Male/Female

Harry Potter Love You

I did not originally write this story, I found it on a free site and enjoyed it. However there were gaps in the original that needed filling and in my opinion places that needed modifying, and of course the original stopped short. And along with adding chapters of my own, another story or two by the same writer I’ve changed and combined, I think it’s a much better story. Parts may seem a little overboard, but knowing human nature and how women can be very vindicate, I don’t think so. You’ll see. I been to the writer’s web site and checked for more, he hadn’t posted anything in over 5 years. So I began finishing the story. Hope you enjoy my version of “Harry loves You”
WPL
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Part one: The Discovery.
The walls resounded with her quiet screams, as Hermione climaxed. Ron, still pounding relentlessly into her body, had a few more minutes before he would join her.
Hermione was aching and sore, when Ron finally erupted in his own orgasm.
Ron had returned home early that afternoon, from a road trip to Ottawa with the Cannons. He’d greeted her with a deep, intense, almost savage kiss, tasting strongly of Old Ogden’s, pulled her into the bedroom, where he’d stripped off her dress, tossed her onto the bed and plowed right in.
The sex had been brutally hard and fast, more than a little painful, and actually, somewhat enjoyable, though. Ron had enjoyed it more than Hermione had, he does even if she don‘t, which she hated.
As he always did, Ron pulled out of her immediately, and rolled off to lie panting, at her side. He hated the feel of her around him after he came. Says the tip of his cock is too sensitive! Hermione gasped in shock as the cooler air of the room caressed her sweaty skin. She always hated the feeling of loss when he pulled out so abruptly. Ron didn’t seem to care. She hated that, too, but hey, Ron loved her. Surely that was worth putting up with a few inconveniences in their relationship. (Somehow, though, she was the one who usually ceded.)
As Ron lay back he closed his eyes and smirked in satisfaction. Inwardly, he was chanting: ‘I get something Harry, doesn’t!’ over and over.
Hermione watched him grinning nastily, as he began the short slide into unconsciousness. She thought she knew why, but wasn’t certain. “What’s so cool?” She asked, softly slyly, as she absently cast a cleaning charm on both herself and the bed under her. ‘No wet spot tonight!’
“Hmmm?” Ron answered, sleepily. “Oh, nothin’. I just get something Harry wants!” He murmured in a singsong voice.
“Really? What?” Hermione kissed him gently, stroking his brow. Ron wasn’t the only one who could be devious. She was rather put out that Ron would say something so boorish, but she suddenly felt he was hiding something she really needed to hear.
“You.” He murmured, sleepily.
‘Harry wants me?’ Hermione was rather surprised. Not what she expected! In sixth year, Ron had told her that Harry was gay. However, she frequently wondered. He’d never been seen with men, except for the occasional, overly-grainy photograph in The Daly Prophet or some of the other ‘yellow rags’, that could have been any two men.
Mmmhmmm. Keep doing that, woman!”
‘Woman?’ Hermione had to forcibly restrain herself from tearing Ron’s throat out. Fortunately for him, her self-control held. Instead, she continued her probing, she wanted to hear more about Harry. She was an accomplished legilimens, but had long ago shied away from reading the thoughts of her friends. It just wasn’t proper!
“How do you know?” She purred, stroking his hair, now. Ron sighed in pleasure.
“Mmmmm. He’s wanted you for ages.” His words were beginning to slow, as his body relaxed from the strenuous activity of moments before and the alcohol. “He told me, way back in sixth year he wanted you to be his girl. Even gave me a letter to you.”
‘Really?’ “I don’t remember a letter.”
“Eeh! I threw it into the fire. Then I told him you came to me, and said you wanted me and not him!” Ron chuckled nastily in his near-sleep. “Stupid prat bought it, full package!”
Hermione stiffened, in outrage. Then immediately forced her body to relax, she needed to hear more, covering her response by shifting a leg over his.
She continued her gentle interrogation. “Why didn’t he ever say anything?”
“Harry?” He snorted, sleepily. “Harry’s too bloody noble! He knows you belong to me! He’d never even consider poaching!” He yawned, and snuggled down into the pillow. “Pull that quilt up, wouldja?”
Hermione bent and pulled up the heavy comforter, to cover Ron. She regretfully recalled it was the one Harry had bought for them, when they’d moved in together.
“Thanks. He’s like that, y’know. He won’t do shit! Stupid prat!”
Hermione was fuming! How dare Ron do this to Harry…to her! How could he?
Then, another thought struck her. A really nasty one, that she knew would hurt her if she knew the answer was as she expected, but would hurt her far more if she didn’t. She needed to find for sure. She gathered her vaunted Gryffindor courage and asked: “What do your other girls think of it?”
“Hmmm.” Ron answered almost asleep. “They donnow. “…’d kill me for fucking over the great Harry…” He yawned again. “…Potter.” He fell silent, and soon began to snore.
Hermione sat up in the bed, stood and rushed into the bathroom. She cast a silencing charm on the room, bent over the toilet, and vomited. Then she sank down onto the cold tiles, and finally gave vent to the tears of betrayal that had demanded release. Now she knew why Ron never ask her to marry, he never loved her, just used her as his shag toy. ‘Fowl dirty bastard‘ She needed a shower she felt dirty and scrubbed and scrubbed as the tears flowed . The water turned cold, Her body pink almost red from scrubbing, she got out of the shower. And as she dried herself she decided.
Ron, oblivious to her pain, rattled on. “I got something Harry wants” She barely heard as she walked out the door.
Harry Potter sat in the lounge, carefully plucking put a tune on the Mandolin he’d found when he’d returned to Godric’s Hollow. It had been his father’s, bought in an attempt to impress his mother. Needless to say, one cannot be impressed by someone holding a musical instrument unless said person actually knows how to play it.
After the battle that had claimed so many lives, Harry went into seclusion. He’d held himself to blame for the actions of others for so long, it was second nature to him. Rather than glorying in the accolades of the wizarding populace, he’d made a brief statement, and vanished. Less than a dozen knew where he lived.
He’d surveyed the damage done to the cottage, where he lived with his parents, where they died, so long before, and rather than moving into another of his properties to live, decided to rebuild here. Almost a year of hard work, most done by himself, or with the help of his friends, and the cottage was done.
Now, he struck a sour note as someone rang his doorbell. Sighing, he set the mandolin on the sideboard. Stretching, out the kinks in his neck, as he went to the front door. He somehow knew who it would be. Very few were allowed past the wards that protected his home, one especially, the one he longed for.
Harry opened his door to find a very wet and very angry Hermione Granger standing on his porch.
“Hermione! What’s wrong? You’re dripping wet! You must be frozen! You’re shivering! Why didn’t you apparate? You know the wards are keyed to you!”
“I couldn’t, Harry. She growled. “I had to think.”
Harry was stunned. “What’s wrong, luv?”
He stepped out onto the porch and wrapped her in a loving embrace, then guided her into his home. Hermione sighed at his touch, as she normally did, but remained silent as usual too. Harry drew her into the entry hall, where he took her coat and hat, hung them on the rack and had her stand while he pulled off her soaked shoes and socks. He flung them onto the drying grate. Hermione knew Dobby or Winky would take these things and clean them properly, but just now, she was far too angry to care much for the rights of house-elves.
“You and Ron had a row?” Harry asked. He didn’t wait for a reply. “That’s too bad. Listen, why don’t you go in and relax in a hot bath and get into some fresh clothing. I’ll make us some dinner, and then we can talk about what’s wrong.” He hated to see her in pain, if it wouldn’t hurt her more he would kick Ron’s arse, but she was his, sadly.
Harry escorted her up the stairs and gently pushed her towards the suite he always kept ready for her. He kept one for Ron as well, but Ron had never availed himself of the offer. Hermione had, more than a few times, when she and Ron had rowed, or for when she was really lonely, as Ron was on the road a lot with the Cannons. Harry had always been a shoulder for her to cry on, never judging, just always being there. Hermione loved that Harry was always there for her, ready to comfort her, without asking anything in return, now she understood why, not want she had been taking for granted all this time, but something deeper. She had planned to find out if her feelings were right and to rectify the situation if so. She hoped she was right and hadn’t waited too long.
She entered her room and stripped off her sopping clothing, tossing them into the basket by the door. Dobby appeared in front of her, his tiny hands covering his enormous green eyes. She smiled as the house-elf tried to protect her modesty. Kneeling before the diminutive creature, she gently but firmly pulled his hands away.
“Dobby! We’re not even of the same species!” She insisted. “You can look at me naked. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.”
“Dobby thanks Miss Hermyninny Grangers…” The tiny elf squeaked. “…but Mister Harry Potter sir, tells Dobby that Dobby must never do anything that will make Miss Hermioninny Grangers uncomt…uncomfert…uncomterf…feel odd!”
“Uncomfortable?” Hermione soothed.
“Yes!” Dobby squeaked. “Uncomfterbal! So Dobby hides his eyes! Mistress Narcissa Malfoy would always have Dobby tightly bind his eyes! ‘Twas most uncomfterbal!”
“I can quite imagine it was.” Hermione returned. “Well, I don’t want you to do any such thing, Dobby. I am not Narcissa Malfoy. I assume you have drawn me a bath?”
“Yes, indeed, Miss Hermyninny Grangers. Dobby has drawn a bath, for you’s to unlax in. Mister Harry Potter sir, says to tell you, dinner will be along in under an hour. Winky is most put out. Mister Harry Potter sir, is doing the cooking! The master of the house is not supposed to be doing the cooking! That is what we house elves is for!”
Dobby also seemed rather put out by Harry’s actions.
Much to his surprise, Hermione leaned forward and engulfed him in a warm and tender embrace. He resisted for a second or three, but then relaxed into her arms. Shortly, he began to…well, purr…is the closest thing she could liken it to. Several minutes later, Hermione relaxed her embrace and kissed the little elf on the top of his head, and then spoke quietly.
“You are so sweet, Dobby. Will you ask Winky to come see me?”
When Hermione had released the little elf, he nodded rapidly, his overlarge ears flapping as he did, gathered up her wet clothing and popped away. Hermione noticed he no longer made the loud and rather distinctive ‘crack’ he used to.
She smiled indulgently and walked into her bathroom.
Harry had gone all-out building her private bath. She never thought about it before, why Harry had. He’d consulted with her closely and had arranged it just to her liking. She loved her bath.
The room was almost as big as her bedroom. One wall was almost entirely glass, and curved inward over the top so the occupant could watch the sunset, or the night sky. The tub, built in to the wall just below the glass, was large enough for two people to be comfortable, yet not extravagant. At the foot of the tub, there was a much smaller tub, only a foot deep and about one and a half square. It was set below a nicely made seat, and equipped with many small jets so the user could soak and soothe tired feet.
The separate shower stood just to one side of the center of the room, and was rather larger than she was used to, but its shape, a large glassed-in circle with one sliding glass door covering the entrance, required its size. She found it to be quite large enough for three people to shower together. Four, if they were friendly…more if they were very friendly. The shower, and to a slightly lesser extent, the tub, were the main focal points of the room. The toilet and bidet were off to the side, on a raised shelf, partially shielded by a shoulder-high rock wall.
On the exposed side of the wall, a wide countertop with a large oval sink waited. Three fold out mirrors, hung over a separate vanity table, next to it. Behind the mirrors, hid cupboards for medicines or cosmetics. Hermione had her essentials there.
Hidden speakers in the four corners of the room provided gentle music. Just then, they were playing a selection of Andean reed-flutes and accompanied by some sort of shaken rhythm instruments. It sounded like nature herself was singing to her. Harry built this Bath, Her Bath, Just for Her.
Hermione sighed blissfully as she eased herself slowly into the steaming bath. Just as the fragrant water reached her nipples, causing them to pucker tightly, Winky popped into the room, bearing a fine silver-chased crystal goblet, of her favorite red wine.
Like Dobby, she appeared without sound. Hermione wondered if they had been able to do so previously. She would imagine that it was a tiny bit of rebellion against cruel or uncaring masters. Winky handed the glass to Hermione who sipped, savoring the wine with delight. This was truly a wonderful wine, rich, slightly sweet, and flavorful. Just the way she liked it. Harry kept a cellar stocked with wines meant to be drunk, not hoarded.
“Winky greets Miss Hermione Granger. Dobby tells Winky, Miss Hermione Granger wishes to see Winky.”
“Hello, Winky.” She greeted. “That is a lovely dress.” Winky wore a sarong, made from a wrapped length of subtly patterned cloth. Hermione had long grown used to seeing Dobby wearing clothing, but it was only when Harry had formally taken Winky into his household that she wore them without protest. Harry, as master, could dictate to her the uniform of the house. He’d given her several choices as to the types of clothing before accepting her, insisting a household uniform be worn. Together, as a group, they’d hammered out the uniform variations for each season, for both her and Dobby. Any new elves taken in, would also be required to wear the same things. This way, it would be required uniforms, rather than clothing, per se.
Winky lowered her face, flushing brightly and shrugged her shoulders in pleasure at the complement.
Now it was time, “Can you tell me anything about Harry’s girlfriend?” Hermione asked, carefully. “I know so little about her. I’d really like to know what kind of girl she is, if I’m to meet her. I’d like to know what her likes and dislikes are, where she prefers to go to eat, what kind of wine she enjoys, that sort of thing.”
“Miss Hermione Granger…” Winky seemed more than a bit surprised at the request. “Master Harry Potter does not has a lady-friend. Master is all alone.” Winky continued in a softer voice: “Winky wishes master did have a special friend, for then, master would not be so very, very lonesome and inside sad.”
“No girlfriend?” Hermione was shocked. Despite what Ron had told her as to Harry’s sexual orientation, she knew there were thousands of witches, and wizards, out there who would be proud to call Harry their boyfriend, gay or not.
Also, he’d assured them many times, that he was dating this witch or that, even thought Ron always said after Harry left “it was a sham“. The scandal sheets had him picked out as the world’s biggest Casanova, leaving broken hearts behind him in a long trail of tears. Which she never really believed. Ron laughed “Casanova was a raving fairy“
. huh… ‘inside sad??’
“What about the girls Harry bring home?” she ask, not sure she wants an answer.
“Master Harry Potter never bring any girl, you only one who comes here”
Harry never brings any girl here, humm interesting. Just me…. She continues
“I always thought he was rather popular with the ladies. Especially after he killed Voldemort…” Winky interrupted Hermione by yelping in terror and dashing across the room to hide, trembling, behind the rock wall shielding the bidet.
“I’m terribly sorry, Winky.” Hermione stammered an apology for her blunder. “I forget there are those who still don’t say his name. Please come out.”
Winky anxiously peered around the wall, and seeing no identifiable dark lord, sidled out from her hiding place and across the room to Hermione’s side. She looked around, as if seeking the dark lord. Hermione smiled gently.
Hermione knelt in the tub, leaned out and gathered Winky to her in a warm, comforting hug. After a few moments of resistance, the little elf relaxed and cuddled into her, almost purring, much as Dobby had done.
When she felt Winky had relaxed enough, Hermione sat back and continued her gentle interrogation.
“Surely there must be a special girl for Harry.” She prompted gently. “Someone he thinks of? Maybe one whose picture is on his bed table?”
“Oh, no, Miss Hermione Granger!” Winky answered, shaking her head sadly. “They is only pitchurs of you’s, at Master Harry Potter’s bedside!”
“Me?” In a way, Hermione was shocked, pleasantly surprised, but shocked, however also felt a slow warming flow thru her. Had Harry denied himself the pleasure of a woman, because he wanted her, and only her, and would not compromise. She was also extremely pleased, for the same reason. Smiling, she raised the glass to her lips. Maybe there’s still time.
“Yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky thinks Master Harry Potter loves miss, but Master Harry Potter is afraid master will ruin you’s love with mister Ronald Wheezy if he…”
she stopped then continued “Winky once heard Master Harry Potter say: “He would cut it off, before he would hurt you two!”
Hermione choked at this. The wine, so smooth a second before, now bit harshly into her unprotected airway. Hermione dropped the crystal goblet into the tub as she coughed violently. Winky immediately began to pound firmly on Hermione’s naked back. When she insisted she would recover, the tiny creature desisted.
Hermione sifted around under the foam, until she found the crystal wine glass. She placed it on the edge of the tub, sighing regretfully at its loss. It had been a very nice wine!
