The Devil's Pact Pt. 25

"Why can't I have both of you?" I asked. "Mary told me to love both of you."

"I don't even know Jacob."

"You know me. You trust me, right?"

Leah nodded.

"Then trust me about Jacob. He's a little boring. But then so was I. We can have fun with him, be as wild and slutty as we want to, just the three of us. But we can have more. We can have roots. Having fun is great, but it doesn't last. Eventually, the party ends, Leah, but with Jacob we can grow something that lasts beyond the fun. Jacob and I already have started growing our life together.

"And I want you to grow with us."

Leah chewed her lip. "As, what? Your mistress?"

"As my wife," I told her, stroking her cheek. "And Jacob's wife."

A shiver ran through Leah's body, her hazel eyes became distant as she pursed her lips in thought. "I must be crazy," she muttered. "Okay, I'm willing to try. For you, Rachel. I don't want to lose you."

We were kissing, tears of joy running down both our faces and mingling salty between our lips. Now I had to convince Jacob. But Leah was hot, and he was a man. Lust could serve until he got to know how special she was.

We broke the kiss and hailed a cab. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, or our lips, as we rode back to the hotel. The poor cabbie almost got in a wreck. He kept watching us in his rearview mirror. We didn't tip him.

He didn't mind.

The pair of us giggled and shifted, nerves building in both our stomachs, as we rode the elevator up to the honeymoon suite's floor. Jacob should be in there, waiting for me. He was a great guy to let me have all this fun on our honeymoon.

And it was my turn to return the favor.

Jacob never said it, but I knew he thought about having two women. What guy didn't?

So I confidently knocked on the door, not letting fear hold me back. Love them both.

I planned on it.

Leah trembled beside me. The once confident, outgoing girl had been replaced by this shy, sweet thing. She acted like a drab brunette. Like me, she was a bottled-blonde, not a natural. "What if he doesn't like me?" Leah asked in a panic. "What if he doesn't want to share you?"

"He'll love you," I told her, squeezing her hand.

The door opened. My husband stood there, his eyes almost staring in disbelief. I drank him in. He was skinny and tall, his brown hair mused and his glasses askew. A happy smile appeared on his lips. "Rachel, you're back."

I threw my arms around my husband and kissed him soundly on the lips. His lips were firm, cheeks rough with his stubble. I ran my fingers up and down his jawline

, delighting in the feel of his manliness. He smelled of sweat and that musk that was distinctly my Jacob's. His strong arms wrapped around me as I pressed my soft body against his.

"I missed you, Rach," he whispered, stroking my hair. "And you're blonde now?"

"Blonde's have all the fun," I giggled.

"Is that...the girl you were with yesterday?" he asked.

"Jacob, this is Leah." I took a deep breath. "We fell in love."

A crestfallen, hurt expression fell across Jacob's face. "I see," he said stiffly. "I mean, what did I expect? We spent our honeymoon apart."

I sighed. "Jacob. I love you, too. And I did have a lot of fun, and now I'm ready to have some fun with you."

"Both of you?" he asked. Was that a hint of hope in his voice?

"Yes," I told him. "I hope you find Leah as amazing as I do. Because, I want the three of us to be together."

Jacob blinked. "I...I'm not sure I understand."

"Well, Jacob, I want to be your wife and Leah's wife," I said. "And I want Leah to be your wife, as well."

"Two wives, huh? I don't know, Rach. That's a little wild. And illegal."

"Do you love me, Jacob?"

"Of course, Rach." He stroked my cheek. "Always."

"Then, for me, try and love Leah. She's promised to try and love you."

He sighed. "Alright, Rach, for you."

"Oh, don't sound so pouty," I said, getting annoyed. "You get what every guy dreams of--two blondes sharing your bed."

Jacob laughed, relaxing, and glanced at Leah. Their eyes met and they both froze. Color flushed on Leah's face and Jacob gave a half-smile. I could almost feel the electricity pass between them. My heart gave a happy beat.

This would work.

I squealed in joy as Leah walked boldly up to Jacob, her assertiveness restored, and pulled my husband down. She planted a passionate kiss on his lips. Jacob groaned, pulled her tight against him, and embraced Leah's passion.

"He's cute," Leah stated when she broke the kiss. Jacob had a dazed, breathless expression on his face. "I can see why you like him."

My heart fluttered in happiness as Jacob bend his head down and kiss her on the lips. I shifted in the hallway as my husband and lover kissed each other with passion. Leah's body glued to Jacob's, his hands stroking down, brushing the top of her ass.

"You're pretty cute, yourself, Leah," Jacob stated when he broke the kiss.

