The devil's Pact - S01 E422

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The devil's Pact - S01 E422

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 422

Making love with a pregnant wife could be awkward, and we found it was most comfortable for Mary on her side. I grabbed a pillow and she slipped it under her stomach for support, then I spooned her from behind, her legs parting, and my hard shaft rubbed through her waxed pussy lips. I found the right angle, and drove slowly into her, savoring her tight pussy and her sweet moans.

“I missed your cunt,” I whispered in her ear as I slowly thrust into her sheath.

She grabbed my hand and brought it up to her breast, right on her hard nipple. I rubbed her nub, nuzzling at her neck. “Ohh, Mark! Umm, stir me up with your big cock.” I smiled; Mary loved to talk about my big cock, even if it wasn't that big of a dick. I drove it into her a little harder, and she gasped, pressing back into me.

I sucked at her neck as her cunt massaged my cock, and listened to her moans. I rolled her nipple between my fingers, and felt a little moisture on my finger as some colostrum – first milk – leaked out. Mary rolled her hips, awkwardly fucking me back; the pitch of her moans went up an octave. She was nearing an orgasm, and I slipped my hand from her breast down between her legs; I found her hard clit nestled in her damp folds.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh, Mark! Oh, God, yes!” she cried out as she orgasmed, her cunt becoming a vice on my cock as her back arched back into me. “Umm, you did good, stud,” she purred over her shoulder at me, dimples appearing in her cheeks as she smiled.

I leaned over and kissed her lips, still driving my cock into her, my fingers still diddling her little pearl. “I bet I can make you cum harder.”

“Um, then you better start fucking me harder, my randy stallion!”

“Naughty filly!” I growled, and slammed my cock hard into her pussy.

“Oh, God, keep doing that and I'll explode!” she cried out. “Fuck me!”

My groin slapped against her ass, my cock enjoying every inch of her hot, velvety hole as it slid in and out. My finger ground a hard circle on her clit, lubed by her juices. The sweet, spicy scent of her arousal filled my nose, filling me with a heady, almost drunk feeling and spurring me to fuck her harder and harder. I was close to cumming, so I worked her clit harder. Every time I pinched her little nub, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock.

“Fuck me, stud, fuck me!” Mary howled. “Make me cum! Ride your filly hard!”

I rode her hard. She exploded on me, her juices drenching my groin as her cunt convulsed on my cock, sucking the cum right out of my balls. “Fucking hell!” I grunted as I unloaded in her spasming sheath.

We were a sweaty mess as we cuddled on the bed, breathing heavily, and just enjoying each other's presence. I gently kissed and nuzzled her neck, brushing errant strands of auburn hair off her drenched cheeks. My hands slid up, and I massaged her shoulders.

“Ohh, that's nice,” Mary sighed.

“How's your back?” I asked her.

“Sore.” I slid away from her and started kneading my way down her back. “Lower,” she murmured. I complied, working the strain out of her lower back. “I think you missed your true calling.”

“What? As a masseuse?” I asked.

She gave a peal of laughter. “You're not a woman, Mark.”

I frowned. “What?”

“It's a masseur when it's a man,” she giggled. “And no, I was thinking of a gigolo after that fucking you just gave me. Emm, it was nice.”

I laughed. “You weren't half bad yourself.”

“Ohh, what are you saying, that I'm a whore?”

I froze. “Um, no, I didn't mean...”

She was laughing, a teasing look on her face. She rolled slowly over to face me, stroking my muscular chest, her smile fading. “You still feel tense. Lie on your stomach.”

Mary straddled my ass as I laid on my stomach, and she started giving me a massage, her hands surprisingly strong as she dug into my muscles. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” Mary asked, softly.

“The Patriots attacked,” I shrugged. “It happens all too often.”

“You've never felt this tense after one of their attacks.”

“I was helpless,” I admitted. “Just sitting in my seat as we limped back into Anchorage. The plane was shaking, the engines on fire. Joslyn thought we might have to ditch in the water.” I could feel the memory of that helpless terror bubbling up. “With all my powers, there was absolutely nothing I could do. I couldn't fix the plane. I certainly couldn't fly it. Fuck, Mare, it seemed like an eternity before we landed. All I could do was hold 27's hand.”

“Shh, it's okay,” she soothed, and I realized I was shaking.

“What if I had died, then you'd...” my voice trailed off. When Mary had made her Pact, she tied her life to mine. I had wished to live a long, healthy life and maybe that's why I've had so many close calls. But I never specified how long I wanted to live. Just a long life. Demons were crafty bastards, and it's possible I could die tomorrow and the Devil could just claim that he thought eleven months was a long life for a mortal.

“We're going to hell when we die, aren't we?” Mary's voice was full of fright.

“Probably,” I answered. “We made our choice, and one day the bill's going to come due.”

“What if there was a way to be immortals?” she asked, digging into my back. “If we never die, we never have to pay the price.”

“How?”

“I had Sam look into it after Brandon's attack,” she explained. “The Magicks of the Witch of Endor hinted at the spell. Well, last night she called. She found the Eylowm ritual in the Dead Sea Scrolls.” Mary swallowed. “It involves our daughter.”

“Oh.” Our daughter?

“Because you're a guy. Like how you have to use your mom for the Zimmah spell. So when she grows up...”

“I see.”

“I'm sure she'll want to,” she quickly added. “And since I've tied my life to yours, well, we'll both benefit.”

“So nothing could kill us? That seems a little powerful.”

“Well, there is one person that could,” Mary admitted. “But I don't see what could make our daughter want to kill you.”

“Okay,” I answered. I smiled; we could sidestep the whole issue entirely. We just had to survive at least another sixteen years.

“What are we going to do about this new attack?” Mary asked after a moment of silence. “Should we abandon plane travel?”

“We need to speak to Sam. We have to find a way to keep those aerials off the plane.”

“I'll have...ohhh...”

“What's wrong, Mare?”

“Oh, nothing, I think little Chasity's excited, she's sure...um...” I glanced over my shoulder, and Mary had a grimace of pain on her face. “Just some cramps.”

“Do you need anything?” I asked her.

“No, no, I'm fine.”

She kept massaging me, sliding down my ass as she kneaded my lower back. Mary groaned again. “Um, hun,” she said, a little excitement in her voice.

“Yeah?”

“I think I'm going into labor.”

I blinked at her. “What?” I asked, my mind suddenly racing a mile a minute.

“Yeah, I'm in labor.”

“Right. We need to...um...what?” My mind was completely blank. Women in labor go somewhere. I should know this.

“The hospital,” Mary offered.

“Of course. Right, the hospital.” Then I smiled. “We're having a baby.”

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