The devil's Pact - S01 E431

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The devil's Pact - S01 E431

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The Victors' Reward

Who were the Patriots? Who wrote their Manifesto? After the ravages of the Demon Wars, only speculation was left behind. The only clue that had survived was a paper that had purportedly been found in a safety deposit box in Philadelphia. On this paper were thirty-seven names, the supposed roster of the Patriots, and at the head of the list was the name Noel Heinrich. Noel had been an FBI Agent that had briefly fallen into the Tyrants' powers, one of the many women forced to be their sex-slave. No records survived to indicate what Noel's fate was after parting ways with the Tyrants in June of 2013.
–excerpt from 'The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy', by Tina Allard

Thursday, May 6th, 2014 – Samnag Soun – Qumran

My words trailed off as Alison hung up abruptly. I hoped she would be all right. I liked Alison. Besides being a great fuck, there was an honest enthusiasm about the slut.

“What a bitch,” Candy muttered, taking the satphone from me. “She should show you more respect, Sam.”

“I think it was a little intense where she was,” I shrugged, turning back to the black, iron wall we uncovered beyond the red stone. It was a Matmown. Excitement bubbled in me as the Palestinian laborers excavated it out, searching for the door. Something important must be buried here!

“Holy Vizier,” a laborer bowed; he wore a leather choker about his neck.

The worship of Mark and Mary was spreading, and the Muslim world was plunged into as much chaos, or even more, as the Christian world . Every day more and more Muslims abandoned their faith, and violence abounded in the Middle East as the two sides clashed. Every day suicide bombers killed dozens. The laborers were watched carefully by a squad of Rangers bound to Mark. We had vetted the laborers, they all were worshipers of Mark, but the Patriots, one of Lilith's daughters, or a fundamentalist could have infiltrated the laborers to try and harm us.

“Yes?” I asked.

“We found the door,” he answered.

Excitement bubbled through me, set my hands trembling, as I followed the man along the side of the half-buried wall to a door that had been dug out. “You are all dismissed for the day,” I told the laborer. “Candy will pay you.”

“Of course, Holy Vizier,” he bowed.

I forced myself to wait until the laborers were all gone, standing before the iron door. Candy slipped into the excavation, a grin plastered on her face, and she enthusiastically hugged and kissed me. I ran my hand through her dyed hair, half-blue and half-pink, as we kissed. I was excited, my cock hard as Candy wiggled against me. But that could wait.

“Let's open it!” I exclaimed.

A pair of Rangers pried the door open with crowbars, the metal hinges protesting. It smelled like rust inside, and I pulled out my flashlight, shining the bright, LED light around it. There was a plinth, and an unrolled scroll resting atop it. It looked like papyrus, and I could see faded, brown writing on it. I walked forward, examining the scroll without touching it. Candy told the Rangers to wait outside, then had them close the door.

“Is it what we need?” Candy asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“It's written in Aramaic,” I answered, starting to translate as I read. “Its style reminds me of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

“Mary says our copy is incomplete,” Candy pointed out. “And look at the scroll, the right side is torn, but the left side is more even.”

She was right. “This is the end of a scroll. They used to write books on long rolls of papyrus or parchment. This looks like the final passages of a book.” I bent down and found Lucifer's name written, and I smiled. “This is it!”

Candy squealed in excitement, throwing her arms around my neck, and kissed me exuberantly. Very exuberantly! Her lips hot, and her tongue lithe; she tasted sweet, and my cock ached for her as she ground her crotch against me. Her fingers fumbled at the loose, canvas pants I wore, popping the button off so she could snake her hand in and grasp my hardening cock. Our six month's in Israel, perusing through dried texts, had left little time for fooling around. The dam on my lust broke; we no longer needed to deny ourselves. Drunk on our success, I let the flashlight drop to the floor, its light waving wildly about the dark, metal room as it skittered across the floor.

“Oh, Sam,” she husked, nibbling at my neck. “I need you in me! I'm so horny!”

I found the button for her pants, unsnapped it, and struggled to push them off her hips. She wiggled, helping me, and my hands found her naked ass; I gave her soft cheeks a squeeze. I burned to stick my cock in her, and to feel her tight, wet tunnel squeezing on my shaft. Her pants were tangled around her feet, stuck on her hiking boots.

