Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 454

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

June 6th, 2054 – Mark Glassner

It was after midnight when I stepped through the portal into the mansion. I had just left Paris. My little sister, Antsy, who administered Europe with Via, her wife, had captured a few agitators. The last few weeks, a strain had cracked across the Theocracy. People were snapping out of our control, questioning our authority, and trying to lure people to gatherings.

It was worrisome. It seemed a few Nuns were roaming the world, freeing Thralls. 51 had delivered on her promise, and had doubled the bodyguard. But six hundred wasn't enough to police the world. And they were spread thin, a compliment protecting each of the fourteen Administrative Districts, protecting my Governors as well as the local Bishops who shepherded the faithful. Twenty-eight different places to guard, in addition to our Mansion and the Cathedral, the ecclesiastical center of the Church.

“My Lord,” Pearl bowed as I entered the mansion.

Pearl had been the Chief Maid since we had founded them forty years ago. Her charges curtsied as they welcomed me home. One took my jacket, damp with rain, while a second handed me a warm cup of tea. I admired all my maids' practically exposed breasts beneath their transparent blouses, and fondled a pair, as I drank my tea. It warmed me up; Paris had been miserable, a fierce thunderstorm drenching the city.

“Where's my wife?”

“Your bedroom, my Lord,” Pearl answered. “She was still up the last I knew.”

I handed the cup to Pearl, and strode through the mansion. The bodyguards that accompanied me to Paris all headed off to their barracks. One of them kissed a maid, her wife, with some passion, pulling the maid along with her.

A pair of bodyguards stood at attention flanking our suite's door. They saluted; I gave them each a grope, bringing a smile to their faces, and went inside. A pair of maids leapt to their feet, curtsying, then helped strip me out of my wet clothes. I gave each a kiss and squeezed their naked asses, before opening the door to our bedroom.

“I thought you'd be asleep, Mare,” I said when I found her reading a book; one of the Twilight novels. I never understood how she could read that insipid trash over and over.

“I couldn't sleep after returning from Honolulu,” Mary sighed. “While I was meeting with Alice and her husband, the bodyguards found ten of these...agitators. A Nun has definitely gotten her hands on them.”

I crawled into bed with Mary. I still had mixed feelings about Alice, even if it wasn't entirely her fault for shooting me. And she had tried to get Mary to break-up with me. Well, I didn't have to like my wife's friends, even if one of them ruled Oceania for us.

I gave my wife a kiss and she snuggled up against me, her naked breast and hard nipple pressing against my muscular chest. “There's definitely more than one Nun,” I told her. “The three agitators my sister caught were all exorcised from our control. And yet they resisted my power. Some new prayer is protecting them from my wish.”

“The same in Honolulu. So at least two nuns are out there,” Mary sighed. “One in Paris, and one in Hawaii. And that's assuming one of them is Tina. Maybe Doug gave his gift to a woman?”

“I doubt Doug would let a woman murder him just to add one more nun into the world,” I pointed out.

“Right,” Mary nodded. “That stupid 'forgive your killer' clause the monks have. That still doesn't make sense to me.”

When a Monk's killed, he can choose to give his Gift to his killer. It's the only way they can pass on their powers. It seemed ridiculous; how do you forgive your killer? That seems like the hardest thing in the universe to do.

“Anyway, I think I know what happened last year,” I told her. “The Gift was returned, and then given to new people. It was given once, it stands to reason it could be given again.”

“Have you been talking to Sam?” Mary asked, eying me suspiciously.

“Nope. I came up with this all on my own.”

“Sure,” she nodded.

“I did,” I protested.

“Fine. You figured this out all on your own. I believe you,” she giggled, then sighed and frowned. “Well, that would explain where these nuns are coming from. But how did they do it?”

“Well, Doug and Tina have the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, right?”

“I believe that's what Maryam told me. It has been forty years, but I think that's what she said.” Mary shifted. “That would mean there's, what, one-hundred-and-forty-four new Monks and Nuns out there.”

“So why did they choose now to come crawling out of the rocks,” I groused. “What happened last year to change the status quo?”

Mary gave me a kiss, rubbing her body against me. “We can worry about that tomorrow. You do remember what today is?”