It was Leah's turn to be breathless.

I threw my arms around them both. "The bed awaits. Let's celebrate our honeymoon."

The bed was covered in red, satin sheets and we all fell onto it, tearing each other's clothes off in a flurry of passion. Leah and I squirmed naked against Jacob as we took turns kissing him. His hands rubbed our bodies. I giggled as he pressed tween my legs and froze.

"You're shaved," he groaned, his fingers tracing the folds of my pussy. "Wow, that's hot."

"I did it for you," I admitted. "It was supposed to be a surprise on our wedding night."

"Well, I am surprised." He grinned, then pushed me down and parted my legs, exposing my sex to his hungry lips.

Jacob buried his face between my thighs and licked my pussy. I giggled as his whiskers scratched at my thighs, adding a rough, pleasant feeling only a man could give. It differed from the gentle touch of a woman but was no less pleasant.

"Oh, that's wonderful," I moaned.

"I bet," Leah purred, licking her lips as she crawled to me.

Leah kissed me on the lips. Her hands found my breasts. I shuddered on Jacob's mouth, grinding against him as I sighed into Leah's kiss. Jacob licked and nuzzled, stirring through my folds. I was so happy. Both my loves were making me feel so amazing.

I came swift and hard.

I bucked on the bed, moaning into Leah's kiss. Her fingers massaged my nipples, rolling them between her fingers, giving me such wonderful pleasure. My toes curled. My juices flooded out into his hungry mouth.

What a wonderful way to start our new marriage.

"Rach," groaned Jacob, lifting his face, his lips sticky with my cum. His dick thrust hard beneath him.

"I need you in me," I moaned. "Take your wife."

"Every other guy in New York has," Leah giggled.

Jacob ignored the comment as he kissed up my body. He nipped at my nipples while Leah held my breasts, offering them to him. I gasped and squirmed, loving the sensations. Then he moved higher, eager to make love to me.

I was so wet and ready for him.

"Let me help," Leah purred. She seized Jacob's cock.

"Yes," I said, smiling at her.

My lover guided my husband's cock into my wet depths. She rubbed it up and down my slit. I groaned and squirmed. Then the tip popped into my cunt. I moaned, pulling Jacob down for a kiss, savoring my musk on his lips.

He thrust. I groaned. He filled me up deliciously.

After having all those cocks in me last night, I could say Jacob was above average. My pussy enjoyed his girth I moaned as he pistoned in and out of me, our flesh slapping together. Pleasure flooded through me. I moaned into the kiss.

No, he was well above average.

Leah kissed our cheeks, a smile on her face as she watched Jacob make love to me. I explored Jacob's lean back with my fingers, caressing his muscles, tracing his spine, and brushing Leah's exploring hand. Together, we groped Jacob's ass, pulling him tighter into me.

Jacob broke our kiss and moaned, "Damn."

"Two blondes are a lot of fun," I giggled.

"Uh-huh," agreed Leah.

"Yes," he panted, then nuzzled at my neck, sucking at my flesh.

His dick pumped in and out of me. I moaned, my head turning, staring into Leah's brown eyes. A naughty smile formed on her lips. She scooted closer, her tongue flicking out. I held my breath as she moved closer and closer.

We kissed. My pussy clenched on my husband's thrusting cock.

I felt so much joy as my husband and wife made love to me.

Leah took my hand and moved it down to her dripping cunt. She rubbed my fingers across her wet, silky lips. I shoved two fingers inside her while my thumb found her clit. I fingered her hard and fast, enjoying her wetness as she sighed softly into my lips.

My thrusting fingers matched Jacob's rhythm. I groaned, pumping faster and faster as Jacob slammed his dick into me. My orgasm built as I pleasured both my spouses. My tongue fenced with Leah's, my nipples rubbed against Jacob.

Pleasure swelled inside of me and then exploded.

My pussy massaged his cock. He groaned into my neck. "Yes, yes, yes, Rach."

He erupted. I shuddered, the pleasure spilling out of my pussy as my husband's cum spilled into me. He grunted with each blast. So much flooded me. His poor balls had been backed up all weekend. He didn't have any pussy for days.

Well, that would change. Between Leah and myself, Jacob would get all the pussy he could ever want.

"I love you both!" I gasped as my orgasm peaked.

"Yes," Leah moaned, her pussy spasming on my fingers. She joined us in our orgasm. "Oh, I love you too, Rachel!"

"Oh, my sweet Rach!" he gasped as he collapsed on me.

Jacob rolled off me and both my loves snuggled up against me, two pairs of hands playing with my breasts. "I want to see you and Leah fuck."

