The Devil's Pact Pt. 15

"Oh, yes, I can feel your magic!"

Her tongue wiggled into my pussy's depths, twirling about the sensitive walls. Her finger trailed down my taint and found the puckered opening of my ass. Her finger circled my tight sphincter and then pressed forward. The tight ring of my ass resisted for several heartbeats, and then her finger was in my back door, wiggling around in my ass. Her tongue slid up my slit, and flicked at my hard clit while her thumb plunged in and out of my cunt.

"Fuck!" I moaned.

Pixie fucked her thumb in my cunt and her finger up my ass, both plunging in and out together. Her tongue played with the bundle of nerves contained in my hard, little clit. I was panting, the fire brewing in my depths. I slipped a hand into my bodice and played with my nipple. Women on the dance floor were watching me, their eyes glued to the pixie eating my cunt.

I moaned loud, wantonly, wanting them to hear my passion. "Yes, eat my cunt, you lesbian slut! Oh, yes! Eat my cunt, finger my ass! Yes! Oh, yes!"

I loved the attention. An audience was so hot. Mark had shown me that the day he claimed me. I pulled my dress down, exposing my perky, freckled breasts and my dusky nipples hard with my arousal. I pinched them as the crowd watched, their eyes burning with lust.

Pixie's tongue flicked faster and faster on my clit, flicking as fast a hummingbird's wings. I was getting closer and closer to my passion, ready to erupt my orgasm. I wanted every woman in the club to watch me cum on this slut's pixyish face.

"Oh, my god! Your tongue feel so good!" I screamed. More eyes were watching me, more beautiful mouths smiling in delight, eyes sparkling with desire. "Oh, god! I'm so close to cumming! I'm so close! Just a little more, slut! Yes, yes, yes!"

My orgasm crashed through me. My legs went rigid and my back arched. My insides burst with pleasure. My pussy convulsed about her thumb and my ass clenched on her fingers. My pussy squirted hot juices across Pixie's cute face.

"Such magic!" I moaned

Without a word, Pixie was on her feet, swaying to the music. Her face was covered in my girl-cum. A blonde woman dressed in a man's suit, her long hair flowing about her as she danced, grabbed Pixie. The pair writhed together while the blonde licked my juices from Pixie's face.

Breathing heavily, I headed back out into the dance floor to have some more fun. And every woman there were eager to provide it. Mark was right, we were so much better than regular people. They were ants that worshiped us.

* * *

Lilith -- The Abyss

Lucifer's semen burned in my cunt as he ejaculated. Another orgasm rolled through my body. I gasped like a whore as my pussy spasmed about his cock. Hatred and shame burned inside me as Lucifer pulled his cock out. My body had betrayed me again. Just like it had when Adam used to take me.

"Always a pleasure, Lilith," Lucifer said, his voice light and pleasant. Then, like I was his dog, he reached out and stroked my hair before he descended deeper into the Abyss.

For hours he had fucked me and taunted me, reveling in my humiliation. He took such delight as he rubbed salt into my wounds over my failure to seduce a single Mortal. His words rattled around in my head. I hadn't paid enough attention to Mark and Mary.

Anger boiled inside me, replacing the humiliation and shame of my body's betrayal. It was a white-hot rage that needed to be unleashed on someone. On Mark. On that disgusting, putrid sack of pus that strode the world like he owned it.

I peered through the Shadows into the house. Mark and his disgusting friends were fucking his Thralls around the dinner table. I concentrated and felt Mary was far away, dancing in a club, grinding on another woman. She was drunk on alcohol and sex. Mary was almost as bad as Mark was. She was filthy and disgusting, too, loving her man and submitting to his lust like a good, little woman. She was just like that whore, Eve, rutting with Adam.

How could I have failed to seduce a woman as whorish as Mary? I was the first woman and the first succubus. I was the first sex goddess. I was worshiped before Asherah and Astarte. Before all of those fertility goddess there was me. And that little whore resisted me. It galled me. I needed to fix this, I needed to have a success.

I needed to take something away from Mark and Mary.

But what? All of their precious sluts were in the house, save the one with Mary. But I couldn't touch any of them. Mary's command to not appear before any of the sluts or others in their house was a chain about my neck. If I concentrated, I could see the fragile, red chain leading from my neck to Mary. The chain would remain until Mary used her last boon.

