The Devils Pact Chapter 45 Wormwood
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Monday, July 28th, 2014 – The Ghost of Paris – Caissa County, ID
"We would have," Marissa shouted, standing naked next to her twin sister. "We want to be with the Ghost. We left our families behind for him. We knew what we was signin' up for."
I stared out at all these women. I had molested them all, reveling in my powers and their pretty bodies. I never thought I would stir up such loyalty and love. I had only been after pleasure. I was a horndog that needed to fuck, and I hadn't cared about the women I molested.
But they cared about me. They worshiped me. They were willing to die with me. It touched my heart. I stared out at all of them assembled in the basement. How had I stirred such loyalty in them? Was it my wish? Did they crave the pleasure of my touch this much? Or was it genuine?
I think it was genuine. I could see it in their eyes. I had never loved anyone before. I had always just thought of myself, but how could I not return these women's feelings. What a shame it was all about to end. The Theocracy was knocking on the doors. The same bastards that killed me the first time were fixing to do it all over again.
We were going to hell. At least the company would be pleasant.
I seized the plastic cup full of the cyanide-laced Kool Aid. I didn't hesitate. I brought the cup to my lips. I was invisible. The cup seemed to float before me. I tilted it back, draining every drop of the sugary, cloying drink. A bitter taste lingered in my mouth.
The other women of the Cult drained their cups. My harem. As the poison burned through my body and I collapsed to the ground, I knew I loved these women. I never thought I had the capability to love. But maybe they had rubbed off on me.
When I stood in that field, waiting for the sun to rise to make my deal with Lucifer, this is not how I imagined it would have ended. Deidre Cheshire—the woman that had organized the cult and had been the hot librarian I loved to fuck while she helped her patrons—sank down next to me. She rested her head on my chest as darkness swam before my vision.
"I love you," she whispered, her voice thick. "I love you, Scotty Adams."
I was sure it would be the last time I would hear my real name spoken.
"Well, sweetness, I reckon I love you and all them purtee, young thangs."
The last thing I saw before I died was her smile.
And then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.
But I didn't appear in Lucifer's fires or Astarte's starlight. I was severed free of both my Pacts by these amazing women. Instead, I appeared in a sickly, twisted forest, the trees skeletal, their bark stripped away by the burning wind. I remembered this wind. It had roasted my body, but did not consume me. Now it just tickled.
Women and girls appeared around me, chains flickering into being, wrapped tight about their throats and leading back to me. All my favorites were here. The Boon High cheer squad, the Lionesses, appeared in a gaggle before they spread out, looking around with a wary gaze. Heather, my favorite bedmate, and our daughter flashed in. Carla, the ghost hunter, appeared beside Mindy Taylor, the first girl I had fucked as the Ghost.
I looked around at my women, my loyal worshipers, and declared, "I reckon we're gonna carve out our kingdom right here!"
Marissa nodded. "We're gonna carve out eternity." Marissa tugged on the vast well of power that brimmed inside me, and a green sword appeared in her hand.
"I told you I was prepared," Deidre smiled.
Yes, she was.
Demon's cackled about us, scampering through the twisted brush. Some of the women gasped, clutching each other in panic. I wasn't afraid. I didn't have this level of power when I was here last time. I had the pooled power of all of us, plus all the energy Deidre had siphoned off to prepare for our arrival. She always knew death was the end of the Cult.
And the beginning.
"Come on, Lionesses!" shouted LaTonya, the team's captain, a green sword flashing into her ebony hands. "Let's show these demons who owns these woods."
"Right, baby girl?" blonde Ursula laughed, looking at our daughter.
"Right, Momma," Gabriella added. Three of my daughters were born to the Lionesses, and they had all been inducted into the squad. Remelda stood beside her mother LaTonya, and Kelly and our daughter Zelda exchanged flashing smiles.
"I always did like the woods," I told my followers. "I reckon we can make a nice cabin here. Once we deal with the local varmints."
A sword appeared in my hand, shining green. It felt right. I imagined I knew how to use it. That seemed to work. I strode forward as the howling demons raced through the tree tops. Ape-demons, twisted into bestial monsters with almost human faces. They probably were humans once, driven mad by one of the Greater Demon's torments.
The ape-demons fell from the trees, hooting and snarling. Their arms had grown long and spindly, black, wiry hair sprouting in tufts about their bodies. I stood in the center of the cheerleaders. The twins, Rhonda May and Marissa, their auburn hair flying wild, rushed to join us.
