The Devil's Pact Pt. 25

"Yes, they would," Mark grinned. "Shame we have to get the book. Playing can wait."

"Uh-huh," I nodded, my hips shifting. Damn, I was so wet.

I glanced over my shoulder at the limo. It rocked. Those sluts wasted no time. Rachel and Leah sent such a giddy shudder through me. It was so wonderful watching the two together. They connected, like Mark and I had.

Soul mates.

I had no idea what that meant for Rachel's young marriage, but the new love between two people, especially two women, was such a delicious thing to witness up close. Love blossomed in our own harem. Desiree and Abigail were engaged to be married, and I had witnessed the glances and smiles shared by Chasity and Noel. I shuddered, pressing close to Mark. I glanced down at my left hand, my engagement ring sparkling on my finger. The smoky diamond was such an original gem.

Dark and mysterious.

"I love you," I said, kissing him on the cheek.

He gave me a "what brought that on look" even as he beamed at me. "Love you, too."

His kiss landed on my lips.

I really wanted to play with those coeds, but we needed to get our hands on the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Lilith, if that demon could be trusted, claimed the book would teach us magics. We would need all we could to stop Sister Theodora Mariam, the nun who had enchanted Antsy while she was on vacation in Miami.

The nuns were out there. Our enemy. Dangerous, vindictive. We took steps to bind our sex slaves and family to us so they couldn't be used as weapons like the nun's had used Mark's sister. But more needed to be done to keep us and our loved ones safe.

The Institute for Ancient Studies, the part of NYU that held the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, was a white building made of marble. Like the rest of campus, it was an impressive edifice. I admired it while getting ideas for our mansion's architecture.

Our mansion needed to be grand. Mark and I were important people. The world needed to know.

We climbed the steps and entered the building. It had a hushed air about it, the same vibe of a library. Our footsteps echoed on the floors as we marched up to the reception desk manned by a cute, Southeast Asian woman. She had a round, olive-toned face, framed by short, blue-black hair. A pair of sliver-framed glasses perched on her small nose. A pile of books and notes sat on her desk and she was typing away at her laptop.

"Hi, just one sec," she said. She typed some more and then turned to face us, smiling. "Sorry, working on my dissertation. How can I help you...?" Her eyes widened, flicking to our bodyguards. The young woman was not amused. "Is this some frat prank? I don't have time for that crap."

I hid a smile.

"No," Mark answered, not bothering to hide his grin. He always love the shock our scantily clad bodyguards brought. "We need the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. Fetch it."

She frowned. "Everyone's after that book," she muttered as she stood up. She blinked and shook her head, giving Mark a confused glance even as she walked around the desk.

"Wait," I said, freezing her muscles. Her eyes bulged. Her muscles spasmed. She tried to obey two separate commands that conflicted with each other.

"Wait," Mark said. "You don't have to get the book yet."

The woman sucked in a deep breath, her eyes wild. She stared at us, swallowing and trembling. Intelligence flickered in her eyes. "Are you...?"

"Mark Glassner?" I asked. "He's not as impressive in person."

Mark gave me a look. I gave him a sweet smile back.

"Oh, shit," she said.

"Relax," I told her, "we're not going to hurt you. In fact, you want nothing more than to be helpful. What's your name?"

"Samnag Soun, but everyone calls me Sam."

"So who else has asked about the book, Sam?" Mark asked.

"This guy, Brandon. Or, I think that was his name. He called earlier this week. Um, maybe Tuesday night? I was here working on my dissertation."

I gave Mark a look. We knew Brandon was after the book. He went to France a few days ago. Doug Allard was on his trail. Or was he? Mark should try and check up on Doug when we finished here. Brandon was headed for Rennes-le-Château where the nun's motherhouse resided.

"Well, let's go get the book," Mark said. "Lead on."

"Okay," She nodded, turned, and led us to a security door. She swiped the lock with a keycard she pulled out of her pocket then held the door open for us. Once through, she rushed ahead to lead the wafy. Here the corridors were less ornate then outside. It quickly came to a set of stairs with a sign that read, "Depository One."

"So, the Magicks of the Witch of Endor is an interesting book," Sam explained as she led us. "Some think it was written by Gilles de Rais or Paracelsus. Or even by John Dee. No record of the books existence turns up before the 1500's you see. However, it is written in Aramaic, in a style consistent with an intertestamental apocrypha."

"What?" Mark asked with a frown. "The intertestamental what?"

My eyebrows furrowed.

"A period of Hebrew writings that date between the time of the Old Testament and the New Testament," Sam explained. "Like many of the Dead Sea Scrolls."