“Is that a bad thing?” Winky questioned, innocently.
If Hermione had been drinking again, she would have choked once more. Turning her head sharply to stare at the elf, she sputtered: “Hell, yes, that would be a bad thing! That would be horrible!”
Winky started, and took a step back fearing Hermione’s reaction. Although the crouch was not nearly as bad as for the Malfoy’s, she’d also been struck in the service of her Dobby’s former master.
Noticing her fear, Hermione spoke softly. “Please, Winky, I’m sorry. Don’t be afraid. I would never hurt you. I hope you know that. You surprised me”
“Winky knows. Miss was rather odd, until you’s learned the reason for house- elves bondment. Now that you’s understands, you’s is a kind and lovey human.”
“Thank you, Winky. I appreciate that. I also thank both you and Dobby for finally setting me right on that issue. I still don’t think humans were meant to own others, but as you said, if a house elf is not bonded to a person or household, the elf will eventually die of magical depletion.”
“No we doesn’t. We dies ’cause we loses our magic.” Winky corrected.
“I understand, Winky.” Hermione laughed softly. “I said the same thing, but I said it a different way.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to me, Miss Hermione Granger.
“You are quite welcome. Now, back to what we were discussing. Yes, it would be a terrible thing for
Harry to ‘cut it off’, rather than cause me, or Ron unhappyness. You do know what the ‘it’ he was referring to, is, don’t you?”
“Winky is not sure…” She seemed embarrassed, she did notice the cold way miss Hermione said Ron.
“Winky, you and Dobby are mates, right?”
“Oh, yes! We is!” Winky positively glowed with happiness. Hermione grinned at the house elf’s visible happiness.
“Winky if it’s not too personal a question, when you and Dobby make love…” Hermione hesitated at the questioning stare she was getting. “Erm…When you and Dobby mate…” She smiled at the sudden understanding that flashed across Winky’s face. “…well, does he have a ‘something’ that goes inside you?”
“Oh, yes, but ’tis only when we is in season. We is not like you’s. Witches and wizards is in season all the time. Elves is in season only twice in a year. That is when mates is joined, where new elves comes from.”
“OK. When you are in season, Dobby has something he puts into you and that is how elf babies are begun.”
“Yes.” Winky answered. She rocked from one foot to the other. Thinking her tired, Hermione invited her to sit on the edge of the tub. Winky politely refused, but the rocking stopped.
“Well, Winky….” Hermione explained. “…for humans, because we are in season all the time, so you said, the act itself, is quite pleasurable. We enjoy it a great deal. If Harry were to cut his penis off, he would not only be in considerable pain, but he would also deny himself sexual pleasure for the rest of his life. We cannot regrow body parts, I’m afraid.”
Winky got it. “So, Master Harry Potter would instead cause he forever pain before he hurt you’s and mister Ronald Wheezy.”
“That’s about it, I’m afraid. What he doesn’t know, is that tonight, Ron let slip something, without meaning to. Something I hadn’t known. Something he’s hidden from me for several years.”
“That he throwed Master Harry Potter’s letter to you’s into the fire?”
“Yes! How did you know?” Hermione looked at the elf surprisely,
“Dobby saw Master Harry Potter and mister Ronald Wheezy talking that night.” Winky explained. “Dobby saw Master Harry Potter give a letter to mister Ronald Wheezy, and ask him to give it to you’s. Then he saw mister Ronald Wheezy throw it into the fire as soon as Master Harry Potter left, to go to the come and go room. Dobby cast a protecting charm and a make-look charm, on the letter, and as soon as mister Ronald Wheezy left the room, Dobby pulled the letter from the fire. Dobby burned his hands most grievously. Master Headmaster Professor Dumbledore had to give Dobby the whole day off to heal them!”
‘I’m gonna kill Ron!’ She thought angrily. To Winky, she smiled tenderly. “I just found that out, today. Ron was/is jealous of Harry, and so, he began dating me, just to have something Harry didn’t. He’s only ever seen the money Harry has. He never really understood what Harry’s wealth actually cost him.”
“What did Master Harry Potter want?”
“Me”
Winky nodded. Nothing more needed be said. Hermione was furious. Reaching a decision, and with a little change in her plans, she stood in the still hot water, ready to get out of the tub. She had to make this right to Harry. She continued their painful conversation as Winky held out a robe.
“Winky, Ron let something else slip. girl.. fiends. Do you know how many girlfriends does he have?”
“Mister Ronald Wheezy has only one girlfriend.” Winky answered. Hermione wondered if the elf would lie to her, but her thoughts were stilled by Winky’s next words.
“Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas he has only one girlfriend, but he has seventeen other birds on the side, he likes to shag from time to time.”
“WHAT!?!” Hermione shrieked, absolutely enraged! Winky vanished immediately.
Seconds later, a pounding of feet on the stairs sounded, and Harry crashed through the door, wand out and ready!
“Hermione!” Harry instantly turned his head left, then right, searching for the threat to his friend. Seeing nothing, he slowly lowered his wand and turned to find a livid Hermione standing in the tub, clad only in suds, and not many of them. Instantly, he turned his head.
“I heard you scream. Are you all right?”
“Yes, Harry, my love. I’m fine.”
Still keeping his eyes averted, he stammered: “Um…erm…OK. I’ll just go, then.” He turned to the doorway, only to be brought up short by Hermione’s voice.
“Harry? Don’t you like seeing me this way?”
Harry sighed, his head dropped. She could see his shoulders sag “Hermione, have you been drinking? Maybe it’s a good idea for you to go to bed.”
“Harry, I’m stone sober. I’ve just had an epiphany, tonight. Please look at me.”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t, ‘Mione. You know why.”
“It’s because Ron is shagging me, isn’t it?” Harry sort of twitch at Hermione’s uncharacteristic profanity.
“Yes.” He whispered sadly and fled the doorway.
Hermione smiled a pleased smile. ’oh Harry my love are you in for a surprise’
She stepped out of the tub, pulled on the terry robe Winky had dropped, toweled her long brown locks free of water, and then cast a drying charm on her hair.
Once done, she called out: “Winky?”
A fearful Winky appeared. “Yes, Miss Hermione Granger? How may Winky serve you?”
Hermione sat on the edge of the tub and leaned forward to bring her eyes close to those of the frightened house-elf.
“Winky, I’m ever so sorry I startled you. I found out tonight Ron is sleeping with other girls. That was bad enough, but now…well I suspected off and on, over the years, that he had other girls, but I never realized just how many. To a human, it hurts to find the man who says he loves you is having sex with another secretly, but it is insulting in the extreme; to discover that you are only one of a group of women your lover is having sex with. Especially after he’s told you that you are the only one he loves. We call this cheating. It is particularly deceitful. Do you understand?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Hermione Granger. Winky understands. Winky would be most angry if Dobby was to take a mate without Winky allowing.”
“You’d allow this?” Hermione asked. With all the research she’d done on house elves, and all she’d learned, she’d never even considered the mating aspects of her diminutive friends’ lives.
“Oh yes. This is proper for house elves. Dobby may take other mates if Winky, as first mate, allows. As first, Winky has the say as who others, Dobby takes as mate.”
“Hmmm.” Hermione hummed, then changed the topic, slightly.
“Winky, some humans tend toward polygamous relationships as well,”
“What’s pol-ig-um…?” Winky trailed off.
Polygamous? Well, that means many mates, like you described with elves. But mostly we just pair off in twos.”
“Oh. Thank you’s for explaining to Winky, Miss Hermione Granger.”
“My pleasure. Winky, if Dobby was to tell you that you were the only mate he has, and then you were to find out he has many, how would you feel?”
“Winky would be miserable-sorry, and very angry. Winky might even do Dobby a harm!”
“So, you can see how I feel. Ron has hidden from me, the fact that he has many mates. Likely, he’s also told each of them that she is the only one he loves, as well. I will have nothing more to do with him any further. I don’t particularly enjoy being lied to. Now, I need to talk to Harry. Do you have another robe? This one is wet.”
Winky snapped her fingers and a new robe appeared. Hermione shimmied out of the wet terry, and then donned the dry one.
She knelt before the diminutive elf, and spoke quietly. “I’m going to go downstairs, and try to ease Harry’s mind and try to make up to him. When we leave the kitchen, will you take over cooking whatever he’s making?”
“Winky will do.” Winky nodded her head sharply as if to put paid to that line. Then she added, smiling slyly: “Winky knows Missus Molly Wheezy would not like to hear her Ronald Wheezy would hurt his miss in such a fashion.” With a nasty grin, Winky shifted her eyes to the fireplace In Hermione’s room. “They is floo powder on the mantle.” She gathered up the wet robe and popped away.
Hermione gaped in shock at the devious elf, then grinned wickedly. ‘Note to self: Never hack off a house elf!’
Pointing her wand at the fireplace in her room, Hermione muttered “Incendio!” The flames immediately burst from the grate. Casting a pinch of floo powder into the flames, she called out: “Molly Weasley!”
A few seconds passed, and Molly’s head appeared in the fireplace. “Oh, Hello, Hermione, dear! How are you this evening?”
“I need to talk to you, Molly.” Hermione replied without preamble. “Can you come here for a few minutes?”
“Of course, dear. I see you’re not at home. Are you at Harry’s, then?”
“Yes.” Hermione nodded sadly. ‘what home’
“Very well, dear. Just stand to the side, and I’ll join you straight away.”
Molly came through the floo, in a rush of green flames. Winky instantly appeared to brush her off.
“Hello Winky. Thank you.” Winky curtseyed and vanished. Molly turned to Hermione and seeing the sadness in her face, asked gently: “Did you two have another row?”
Hermione shrugged and said: “Sort of. Would you have a seat, please?”
Molly sat. Hermione was about to call for Winky when she reappeared with a tea service and a plate of biscuits. She set them on the small table, and departed before Hermione could thank her.
“Well, dear, shall I be mother?”
“Please.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” Molly asked kindly as she poured.
“I found out something awful, today.” Hermione began. Even now, her lip was trembling and tears were forming. Molly was instantly concerned. Hermione never cried unless it was particularly serious. If she was weeping, there must be real trouble! Hermione went on.
“Ron and I were making love…or rather I should say, he was shagging me quite thoroughly. When he finished, he fell asleep, smirking and mumble something without realizing it. Just before he drifted off, I asked him what was he smiling about, and he said: “Oh, nothing. I just get something Harry wants!”
Molly gasped that her son would say something so crude to Hermione, but she had been Ron’s mother for far too long to think that he couldn’t. She had also been a mother for long enough to know that that was not the worst of this. And had no idea what Ron had that Harry wanted.
Hermione went on: “I didn’t particularly care for that remark, so I…well, I kind of wormed something out of him. Oh, Molly! He told me that the only reason he asked me to be his girlfriend was because Harry wanted to. In sixth year, Harry had given Ron a note to bring to me, asking me to meet him in the room of requirement, so he could ask me to be his girlfriend, and Ron had thrown it into the fire! He told me that he’d told Harry, that I wanted him and not Harry. He told me, when he asked me to be his girl, that Harry was gay!”
“Gay?” Molly was confused. “I’ve never known Harry to be particularly gay. In fact, he’s usually quite the opposite. Especially when he has time to think about his life. He can actually be rather…”
“Homosexual, Molly. Gay is a current euphemism for someone who is homosexual.” Hermione cleared that up. Molly’s eyes narrowed.
“I didn’t know Harry is homosexual. Well, he never showed any signs. To think, as long as I’ve known him, I should have seen this…”
“Molly, Harry is not gay.” Hermione interrupted with a bit of asperity. “Ron just said he was to get me to be his girlfriend!”
“Oh, I hardly think Ron would do something like that.” Molly tutted. “Are you sure you’re not just a little bit angry with…”
Winky and Dobby both appeared. Dobby held a folded cloth napkin. He addressed Molly. “Dobby saved this from the fire, Missus Molly Wheezy. Dobby burned his hands badly!” He handed the serviette to Molly, and then they both vanished.
Molly unfolded the napkin to reveal a badly singed envelope with ‘Hermione’ written on it in Harry’s distinctive handwriting. The parchment cracked and flaked as she opened it. She placed it onto the table and carefully extracted the page, and unfolded it.
Dearest Hermione,
Will you please meet me in the Room of
Requirement?
I have to ask you a rather serious question about us.
If you agree, I will be waiting for you
tonight, at nine o’clock.
All my love,
Harry
Hermione finally seeing the letter choked back a sob. ’Oh Harry’
“Oh, my!” Molly sighed. Then she looked up sadly at Hermione. “I didn’t know, dear. Truly, I didn’t.”
“How could you know?” Hermione temporized. “He kept it under his belt very well. It was only by chance that I learned today.” Hermione replied, thankful that Molly believed. She’d need her support.
“I take it, then, that this is not the worst of it?”
“I’m afraid not.” Hermione shook her head, sadly. “I also discovered Ron has a number of other girlfriends.”
“No!” Molly protested vehemently. “No, Ron may be devious.” She shook her head and wagged a finger. “He may even be a bit underhanded, but he’s not like that! He wouldn’t just…”
Molly broke off realizing she was trying to convince herself.
“Winky?” Hermione spoke quietly. Winky appeared.
“Would you tell us exactly what you said you overheard Ron say to Dean Thomas?”
“Winky will.” The little elf replied, nervously, as if fearing Molly’s inevitable upset. “Winky heard mister Ronald Wheezy tell mister Dean Thomas: “Hermione is a love sick bint. She can’t get enough of the Ron-meister! She wants it all the time, she does!”
“Mister Dean Thomas said ‘What about, well you know, when she’s flying the flag? Does she still want to shag?” Molly flushed at the ungracious words.
“Mister Ronald Wheezy said: “Who cares? When she’s flying the bloody flag, I just go and shag one of the others. Hell, I even get some touch on the side, even when she is giving it up! I could shag a new girl every night for half a month without repeats.”
Now, Molly was beginning to boil. Her face was turning red, in both anger and embarrassment, both for herself, and for Hermione. Winky saw the anger in her face, and stammered to a halt, backing a step or two. Molly noticed and immediately tried to set the house-elf at her ease.
“Never mind, Winky. I’m not upset with you, dear. I’m angry with my son. Go on, now, finish it up.” Molly encouraged her, smiling sadly to reassure the house-elf. Winky did.
“Mister Dean Thomas, asked Mister Ronald Wheezy: “You has fifteen girls on the side?” And Mister Ronald Wheezy answered: “Seventeen! Plus Hermione. You see, it’s perfect. You can ask me how many girlfriends I have and I’d be telling the truth. Hermione is my only ‘girlfriend’! The others are just birds I have on the side that I like to shag from time to time! Since I’m on the road all the time, she never finds out!”
Winky took a breath, then went on.
“Mister Dean Thomas told Mister Ronald Wheezy; “I don’t know Ron, it doesn’t seem right, you know, having all those birds in the bushes. Hermione deserves better.” Mister Ronald Wheezy got’s angry then and said: “Shut it, Dean. You got no place to talk. You got Angela and Ramona!” Mister Dean Thomas got’s angry too, and he said: “They know about each other! Hell, we all live together!” Mister Ronald Wheezy told him: “That’s your problem”, then he popped away! After he left, Mister Dean Thomas shook his head and said: “Stupid arse! He doesn’t know what he’s playing at.”
Winky took a few breaths as if reciting her tale had been exhausting. It probably had been. Hermione thanked her and asked her to bring two glasses of the wine she’d spilt before. Winky nodded her head rapidly and popped away, taking the tea service with her. Moments later, she returned, placed two goblets on the table and vanished once more.
Molly sighed. She was furious, but realized Hermione would want to settle this on her own. They sipped the wine for a time.
“Molly, can I count on you to not interfere?” Hermione asked quietly. “I intend to do two things.
First, I am going to make it up to Harry for all the years he’s wanted me, and denied himself, so as not to bruise Ron’s ego. The second thing I’m going for, is revenge!” She grinned unpleasantly as she said the word.
Molly nodded. “Yes, dear. I’ll stay clear, as much as I can. I’ll have a word with Arthur as well. I’m afraid I’m going to have to convince him not to drown that fool boy, straight away! I promise you this, though, we won’t help him. Son or not, Ron has gone too far this time. I’m afraid my boy needs some taking down. Please let me know if you need anything, Hermione. Oh, by the bye, if revenge is your goal, I’d recommend you speak to Ginny. She’s the one to turn to!” Molly smiled, stood and hugged Hermione warmly.
“You are always welcome at the Burrow, dear…Harry too!” She turned and threw a pinch of floo-powder into the fireplace, calling out: “The Burrow!” Seconds later, she vanished in a swirl of green flames.
Happy that she had some allies, or potential allies, at any rate, Hermione smiled. She walked to the bureau and opened her underwear drawer. The first thing she saw was a cute pair of knickers that Harry had bought her as a gag gift. It was meant for a wedding night joke for Ron. She smiled wickedly and put them on.
Now to make up with Harry.