Frustrated, I peered at Mark, examining his soul. Lucifer was right, I hadn't been paying enough attention. So I studied his soul. It was red, the sign of a Warlock, and his soul's connections branched out from him. All the lives that touched him or that he had touched radiated out in all directions. Most were black chains that connected Mark to his Thralls. Anyone who had been given a command by Mark had a chain connecting Mark to their souls. Some were tiny, barely threads already fading into silver. These were people who had been given simple commands, ones that didn't change their personalities, and Mark's influence was slowly fading from them. Others were thicker. These represented people permanently changed by Mark.

Other threads and chains also branched from Mark. Silver threads were regular mortals, the thick ones, what few there were, represented the friends and family of Mark. The thinner, silver threads, represented acquaintances. Each of Mark's friends had a silver thread that connected them to Mark.

A pair of entwined, red threads connected Mark and Mary's souls. Lucifer was right, they were soul mates. They would be very hard to break up. Magic would have to be used to dominate one of their minds. An option not opened to me at the present. Sadly, my powers could only influence a mortal, not force them to obey.

Lastly, a huge, red chain descended from Mark's soul down into the abyss. Mary would have a similar chain leading down into darkness. That chain would lead all they way to Lucifer. The embodiment of the Pact Mark had signed, chaining his soul to Lucifer. Every Warlock had the red chain, leading to whatever demon they had made a pact with. If Mary had summoned me the proper way, instead of using that crystal, a thicker, red chain would connect us then the thin, fragile one.

I turned my attention to the black chains. I wondered if any were important. The thickest black chains were his sluts, the Thralls Mark had the most control over, the Thralls most affected by his commands. There were two chains that led away from the house just as thick as the chains connecting to his sluts.

Curious, I touched the chains. Both were women who were up north somewhere. My eyes widened. I had touched these chains before. But I had been distracted by a man's sex dream, my hungers driving them out of my mind. Who were they? They must be sex slaves of Mark if he had this much control over them.

Interesting. Mary had ordered me to not appear before their sluts or others in their house. Clearly, these two were sex slaves of Mark, but were they "sluts." Well, as far as I was concerned, Mary was referring to the girls in the house as the "sluts" when she gave me that order. For all I knew, Mary wasn't even aware of the existences of these two Thralls.

I smiled; the stupid bitch had left me a loophole. Mark and Mary had a lot to learn about dealing with demons. You needed to be quite specific, or we would find so many interesting ways to wiggle out of our agreements and commands.

I investigated the chains, flying north through the Shadows.

* * *

Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub -- Port Orchard, WA

My wife and I watched the interview with Master and Mistress on her tablet, the pair of us cuddled together on the cozy bed. We were staying at this cute bed and breakfast in Port Orchard, enjoying our honeymoon.

"Oh, Mistress looks so beautiful," Chantelle smiled, her voice purring with her Quebecois accent. Her nose ring shimmered from the tablet's soft glow. While the bed and breakfast didn't have TV's in the rooms, they did have free WiFi.

I squirmed against her. "Tomorrow, we get to see them again."

Master was so kind and loving to let my wife and I finish our honeymoon. That's how we had met Master and Mistress. We were on this orca watching tour, enjoying our honeymoon, when the most beautiful woman in the world stepped on board. Both my wife and I were burning to meet her. And out of all the women on the boat, we were the two Master and Mistress chose to keep.

"I can't wait," I nodded. "I want to meet the other sluts. Some of them are so cute."

Chantelle made a purring moan. Jessica St. Pierre was back on screen, commenting on her interview. Her voice was like honey. "Do you think she's one?" Chantelle asked. "Listen to how Jessica talks about Master."

"Oh, as beautiful as she is, how could Master resist?" I giggled. "She makes me wet. I love her caramel skin."

My wife turned off her tablet. "Umm, you're not the only one wet. I'm so soaked."

I pulled back the blanket revealing my wife's naked, lithe body. She had a dancer's build and move with a natural grace. Her pale skin and black hair made her so irresistible. I fell in love watching her dance on stage back at Deja Vu's, the strip club we used to work at before being claimed.

I was her opposite. Large tits, curvy hips, blonde hair. I just oozed sex. Where she danced with grace, I danced with hunger. Men loved both and had showered us in gifts. Of course, Lana could get so jealous when I played around with the men. Sometimes, I let them do naughty things to me. Unlike Chantelle, I was bisexual. I didn't mind a hard cock every now and then.