He smiled. "Sure, just let me rest. I need to recharge."

I glanced at Leah and she smiled. "Oh, I know just how to recharge a cock."

Jacob moaned as we both sucked his cock, tasting my pussy cream. We flicked our tongues all about his cock, licking clean all of my delicious juices. Sometimes our tongues or lips would brush, and we would kiss around his cock.

"Oh man, that is so hot!" Jacob moaned and we both giggled at our husband, his dick swelling hard.

"You think that's hot?" I grinned and shifted on the bed, stretching out beside him.

I spread my thighs. Leah licked her lips and dove into the messy creampie Jacob and I made for her. She moaned as she lapped at my cunt, gathering all of Jacob's jizz as it leaked out of me. I shuddered as her tongue dived through my folds.

"Wow, that's hot!" Jacob exclaimed. "Seeing it live is so much better than porn."

"Ohhh, you like the girl-on-girl porn?" Leah asked, looking back at Jacob, her lips shiny with my juices.

"Every guy likes watching two chicks get it on," Jacob answered.

"Well, you're in luck," Leah purred, wiggling her ass in invitation, "because I love getting it on with another chick!"

"Mmm, me too, honey," I cooed. "Now, what are you waiting for, honey? Leah's pussy is wet and ready for you."

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"I'll forgive you if you stick that big cock up my cunt, honey," Leah moaned.

Leah purred and wiggled her cute butt at Jacob as her tongue swirled through my folds. Jacob knelt behind Leah, his cock hard and leaking precum. Leah moaned into my pussy as Jacob sank into his second wife's cunt. He drew back, gripping her hips, and slammed in a second time.

"Is everyday going to be like this?" Jacob asked as he made love to Leah, our wife.

"Yes," Leah answered as she slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

"Just the three of us," I smiled, gazing at my two loves. My husband and my wife. I was the luckiest gal in the world.

Chapter Six

The Miracle resounded across the world. When Saint Rachel beheld it, she immediately turned to her husband and wife. "We must join the pilgrims and travel to our Gods. They prepared us to serve them." Saint Jacob and Saint Leah embraced their wife and wept for joy.

--The First Book of Vivian 15:45

Doug Allard -- Near the Israeli/Jordanian Border

The land rover's engine was a quite hum as I drove through the dark desert. My wife slept on her side, her youthful face pressed on the glass. The GPS provided the only light, flooding through the car and taking us ever farther south to her destination.

Jebel al-Lawz--a mountain in Saudi Arabia near the Red Sea.

When my wife and I arrived in Tel Aviv late last night, we rented a car. The rental place had it waiting for us, Providence at work. When we reached into the car, I started it up and the GPS turned on. It had a destination already programmed in.

Jebel al-Lawz.

The scroll case holding the original copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor was in the bag held on my wife's lap. Even as she slept, she hugged it, protecting it. We were supposed to hide in the wilderness, staying safe against the coming darkness.

A mountain in the remote desert of Saudi Arabia definitely counted as the wilderness.

"Approaching border checkpoint with Jordan," the stilted, feminine voice of the GPS spoke.

"Tina," I said, shaking her shoulder.

"Hmm," she whispered and stretched. She let out a yawn. "Are we at the border?"

I nodded.

She yawned again, her eyes bleary in the blue-white light of the GPS. She opened the satchel and pulled out our passports. I licked my lips as we slowed to the checkpoint. It was a simple affair, a swing-arm gate, striped white and black, draped across the road, a pair of soldiers manning it, Israeli on one side, Jordanian on the other.

The Israeli soldier didn't give us a second glance. It was the Jordanian who stopped us. We slowed to a halt and he stared at our passports. My stomach twisted. We didn't have any visas. Arab countries were stricter to enter than European. Would we have to bribe him?

We didn't have much money.

The soldier yawn, handed back our passports, and waved us through, muttering something in Arabic. He looked too tired to do his job. The gate lifted up. I let out an explosive sigh and drove through into Jordan. In an hour or so driving down the Gulf of Arabia, we would reach the border with Saudi Arabia.

We were almost to our exile.

* * *

Sister Theodora -- South Hill, WA

"Everything's ready, Theodora," Duncan said.

I sat on the couch in Kaeden's living room. Duncan and Kaeden were both members of a Pierce County Sheriff SWAT unit. Each were strapping men, strong, powerful--soldiers. They had the black aura of Thralls. The poor men were compromised by Mark Glassner when they raided his house. Mark gave them orders, turning them into his Thralls, but he never bothered to ensure one of us nuns couldn't control them.