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The Wrath of Gaia pt 2

So I have decided to post a few more parts, and if the reviews are lack luster, I will end it there. For the time being, I will try to post a new part every other day so as to give myself time to write them out. I would also like to point out since this will be brought up that I will not stay historically accurate with the gods abilities, so if you are going to complain about that, please know that you have been fair warned.

Felurian

Felurian, the faerie woman no man can resist, and who no man has ever survived…until Kvothe.

The Wrath of Gaia pt 4

Well I think apologies are first on my to do list on this everlasting night. I would like to apologize to all of you for going against my word on posting a part every two days. I spent sunday night in the hospital after a mild car accident and missed my chance to write up part 4. A man can only be judged by his words and his actions and I don’t intend to let my actions betray my words. So I plan on getting back into the story and will try to continue posting them. Enjoy

WoW Darkmoon Happy Endings chapter 2

“Ah, good you’re up,” said Wimond as Aroal descended the stairs of one of the inns in Stormwind. Aroal let out a sigh. He had wanted to get up before his brother did but, as it turns out, he had failed in his quest. Seeing no way out, Aroal walked over to his brothers table and sat down. Seeing food on the table, Aroal reached out for some but his hand was slapped away by his brother.
“Hey, what was that for?” demanded Aroal as he shot his older brother a nasty glare.
“We are not to eat yet,” said the older paladin. “We must fast before heading to the Cathedral of Light. Until we are done there we must only drink water.”
“Why are we heading there?” To his surprise Wimond said nothing at first. He just gave his little brother a smile that said ‘it’s for the best’. And whatever that was, Aroal knew he didn’t want to be a part of it.
“Well, there are several reasons that I don’t have time to mention at this moment,” said Wimond as he took a sip of his water.
“Well I have plans for today,” said Aroal as he tried to grab some food again, only to have his hand swatted away.
“No you don’t,” said Wimond as he eyed his younger brother.
“Yes I do,” said Aroal as he quickly searched his mind for any possible excuse he could use. Only one came to mind and it was a long shot. But he had to try. “I’m meeting up with Master Don Omar. I told you yesterday after we returned from Darkmoon, remember?”
Wimond crossed his arms. He didn’t remember much from yesterday due to the ale. But he did know Don Omar. Earlier in the year, when Aroal was still in his early days as a hunter, Wimond had come along to ‘assist’ in his brothers training. However, Don Omar apparently didn’t like it how Wimond kept ‘correcting’ the master and trying to tell his brother what he was doing wrong. Even when Don Omar himself said it was perfect. Then, halfway through the training session, Don Omar shot an arrow at Wimond and told him that he ever showed his high and mighty face on his training grounds again the next arrow wouldn’t miss. The message was clear and ever since then Wimond had never returned, staying out of Old Town completely.
“I will have to send a message to that man,” said Wimond with a sigh of defeat. “From now on I want any more training sessions to be approved by me, understand?”
“Control freak,” muttered someone else sitting at the table. Wimond got up, fist raised to pound whoever said that. What happened next, Aroal had no idea for he had a break for it before his brother could change his mind.
Once he was out of the Inn, Aroal’s first stop was to check in with the trainer just in case the man had any missions for him. However, Don Omar was out to the Faire which sounded like a good idea to the young hunter. He wanted to try his luck again with the Draenei girl or finish what he started with Kluhina.
As he made his way to the portal leading to the Darkmoon Faire, Aroal began to think more about his time with Kluhina. The experience itself had been…amazing. He would never have lusted over an Orc before, but he found that he was. Maybe it was because they didn’t get to finish what they started. Or perhaps it was because it was so taboo that most humans wouldn’t even consider it. It was the forbidden fruit that he had tasted and now wanted more. But whatever the reason was, Aroal was entranced by Kluhina.
It was a good twenty minutes later till he was back in the waiting room of the Darkmoon Spa. This time he was alone for a good five minutes before the female Gnome entered. She looked at Aroal for a moment and then smiled.
“Ah yes,” she said in a cheerful tone. “I remember you. Yesterday right?”
“That’s right,” said Aroal with a nod.
“Well you’re in luck because I have several beauties for you to choose from.” She then turned her head towards the hallway she had come from and called out for the girls. Aroal raised an eyebrow, not ecstatic about the choices. The first girl that came out was a Dwarf woman with white hair with a lot of wrinkles and liver spots. Next was a Forsaken woman who was missing most of her flesh. Lastly there was a bold headed Goblin that when she smiled he could see that she was missing several teeth. If this was luck, then he was in hell!
He was about to ask if he could wait awhile for someone else when the forth girl walked in. She was a Worgen with a silver grey coat and a white face mask that reminded him of a husky. Her long black hair, he noticed, had several braids along its sides. She had that perfect hourglass figure that none of the other women had. Her dress was much like the others, a two piece, which was red. As he looked her over, he felt like he had seen her somewhere before. Then, as their eyes meet he remembered her as she took a step back, clearly recognizing him.
Her name was Pilana Foxhunt, a Worgen warlock that he knew from his travels. They had left to help serve the Alliance about the same time and had run into each other on more than one occasion. She was funny and smart, a good combination in his opinion. However, it was his brother who made sure their time together was short. In the paladin’s mind, anything that had a curse on it was unfit to be in his presence as well as his little brothers. And when he found out she was a warlock, well the shit hit the fan. But what was she doing here?
Just then, someone else entered the Spa. Turning around Aroal saw a plump, red headed Dwarf shaman entered. His eyes widened and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw Pilana. As he did, Aroal heard a whimper escape from the lovely Worgen as she tried to hide behind the undead girl. Sadly it was a losing battle to hide behind a girl that was smaller and much thinner than her.
“Good day, good day,” said the Dwarf. “I see Pilana is up and ready for me it seems. Hope she’s ready for another round because this guy is!” He then began to laugh, not noticing that the girl he wanted didn’t want to be near him.
“I’m sorry,” said Aroal suddenly. “But I was about to pick her for myself before you entered.” This caused the Dwarf to stop in mid laugh. He then looked at Aroal with a serious look on his face.
“Oh, is that so lad?” he demanded. “Well, I called her out first so she is mine for the next hour!”
“Baven, the human was in front of you,” said the Gnome. “He gets first pick as is fair.” Grumbling, Baven took a seat while Aroal paid for the hour. Once the money was in the Gnome’s hands Pilana took Aroal’s hand and led him down one of the hallways. As they walked, Aroal saw a Night Elf that was dressed like Ysera coming out of one of the rooms. Must be one of the special requests that I heard about yesterday, he thought. He was then led into a room, much like the one he was in yesterday.
“Alright, let’s get you naked,” said Pilana with a predatory smile. “Oh, and thanks by the way. You saved my furry behind. That Dwarf can get pretty rough. Last time he was here I lost a couple chunks of my fur.”
“No problem,” Aroal replied as he began to undress before the lovely Worgen. “Mind telling me why you’re here?”
“Bills,” she replied with a sigh. “They weren’t kidding when they said that enchanting was a poor man’s profession. I spent so much money trying to buy shards and enchanting dust that I didn’t have enough money for food or rent. Then I heard about this place and heard they were hiring. It’s a good job for me. I get a lot of gold for doing something that feels so good. The only downside is that I can’t refuse a customer after they have paid.” Now Aroal was naked and Pilana was taking in the sites. “And what are you doing here away from your oh so holy brother? I can’t imagine that he would approve of you visiting this place.”
“He doesn’t know I’m here,” said Aroal as he sat on the table. “Had to lie to him just to get out of his sight. It was that or join him at the cathedral for several hours.”
“Lay on your back,” said Pilana. As he did, Pilana shook her head. Aroal was a friend and sooner or later she would have to get him to stand up to his family. They were still trying to control his life. But that would happen later. Right now she had a job to do and judging by his package she was really going to enjoy this one.
“Well this is different,” said the naked human once he was on his back. “I thought I was going to get washed up first like last time.”
“Oh you are,” said Pilana as she disrobed. “I just like to make it more personal.” Now she was in her full naked glory. Aroal couldn’t help but compare her breasts to Kluhina’s. Both were large, but the Orc’s had been larger. But still the pair in front of him was very nice. Grey fur covered her entire body, he noticed, except her nipples. Aroal watched as she moved to the end of the table and picked up one of his feet. She then began to lick it slowly, sensually. She licked every toe and in between them. Once she was done with both feet she made her way up his legs, then to his chest. She licked his nipples before making her way up to his neck.
Aroal had to fight from squirming. Pilana’s tongue felt good against his bare skin. It was both soft and warm. He was a little worried however. He knew what happened if a person was bitten by a Worgen. There was the chance that if she accidently bit him he would change into one of them. While Aroal didn’t completely object to the idea, he wasn’t sure how fast the transformation would take. If it happened to fast he would put innocent people’s lives at risk and he wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if that happened.
Then, his fear doubled as Pilana moved back down to the one spot she had intentional avoided: his cock. Right now it was nice and stiff, ready for her. Pilana stared at it with her yellow eyes for a moment as she imagined what it would be like when it entered her. But that moment was still in the future. She took hold of the member and began to stoke it while licking the head. Every so often she would stop, release it from her grip, and begin to lick the dick up and down until it was covered in her saliva. Then she would go back to stroking it and the cycle would repeat itself.
“I think it’s my turn,” said Aroal after a few minutes. Pilana looked up and grinned in understanding. As the hunter got up from the table she crawled on all fours until she was where Aroal had been before laying on her back. She then spread her leg and brought her clawed hands down to her lower lips so she could spread them. Aroal then got back on the table and brought his face close to her exposed slit. He stared at it for a moment before giving it a lick to taste out the flavor of her exposed flesh. And after one lick he dove right on in, pushing his tongue as far as he could into her pussy folds.
Pilana bucked her hips at the sudden intrusion of her partners tongue. She could feel it moving within her, searching and feeling her out. It felt so good that she began to make whimpering sounds in anticipation. She began to push her lower region into him, trying to get his tongue to go deeper. Then, to her displeasure, he pulled out. She was about to say something when Aroal began to lick her now exposed clit. She threw her head back due to the pleasure as his tongue assaulted her clit. After a few minutes of this Aroal then give it a light nip. The effect was immediate as Pilana came. Her juices slashed onto Aroal’s face who lapped them up to the best of his ability.
As Pilana lay there, panting from her orgasm, Aroal moved on to all fours. He then moved up and positioned himself at her entrance. Pilana looked at him for a moment as she felt his cock press against her folds. For a moment they stared into each other’s eyes before she nodded, giving him the unspoken permission. Aroal slowly slid his cock inside as he savored the feeling of her pussy. It was warm and wet, but not as tight al Kluhina’s was. He waited for a moment or two before he began to thrust in and out. It was slow at first but soon he began to pick up speed as her insides became warmer.
Pilana moaned loudly with each thrust. Her eyes were shut allowing her other scenes to become stronger. She could smell his scent mixed with his lust as his sweat began to cover his body. She could feel the impact of each thrust better.
“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Yes fuck me. Fuck that pussy with your nice hard cock. Yeah, you like that baby? You like my hot, dirty pussy?” Hearing her talk like that caused Aroal to pick up the pace. As he watched her breasts bounce he suddenly felt the urge to reach out and grab them. So, with a smirk on his face, he reached forward and gave the right one a squeeze which caused Pilana to moan even more loudly. It was feeling so good she just couldn’t help it. Then, without warming she got a wicked idea. “Please pull out.”
“What?” asked Aroal quickly as he complied with her wish. “Is something wrong?”
“Not really,” said Pilana as she got up onto all fours with her ass pointing towards Aroal. “I just thought you would like to finish up doggie style.” Aroal couldn’t help but grin as he slid back into her. He was still hard and knew he would cum soon.
Pilana closed her eyes as she savored the feeling of his cock as it hit several nerves that he couldn’t before. Also he went in deeper than in their previous position. It felt so good that her tongue began to hang out of her mouth making her look more like a beast. She could feel her pleasure build up so much that it could burst at any given moment. And by the hunter’s speed she knew he was close as well.
“Pilana, I’m going to cum soon,” he all but shouted.
“Do it,” she cried out. “Cum in my pussy! Spray my insides with your white juice. Please do it for me baby!” And with that he made one final, mighty plunge into her pleasure box. The Worgen’s eyes widened as she let out a long howl before she collapsed.
Aroal pulled his cock out as he lay down next to her. He then slowly reached over to embrace her and bring her warm, furry body closer to his. She was slightly trembling in his arms, but it soon ended. He felt her body relax next to his. Seeing her react like this made Aroal feel good inside. That not only was he given pleaser, but he also gave it as well.
“Pardon me but your time is up,” said the little Gnome woman. “Oh, and please keep it down next time. Don’t want all of Darkmoon to know what’s going on here.”
Several minutes later Aroal was dressed and back on the streets of the Darkmoon Faire grounds. On his way out the Gnome had told him about a special promotion. He could sign up and each time he visited he would get a chance to win the ultimate massage. He could pick any provider even more than one, for as long as he wanted on the last day. And if this wasn’t enough, he would also get a free nether drake battle pet. Needless to say Aroal signed up and planned to win this little contest.
“Aye lad,” came a voice behind him. “Aroal turned around and saw the Dwarf he had seen earlier. The Dwarf beckoned to him, so with a shrug Aroal walked over towards the food court where the dwarf was. As he got closer he noticed that the Dwarf wasn’t alone. There was also a Night Elf couple and a male Troll all sitting at the same table. “Have a seat lad.”
“Ah, thanks,” said Aroal awkwardly as he sat down. “Sorry about earlier.”
“Not a problem lad,” laughed the Dwarf. “Managed to get a Tauren after you snagged the fine Worgen lass. Now where be me manners? The names Baven Stormanvel. This here is Ryrion.” Baven gestured to the male Night Elf who had dark purple skin and bright green hair that was braided down his shoulders. His face was hardened as well as battle scarred. Aroal could tell that this was a warrior who had seen many battles. That and the heavy armor that he wore. “And that be his mate Tinedra.” Tinedra was ever different form her mate. Her skin tone looked between a light purple and pink while her hair, which was pony tailed, was a dark purple. Her facial markings reminded the hunter of butterfly wings. She was dressed in the white robes of the priestess and had a kind smile. “And this here eyesore be called Gal’Vis.” The Troll had bright blue skin, large tusks, and a bright red mohawk. He was dressed in the robes of the druid and didn’t seem to be put off by his introduction. If anything he seemed more amused.
“The names Aroal,” said the human hunter to everyone. “So, how did you all meet?”
“Same place I meet you,” replied Baven. “We are customers of that there massage parlor.” With that the Dwarf gave Aroal a wink, letting him know that they all went there for the same reason.
“Well this is a surprise,” said Aroal as he looked at the Night Elf couple. “You both don’t mind?”
“It was my idea,” said Tinedra with a blush. “After nine thousand years of marriage, life in the bedroom gets a little…predictable. When we heard the rumors about the parlor, we thought it might be a great way to spice things up with a threesome.”
“Night Elf pussy be too good ta pass up on,” said Gal’Vis with a nod. “We be seein each other in da waiting room den here for some drinks. We be talkin about who be givin da best service an comparin notes.”
“So lad, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you going there?” asked Baven. “Not that I’m judging or anything, but a lad like yer self shouldn’t have a problem with the lass”
“Oh, I guess it’s mainly because of my brother,” answered Aroal as he looked a little embarrassed. “My parents asked him to watch over me when I left home and since then he’s done his best to control almost every aspect of my life. He keeps me moving from place to place so there’s not a lot of time for me to get to know any of the girls I meet along the way.” Tinedra shook her head.
“That’s pathetic,” she said. “It’s your life and your letting someone else make the big decisions for you. If you’re a man then tell him to fuck off!”
“Now, now,” said Baven as waved his hand at the priestess. “I don’t think anyone at this table should be passing judgment.
“Well I’ve only been there twice,” admitted Aroal. “So before Pilana I was with Kluhina.”
“She’s the Orc, correct?” asked Ryrion in a deep voice. Aroal nodded. “I have heard that she is new. What kind of services does she provide?”
“Didn’t really get to finish,” admitted the human.
Baven grinned. “Better luck next time.”

