitch to you.”

“And I'm really sorry for the pain I caused you,” Violet answered. “I just... I didn't want to disappoint you, but I ended up making it worse.”

“I think you two should kiss,” I said.

Violet turned to April, staring cutely at her and stroking April's bushy, brown hair, then she caught April's chin and kissed her on the lips. April sat stiffly for a moment, then she relaxed and kissed Violet back. I loved watching my two cute, innocent, schoolgirl sluts kissing.

April licked her lips when they broke the kiss. “Did you ever love me, Violet?”

“I thought I did, but then I met Cindy,” Violet answered, a smile blossoming on her lips. “Whenever I saw her, my heart would thud so loud, and whenever we're apart I would think about her. I was happy just being in her presence. We didn't have to be making love, or even talking; just being in the same room was enough. I realized I just lusted for you, April.”

“Wow,” April whispered. “That sound so intense.”

“It is,” Violet answered. “It's like she...um...”

“Completes you?” Mary asked, and smiled fondly at me. As corny as it sounded, I couldn't help but smile back at my wife.

“Yeah,” Violet grinned.

“Now that you two have made up,” I smiled. “Show me just how much you love each other.”

Violet gave a wicked grin, then she deftly unbuttoned April's white blouse – she was dressed as a naughty schoolgirl – and exposed her full breasts and dark nipples. A bead of milk formed as Violet caressed her nipple, then bent down and sucked some of the nerdy slut's sweet, motherly liquid.

“Oh, yes!” April sighed.

Mary rubbed my hard shaft, then reached across my lap and grasped Xiu's nipple piercing, yanking the Asian slut towards my shaft. Xiu gasped and smiled, then sucked my cock into her lips. I kissed my wife – she always liked to see that I was getting satisfaction – then I went back to watching the cute teens as I enjoyed my slut's sucking mouth.

Violet, also dressed as a naughty schoolgirl, had her blouse open now. Her breasts, still tiny A cups, beaded with milk as she nursed April's C cups. April had swelled up two cup sizes with her pregnancy, but Violet's had barely grown at all, though she could still produce as much milk as Korina. April gasped as Violet fingered her pussy beneath her red-and-green tartan skirt. The limo was filled with the heady aroma of pussy and the sweet scent of breast milk.

April pulled Violet's mouth up, and kissed her milk-filled mouth with passion, white liquid running down their chins. Watching one woman taste her own breast milk on another woman's lips was fucking hot, and I almost came in Xiu's mouth. The nerdy slut kissed down Violet's neck; it was her turn to taste Violet's breast milk. She cooed, running her hands through April's bushy, brown hair. April's cheeks hollowed as she nursed hard, bringing moans of delight from Violet.

“Yes, yes! Suckle, April! Drink my motherly love! I love it!”

“Oh, Mistress!” moaned Korina.

I looked over to see my wife nursing at Korina's heavy tit while the doll-faced slut fingered my wife's pussy. I grinned; this was the life! Lillian knelt before April and grasped a nipple, and sucked at the nerdy slut's tit, drinking her breast milk with noisy gulps.

Mary suddenly turned, milk on her lips, and kissed me. Sweet milk and her agile tongue filled my lips. It was too much. I came. Xiu swallowed, sucking the last of my cum from my dick as I kissed my wife and savored my slut's breast milk. I couldn't wait to try Mary's. My wife gasped into my lips, quivering beside me as her climax rippled through her.

Violet and April gasped and panted, taking turns nursing each other until they exploded on the other's fingers. They leaned together, panting, milk leaking from their red nipples and running white down their bodies. I leaned over and licked a trail up from each of them. Their breast milk all tasted slightly different: Korina was very sweet, April was mild, and Violet's had a richer flavor.

The limo turned onto the gravel driveway – only temporary – that led to our mansion. It was an imposing structure, made of dark wood and stone with a huge porch supported by basalt pillars, reminiscent of government buildings. It was three stories tall, with two, long wings, only two stories tall, flanking the sides. Gardeners were everywhere, landscaping the grounds, and stopped to kneel as our limo passed. Most of the gardeners were men that were boyfriends or husbands of the various women that served us: the maids, bodyguards, and technical staff.

A pair of maids waited on the porch and opened the door to the limo. “Master, Mistress,” they purred, curtsying. They were all so lovely, and I admired their breasts through their mesh bodices. I climbed out first, then helped my pregnant wife.

“Looking good,” I said as we walked in.

Mary had been busy decorating: paintings, vases, statues, and other art objects decorated the hallway as we headed to the east wing and our suite. We had our own living room at the entrance to our suite, a huge bathroom with a jacuzzi – those had become Mary's best friend in the last trimester of her pregnancy – a spacious bedroom, an office for me, an art studio for Mary, and a nursery for our soon-to-be born daughter.

The moment we entered our suite, Mary turned and kissed me with passion, her tongue eagerly probing my mouth. Her arms wrapped around my neck, hugging me tightly, and my hands found the hem of her dark-blue maternity dress, hiking it up and giving her plump ass a squeeze. It had been a week since I'd seen my wife, and we were both missing each other. We shared our dreams, but it was more satisfying in the flesh.

Mary broke the kiss so I could pull her dress over her head, then I took a step back to admire her naked body. She looked radiant. Despite her large, round stomach, she wasn't fat, and her skin had a lustrous shine to it. Her breasts were full, still perky, her areolas had grown larger, and a red tint darkened her dusky nipples.

“So beautiful,” I whispered.

“Even when I'm all fat and ugly?” she asked.

“You are not ugly. I missed you so much, Mare.”

She smiled, and asked, “Even with all those hot, little Japanese schoolgirls begging to be fucked?”

“Well, they did help ease my loneliness,” I said with a grin. “I should have brought a few home.”

“Yes, you should have,” she smiled. “I expect you to make it up to me.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

I kissed her, than picked her up and carried her to our bedroom, and gently set her down on the bed. Her hands found my cock and stroked it as she laid on her back. “Umm, I need a cock in me.”

“I think I can help with that.”

I laid down next to her, kissing her, my tongue probing her sweet mouth. I carefully leaned over her to keep my weight off her stomach, her hard nipples pressing against my chest. Her lips were wet, and very playful as she kissed me and nibbled on my lips, using her tongue to play with mine. I could feel some of the tension from the attack melt away. Her kisses grew more passionate as my left hand roamed her body. Her skin was silk and I enjoyed touching her all over, before my hand found her full breast, and gave it a squeeze.

“Mmm, I need you in me,” Mary purred, rolling onto her side.