Marybeth swung first. Her wife, the busty and blonde Ursula, was at her side, swinging at a second ape. Their swords hacked, slicing through the demons as they let out boisterous cries. The Ape-Demons screamed in pain as they were hacked to pieces.
But they didn't die. Nothing does in Hell. One ape-demon writhed on the ground, screaming in pain as it tried to swipe at Marybeth's feet. Gabriella's sword flashed, saving the black-haired teen's life. "Thanks, baby doll," Marybeth laughed, swinging her sword into the face of another demon.
I was invisible. To the demons, it must seem like my sword floated and attacked like it had a mind of its own. I strode into the demons, my strikes more powerful than my women. When I swung, it bowled over multiple monsters, sending the demons flying like pins.
"Keep it up, sweet thangs!" I called. "You're the fuckin' Lionesses! Ain't no demon gonna defeat you."
"Lionesses!" roared the cheerleaders, their swords falling faster, their faces wild in exultation.
More and more dismembered ape-demons were strewn across the twisted, forest floor, crawling away in a panic. The violence was exciting. I throbbed with need. The cheerleader's faces were flushed, their nipples hard, and their cooches perfumed the air with their excited scents. There was energy in causing pain. Power found in agony.
"Ghost!" Deidre shouted from behind.
"Help! Help!" Mindy shrieked.
I turned. Some of the ape-demons had flanked us. Mindy lay on the ground, one atop her. Hairy, spindly hands spreaded her legs open. He was trying to rape my cooch. Anger flashed through me. I had to save her.
The world blurred as I raced to her rescue. I stood over her. My sword flashed, cutting the ape-demon in half. I kicked it off of her. "That's my cunt!" I snarled, my sword swinging at a second demon.
"Thank you, thank you," Mindy sobbed, crawling behind me. "I'm your cunt, Ghost. Just yours."
"Abso-damn-fuckin'-lutely," I snarled. How dare these fucking beasts try to touch what was mine. I didn't go through all this shit just so I could have my women despoiled. "These are my cunts, demons!" I roared. "Mine!"
The force of my voice lashed out, slamming into the ape-demons. The ape-demons froze, their mindless rage stilled by my power. They had no wills of their own, just bestial appetites. I filled that will, giving them purpose once again. Not to all of them, but a lot, maybe a hundred or so. The more I seized the harder it grew to dominate the rest.
My women gasped in surprise as the ape-demons attacking them turned on their fellows.
"What did you do?" Deidre asked.
"I reckon I tamed them," I laughed. "Would you look at that. My own army of monkey-demons. I sure as shit never thought I'd see that."
It turned the tide. The ape-demons I hadn't dominated squealed in terror, fleeing before the organized army of my mindless horde. My harem cheered in relief. Mindy threw her arms about my body, her lips kissing at my mouth.
My cock swelled.
"Ain't you a hot thang," I purred as she rubbed her dark-red nipples against my chest. I could see them mashing on my invisible body. Her cunt was dripping wet, pressed against my thigh. "Hmm, you just as hot as the day I fucked your purtee cooch in the changin' room."
"I'm boilin' hot, Ghost," she laughed.
This searing wind was growing annoying. With an instinctive thought, I changed the landscape. The sickly forest was depressing. The ground rippled out from my feet. The trees grew into tall oaks, the ground soft loam. A babbling brook meandered through the forest glade. The bubble of change had it's limit, the skeletal forest rearing around us, but inside, it was like the forest I used to go squirrel hunting in as a kid.
Just beautiful.
"We're gonna build one helluva cabin," I laughed, pulling Mindy down to the soft loam. "But first, I reckon you ladies need a good fuckin'."
"Oh, yes," Mindy moaned as my hard pecker slammed into her dripping, teenage cooch. She was as tight and hot in hell as she was in life. "Fuck me, Ghost! I love it when you're in me! I feel so complete."
"You have one sweet cunt!" I panted, my hips plunging away. The other women of the harem crowded about.
I rose, hooking Mindy's legs over my invisible shoulders as I pounded her. My pecker stretched the lips of her cooch open, her pink flesh rippling about my unseen shaft. Her round tits bounced, the dark-red nipples hard and waving. Her youthful face, framed by honey-brown hair, tossed back and forth.