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Esculentus Amor – Chapter 2

Chapter 2
The hotel was brilliant compared to the dank, small building I had been expecting. The room we had booked for the night was small, furnished with only a king-sized bed, a small TV on top of a desk, and a bathroom, but it was well-cleaned and painted a soothing light blue.
“So, shall we get on with it, or wait a bit?” the man asked. He had been the same way since leaving Hooters, quiet and to-the-point. Not mean, but very curt.
“Well, I’d like to know your name.” I said, smiling. “I’m Sade, by the way.”
He looked at me for a long time, a gaze that was neither accusing or believing. “I’m Jay.” he answered.
“Uhm, if you don’t mind me asking, h-how old are you?” I asked, a small blush coloring my cheeks.
“25.”
“Good. I’m 18.”
“So, wanna start?” he asked, not impatiently, but not kindly, either.
Feeling extremely awkward, I nodded. I didn’t really know how this would work. Would we start with foreplay? Or would we watch a movie or something to get in the mood. Turns out I was wrong in both guesses. I suddenly saw a blur, felt my low-cut tanktop leave my body, followed by my skirt, then I was on the bed with a naked man on top of me. I felt fear seize me as I sized him up, noticing the rippling muscles in his arms and his washboard abs.
“You must be quite educated,” I murmured, not missing the speed in which he’d gotten us undressed and ready.
He grinned, then glanced at my closely trimmed pussy, which was noticeably dry. As a “newer” Succubus, it was much more difficult for me to get aroused.
“I guess the sight of Lil’ Jay wasn’t enough,” he said softly. I grinned sheepishly, watching Lil’ Jay with hunger. He was very nice looking, indeed, and quite large.
Suddenly, Jay slid down my body. He lifted my legs at the knees and spread them wide, then lowered his head to my thigh. He nibbled on the skin of my inner thigh, sending tingles up my spine. I squirmed under him as my pussy began tingling and growing wet. Instead of moving on to my pussy, he turned his attention to the other leg. I moaned a little as he sucked my skin. By the time his warm mouth found my pussy, it was soaking wet. He slid his tongue along the slit of the two lips, tickling me with his light stubble. I moaned again, and was finally rewarded by his tongue pushing past the yeilding skin and into my tight pussy. He began flicking his tongue in and out, occasionally biting gently down. His hand crawled up and began circking my clit. As my legs wrapped around his head, pushing his mouth deeper into my pussy, I felt myself heading for an orgasm. ** He lifted his head from my pussy, my juices dripping off his chin and his eyes blazing, and I cried out with as my body shook and stretched as I climaxed.
Jay didn’t hesitate before positioning himself back over my now-wet cunt. He grinned down at me, licked his lips free of my love-juices, and pushed Lil’ Jay deep into my pussy. He slid in easily, and filled me. I arched my back a little, pushing him further into me. Then he pulled out, thrusting back in with enough force to make his balls slap loudly against me. I rose to meet each thrust as he began a startling fast pace. ** His grunts grew louder as I felt another orgasm seize me. My vaginal walls tightened around his cock, refusing to let go as I cried out in pleasure. When I came back to earth, he began thrusting harder. I lay back on the bed, feeling my entire body shake, along with the bed, from the force of each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he pushed deeper into my pussy, almost touching my womb, and my pussy was filled with his hot cum. He shot two more loads into me, then lay back on the bed next to me, breathing heavily.
I felt his hand near my side and placed mine over it. I felt a strange contentment, as though I’d just eaten a very satisfying meal.
Jay suddenly rolled on his side to face me, a serious look on his face.
“Why did you want to come here?” he asked suddenly. “I know it’s not for money.”
“H-how do you know?” I asked.
“You agreed to come here without even stating the price you were expecting. And you never asked me for money before we began.”
I felt my face flush at being called out. I had no idea what else to tell him.
“Just tell me. No matter what you say, I won’t think of you differently.”
I sighed. It would probably be best to tell a stranger. Then I could just leave if he made fun of me or got mad. And if he believed me, I’d have a steady source of sperm.
“I’m a Succubus, a sex demon.” I said, feeling my heart begin to race in my chest. There was a long silence, filled only by our breathing and the blood pounding in my ears.
“Prove it.” he said after a few minutes of silence.
I sighed, stood beside the bed, and watched him for a moment. “If I show you, you must promise not to tell anyone.” Jay nodded, and I closed my eyes. A few seconds later, the skin on my back ripped open, but no blood fell and there was no pain. Then small black wings burst from the slits in my shoulder blades. They were wet and furled, like those of a newborn bat. I unfurled the four-foot long wings, flapping them briefly. Two more slits opened in my head, also void of blood or pain, and two tiny horns rose slowly out of them. To complete the transformation, the skin right above my butt split open, and a long, red tail slithered out. It was topped with a triangular tip. All of these no features were as black as the long, wavy hair that tumbled down my back.
I locked gazes with Jay, who’s mouth had fallen open and was breathing heavily. At the intense stare he was giving me, I felt ashamed and humiliated, and felt a hand automatically cover my breasts. The other went in front of my bare pussy.
“Well?” I said after a few more moments of his staring. I felt terrible for not telling him when a look of revulsion came over his features. It was gone almost as soon as I had seen it.
“I-is it real?” he asked, gesturing to the wings. I nodded and turned my back to him, revealing the cuts in my skin. I shivered as his cool fingers gently grasped the leathery skin. His hand then grabbed the tail, and he gently prodded the pointed tip. At his sharp intake of breath, I knew he’d pressed a little too hard.
“This is why you wanted to have sex with me?” he asked, and I turned to face him, still blushing in humility.
“Um, yes. You see, Succubi live off of sperm. We need some every day.” I said quietly, refusing to look at him. I knew he’d be disgusted by my eating habits.
“So how do you get it?” I glanced at him quickly, surprised to see curiosity in his eyes.
“Well, prostitution at the moment.” I answered, waiting for the curious expression to become hatred. It never came.
“Why are you here? Do Succubi usually live among humans?”
“No. I believe I’m the only one. There’s a place called Blanditia, a world similar to Earth. This is where the Succubi and Incubi — our male counterparts — live. There, Succubi — or Incubi — build up large harems to keep themselves fed. I would have done the same and taken over my mother’s harem, but she’d had a daughter before me. Because of this, she decided to send me to Earth. I’m like an experiment. If I can survive down here, then other Succubi may come down.”
“Do you guys eat humans? Or just the sperm?” he asked suddenly, fear darkening his eyes.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no. Just sperm. We also eat human food.”
He didn’t say anything else, just watched my wings and tail. Finally, my hands left their posts and hung limply at my sides. He didn’t seem very shocked, scared, or repulsed. It was odd.
“Do you believe me?” I asked.
“Of course. You have a tail and wings and horns.”
“Then why aren’t you scared?” I asked.
“You didn’t harm me earlier. And you need me.” Jay answered, a small smile crawling across his lips.
“Need you?” I parroted.
“Yes. I can’t have you selling your body to scum, and you need to eat.” he answered, smiling wider at my blush.
“Are you offering me your body?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“Are you crazy?” I cried. “You shouldn’t believe me, and you definitely should not be offering yourself to me.”
Jay laughed. “I am a little crazy. I’m also a nice guy. You need sperm, I produce it daily, you’re good at sex, and I enjoy sex. It all adds up.” he said simply.
“Th-thank you, then.” I said, smiling.
“You’re welcome.” He answered my smile with his own. “Now where do you live?”
——————————-
“Hello Mother.” I said, trying in vain to keep from grinning.
“What happened to you, Sade?” she asked.
“I have a…” I paused, not sure what to call him. We definitely weren’t dating. “A sperm donor!”
“Really? That’s great, dear. Is he good looking?”
I giggled. “Mother! He’s a meal, he doens’t need to be good-looking.”
“He is, isn’t he?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Where is this young man, I’d like to speak with him.”
“He’s sleeping. You can talk to him later.”
“Your father allowed him in the house?” Laden exclaimed, as shocked as I’d been when Robert invited Jay to stay with us.
“Yeah. I think he’s just glad I won’t die, and he doesn’t have to offer me any more advice on selling my body.”
“Is that how you met him?”
“Yes.”
“Does he know?”
“Y-yes.” I muttered, expecting a lecture. Mother just smiled.
“That’s very good, dear. I’m so happy for you!” she said.
I told her goodbye, then turned off the TV. I stayed in the room for a few more minutes before slowly getting up and walking to my bedroom. The room I now shared with my sperm donor. He was sleeping, as I’d told Mother. I yawned, slipped out of my pants and shirt and crawled under the covers beside him, in only underwear. He turned toward me, eyes still closed, and wrapped an arm around me. I was about to smile happily over the kind gesture, but then his other hand grabbed my breast.
“Pervert.” I whispered, but didn’t push him away. I just closed my eyes.
———————————Author’s Note: Thank you for reading the second chapter of Esculentus Amor! I hope you enjoyed it. Now, about the ** in the beginning. I stole this idea from another writer. Everytime I have to stop in the story to “relieve” myself, I put two astericks there. If you like it, I’ll continue, but if not, just say so and they’ll go. Thanks again. ^^ If there’s anything you’d like to see in the next installment, or see changed in this one, please comment or email me at [email protected].