"Oh, those are the Gnostic ones, right?" I asked. "The Gnostic Gospel."

"No, that's Nag Hammadi," chuckled Sam.

"And it's in another language?" Mark asked.

Sam nodded. "Aramaic. The language spoken in Palestine when the New Testament was written."

"Why am I not surprised it's in an ancient language I've never heard of," Mark muttered.

I gave him a teasing smile then asked Sam, "Do you have a translation of the book?"

"Nothing published, I'm afraid," she answered. "I doubt anyone's ever translated it. Not a lot of research has been done with the book. Our copy was only recently found amid a collection of old books found in a cellar in London and donated anonymously."

"And can you read it?" I asked.

"Oh yes," Sam answered. "I'm a doctoral candidate in ancient Semitic languages. I can speak Biblical Hebrew and Aramaic, and I can read Ugaritic and Akkadian cuneiform. I can translate a smattering of other, rarer, Semitic languages. And Koine Greek, of course." She laughed like we should know why Koine Greek was important.

Mark rolled his eyes, but I found my eyes examining Sam. She was cute. Lithe, exotic.

In the basement, we reached a sealed door that was almost like an airlock. I shuddered as air hissed when she opened the door. It grew cool inside and the air was so dry. I licked my lips as we passed through a second door.

"The library's climate controlled," Sam explained as we entered a library. "We keep the oxygen levels lower and there is no humidity to preserve the ancient manuscripts. If you'll wait here, I'll fetch it."

"Sure," Mark said, looking around.

There were several tables with reading lamps in the center of the room and the walls were lined with tall bookshelves covered with leather bound books. Other shelves had drawers. All were labeled with a complicated catalog system. Sam made a beeline for one shelf and came back holding a slim book.

"Here it is. Bound using techniques common in the fourteenth century and printed on vellum. This book must have been in the possession of John Dee." She opened the cover and pointed to a strange symbol. Almost like the symbol for a woman, a circle above a cross, but standing on a wavy line with a crescent transfixing the top of the circle and a dot. "The Monas Hieroglyphica, which symbolizes all of creation, was John Dee's symbol."

"And who was John Dee?" I asked.

"The court magician to Queen Elizabeth. And an alchemist. Very influential in the esoteric circles. Some say he conjured the storm that smashed the Spanish Armada and saved England from being conquered."

I flicked my eyes to Mark. He nodded his head, excitement in his eyes. Conjured a storm. I believed it.

Sam turned the page and it was covered in tight, square letters written in fading-black ink. "What does it say?" Mark asked, peering at the words.

"Um, let see," she frowned, reading silently from right to left instead of left to right. "It's a summoning ritual. To summon Helel ben-Shachar. That's the Hebrew name for Lucifer. It literally means the Shining One, Son of the Morning."

"This is it," Mark said. "It's real."

"And we need a translator." I reached out and stroked Sam's face, cutting off an explanation on the origin and etymology of Lucifer's name. A flush blossomed in the Asian woman's cheeks, and she looked down. "You are quite pretty. Would you like to kiss me?"

"I...yes," the girl muttered, her dark eyes flashing briefly to my face before she looked back down at the floor. She hadn't paid much attention to me, wrapped up in her explanations, but now she had noticed me. My wish affected her, and she became aroused. Her hips twitched.

She had a hot pussy.

I turned the girl's head towards me, cupping her round, beautiful face. I bent down and kissed the girl on the lips. They were soft and dry. My tongue flicked out, wetting them. She shuddered and let out a soft sight.

"I'll just get this out of the way," Mark said, taking the book from Sam's hand. He gently sat it on the table, folded his arms, and watched us with a big grin on his face.

My hips shifted, my pussy growing wetter as Mark watched. I moaned into the kiss, then sighed when Sam kissed me back. Her lips moved. Her head tilted. Her eyes closed and she groaned, kissing me back with aggression.

My power to make any one desire me took root in Sam. Her hands grew bold, reaching out and touching me. She caressed my body through the sundress I wore, sliding up to brush my breasts or down to rub at my hips.

She would do nicely.

Sam sucked in breaths, her body swaying. She blinked. "Wh-what did you do to me?" She licked her lips, savoring the taste of my sweet mouth. "I've never felt so...so captivated before. And never with a woman."

"Because you love me," I told her. "You want to be my slave, and Mark's as well. You want nothing more than to fulfill whatever filthy, depraved acts we can imagine and command. It will make you so happy."

I loved the transformation that seized a new slut. Her eyes widened and a smile crossed her lips. She shuddered and moaned, "Yes, I want that, Mistress." She glanced at Mark, swallowed. "How may I please you, Master?"

"Strip," Mark growled.