“I need to be in you,” I moaned.

“Let me get my boots off,” Candy said, pulling away and letting go of my cock.

“No, get on your knees.”

“Umm, that sounds fun,” she giggled, kneeling on the hard metal floor. I knelt behind her, ignoring the hard metal, and slapped her ass. She squealed, looking back at me, her beautiful face lit on the right side by the flashlight. “Fuck me, Sam. Make me your bitch!”

I drove into her wet cunt, groaning loudly. “You are my bitch!” I groaned. “Mark gave you to me!”

“Yes, yes!” she panted. “Your bitch! I love it! I love being yours!”

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her cunt gripping my cock as I plowed in and out of her. I slapped her ass; she cooed loudly, and thrust her hips back into me. Her passion grew, and she wildly tossed her multicolored hair about.

“Fuck your bitch!” she moaned over and over. “Make me howl! Make me cum! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yes!” Her cunt convulsed about my cock, and she threw back her head and yelled as loud as possible as her powerful orgasm exploded through her.

I smacked her ass. “Howl bitch!” I groaned. “Keep squeezing your cunt, bitch. Make me cum!”

“I'll make you explode!” Candy husked, rolling her hips and clamping down with her cunt. “Fill me up with your cum! Yes, yes, I'll drain you dry!”

Our flesh slapped together, my ovaries boiling with passion. I gripped her hips, and pounded her cunt, driving my cock as hard as I could into her depths. I needed to cum! I needed to release that pressure, and spill my girl-cum inside my sweet Candy. My body tensed as my eruption drew closer and closer, and then every nerve in my body exploded, and I flooded my little bitch's cunt.

“Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again!” Candy cried, her body collapsing onto the iron floor as she quivered; a flood of my cum and hers flowed from her cunt, leaking white onto the black metal. She rolled onto her back and reached up, pulling me down and kissed me on the lips. “Mmmh, that was great,” she purred. “I needed that so bad.”

“So did I,” I sighed, resting my head on her full breasts beneath her tight t-shirt. “I love you,” I whispered sleepily.

I felt her body tense. “Really?” she asked.

I didn't mean to say it, but I looked her in the eyes, stroked her face. “Yeah, I guess I do. Ever since France.”

She smiled, “I love you, too.”

Our kiss was spectacular, fireworks exploding between our lips, and I let myself get lost in her soft touches. I kissed every inch of her face from her chin up to her brow, getting her cute little nose in the process, then I captured her sweet lips again. So wonderful, so soft. I stroked her pale cheek with my dark finger.

“Umm, Sam,” Candy said, sounding a little embarrassed as she broke our soulful kiss, “my ass is freezing. This floor is kinda cold.”

I laughed and slipped off of her, pulling up my pants after letting my dick shrink back into a little clit. Candy stood up and wiggled her tight pants over her hips. I retrieved the flashlight, and went back to the scroll.

“Why do you follow his orders?” Candy asked suddenly, hugging me from behind.

“Whose orders?” I asked, not really paying attention as I translated the text in my head.

“Mark's!” There was so much heat in her voice.

“Why wouldn't I follow his orders, I'm his vizier.”

Candy turned me about. “You could be so much more.” She grasped my hands, pulling them up to her lips and gently kissing them. “Mark would be nothing without you. You could make a deal with Lucifer and take his place. Or you can make one with another demon.”

I frowned at her. “But I don't want to,” I said.

“Are you sure you're content with being his errand bitch?”

I swallowed, staring into her eyes. Was I content following his orders, doing all the hard work for him? I felt off-balance, not sure what to say. “Grab the scroll case,” I told her.

“Think about it,” she whispered, stroking my hands. “You could be so amazing. I could be your Mary, standing at your side, guiding you to the greatness due you.”

“Just grab the scroll case,” I told her, my thoughts whirling. Could I betray Mark? Could I have his power? Did I even want his power? Candy dug around in her satchel, and found the scroll case, a tube of plastic, and hurried over.

What should I do?

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