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The Devil’s Pact Chapter 12: Aftermath

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013
Chapter Twelve: Aftermath
“You fucking whore!” Allison yelled at Sister Louise and swung the wooden spoon in her hand hard, smacking it across Sister Louise’s pale ass.
“Please stop!” Sister Louise begged in pain. “Please, it hurts! Ahhh!” Another wooden spoon smacked her ass, swung by Desiree. “Please, God, save your servant!” Smack! Allison hit her ass and Sister Louise moaned in pain. Smack! Desiree hit her ass. Smack!
The living room was a mess. Furniture lay strewn about, the carpet was sticky with blood from Korina and Desiree’s wounds. Korina was lying on her back while Fiona pressed a towel to her left arm, staunching the blood from her bullet wound. Chasity was talking in her radio. The police officer was still topless, although she had recovered her gun from when Sister Louise made her drop it. Xiu was in the kitchen, attending to her bleeding nose. Apparently, Mary landed a nice kick while they were struggling and Xiu’s nose appeared broken. Violet huddled in the corner, the teenager hugging herself and watching the nun get beat with dull eyes.
I sat on the recliner, my head aching from the rolling pin Korina had cracked across my skull while under the control of Sister Louise. Mary sat across my lap, hugging me tightly as we watched Allison and Desiree take turns spanking the nun’s ass with wooden spoons. The nun was bent over the arm of the couch and the air was filled with wood smacking flesh and the nun’s grunts and yelps of pain. Her ass was slowly turning into a mass of red welts.
Smack! “Oh, please stop, please!” Smack! “It hurts, it hurts! Mercy, please God, Mercy!” Smack! “Please!”
The bitch deserved it. She tried to steal our powers and take our sluts from us. And spanking was only the beginning.
Smack! “Stop!” Smack! “I’m sorry, please stop!” Smack!
“The ambulance will be here in three minutes, sir” Chasity reported. She was our newest sex slave. Before the nun attacked us, I thought it would be prudent to have some bodyguards. I pictured a cadre of sexy women would be perfect, but after Louise so effortlessly took control of our sluts, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
I kissed Mary’s wrist, right above her scrapes. “I gotta head off the police and medics. Make sure they understand what’s going on.”
“Yeah,” Mary said, flatly. There was a distant look in her eyes, like she was off somewhere else.
“You okay, Mare?”
She sighed. “Just tired.”
“It’ll be okay, Mare,” I told her, kissing her on the forehead.
“Sure, it will,” she whispered, and tears started to brim in her eyes. “Until the next nun comes.”
“We defeated this one, we can defeat the next one,” I told her, trying to sound like I believed it. “We’re better than them. And we have Lilith.”
Mary nodded, wiping at her tears and trying to appear convinced, but I could still see lingering fear in her eyes. “Okay, Mark. Let’s go talk to the police.”
She slipped off my lap and helped me stand up. I swayed a bit, still a little dazed from the blow to my head. Mary slipped her arm around my waist to support me and together we walked outside as the sound of sirens grew in the distant. It was still light outside, the sun just starting to set. It was hard to believe that from the time I walked through the door and was attacked to now was only twenty or so minutes. It seemed like hours ago when I laid in pain on the floor as that nun rode my cock, trying to get me to cum so she could take my powers. It was just so damned normal outside. Our entire world had just been turned upside down and yet out on the street, everything seemed the same. Up the street, a man mowed his lawn. On the porch next door a woman dressed in a business jacket and skirt smoked a cigarette, sitting on a porch swing. An elderly couple walking their two dogs.
Sirens grew in the distance and a Puyallup patrol car was the first emergency vehicle to race up the road, parking next to Chasity’s cruiser. Two more patrol cars quickly followed and more cops spilled out. I waved them over and greeted them friendly. “Officers, I’m Mark Glassner and this is Mary Sullivan. Anything we do is perfectly legal. If anyone approaches you and says ‘I serve Mark Glassner’ or ‘I serve Mary Sullivan’ you will do whatever they say.”
The three cops nodded. “Okay, Mr. Glassner,” the elder of the trio said. His hair was graying and he had white chevron stripes on his sleeve. I guess he was a sergeant.
“Okay, there’s a woman with a gunshot in the arm. The woman who shot her is Louise Afra and is being disciplined inside. I will keep custody of her and make sure she’s punished.”
The sergeant didn’t even blink. “Absolutely, Mr Glassner.” Another wave of dizziness rolled through me and I stumbled a bit and Mary grunted as she steadied me. “Are you all right, sir?” the sergeant asked.
“I’m fine,” I muttered.
“He got hit in the head,” Mary butted in.
Chasity walked out of the house, still topless. “Officer Vinter, where is the rest of your uniform,” the sergeant spluttered. The other two cops eyed her appreciatively, smiling and elbowing each other.
Chasity blushed. “Mark’s orders, Sgt. Kelly.”
“It’s okay for Chasity, or any woman who’s beautiful, to go topless or even totally nude,” Mark told the cops.
“Absolutely,” one of the cops, a lean Asian in his late twenties, said while he leered at Chasity.
“The prisoner is still being disciplined,” Chasity said. “Is there anything else, Sir?”
“So, Mark, why don’t you introduce me,” Mary said, eying Chasity.
“Right,” I answered. “Mary, this is Chasity, she’s going to be one of our bodyguards, or at least she will if we can figure out a way to protect the sluts from being dominated by one of these nuns.”
Mary reached out and fingered Chasity’s nipple. “So, you’re my slut now?”
Chasity shuddered in pleasure. “Yes, mam.”
The ambulance arrived followed by a red, fire truck. More neighbors were gathering on their porches and driveways to watch the events. The ambulance drivers and firefighters gathered their equipment and walked up. I ordered them to ignore anything weird going on in the house. Several started to work on Korina’s gunshot, while another check me out, shining a light into my eyes, and asking me questions. Korina was loaded into the ambulance to be taken to Good Sam for surgery. Xiu and I were recommended to go to the ER to be check out. Two more cops arrived while I was being examined and that was two more cops under my orders. It wouldn’t be long before the entire Puyallup Police Department was under my orders.
Then the first of the news crews arrived. I shouldn’t be surprised that an officer involved shooting in a rich neighborhood would attract the news. And that drew the Chief of Police, an iron hard man in his fifties, with gray hair and whip-thin frame. He looked in better shape than some of his officers in their thirties. His uniform was clearly the dress blues of the Puyallup Police Department, with silver piping, epaulet with silver eagles, and various medals decorated his chest.
“Chief Hayward,” I greeted. He had a firm handshake. I gave him the standard instructions and led him into the house.
Allison and Desiree were still vigorously spanking Louise, who’s ass was solid red with welts. Desiree was naked, having removed her ruined maid’s outfit, her nut brown skin had a sheen of sweat and her heavy breasts bounced and jiggled as she swung her wooden spoon. Teenage Allison was a fair skinned, petite girl with generous sized breasts, although not as large as Desiree’s. She was wearing her maid’s outfit, bodice so transparent her hard nipples and silver barbell piercings were easily visible. She was bent over slightly, her short, ruffled skirt hiked up to expose the many petticoats underneath as well as just the bottom of her pert ass.
Fiona walked in from the kitchen, naked. Apparently, Louise had interrupted the sluts shopping trip and they didn’t get any of the maid outfits or other slutty clothing as we told them to get. Fiona remember her orders, though, and must have stripped naked while the medics worked on Korina. She was curvy Irish gal with strawberry-blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She could almost be Mary’s sister, both had freckled faces and breasts, although Fiona’s tits were a cup-size larger, and both had fiery pubic hair, Mary’s waxed save for a heart-shaped patch above her pussy while Fiona’s was a mass of wild, red hair.
Violet was curled up on the recliner Mary and I had vacated, still clothed. Her hair was messed up, locks escaping her pig tails, and she had several scratches on her arm from Allison wrestling her to the ground. “Slut!” Mary barked at Violet. “You’re in the house and not naked!”
“Sorry, Mistress!” Violet gasped, the blood draining from her face. She quickly pulled off her black dress and started to pull off her knee socks with garters encircling her slim thighs when Mary stopped her.
“Uhhhmm, you look delicious with those on,” Mary purred, eying the teenage girl’s slim body. Her breasts were small, just budding with small nipples. A curly bush of brown hair covered her tight cunt. Mary bent her over the other arm of the same sofa that Louise was bent over and smacked Violet’s ass, hard.
“One,” Violet gasped, “thank you, Mistress.” Every time Mary smacked her ass, Violet counted aloud and thanked her. Mary enjoyed disciplining the sluts, and I enjoyed watching, or I would if I didn’t have this pounding headache. Between spankings, Mary would caress her ass and pussy, and Violet was visibly aroused by the fifth spanking, rubbing herself against the couch arm.
“Fiona, why don’t you get to know, Chief Hayward,” I ordered as the chief sat down in one of the reclining chairs. Fiona smiled and before the chief could react, draped her naked form across his lap and kissed him on the lips. The chief was flustered and I could see a gold wedding band on his finger. But he didn’t object after a moment. The old guy probably hasn’t had a naked twenty-year old on his lap in thirty years.
“You’re going to keep the prisoner?” Chief Hayword asked, glancing over at Louise. He seemed uncomfortable at her treatment.
“Yeah.”
“What am I supposed to tell the reporters, or the DA?”
I thought for a minute. “Have the DA call me if he has any concerns. As for the news reports, tell them that a Louise Afra is being detained for attempted murder and breaking and entering.” That way, whoever sent Louise would now she failed. Hopefully, it would make them cautious.
The chief frowned, but nodded his head. “Okay, Mr. Glassner.”
“So, Chief Hayword,” I said. “I’m going to need a group of officers to provide protection for Mary and I, and our sluts.”
“I think that might be arranged,” the Chief said as Fiona begin kissing at his neck. His hand had found her plump breast and hard nipple. “How many?”
I had thought about that. I figured three eight-hour shifts with two officers would require six for a day, so double that should be enough. “Twelve.”
The Chief frowned. “That’s a lot of manpower. That’s almost an entire patrol shift.”
“Well, they also have to young, attractive women, like Officer Vinter,” I said, pointing to Chasity.
Smack! “Nine, thank you Mistress!” purred Violet.
“There’s maybe two more officers that I have that fit the bill,” Chief Hayword said.
I frowned. Fuck, I didn’t think about that. I thought for a moment, then asked, “Well, is there anyway we can get a meeting with other police departments?”
Smack! “Thirteen, thank you Mistress!”
“Yeah,” the Chief said, nodding. “There’s a board meeting for LESA in a two days. All Chiefs of Police in Pierce County and the Sheriff will be there.”
“Lisa? What’s that?”
“The local law enforcement pools their resources for things like 911 operators and radio dispatchers. The Law Enforcement Support Agency, or LESA, takes care of that. All the Chief of Police and the County Sheriff sit on the board.”
Smack! “Fifteen, thank you Mistress!”
I nodded. That would work if we could figure out a way to make the sluts immune to these nuns. “Okay, I’ll be there.” I shook his hand. “Have fun with Fiona,” I said with a smile.
“Er, yeah,” Chief Hayward said, looking embarrassed.
“We’re going to have lots of fun, Master,” Fiona purred. “His cock feels so hard in his pants. I bet you haven’t had a hot chick in years.”
“My wife is very beautiful,” the Chief said.
“Not as beautiful as me,” Fiona challenged.
“No,” Hayward whispered and Fiona smiled wickedly.
“Twenty, thank you Mistress!”
“Any of your officers is free to fuck any of the sluts save for Violet.” I told the chief. Mary who just had finished disciplining Violet, looked questioningly at me. “My cock’s the only one that’s been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way,” I told her.
“Oh, thank you Master,” Violet cooed.
Mary smacked her ass again. “Don’t think you’re any better than the other sluts, just less used. So, can I finally take you to the hospital, hun? I want to make sure Korina didn’t scramble your brains.”
“Fine, fine,” I said. “Sluts, you can stop disciplining the bitch, for now.” I walked over to Louise, and gripped her face hard in my hand, twisting her face to stare up at me. “Cunt, you’re the property of Mary and I now. You will obey the commands of every one of our sluts.”
Mary spat in her face. “You will only go by Sister Cuntrug!” Mary ordered.
“Y-yes,” Sister Cuntrag stammered, tears streaming down her face.
Mary slapped her face, hard. “You address me as Mistress, Cuntrag!”
“Sorry, Mistress!”
I walked around Sister Cuntrag and stared at her red ass and furry pussy that peaked out between her thighs. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out and smacked her ass, enjoying her moan of pain. And then I slid my cock down her ass and between her legs and shoved it up her cunt. She was dry and she screamed in pain as I rammed it up her. Her cunt was rough on my dick.
“Mark, I thought we were going to the hospital,” Mary objected.
“Just let me rape the bitch, Mare,” I panted, fucking Cuntrag hard.
“Fine, hun,” Mary sighed. She pressed her body against my side and kissed me. “Don’t take too long.” Then she disappeared into the kitchen to get Xiu.
“Rape her, Master!” cooed Allison. Desiree had wrapped her arms around Allison and was fingering the slut beneath her skirt, as Desiree watched in satisfaction.
Violet sat on the other arm of the couch, watching wide eyed, her legs were spread and she pinched her clit gently. Chasity leaned against the corner of the couch, watching in fascination as she slowly rubbed her crotch against the corner, masturbating on the couch. Her breast swayed with her rhythm.
I grasped Cuntrag’s hips and just slammed into her hard and deep. She was sobbing, wiggling her ass, trying to escape my cock. “Why are you fighting, whore!” I demanded in anger. “This is what you wanted! You came here to get my cock up her nasty twat and shoot my cum inside you! Why aren’t you happy!”
“Please!” begged Sister Cuntrag, “Please stop! I’m sorry! Let me go, I won’t tell anyone, I promise!”
“Fuck that!” I moaned. “You’re mine, now! So you better learn to like having my cock up her cunt! Now, beg for my cum!”
“P-please! C-um inside me!”
“You can do better, whore!”
“Cum inside my n-nasty, dirty c-cunt!” she stammered. “Fill me up with your thick cum, Master!”
“Here you go!” I moaned. “Here it cums!” My cock flooded her dry pussy with cum. I pulled my cock out of her swollen pussy, white sperm leaking out. Cuntrag sobbed quietly.
Mary was back and slapped Cuntrag’s face. “Good little sluts thank their Master when he gives them his cum!”
“T-thank you, Master,” Cuntrag cried.
“Chasity, go throw Sister Cuntrag into the a closet,” I ordered as I put away my cock. “Then you sluts will start cleaning up, unless any cop wants a taste of your snatches. Desiree, the carpet probably needs replacing, so start making calls. When you’re finished, there’s a bunch of duffel bags in my car, take them down to the basement and start counting the money.”
“Yes, Master,” Allison and Desiree said together and then giggled. The naughty sluts were looking forward to having some cop dicks up their twats.
Fiona didn’t answer, she was too busy, having already fished out the Chief’s cock and was slowly riding him. Mary smacked her ass. “Did you hear the orders, slut?”
“Oh, yes,” Fiona moaned, riding the Chief’s cock.
I grabbed Violet and whispered, “Get the camcorder and film the Chief with Fiona.” It couldn’t hurt to have some blackmail, just in case.
Mary kissed all the sluts farewell. On the way to the car, I gave the cops the word there were free cunts inside for their uses. I always believed in supporting the boys in blue. Then Mary, Xiu, and I got in Mary’s Eos. Xiu nose had stopped bleeding and she had cleaned up the blood. Her face was starting to swell, and her nose was a little crooked. Mary started her car up and back out of the driveway, threading through the cop cars. The firetruck and ambulance had already left, leaving six police vehicles. Passing two news vans setting up at the end of the street.
“Do you know what happened to Lilith?” Mary asked, as we drove away. I frowned and realized I hadn’t seen the demoness since the cops arrived.
“I’m here,” a sultry voice purred.
Mary jumped, glancing in her mirror, and the car swerved. Lilith was sitting in the back of the car next to Xiu. She was dressed in that same tight, red dress that was so gauzy it did nothing to hide her lush body beneath. Her silver hair had a wild, tossed looked like she had just been fucked hard in bed. Desire filled the car, and my cock hardened painfully in my pants.
“I choose to retreat to the shadows,” Lilith purred. “I detest the mortal world.”
Mary nodded, and swallowed. She seemed very uncomfortable with Lilith present. “We need to talk when we return from the hospital. Wait for us up in the master bedroom,” Mary said, sounding painfully unsure she could actually command Lilith.
Lilith smiled, a hungry, predatory smile. “As you wish, Mistress.”
“Wait, this won’t count as a boon?” I asked.
“Oh, no,” Lilith said. “I have to exercise power for it to be a boon. Healing Desiree or breaking that nun’s powers. But talking, or other bedroom activities,” she archly said, “why they require no power at all.”
And then she was gone. Xiu gasped and there was a wet, sloshing sound and I realized Xiu was masturbating. Lilith exuded sex and lust, infecting everyone around her. My cock was painfully hard and I could see Mary’s nipples tenting her white blouse and her face flushed with desire. She licked her lips and glanced at my crouch.