And it drove Chantelle wild when I was with a man. She always had to eat my pussy out so hard afterward. It was like she wanted to remind me why I enjoyed women better and Chantelle best of all. But now we had Master, and we both could enjoy his cock.

"Umm, you do look wet," I grinned as she spread her sticky thighs. A landing strip of black hair led to her pussy. Her sweet musk filled my nose as I leaned over and took a long, slow lick up her slit.

"Lana," she moaned, her toes curling. Her voice was so beautiful. I closed my eyes, listening to her passion as my tongue took a second lick through her pussy. My tongue grew more bold as her moans grew louder. I nuzzled and licked, teasing her, tasting her, loving her.

How I loved her. Chantelle made my heart sing. I was so glad I could share Master and Mistress with her.

"Oh, baby. Oh, yes. Keep doing that. You always know where to lick."

I smiled and licked deeper. Her shuddering sighs were so beautiful. My fingers spread her folds open so I could lick deeper and deeper. Her thighs pressed against my cheeks. They were so soft. I loved every part of her.

My hands explored her. I ignored her breasts and ass. I wanted to tease all those other wonderful spots about her delicious body. My fingers traced her ribs, played with her cute belly button, and found her delicate fingers. I caressed her flat stomach and smooth calves, and tickled the bottoms of her feet.

My tongue buried into her folds while my nose nudged her clit. My every breath was full of her sweet scent. I was drunk on her. I loved her so much. She bucked and squirmed, her hips undulating as her passion grew.

"Lana! My sweet Lana! Oh, yes! Love you!"

"Love you, too," I moaned between licks.

I moved my lips up to her clit, my hands finally moving to her breasts. I squeezed her perky mounds, sliding up to her hard nipples. Chantelle spasmed as I pinched and rolled her nipples while my tongue played with her clit.

Her moans grew louder. Her orgasm was nearer. Her feet rubbed at my back as she twitched and moaned. She called my name over and mover as I played with her clit. I nipped the nub with my teeth and swirled my tongue in fast circles around it.

"Lana!" she screamed when she came.

My pussy clenched, itching with need as her passion flooded my mouth. I drank down her juices, savoring every delicious drop. I loved her pussy. I loved her. I could feast and worship her for hours. I grabbed her butt, clenching her cheeks as I kept eating.

"You naughty vixen!" my wife gasped as I kept making love to her. "Let me eat your pussy. Mine needs a break."

"Sure," I grinned. I wanted to enjoy the last night of our honeymoon.

Chapter Five

The Goddess took my breath away the first time I saw Her. The fact that I was sitting on a toilet in the ladies room at the Clam Diver didn't change how glorious She was. I had never seen a woman more beautiful. Even my wife Samantha, our God's mortal sister, paled before our Goddess's radiance. I worshiped Her that night. She taught me such sweet submission and tasty delights.

--The Slave Chronicles 1:1

Lilith -- The Abyss

I followed the black chains north. The land sped beneath me. I crossed over the Puget Sound onto the Key Peninsula as I sped through the Shadows. The coast flashed by. The chains led to a town, Port Orchard, on the Strait of Juan de Fuca, which connected the Puget Sound to the Pacific Ocean. I followed the chains through the town and reached a quaint lodging on the coast. I dived into their room.

Both women were in bed, their aura black and Mark's chains thick around their necks. A busty blonde with big tits, both nipples pierced with gold rings, was on her back while the other woman, a short, lithe, black-haired woman with small, apple-sized breasts, ate out her cunt. They were beautiful.

"Oh, yes, Chantelle," gasped the blonde as she writhed on her bed. Her wide, Slavic face contorted in pleasure, her breasts heaving as she panted her passion. The black-haired woman was quite skilled at eating cunt, her tongue flicking rapidly on the blonde's clit as she fucked three fingers in and out of the blonde's shaved pussy.

I examined their black souls, the sign of a Thrall. Their thick black chains led back to Mark while other connections led off them: family, close friends, former lovers. The pair were connected by entwined, black threads. Another pair of soul mates. How interesting. Wedding rings glinted on their fingers.

Yes, Washington State had legalized gay marriage last November.

This was perfect. I would need followers when I was freed from the Abyss. Mortals who worshiped me and served me. And in the meantime, I needed agents in the mortal's world. My appearance was far too distracting to mortals. Preparations needed to be made before I was set free. The thought of stealing Mark's own Thralls sent a delicious shiver through my body and my cunt moistened in excitement. I should have thought of this before.