Chapter Three

The Holy Vizier brandished the skull of hoary Dagon, showing the survivors of Washington D.C. that the Living Gods had not forsaken them. The darkness would not prevail. Mankind would be free of the demons' yoke.

--Book of Man's Salvation 1:62-63

Mark Glassner

My voice echoed through the climate-controlled room.

"Yes, Master," Sam moaned. Those were two of the sweetest words to hear.

Sam wasted no time following my command. She pulled off her t-shirt, then she shimmied out of her comfortable jeans. Next to her, Mary pulled her sundress over her head, revealing her beautiful, naked body. Sam's white bra came off, exposing her small, round breasts and hard, brown nipples.

"Lovely," I grinned, admiring our newest slut. "And get those panties off."

"Yes, slut," Mary moaned, her fingers playing with her fiery heart of pubic hair adorning her pudenda.

"Yes, Masters," Sam moaned. Her thumbs hooked her plain, boring, white panties' waistband and shoved them down.

I let out a groan as her panties rolled down her slim thighs, exposing a neatly trimmed, black bush. It hid the treasure lurking between her thighs. I liked girls shaved, but there was something fun and exotic about the thick carpet of an Asian slut.

Mary hugged Sam, their breasts, about the same size, rubbed together. "You are gorgeous," Mary praised. "Mmm, what a slut you'll make."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sam blushed. "I'm not half as gorgeous as you are."

Mary smiled. "That's a good slut." Mary kissed Sam on the lips, her reward for the right answer.

"Damn, that is hot, Mare," I groaned, loving their naked bodies pressed together. Sam's creamy-olive skin looked wonderful next to Mary's pale, freckled flesh.

Mary broke the kiss, leaving Sam trembling, her nipples hard. "Now, Mark's cock looks all hard, let's say we help him out."

"I'd like that, Mistress," Sam answered, smiling shyly at me.

Damn, I loved Mary. She was the best woman in the world.

I leaned against the reading table as Mary and Sam strolled to me, their hips undulating, their tits jiggling. Mary had a hungry grin and Sam trembled. Her tongue licked her lips, wetting them while her hips squirmed.

Mary undid my belt while Sam pulled down my zipper and unbuttoned my fly. Then the two women pulled my pants down, followed by my red boxers, exposing my hard cock. Their hands grasped my shaft, stroking me.

I groaned, "Fuck, that's nice."

Mary licked her tongue from root to tip. A delicious shiver ran through my body. Sam's tongue swiped across the crown, gathering the bead of precum. She licked again, moaning in delight while her glasses slipped down my cock.

"Doesn't he have a cute cock?" Mary asked as she stroked me.

"Oh, yes Mistress," Sam sighed and then her lips kissed the tip.

I savored the two women pleasuring my cock. Mary kissed and nibbled on the other side of my cock, licking right at the base of the crown. I shuddered as her tongue flicked and brushed against Sam's sucking mouth.

Sam pushed up her glasses as her tongue flicked out, brushing Mary's. The two women moaned and kissed around my dick. It felt so wonderful. I leaned my head back as their lips writhed together

and on my cock, pleasure racing down the shaft.

"Shit, that's good," I groaned, my voice echoing through the library. I bet we were the first people to ever have sex in here.

We were breaking in the library.

Mary grabbed Sam's hand and guided it to my balls. I shuddered as both girls played with my nuts, massaging them with deft fingers. Their lips and tongue still caressed the tip of my cock. My dick throbbed between their mouths.

"Now suck his cock, slut," Mary hissed.

Sam moaned and engulfed my cock. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I shuddered and groaned, staring down at the slut. Mary knelt beside her, smiling encouragements at the slut. Mary nuzzled against Sam's ear, licking her lobe.

The slut shuddered.

Mary nibbled on the lobe, her pink tongue caressing it. Each time Sam let out the sweetest moan that hummed around my dick. Such pleasure burst through me. I groaned, my fingers clenching on the edge of the table.

Mary shook her head and hissed into the girls' ear, "Pleasure his cock, slut! You can do better than that. Bob that head and suck. Make your Master cum in your slutty mouth."

Sam moaned around my dick and then slid her mouth down my cock. She sucked harder as she bobbed. My eyes rolled in my head and my toes curled in my shoes. I groaned, shivering at Sam's eager mouth. Her head twisted. Her mouth made obscene, sucking sounds.

"Fuck, that's great." I moaned.

"Are you going to cum in this little slut's mouth?" Mary asked, her green eyes sparkling up at me.

"I will," I groaned, my balls tightening. Mary still massaged my balls.

"Mmm, I can't wait to kiss her salty lips and drink your cum right out of her mouth."