“You better not stain the leather,” Mary warned as Xiu was frantically frigging herself.
“I won’t, Mistress,” Xiu panted, her voice nasally from her broken nose. A tangy musk permeated the air as Xiu pleasure herself. The only sound in the car was the squelching of her fingers plunging into her wet cunt and the soft moans of pleasure that escaped her mouth. In a few minutes, she was mewing softly and writhing on the leather seat.
“Did you have a nice one?” Mary asked.
“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu purred.
“Good, because when we get to the hospital, we’re going into the ladies room and you’re going to finger me. You got me all horny, slut!”
“Oh, absolutely, Mistress,” Xiu said excitedly.
“Hey, what about me?” I protested. My cock was rock hard from Lilith, and listening to Xiu frig herself hadn’t helped.
“Oh, poor stallion,” Mary said, patting my bulge. “You heard the medic, you need to stay away from too much activity.”
“I’m fine,” I protested. “I don’t need to see the doctor. The headache’s almost gone and the nausea’s passed.”
Mary glared at me. “Just humor me, hun.”
“Okay, okay,” I told her. “I’m only doing this because I love you so much”
Mary glare melted into a smile. She stopped at a light and bent over to kiss me on the lip. “Fine, you can join us.”
“Thanks, Mare.”
A few minutes later we reached Good Samaritan Hospital in Puyallup. Mary parked by the new ER entrance. Good Sam had remolded since I was last here, and the ER entrances was no longer a cramped area that the ambulances could barely fit in. Mary got out of the car and grabbed Xiu’s hand and pulled her excitedly into the hospital. Mary was so excited she didn’t even turn the car off. I shut the engine off and locked her car.
I followed the girls into the hospital. The waiting room was empty. I looked around and spotted bathroom doors and walked over. From the ladies room I could just hear the soft sighs of a woman’s pleasure. I opened the door. It was a small, single person bathroom. Mary was leaning back into the wall while Xiu was pressed up against her. Xiu was vigorously fingering her pussy underneath her skirt. Mary cooed in pleasure and smiled happily at me. Mary slid her hand down Xiu’s slim ass and pulled up her white, rose printed skirt, exposing a naked, Asian ass.
Smiling, I locked the door and pulled out my cock, and took a few steps to the girls. I spread Xiu’s ass, found her tight, puckered asshole and shoved my cock up into her bowels. Xiu started to moan in pain that slowly turned to pleasure as my cock bottomed out in her tight, dry ass. “Oh, Master! Fuck my dirty ass! Hurt me with you big cock! Oh, fuck!” Xiu liked it rough, got off on the pain.
“Is that your cunt getting my thigh wet?” Mary asked Xiu.
“Sorry, Mistress,” Xiu apologized. “But Master’s cock hurts so deliciously in my ass.”
“Keep fingering me, slut!” Mary hissed, pulling Xiu’s nipple hard. “After we cum, you’re going to lick your juices off my thighs.”
“Oh, yes Mistress,” Xiu moaned happily.
I was enjoying Xiu ass, enjoying her gasps of pain and pleasure. I reached out my right hand and slipped up under Mary’s blouse, sliding up her silky skin and found her firm breast. “Ohh, that feels nice,” Mary murmured as I gently played with her hard nipple.
“It always does,” I said, enjoying her pert breast.
“Is that slut’s ass making your cock feel good?” Mary purred.
“So good!” I moaned. “I’m going to cum deep in her slutty ass.”
I grunted and came hard in Xiu’s slutty ass. I fucked her hard a few more times, shooting several burst of cum up her ass. Xiu fingers were frigging Mary’s cunt hard, the room filled wet squelches as Xiu’s fingers fucked in and out of her hole. Mary gasped and panted as she came on Xiu’s fingers, pulling on the sluts nipple hard. Xiu screamed, her ass tightening on my cock, as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Xiu knelt down and licked her girl-cum off Mary’s thigh and then licked my cock clean of her ass. I made out of with Mary as her cock cleaning turned into a blowjob. She kept gasping in pain from her broken nose, but she probably was getting off on that. Mary’s tongue played with mine as we kissed, and my hand slid down her body and found her cunt wet and hot. I slipped two fingers up inside her, fucking her slowly while I rubbed her clit with the heel of my palm.
This was heaven. Kissing my love while a slut sucked my cock. Anger spiked inside me. That bitch, Sister Cuntrag, wanted to take this away from me. From us. Mary was kissing me hard and I felt her body tremble in my arms. Knowing I just gave my love an orgasm sent me over the edge and I shot several hard blasts of cum into Xiu’s sucking mouth.
Mary smiled. “That was great, but we’ve played enough. You need to go see a doctor, mister.”
“Yeah,” I breathed as Xiu sucked the last few gobs of cum out of my dick. We straitened our clothes and left the bathroom and went to check-in with the ER nurse.
Even with my powers, getting to see a doctor still required a lot of paperwork. Sure, I got the nurse to skip us to the head of the line, but my wrist felt numb by the time I filled out all the paperwork. No one in the waiting room looked like they were dying, so what was the harm. So after Xiu and I filled out our medical histories, a Muslim nurse in pink scrubs and a colorful headscarf; a swirl of crimson, gold, and silver threads, led Mary and I to an exam room while Xiu was taken to a separate room.
Nurse Thamina led us to a typical examine room: hospital bed, sink, locked shelves, stool on wheels. The entire walk she kept glancing at Mary, her dark eyes dewy with desire. Once we were in the room, she started chatting with Mary as she took my vitals. She had a sultry, Arabic accent. I may not have even been in the room the way Thamina flirted shamelessly with my fiancee. She had to take my blood pressure twice, so into Mary that she forgot to write the first results down. Mary’s wish to have all women desire her was as strong as ever.
My vitals taken, Thamina put my chart in a holder outside the exam room and then spent a considerable time gently cleaning Mary’s scrapes from the handcuffs. She gently stroked my fiancee’s wrist and hands. Then, she spent more time rubbing some ointment into her wrist. Mary reached up and caressed the nurses dusky cheek and winked me and then pulled the nurse down for a kiss. The nurse settled into Mary’s lap and the pair kissed passionately. Mary’s hand slipped under Thamina’s scrubs, sliding up her torso to grope the nurse’s tit. My cock grew hard and I freed it from my jeans and gently stroked it while I watched them kiss.
“Hi, I’m Dr. Klerk,” a woman said, barging into the exam room while staring at my charts. Nurse Thamina froze in Mary’s arms for a moment, but Mary’s was undeterred and kept kissing the woman.
“I’m Mark, and don’t be concerned about my fiancee making out with your nurse,” I told her, continuing to stroke my cock. The doctor was a short blonde with a heart-shaped face and big, blue eyes.
The doctor glanced at the two woman and blinked then shrugged her shoulders and turned back to me. “So, Mark, you bumped your head?” Then she saw me stroking my cock and flushed. “Sir, what are you doing?”
“I need to cum, so suck my cock, doc!”
The blonde doctor dropped the chart and bent down, sucking my cock into her mouth. She sucked greedily, her tongue roaming about the sensitive head of my cock. I rubbed my hand through her thick, silky hair and closed my eyes, enjoying her skilled blowjob. She started bobbing her head, her hands gently cupping my balls, massaging the cum out.
“Oh fuck, you’re good, doc!” I moaned. “Here it comes, swallow it all!”
I groaned and shot three large shots of cum into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, and then kept sucking, her hand squeezing my cock, wringing the last of the cum out. She rose up, face flushed and bent down to pick up the chart.
She adjusted her white, doctor’s jacket. “So, you got hit on the head?” Dr. Klerk asked, clearly embarrassed by what she just did.
The doctor began to examine me, asking me a bunch of questions. She shined a penlight in my eyes, checked my reflexes, and did various other test all while Mary first felt up and then fingered the Muslim nurse to a screaming orgasm. Then the doctor examined my left arm where Desiree had clocked me with a bat. My arm was black and blue, swollen and very tender to the touch.
“You’re arm’s going to be fine, the bruising will fade over the next two weeks,” Dr. Klerk told me. “You also have a mild concussion. I’m going to want you to stay for a few hours, to observe you.”
Nurse Thamina giggled as Mary whispered something in her ear. The nurse stood up from Mary’s lap, straightened her scrubs and darted out of the exam room. Mary smiled at me and held a plain, white bra in her hand. What a naughty filly, I thought and snorted a laugh. Mary stood up and waked over to the doctor.
“All finish with my nurse?” Dr. Klerk asked, smiling at Mary.
Mary licked the nurse’s juices off her finger. “For now.”
The doctor saw Mary’s wrist. “Oh, what happened?” Dr. Klerk grasped Mary’s wrist, gently stroking her skin.
“Bondage mishap,” Mary quipped.
“I see Thamina put some ointment on,” Dr. Klerk purred. “Maybe their something I can do to make you feel better.”
Mary led her back to the chair and sat down, spreading her legs. “Maybe you could kiss me I would feel better?”
“You want me to … down there?” Dr. Klerk asked, swallowing.
Mary hiked her skirt up, exposing her wet pussy. Her pussy lips were as spread as wide open as her legs, glistening pink. Dr. Klerk, almost in a daze, knelt before Mary and lower her face to her crouch. She breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy-sweet scent of Mary’s arousal, and then tentatively pursed her lips and kissed Mary’s pussy.
“Oh, you can do better,” Mary purred. “Really get in there.”
Nurse Thamina returned with a tray. A plastic container full of soapy, hot water and a big, yellow sponge sat on the cart. She glanced at Mary, a nervous look flashed across her exotic face. Mary nodded and Thamina walked over to me. “Sir, if you’ll disrobe. Your fiancee wants you to have a sponge bath.” Her cheeks were spotted with color.
I glanced at Mary and she smiled happily as I nodded my head in appreciation. Then Mary closed her eyes and enjoyed the doctor’s tongue lapping at her cunt. I pulled my shirt off and stripped off my jeans and boxers. My cock was already hard from Mary’s antics. While I stripped, Thamina followed suit, she pulled off her headscarf, freeing her beautiful, raven black hair that spilled about her shoulders and down her back. She was so beautiful, I didn’t understand why she wanted to hide beneath that headscarf. Next, she pulled off the pink scrubs top exposing her plump breasts with dark nipples. She kicked off her flats and untied her bottoms and dropped those to the floor. Thamina glanced once more at Mary for support before sliding her plain, white panties off. Her pussy was covered by a thick mat of black hair against the rich brown of her skin.
I laid back on the hospital bed as Thamina dunked the sponge in the warm water and squeezed out most of the water. She then gently washed my chest. There was definitely something sexy about getting washed by a hot, naked chick. I reached out and caressed one of her plump tits, just large enough to fill my hand, and gave the breasts a squeeze. Her dark nipple was hard beneath my palm and Thamina froze for a moment before continuing the wash.
She washed down my chest to my stomach and then past my cock to start washing my legs and I had to let go of her breast as she got out of my reach. “You’re not going to wash my cock?” I asked, leering at her.
“Your fiancee has special instructions for your penis, sir,” she said as she blushed beautifully.
Thamina started washing my other leg, reaching across the table. Her breast dragged across my thigh, a thrill ran through me feeling her hard nipples brushing my leg. When she finished, she took the sponge and shoved it up against her pussy, scrubbing a few times. Then she climbed up on the bed, straddling my waist in the reverse-cowgirl position, and brought my cock to the entrance of her wet, soapy pussy. I could feel the kiss of her labia on the tip of my cock and I wondered why she waited.
“Do it!” Mary hissed. “Wash his cock with your wet cunt!”
“Yes,” Thamina moaned, sinking down. “Watch me! Oh, watch me with your gorgeous green eyes!”
“Oh, fuck that’s hot!” Mary moaned. “Play with those titties!”
Thamina’s arms lifted up and it was clear she was playing with her titties. Her cunt was velvety tight on my cock, her ass jiggling in front of me as she bounced up and down on my cock. Her brown asshole winked at me and I licked a finger and stuffed it up her asshole.
“Oh, fuck!” Thamina moaned. “His finger is up my ass!”
“You fucking slut!” Mary gasped. “You’re a fucking dirty whore! Pleasure my stallion. Ride his dick!”
“I’m going to cum!” Thamina moaned. “Watch me cum, Mary!”
Her cunt tightened on my dick and her asshole tightened on my finger as Thamina came hard. She kept riding my dick and screamed at the top of her lungs. God, her cunt felt to good on my cock as it twitched about my dick. I was about to cum.
But what if she’s a nun?
The though sent a ice flooding through my veins. What if she was a nun? Probably not, I figured. But are you sure? Are you about to lose everything because you want to get off that badly. Are you that pathetic? God, but her cunt felt so hot on my cock, so velvety tight. I was too close to cumming. I couldn’t stop now, my balls were tightening. Fuck it, she probably wasn’t a nun. Just some slutty nurse.
“Take it, you fucking whore!” I moaned as I came inside her. “I’m cumming in your slutty pussy!” Relief washed over me, she didn’t do anything.
“Fuck yeah!” Mary yelled. “Cum in that whore! I’m cumming on this slutty doctor’s face!”
Thamina, breathing heavily, climbed off me. White spunk leaked out of her pussy, making a sticky mess in her bush. Mary was breathing heavily on the chair and Dr. Klerk knelt before her, face sticky with juices, looking positively stunned at what she just did.
“I … uh … have other patients to see,” Dr. Klerk stammered and fled the exam room.
Mary walked over to Thamina and kissed her hard. Her finger shoved up Thamina’s cunt and came away sticky with my cum and Thamina’s. Mary sucked the messy juices off her fingers with a smile. While Thamina was distracted, I stole her panties. She looked around for them and, resignedly, pulled on her scrubs with no underwear. As she left the room she adjusted her headscarf, tucking in a loose strand of black hair. As she walked out of the exam room, I pointed the wet spot forming on her crotch to Mary.
“What a slut,” Mary giggled. “Did you enjoy your bath?”
“I did.” Mary stretched out on the bed next to me and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
Mary kissed me again. “I love you, too.” She laid her head on my chest, her auburn hair fanning across my torso. “Maybe we should have a doctor on staff. And a nurse.”
“Oh,” I said. “Yeah, I guess that could be useful. You want to keep Dr. Klerk.”
“Maybe,” Mary said. “But I think an Ob/Gyn will be more useful. Let’s be honest, hun, you’re going to get someone pregnant.”
I blinked. Christ, I hadn’t even thought about that. “Are you?”
Mary laughed. “It hasn’t even been a week since we started making love,” she pointed out. “It would be too early for me to know. My period doesn’t come for another two weeks. Besides, I’m on the pill.”
“Oh.” Was I disappointed. The idea of Mary having our child stirred something inside me. “Would you like kids, Mare?”
“Yeah, someday,” Mary said. “When things have settled down and we’ve had enough fun. I wouldn’t mind having a kid or three with you. Unless …” She tensed in my arms.
“I think I’d like that too,” I said. “What do we do if one of the sluts gets pregnant.”
“Well, we’ll worry about that if it happens, but we should get them all on the pill,” Mary said.
Nurse Thamina returned an hour later to check on me. She was wearing teal scrubs now and that wouldn’t do. After she finished her exam, I shot another loud of cum up her twat while she ate out Mary’s cunt. “Don’t clean up this time,” I told her, “If anyone notices, tell them all about how I came up your tight pussy while you ate my fiancee’s cunt.” She left the room, blushing, as my cum made a wet spot on her scrubs crotch.
Xiu slipped into the room after that, her nose covered by a splint and the next time Nurse Thamina showed up to check on me, we had her eat out Xiu’s cunt while Mary rode my cock. Then Nurse Thamina got to eat out Mary’s sloppy cunt while Xiu hopped up and rode my cock.
Doctor Klerk returned a few minutes later. “Well, Mark, I’m going to discharge you, now. You should take it easy for the next week and watch out for any repeated nausea, worsening headaches, dizziness, slurred speech, seizures, double vision. If any of these symptoms develop, get to an urgent care clinic or the ER. But, you should be fine. Take an NSAID for the pain, like ibuprofen or aspirin. Do you have any questions?”
“Does the carpet match the drapes?” I asked.
Dr. Klerk had a smoking hot body when she stripped off her blue scrubs. And it turned out she wasn’t actually a blonde, instead she had black hair. She had waxed her cunt, leaving only a black landing strip leading down to her clit. Her cunt was tight and hot and I came hard inside her as Mary enjoyed Nurse Thamina tongue up her twat.
We decided to keep Nurse Thamina. We had her gather a first aid kit as we went to see how Korina was doing. We found the head ER nurse still behind the desk and I asked her. “How’s Korina doing?”
The nurse, a stocky woman in her forties with a perm and a bad dye job, no one had hair that shade of red. “Last name?” she asked.
I hesitated. I realized I didn’t know any of the sluts last names, except Desiree. “Mare, what’s Korina’s last name?”
Mary blinked in surprise, and pursed her lips. “Um … something with an S, I think?”
“Stavros,” Xiu supplied. “Her last name is Stavros, Master.”
The nurse stared in shock at Xiu and shook her head. She muttered something under her breath. “What’s you’re relationship with Ms. Stavros?”
“She our sex slave,” I answered.
“I’m sorry, did I hear that right?” the nurse gaped.
“Yeah, she’s our sex slave,” I said testily. “Which clearly makes us the next best thing to family, so tell us what’s her condition.”
“Right,” the nurse said, shaking her head. “Ms. Stavros is in recovery. The surgery went well. The doctor wants her to stay in the hospital for a few days.”