"Yes, yes! Fuck me, Ghost! I love your cock!"
I looked around at my other women. "Carla, why don't you sit your fine cooch on Mindy's face and let me suck on them fine-assed titties!"
"Oh, you have the best ideas," the busty redhead said, walking over, her titties shaking. Milk beaded the tips. I loved drinking milk from the seven women that bore me children, and I was thrilled to see they still lactated in Hell.
Carla straddled Mindy, rubbing her hot cooch on the teen's face. Mindy moaned, slurping happily away at Carla's tasty cunt. I lowered my lips, latching onto Carla's milk-heavy breast, sucking hard, creamy milk flooding my mouth.
I loved it. I would have eternity to suckle and enjoy my women. My hips thrust harder, Mindy's cunt rippling about my pecker. The little whore was cumming. I suckled harder, letting the creamy milk wash down my lips and into my stomach. Her milk was sweet and delicious. I wanted to drown in it.
"Oh, that's it, drink Mommy's milk," purred Carla. "I love suckling my Ghost."
"Oh, Momma, you have the best milk," giggled our daughter Annabeth.
"Momma's got a free tit."
Our daughter knelt next to me, her cheek rubbing on mine as we sucked on her mother's tit's. My cock throbbed, and I erupted into Mindy's cooch. I moaned about Carla's tit, sucking harder, swirling the creamy milk about in my mouth as I basted Mindy's cunt with load after load.
And my cock was still hard.
"Gonna fuck your sweet cooch, baby doll," I told my daughter Annabeth, ripping my cock from Mindy's pussy. I slapped my daughter on the ass.
"Do it!" gasped Carla. "Shove your cock in her tight pussy. She loves it."
"I do, Momma," purred Annabeth, her innocent face dripping with her mother's milk. "Fuck my cunt, Daddy. I love your dick."
I smacked her bubbly ass before driving my pecker into the steamy depths of the young teen's cunt. She gasped, her cooch tightening down on me. It was so wrong to fuck my daughter. I loved it. I wish I had more daughters to fuck. I know I did, up in the real world, but not all the women I molested joined the Cult.
Not by a long shot.
But the seven daughters I had would keep me satisfied. And their mothers, and all the other women. I had endless combinations of depravity to enjoy.
I pounded my daughter's cooch as she suckled hard at Carla's breast. Mindy kept feasting on Carla's cunt while Deidre buried her face between Mindy's thigh to devour the creampie I left in the teen's cooch.
"Oh, fuck, Mindy!" gasped Carla. "Oh, yes! Keep licking my pussy! Oh, you wonderful little slut! Oh, fuck! I'm going to cum! Oh, shit!"
Carla ran her hands through Annabeth's auburn hair as her body shook. Mindy's mouth drank down all of Carla's juices, slurping loud as she savored the pussy cream. Carla fell back, her tit popping out of her daughter's lips.
"Oh, Momma, was that a good cum?" Annabeth asked, pushing her hips back into my thrusts.
"It was the best, baby girl," moaned Carla.
Mindy reached up, seizing Annabeth's face, and pulling the teen down. Their lips met, and Annabeth tasted her mother's cunt on Mindy's lips. My balls tightened as they slapped into Annabeth. I fucked her faster, savoring the depravity.
"Gonna cum in your fine cooch, sweetness," I panted.
She moaned into Mindy's lips. Her cunt went wild about my cock, her tight tunnel milking my pecker. She was eager for my cum. I groaned, burying into her, and whooped loud as I unloaded a flood into my daughter's fine cooch.
"Take it, baby girl!" I shuddered as the last drops flooded out. "Oh, fuck! You have one fine cunt."
"Umm, thank you, Daddy," Annabeth moaned as I pulled out of her. Her fresh-fucked cooch gaped open, dripping juices down to her ass. "Who wants to lick me clean?"
Dr. Savitri responded, her cinnamon face burying into my daughters pale flesh, licking hard. I gave the doctor a smack on the ass. That had been a fun day when I molested all of her patients at her gynecology practice.
She wiggled back. Her cinnamon cheeks beckoned. I grinned, spreading her cheeks apart. My pecker was dripping with my daughter's juices, and the Doctor's cornhole just begged to be violated. I knew she wouldn't mind. Not when she was sucking my cum out of my daughter's cooch.
"I'm gonna love cornholin' you, cunt," I groaned, rubbing the head of my pecker on her asshole.
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