The wanton lust in Mary's voice made me groan. My hips bucked, fucking my cock into Sam's mouth. Mary grabbed the Asian slut's head and held her in place so I could fuck her mouth. She smiled at me as I used Sam's mouth as pussy.

"Fuck the slut," Mary hissed. "Pound her mouth. The slut's just begging for it."

"Yes," I panted as I fucked Sam's mouth harder and harder.

My cum boiled in my balls, desperate to be released. The tip of my cock was brushing the back of her throat with every thrust. Sam moaned and sucked harder, eager to please. Her almond-shaped eyes burned with lust.

"Shit," I groaned. "That's it, slut."

"Cum in her mouth, Mark," begged Mary. "Do it. Oh, yes. Fuck her mouth and flood her with all your cum.

Sam moaned as I fucked her. She sucked and slurped. Her tongue traced around my cock's head when I pulled back. The delicious sensation shot to my balls. They tightened and I shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut and I groaned through clenched teeth.

My cum boiled into her mouth.

"Yes," Mary moaned.

I trembled, flooding our newest slut's mouth. The pleasure rushed through me. That wonderful release. Nothing was better. I could cum day and night. It never grew old. I sucked in deep breaths as my mind drank in the bliss.

"That's how you please your Master, slut," Mary whispered.

"Uh-huh," I panted.

I pulled my cock out of Sam's mouth, her lips open, my spunk pooling around her tongue. Mary, letting out a moan of lust, grabbed the girl's face. The pair met in a kiss, tongues meeting, swapping my cum back and forth. Mary moaned, her hands stroking Sam's dusky cheeks as she shuddered.

My cock ached. My naughty filly always inspired me.

Sam, caught up in the lust, moved her hands. Dusky fingers roamed over Mary's body, cupping her perky breasts and pinching Mary's nipples. Sam let out soft moans as she played with the Mary's dusky nubs, rolling them between her fingers. Sam's hips shifted, her thighs pressing together, her lusts growing.

Mary broke the kiss. She had a wicked smile on her lips, traces of my cum made a whitish gleam on her lips. She slid her hands up Sam's cheeks to her short, black hair. Her fingers dug into the silky strands. Then she pushed down on the slut's head.

"Mmm, suck on my titties," Mary moaned.

Sam's lips kissed at Mary's neck and freckled chest, moving lower and lower while Mary stretched back on the cement floor, pulling Sam down with her. Sam knelt between Mary's spread legs, her tight ass pointing at me.

Mary let out a soft sigh as Sam sucked a dusky nipple into her mouth. Sam's fingers squeezed Mary's breasts. The slut's tongue flicked out, tracing Mary's aerola, and then Sam's lips would suck as much of Mary's tit into her mouth as she could.

"Oh, you wicked slut," Mary purred, her eyes fluttering.

I stroked my cock, admiring the sight. Sam's lips made loud, sucking pops as she worshiped Mary's nipple. The slut went back and forth, sucking hard and bringing new gasps from Mary's lips.

"Enjoying the show?" Mary asked, her eyes flashing.

"Oh, I am," I grinned. I kept stroking my cock, a slow slide, savoring the simple pleasure.

Sam's hand explored Mary's body. The slut flicked her tongue at Mary's nipple as Sam's hands caressed Mary's side, sliding up and down, teasing my fiance. Mary shuddered, her thighs shifted, spreading wider.

Her pussy growing hot.

Maybe Sam sensed it or maybe her curiosity naturally led her hand to Mary's thighs. Sam rubbed at Mary's thigh, stroking her. Sam's fingers dipped lower, caressing the silky flesh. Mary shuddered again as Sam's fingers crept up the inner slope of Mary's thigh up to her waxed pussy.

"Yes," Mary gasped as Sam found her wet cunt and teased Mary's hungry hole with her fingers.

I couldn't see, Sam was in the way, but I could hear the sound of fingers entering hot cunt. I watched the pleasure rippled across my fiance's face. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip, then a wanton sigh escaped.

I stroked my cock faster

"Lower!" Mary panted. "Get down there and make my pussy cum, whore! Eat me out."

"Yes, Mistress."

Sam obeyed. She slid lower and lower, kissing down Mary's stomach. Sam's pink tongue flashed out, leaving glistening trails on Mary's flesh. Sam's cute ass wiggled as she moved down Mary's body. Mary let out a moan of anticipation.

"She's almost there," I smiled.

Mary opened her mouth to answer, but instead a moan escaped. She shuddered as Sam's lips found my fiance's cunt. The Asian slut's tongue dug through Mary's slit, gathering a coating of Mary's juices. Mary trembled and writhed.