A mistake.

Since last Thursday night, Agnes controlled Kaeden and I controlled Duncan. Between myself, Sister Agnes, and Sister Isabella we had to control twelve SWAT Officers, but so far only Sister Isabella had two.

"All the members of your unit will be there?" I asked Duncan. We needed all twelve. That was what the angel Ramiel told me.

Soldiers are needed. Four and four and four.

Duncan and the other three under our control had spent all day cajoling and brow beating to get the other eight members of their unit to have a get together at Kaeden's house. The SWAT officers were leery of getting together. They were in a lot of trouble.

A scandal had erupted when footage of an orgy at Mark Glassner's house, starring the SWAT officers, was leaked to the news. Duncan moped, his wife furious at him. They were all victims of Mark and his powers.

"Yes, ma'am," Duncan nodded. "They all promised to be here Tuesday night."

Tomorrow would have been better, but Tuesday night would work. Last night Ramiel taught me the Prayer of Qannow and told me where I would perform it. On Wednesday, I needed to be at the Blue Spruce Motel, room 14. I would wait until I heard the door slam in the next room over and perform the prayer on the woman I found in there.

My Sisters and I need all twelve of the SWAT officers by Wednesday under our control, so the party on Tuesday would night be fine.

On Wednesday it would all be over.

I only hoped no one else is hurt besides the Warlocks. Ramiel said the SWAT were only the backup plan. My stomach was a knot of nerves, twisting inside me until I felt like vomiting. Please God, let the Qannow prayer work! Please don't make me send the SWAT officers in. I don't want innocent blood on my hands! I beg of you God, if it's your will! Amen.

* * *

Mary Sullivan -- Somewhere over Washington State

I sat on Mark's lap on the seat of our Gulfstream private jet. We were both naked, my cunt sticky with his cum, as we watched Monique and Lize fuck each other. They knelt on the floor and worked a double-headed dildo in and out of their pussies, their asses pressed close together. Each end of the dildo was buried in their cunts, and they fucked each other while moaning like two bitches.

In the back, the bodyguards writhed in a noisy orgy as they fucked and sucked each other. All six had to abstain this weekend, and they were finally able to relieve their tensions with each other. Sam was back there, busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

Sadly, no fun for her. We needed to know what was written in that book.

We were supposed to land at Thun Field, South Hill in about a half-hour or so. It had been a fun weekend New York City. Mark and I had visited several amazing art museums, including the Metropolitan Art Museum. Mark was so sweet, not complaining at all as I dragged him to all these amazing art exhibits.

I yawned. I was tired.

While it had been a fun weekend, it also had been a long weekend. And tomorrow promised to be a long day. We were holding our second bodyguard tryouts all day on Monday. And then on Tuesday, I had my second wedding dress fitting while the bridesmaids' fit theirs. While I did that, Mark had to go to family court to get Desiree's marriage annulled so she and Allison could wed.

But nothing was going on Wednesday. A nice, peaceful day. That would be nice.

* * *

Brandon Fitzsimmons -- Cologne, Germany

My hands shook as I picked up the Altgrave's copy of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor. I sucked in ragged gasps of air. My face burned from exertion. My fingers slid across the leather cover. I felt the weight of the book. I did it. Nothing would stop me from defeating Mark and reclaiming my wife.

I would even keep Mary as my own whore. Her and all the others of Mark's sluts. They would all worship my dick as Mark watched in humiliated chains. He would know what it meant to be cuckolded before I killed him.

Blood smeared the leather cover. I blinked, noticing the blood on my aching knuckles for the first time. I walked over to the Altgrave's bathroom, careful to step over the Altgrave's battered, unmoving form. My fingers kept stroking the book.

I did it.

The blood ran pink down the sink as I washed my bruised knuckles. I tried to control my beating heart and slow my breathing. Sweat ran down my face. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. Dismay struck me. It wasn't sweat.

Blood streaked my face, painting it in drying ribbons of dark crimson.

I didn't want to hurt the old man. But he just wouldn't listen. Just like Maryanne, my ex-wife. I never would have hurt either of them if they would have just listened. If they would have just did what I told them to without arguing.

It was really Mark's fault anyways I had to kill him. The old Altgrave just kept babbling about his orders. "I can't let you have the book, Mr. Fitzsimmons," he pleaded in his thick accent. "The man on the phone was quite clear on that."

Mark fucking Glassner.

But that really didn't matter now. I had the book.

I dried my hands then opened the book, excited to see the knowledge contained within it. Disappointment struck me. There was nothing but tiny, square letters written in fading, brown ink. The letters weren't even close to English.