I watched their lovemaking, waiting for them to fall asleep so I could examine their dreams. I needed to learn about their hopes, fears, and desires. So armed, I could seduce these two women to my cause.

They were passionate. Their lovemaking went on for some time. They changed positions often. Sometimes they would lick each other's pussies at the same time, sometimes they would scissor their legs together. The two were drunk on each other, their relationship was clearly new. They must be on their honeymoon, as mortals called it--newly wedded. They cried out each other's names as they made love, the blonde was Lana and the black-haired woman was Chantelle.

I drank in their lust. Such a beautiful sight.

But then a dream called to me. I shuddered. It was a man's wet dream, burning with lust. My hungers flooded me. I wanted to follow the lust, to devour the man's vitality. I groaned in delight as my pussy grew hot.

I glanced at the women. They wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. I could amuse myself.

I drifted out of the Shadows into the dreams, floating through a void of darkness. Around me hung the starry dreams of mortals. They shimmered with different colors, but the one that attracted me pulsed red with lust.

I touched the dream of a fat man sleeping beside his wife. My finger dipped in, and I peered into his dream to witness his disgusting passions. In his dream, he fantasized about fucking some redhead actress. She was dressed in tight, black leather, her pants pulled down to expose her nice ass and bare cunts. Men of this time were fascinated by hairless cunts. The man dreamed he was a Viking God, possessing the chiseled physique he lacked in life as he plowed the redhead from behind.

"Fuck me, Thor!" gasped the Starlet. "Umm, you're so much hotter than the rest of the team!"

I snorted; as if that tub of lard could be a god or fuck a woman half as beautiful as the starlet.

I invaded the dream.

The redheaded actress vanished in a puff. "What," gasped the disgusting pig.

He became speechless as I unveiled my perfect form. I was sex incarnate, my large breasts heaving without a hint of any sag, my bodies curves perfect. My silver hair billowed about my naked body. The man's eyes burned with lust.

"Oh, yes," he leered.

He had forgotten all about the starlet. She was a beautiful women, but all beauty failed when compared to me. I was Lilith, the original sex goddess. The first women created. I was perfection made flesh.

"Do you want to worship me?" I purred, my pussy aching to devour his vitality. "Do you want to experience the bliss of my temple?" I ran my finger down to my silvery pubic hair.

"God, yes!" he groaned, his eyes fixed on my fingers as they toyed with my wet labia.

"Even if you would never enjoy another woman again?" I gasped as I pushed him down onto the bed.

His hands found my heaving breasts. He squeezed and kneaded them. "Yes! To fuck you, I would give up all women!"

I shuddered in delight. His cock was hard and brushed at the wet folds of my pussy. "Umm, then you shall get to experience the heaven of my embrace."

I shuddered as I sank down on him. He gasped beneath me, his hips bucking up as his cock instantly came, flooding me with his foul seed. I shuddered and drank his vitality. My hips undulated as I rode him.

"Yes, yes!" he gasped as he came again.

"Give me your lust! Give me your manhood! Worship my body!"

"Yes, Goddess!" he shuddered, his teeth clenching, His face grew ruddy as another orgasm shuddered through him.

Every time he came inside me, I stole more of his vitality. I arched my back, thrusting my perfect breasts forward. I rode him harder and harder, the more life force I stole, the faster I fucked him. I pushed the man far past his physical limits. He was lost to the pleasure. He didn't care about anything but me, not his wife, and certainly not that redheaded starlet's cunt.

And he definitely did not care about the weariness suffusing his body, the hammering of his heart, and the burning in his lungs. I lost count of how many times he came inside me, lost in the pleasure of his vitality rolling through my body.

Nothing was sweeter than slowly draining a man to the brink of death.

When I finished he was passed out, his heart frantically beating. It would take him days to recover. A smile crossed my lips. He would recover if his heart doesn't give out first. His delicious vitality filled my belly, spreading warmth and energy through me. If the man didn't die, he would never get another erection. I doubt even Viagra would work. I had robbed him of his manhood.

I savored my victory over him as I drifted back into the Shadows to watch Lana and Chantelle writhe in lesbian passion.

* * *

Mark Glassner -- South Hill, WA

I groaned as the last of the piss dripped from my cock. The night was going great. Our characters were progressing through the dungeon, and my friends were enjoying the companionship of my sluts. It was fun showing off all my new toys. I had been so excited, I held off going to the bathroom until I thought I would explode.