Thamina showed up with the first aide kit and we had her lead us to Korina’s recovery room. Korina lay unconscious on a bed in a hospital gown. Blue blankets covered her body and IVs and heart monitors and other devices were hooked up across her body. She looked wan. I set down in a chair. Mary pulled another beside me and reached out, grasping Korina’s hand. Xiu leaned against the wall, hugging herself, and stared at her fellow slut.
“Mistress?” Korina murmured, her eyes fluttering over. Mary squeezed her hand gently. “And Master.” Korina sounded happy and sleepy, her voice slurring slightly.
“You’re going to be fine,” I told her. “You have to spend a few days in the hospital before you can come home.”
“Okay, Master,” she sighed. “Thank you.”
“Just get better,” I told her, patting her leg. “One of the sluts will be with you at all times.”
She nodded and closed her eyes and was a sleep again.
“Xiu, you stay with her, we’ll send one of the sluts to relieve you.”
Mary kissed Korina’s forehead and then we left. I found the head nurse and told her that Korina needed someone in there at all times. I gave her my phone number if anyone had a problem with that. It was approaching midnight and I was feeling exhausted as we reached Mary’s car. Mary fumbled at her purse, frowning and starting to panic as she dug for her keys.
“Here, Mare,” I said, tossing her keys to her. “You were so hot to have Xiu finger your pussy, you left the car running.”
“Oh,” Mary said, flushing a little.
It was a short drive back to the house at midnight. Apparently, Mary didn’t mind speeding when she was driving and I got good use out of the “oh shit handle” as I called it. When we reached the house, the only cop car remaining was Chasity’s. We opened the front door and a for a split moment fear stabbed at my heart as I wondered if the sluts were waiting with some nun to attack us.
“Christ,” Mary muttered. She had the same fear I did. Fuck, this was no way to live.
I grabbed Mary’s hand and squeezed it, reassuring. She smiled at me and we walked into the house. The entryway light worked and we could hear soft moans coming from the living room. We found Allison on top of Desiree, the two sluts tribbing passionately.
“¡Mi sirenita!” Desiree moaned. Her dusky hands roamed across Allison’s tight, white ass as Allison fucked her. “¡Yo estoy correrse!”
“Oh, I’m cumming, too,” Allison panted.
“Having fun?” I asked, smacking Allison’s fair ass.
“Oh, Master,” Allison squeaked, and fell off the couch trying to stand up. She quickly got to her feet and went to hug me.
I stopped her. “You’re covered in dry cum, slut!” Both girls had messy cunts and streaks of cum drying across breasts and stomachs and lips. “I take it the cops made use of your girls.”
“Oh, definitely, Master,” Desiree purred.
“Where’s the other sluts?” Mary asked.
“Violet, Chasity, and Fiona are counting the money. Sister Cuntrag is in the closet.” Allison shuddered in fear.
“Lillian hasn’t arrived yet?” I asked.
Allison frowned. “Who?”
“Yeah, who’s that?” Mary asked me pointedly.
“The girl from Hot Topic.” Both Mary and Allison nodded with big smiles. “I ran into her today at the mall.”
“And made her a sex slave?” Mary asked archly.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling as I remembering how tight Lillian’s ass was on my cock.
“Desiree, go get Fiona and take her to Good Sam to stay with Korina and bring Xiu back,” Mary ordered. “And tell Violet and Chasity to stop counting the money, it can wait for morning. One of them needs to be waiting upstairs for Lillian. Allison get Thamina settled in and then go take a shower. When Mark and I are finished with Lilith, you can join us in bed. I believe Mark promised you some quality time.” Wow, I had forgotten all about that. It seemed a lifetime ago when I made that promise instead of just this morning.
We found Lilith waiting on our bed, dressed in a flimsy babydoll slip, crimson in color and transparent. She wore no panties and her silver bush was matted with her juices. She smiled wickedly and lust washed through the room, battering into me.
“We need to talk, Lilith,” Mary said, breathing heavily, her nipples tenting her blouse, and then she pulled her blouse over her head, exposing her pert, freckled breasts and hard, dusky nipples.
“Let’s talk,” Lilith purred, holding her arms out.
My shirt was off and I was peeling off my jeans as Mary unzipped her skirt. Lilith’s presences was irresistible. By the time I was naked, Mary was on the bed, kissing Lilith, rubbing her cunt on Lilith’s thigh and shuddering in an orgasm already. Clothes off, I crawled next to Lilith on the other side. Lilith’s warm hand grasped my cock and stroked me twice and I was spewing cum all over her belly.
“You said I have one boon left?” Mary asked, leaning over and licking a gob of my semen off Lilith’s babydoll. “What’s a boon?”
“A request,” Lilith answered. “When you summoned me, we entered into a Pact. I would use my powers three times at your request.” Lilith bent her head and sucked one of Mary’s nipple into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck, that’s amazing!” gasped Mary and she shuddered and came a second time. “Holy shit!”
“Do I get any boons?” I asked. “It was my crystal.” My cock was hard and her ass was facing me. I pressed up behind her and my cock found her wet cunt. I slid into the tightest, silkiest, wettest pussy I had ever been in. My cock came instantly, flooding her cunt, and I just kept fucking the demoness, my cock staying hard.
“No,” Lilith groaned, her hips fucking me back. “Only the person who used the crystal gets the boons.”
Lilith pulled off my cock and she pushed Mary onto her back and dived into her cunt, eating my fiancee frantically. Mary was moaning loudly, cumming over and over and Lilith’s mouth. I knelt behind Lilith and shoved my cock back up in her wonderful demon pussy and came a second time inside her.
“Fuck!” I gasped as Lilith’s pussy seemed to suck the cum out of my balls.
“What’s the price I have to pay for your boons?” Mary asked between orgasms.
“Oh, no price,” Lilith answered, face sticky with Mary’s juices. “Someone else already paid. There was a soul trapped in the crystal!”
“Oh, fuck! That’s amazing!” Mary gasped, writhing on Lilith’s tongue. “Is there a way to see a nun?”
“Oh yes,” Lilith said. “There are a lot powers available to Warlocks, if you know the rituals and spells.”
“Oh, crap, keeping eating my pussy,” panted Mary. “Holy shit that’s amazing. Her tongue, its so good!” Mary came again, convulsing on Lilith’s mouth. “How about making our sluts immune to a nun’s control.”
“Yes, yes,” Lilith moaned. “I can show you how to do that, and more. For a price!”
“What’s the price?” I asked, fucking her cunt hard. Her cunt was squeezing on my cock as she came and I was squirting in her a third time.
“The nun!” Lilith moaned. “I want to fuck her!”
“What?” Mary moaned. “That’s it?”
“Yes, you let me fuck Sister Cuntrag and I’ll teach you arts long lost to man.”
“Okay!” Mary gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming again!” And so was I, cumming a fourth time in her demon pussy.
Lilith crawled up Mary’s body and kissed her on the lips. “Then we have a Pact!” Lilith declared and then vanished. I fell forward, on top of Mary.
I rolled off of her and we both lay panting. Neither of us had ever cum so much in such a short period of time. We were only fucking for a few minutes, but Lilith’s flesh was like fire. I felt drained. Mary snuggled against me and we just laid their, exhausted. There were creaks, someone walking up the stairs, and then walking down the hall, and the bedroom door opened. Lilith strolled in with Sister Cuntrag over her shoulder.
Lilith threw Sister Cuntrag to the floor, the bitch still handcuffed. I wondered why Lilith wanted to fuck the nun. I struggled to think, but Lilith’s lust was feeling my brain, driving out thought. My cock was hard, again. Lilith slid a hand down to her crotch and pinched her hard clit, rolling it between her fingers. And it started to grow, swelling until a twelve inch cock hung from Lilith. Holy shit, how the fuck did she do that?
“Oh, please don’t do that?” begged Sister Cuntrag. Lilith smacked her ass and she howled in pain.
I felt Mary’s pussy grow more wet on my thigh, and her hand found my cock and started to slowly stroke it as we watched the now hermaphroditic demon flip Sister Cuntrag over so she was on her knees like the bitch she was. Then Lilith knelt behind the nun and shoved her cock up her cunt and started to fuck her hard.
“Ohh, that’s nice,” Lilith moaned. “I so rarely get to fuck someone!” It was a lazy fuck, slow and steady. Lilith was clearly savoring the fuck. “So, to see a nun, you need the Ritual of Mowdah. You’ll need to fuck a sibling. Once your sibling has cum, you need to rub their sexual fluids into your eyes while saying Mowdah.”
“I have to fuck my sister?” Mary asked, sounding a little queasy. I picture my little sister, Antsy. I hadn’t seen her in five years, and she had been a skinny, coltish girl that was mooning about the house desperate for puberty to finally give her some boobs. There had been a cute, innocents about my sister and the thought of defiling that innocence sent a perverse thrill through me body.
“Oh, yes,” Lilith gasped. “You have to corrupt the bond between siblings. I can see it, shining silver from you. Mark has a sister, and Mary, you have two sisters. How wonderful for you.” Mary shuddered as Lilith licked her lips
“Okay,” I said, nodding. I could fuck my sister, but Mary seemed disturbed by the idea.
“To make your Thralls immune to a nun’s powers requires the Ritual of Zimmah,” Lilith answered. Lilith was picking up the speed, her fingernails racking down Cuntrag’s back, leaving red scratches. Every time Lilith bottomed out in Cuntrag, her groin pressed against her bruised and welted ass and Cuntrag would gasp in pain. “Mark will need to fuck his mother and have his Thralls drink their mixed fluids from her cunt while he says Zimmah.”
“What?” I asked, feeling queasy.
“Oh yes, this ritual requires the most delicious of perversion,” Lilith husked. “To violate the very flesh that you came from with your lust.”
It was one thing to fuck my sister, but my mom. She was, well, my mom. I pictured her, she was still attractive even in her forties. And memories of when I was young, maybe twelve or thirteen flooded my thoughts. I remember how I used to lust after my mom when I discovered masturbation. She was probably the first woman I jerked off to and I jerked off a lot thinking about her breasts, her ass. About her walking in on me masturbating and being turned on that she just fucked me. She kept in great shape, always working out, and was always beautiful. As I grew older, my fantasies turned to girls at my school or teachers but Lilith’s words had reignited my lust. I could picture mom in bed with Mary and I. My lover and my mom pleasing me.
“There’s a catch,” Lilith said. “A male Warlock’s powers will not work on his mother, and a females won’t work on her father. So, you’ll need to seduce her or rape her.” Lilith licked her lips. “You’re choice, Mark. I suggest raping her, I’m not sure you could seduce a woman without your powers.”
“D-do I need to fuck my father, then?” Mary asked, timidly.
“You don’t have any thralls,” Lilith pointed out. “Mark’s power lets him rewrite a person’s mind, change their memories, how they think about things. He changes their very personalities. Your power just lowers a woman’s inhibitions and increases their desire to the point that they will do whatever nasty sex act you want. But you’re not changing them. Each woman will rationalize why they fucked you in different ways. Some will think they’ve just lost control. Others will think you must have drugged them.”
“Oh,” Mary said, sounding a little disappointed.
“My Thrall is your Thrall, Mare,” I told her and she smiled gratefully at me.
Lilith was panting loudly, fucking Cuntrag’s cunt hard and fast. Lilith’s tits bounced beneath her babydoll slip and Cuntrag was crying in pain from her abused ass. “Ohh, her cunt feel’s so nice on my cock,” Lilith purred. “Take it! Take my hard cock! Oh fuck!” Lust exploded through the room as Lilith let out an ear-splitting shriek of pleasure as she came in the nun’s cunt.
Lilith fell backwards, lying on the floor. Her cock was gone, reduced back to a little clit. Cuntrag sobbed in pain while black cum leaking out of her pussy. “How did you make that cock?” Mary asked, staring curiously down at Lilith’s crotch.
“I made it many, many years ago,” Lilith murmured. “But my husband … Well, he didn’t like me having a cock, I think he was jealous of the size, so he convinced God to make him a more submissive wife. And I was cursed. So now I need someone’s willing permission to use my cock on them.”
“Cuntrag didn’t give you permission,” Mary pointed out.
“Oh, well, you own her, so I needed your permission.” Lilith glanced at Mary and then at me. “Would you like a cock. That could be your third wish.”
An image of Mary with a cock flashed through my mind. God, I hoped she didn’t want that. I’m not sure I could handle my fiancee having a cock. “No,” Mary answered, and I tried not to sigh in relief.
“No, you wouldn’t want to make my mistake,” Lilith said bitterly, glaring at me. Her eyes flashed with anger and loathing for a brief moment and then replaced by lust.
Fear gripped my heart. Did Lilith hate me? Hate men? I felt like a bug beneath her gaze, an ant. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted her around anymore.
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“Ramiel …”
The voice whispered out of the Angelic Choir, just loud enough to be heard over the Worship of the Highest. The voice was Gabriel the Archangel, summoning me. On a beam of light, I descended to the Earthly Realm.
I found Gabriel atop one of his Priestesses. She was an attractive woman, appearing to be eighteen, but I could see her true age, forty-four. One of Gabriel’s gifts to his Priestess was eternal youth. She had dirty blonde hair, escaping from her white veil and blue eyes that stared sightlessly at the ceiling. She was too lost to the pleasure of Gabriel’s touch, the Ecstasy, to be aware of anything.
My manhood hardened and I envied Gabriel and his Priestesses. God had long decried it was sinful for an Angel to lie with a mortal. It was our greatest temptation, and so many angels had fallen to that sin and been cast into the abyss with Lucifer. And I understood how my brothers could so easily fall into that particular sin. Sister Theodora’s body was so enticing, so lush. I could peer through the shapeless, gray habit to see her round breasts and hard nipples, the blonde fur that covered the wet lips of her womanhood. My manhood ached to know her.
The only time an Angel could lie with a mortal was a Priestess, and then only to aid her in her holy mission. These days, that meant just Gabriel giving them the Ecstasy. Of course, Gabriel was doing more than just lying with the woman and satiating his lust. He was also rewriting her destiny. I could see the golden string of her life leading away from her into the future, see the silver strings Gabriel was adjusting to guide Sister Theodora on her mission. Gold strings were Priestesses, silver strings were mortals, black strings were Thralls, and red strings were Warlocks.
Finally, Gabriel finished both his adjustments of her future and his pleasure in her flesh. Standing up, Gabriel turned to face me. He appeared as a handsome man, well muscled, like the sculptures the Greeks used to make. A plain, white tunic appeared to cover his nakedness and a golden sword appeared on his hip, the sword of an Archangel. I had my own sword, silver, with sapphires, the sword of a Dominion.
“Ramiel,” Gabriel greeted, pleasantly. “Sister Louise Afra has been captured by the Warlocks. Lilith has been summoned and provides aide. The Succubus will soon arm the Warlocks against my Priestesses.”
I nodded, understanding. Once, demons were commonly summoned by the Warlocks and the Priestesses had to use other methods to stop the Warlock. More indirect, more subtle methods than the Exorcism used today. “I am to teach Theodora, then.”
“Yes, brother,” Gabriel said. He grasped Theodora’s golden string and followed it out a few hours to where a silver string intersected. “She must employ the Prayer of Avvah on this mortal.”
I grasped the string and examined the mortal life. In the mortal’s past and her future, the mortal’s string intersected the red string of a Warlock. This mortal was someone close to a Warlock and the Prayer of Avvah would make the mortal a trap that even a demon’s power could not detect. The two Warlock’s threads entwined about each other. They were lovers. But the Prayer of Avvah would drive a wedge between them. It was a good plan. Once the Warlocks had their falling out, they would be easier to deal with.
“There is one more thing,” Gabriel said. “Follow Theodora’s string back into her past.”
I followed her golden string back through her life, through the thirteen years she had been a Priestess, back to when she had been a Thrall. I found the thread that belonged to Sister Louise who rescued Theodora. Louise’s thread was no longer gold, but the black of a Thrall. I followed Theodora’s thread back to before she had been a Thrall, where here thread entwined with another mortal’s thread, her husband and lover. Three threads were born of their union, three children. Two were silver, but the middle child was red, a Warlock.
“She must not know,” Gabriel said. “Theodora must not know her daughter is a Warlock until the time is right.”
“We can’t send a mother after her own daughter,” I objected.
“There is no one else to send,” Gabriel said. “None in North America. Our resources have always been poor here. There is a Warlock in Europe and two in Africa.”
“But not to tell her is wrong!”
Gabriel fixed his ruby eyes on me. “You have your orders, Ramiel.”
And he was gone, ascending back to the heavenly choir on a ray of light. I stared down at Sister Theodora as she stirred, recovering from the Ecstasy. It was wrong not to tell her. Wrong to send her to fight her own daughter. I wanted to let the poor women know what she faced. I just had to have faith in my superior, in the Highest.
As much as I wanted to tell her, I would not. I was an Angel, a Dominion, and if I disobeyed an order from my Archangel, I would be cast into the Abyss. Only man could sin and find God’s forgiveness. Such grace was not for us Angels.
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His Lordship