“What?” I asked, struggling to think.

“Why am I not surprised.” Mary rolled her eyes. “We met forty-one years ago, today. You made your Pact, then walked into my Starbucks and swept me off my feet.”

I smiled. “You were so beautiful as you stood trembling before me. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I never read that book I found in the library. Would we even have met?”

“Yes,” Mary declared. “We're soulmates. I talked to Azrael about that, years and years ago. Surely I told you?”

It was my turn to shake my head.

She gave me a look. “Are you getting senile in your old age? I'm sure I told you.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, it was during the Baal-zebub campaign,” she shrugged. “I seem to recall that was pretty hectic.”

That was an understatement. Baal-zebub had retreated from his stronghold in Austria to Switzerland. It had been such a mess to break through those passes. I could still remember leading troops through Gotthard Pass, and the bloodbath at the Devil's Bridge. Alison had broken the tide that day, leading her commandos up the cliff face without any climbing gear.

“Anyway, Azrael told me that Lucifer nudged you into summoning him, and that caused you to meet me a few weeks earlier. Apparently, I was going to catch my boyfriend cheating on me and then I'd bump into you and it all would have fallen into place.” She sighed. “I bet Chase wouldn't have walked away if we were just normal people.”

Mary was right; if we were normal, Chase would never have run off. Too late for that now. We were in too deep. If we freed the world, they would be howling for our blood. Mary and I had worked too long and too hard to escape Hell, we weren't about to lose it all now. Sure, I was immortal, but Mary could still be killed. She only was young and healthy as long as I was alive, but that wouldn't save her from getting shot in the head.

I kissed my wife as we shared our grief. I pulled her atop me; her lithe body writhed atop me as we kissed, her perky breasts rubbing against my muscular chest. My hands slid down her supple back, down to her plump ass, and gave her cheeks a squeeze. My cock was iron hard, pinned between our stomachs. Our kiss grew more and more passionate.

“After forty-one years, you still excite me,” I told her, stroking her auburn hair.

She smiled, her cheeks cutely dimpled, and said, “Feel how wet I am for you.”

Her pussy was a faucet, drenching my hand in her sweet, spicy juices. Her hands found my hard cock; her hips rose up, and she engulfed me. I was sliding into my wife's pussy, the place I loved to be. The best place in the world—inside my love. I cupped her left breast with my hand, enjoying the perky firmness as she slowly rose up my cock. I thumbed her nipples as she slid home; a soft sigh escaped her lips.

“My horny stallion,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against mine, her green eyes staring down with love.

“My naughty filly,” I whispered back, then grasped an auburn lock, pulling her face to mine, and kissed her tenderly as she slowly made love to me.

I let go of the stress of today, the uncertainty of our new foe, and the questions that churned inside of me. I let it all go until only my wife, and our fervent embrace, remained. I caressed her body, stoking her passions, while her pussy stoked mine. I kissed her fingers, sucked her nipples, and nuzzled at her neck, while her hips rose faster, adding twists and pivots that slid my cock through the silk of her sheath.

“Oh, Mare,” I groaned. “My sweet, beautiful filly. Cum for me! Let me feel your passion.”

“Yes, yes!” she panted as I stroked her thigh, feeling her toned muscles lift and lower her pussy on me. I thrust up to meet her, bouncing her up and watching her breasts rise and fall, her dusky nipples dancing through the air, a beautiful ballet. “Oh, Mark! Oh, my stallion!”

The ripples of her sheath on my sword were exquisite. The pleasure of her orgasm milked my cock, sending rapture surging through me. I clenched my teeth, driving up one last time into her sweet embrace, and spilled my love into her. Three large blasts of ecstasy.

“I love you,” she whispered, cuddling on my chest, my half-hard cock buried in her cunt.

I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead. “With all my heart, Mare.”

Mary's breath grew shallow as she drifted off to sleep in my arms. I held her, enjoying the feel of her chest rising and falling, the warmth of her breath, of her body, on my chest, and the beat of her heart pounding in rhythm with mine. My eyes were heavy. I let them close, feeling safe in the embrace of my wife. We'd face this new problem together.

Like we always had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~