A lord picks a well-rumored serf to dominate into being his bedmate – a series to follow if well received.

Sin Street

One of the many stories I’m sure that could happen on a famous little street of similar character….

Mystery Date

She shook the rain off her umbrella as she walked into the club – the weather wasn’t cooperating, but she knew he’d be waiting for her, and that was enough to get her out tonight – even in the face of the downpour she’d just endured.
She slipped out of her rain coat and revealed a simple dress that looked anything but simple on her. The dress ended about halfway up her thigh, and the slight irregularity in the way is slid over her legs hinted at the possibility of garters holding up the patterned black stockings that defined her long legs. The dark red stiletto heels signaled this woman was more than she seemed – perhaps a bit dangerous? The matching belt cinched the dress snugly to her waist and accentuated the curve of her body, with the plunging neckline revealing a hint of the lacy black bra beneath. The pearls draped around her neck in three swags, glistened against her fair skin and were lit up with the reflections of her dark red hair. Her face held a set of clear green eyes that sparkled with the excitement she felt, her cheeks showing a slight blush betraying the same excitement.
More than one set of eyes trailed her as she made her way to the bar and ordered a simple dry martini. Several men nodded approvingly at her choice of a classic cocktail free of the window dressings of fashion and trend as she savored the crisp notes of gin with a hint of vermouth. She smiled at those who showed the courage to hold her gaze when w she met theirs, but it was obvious she was searching for a particular face in the crowd. Pangs of envy filled several of her admirers as her gaze settled on the dark haired man who walked in at that moment.
As he walked in and saw her he forgot about everything…about problems at work and other things on his mind while he was on his way, rainy weather always put him in bad mood…all that disappeared in a blink of an eye when he saw her. He stopped for a second at the door and then with gentle smile on his face walked towards her. She did it again…no matter how amazed he is again and again by her beauty and when he thinks she can’t surprise him again she does. As he was walking toward her he was thinking how no matter what she wears she just looks amazing – and tonight she’s out done herself! Shivers ran across his body when he touched her hand and kissed her – it was always like it is first time. So exciting, sensual -her lips always made him feel like a little boy who just got his first kiss.
He had been thinking about her all day, minutes seemed like hours while he was counting down time till the evening – and there she was now…sitting next to him, smiling, making him feel like he is only man in the world for her. He noticed the envious looks from other man who were all wishing just one thing…to be in his place, to be with her… Her hand slipped into his as they kissed and settled into their chairs to enjoy their drinks and catch up…..
She felt the familiar rush of emotions, amazed as always how new this always felt, how “in the moment” she became in his presence. As they talked, she let her foot travel up and down his leg, knowing he enjoyed the touch, but enjoyed the fact that anyone watching knew that she was interested only in him, and that their minds would be racing with fantasies of what they would be doing next. The shiver she d felt after that thought only had one source – the fact that she knew, no matter what the other’s fantasies were she would make his come true in ways they could not even imagine.
She leaned in for a kiss and guided his hand over her dress, letting him feel the outline of the garter, the edge of her stocking, and the bare skin above it, letting his hand rest briefly at her hip and realize she wore garters and nothing else down there beneath her dress. “I don’t know if I could wait long enough for you to undress me” she whispered in his ear as their lips parted “So I thought I’d give you the chance to take me whenever and wherever you want tonight” She felt him stiffen in surprise, and looked into his eyes with a devilish smile, nodding to insure he understood her offer to him. “Whenever you want, where ever you want, whatever you want tonight, dear knight, I am yours to command.” She lifted her glass in a silent toast, nothing the slight tremor in his hand as they touched glasses in agreement to her proposition.
Before he could form an answer, she led him on the small dance floor as the music began. Coltrane’s sax flowed out of the speakers as she led him out under the envious stares of both men and women. He pulled her close and let the music take them, a slow waltz step that fit perfectly with the music. She leaned into him, her hair spreading like an auburn scarf over the shoulder of his suit, inhaling his scent and feeling his warmth.
She listened to the music and smiled, whispering into his ear “Perfect song for the night, don’t you think, baby?” He listened and laughed softly. His hand slipped lower, caressing the small of her back to the curve of her ass, sending a small thrill through his body as he encountered the outline of her garter belt again. She sighed happily and kissed his neck softly as they continued their dance, Coltrane’s riffs filling in the melody of “My Favorite Things”. The song ended and he took control, guiding her toward an unoccupied booth and ordering another pair of martinis.
Sitting close to her, he let his hand stroke her inner thigh and felt the heat emanating from her. She shot him a look of pure lust and let her hand play across his chest as she kissed him, casually dropping it to his lap to give his gardening cock a squeeze through his slacks. “Whatever, whenever, wherever, baby – just like I said” she smiled as she stroked his raging hard on. His answer was immediate as he guided her hand to his zipper and helped her expose his thick cock. “Suck me now, right here” he grinned thinking he had called her bluff, then watched in amazement as this beautiful woman disappeared under the table and engulfed his cock in her warm, wet mouth. He looked around and noticed more than one club-goer studying him intently – obviously they had seen her slide under the table and were waiting for his reaction.
He picked up his martini and took a sip as her tongue circled the head of his cock and slid down his h shaft, her throat constricting and milking his cock for all it was worth. Her hands were on his thighs, keeping him down in his seat when all he wanted was to grind his hips in her face and mouth-fuck her. He flushed as the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm began to build in his groin, trying to stay cool in the face of the interest of his audience. Several couples had been watching his reactions closely – he raised his glass to those who met his gaze and tried to take another sip of the drink- setting it down instead as he stifled a moan – he came hard – shooting rope after rope down her throat while she suckled his cock like a babe hungry for milk. She held him in her mouth until he had subsided, cleaning and kissing is cock, then tucking it back in before emerging from beneath the table and smiling at those who were still watching. She licked her lips and took a long pull from her neglected cocktail, then leaned in and kissed him. “That was a great start, baby – can’t wait to see what’s next on your list” she murmured, looking deep in his eyes. “Give me a minute to get my legs functioning” he smiled “we have so many places left to go” His hand slipped between her legs and tested the wetness of her crotch as he spoke….

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