The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Ten: The Ghost

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

“I had a vision,” Iris moaned. “I know where Mother is!”

“You found Lilith!” I gasped, my pussy exploding in delight.

I looked up in shock at Iris. She was a Nirah, a breed of Lilith’s daughters that had the power of divination. I stared into her snake-like, green eyes, her sinuous face framed by dark-green hair. Her forked tongue flicked out with excitement.

I disentangled myself from my wife Chantelle and her daughter, Lamia. We had been celebrating our reunion after Chantelle had escaped with many women from the Brass City of Dis. She had been a prisoner of the despicable Brandon. We had tried to defeat Brandon, allying with the Molech survivors led by Colton Bray, but we didn’t have enough strength to take the city.

“You found her?” Chantelle gasped. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Iris nodded. “She’s to the east, across the Sulfur Plains. I had a vision of her in a fortress of women ruled by a ghost.”

“A ghost?” I frowned.

“I don’t understand everything I witnessed,” Iris said. “But she seemed fine. There’s a skeletal forest across the plain, and in the center is a fortress with many women, concubines to this ghost. Outside the fortress is an army of men, women, and ape-like demons.”

“Do you know about this, Lamia?” I asked.

“Yes,” she nodded. “My husband and wife told me.” A smile crossed her lips. Lamia was coming to have affection for Bray and Yun, the leaders of the Molech survivors. Lamia had married the pair to create an alliance between Lilith’s followers and them.

I found it disgusting that she submitted to a man, but we did need the alliance. And Colton wasn’t as bad as a man could be. His harem of women seemed happy, and the men following him didn’t rape the women.

Not like Brandon. I shuddered to think about that. Poor Crystal had been badly brutalized by Brandon. She spent the entire retreat crying in her mother’s arms. The poor girl.

“So who are they?” I asked Lamia, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“Oh, right. They’re followers of the Ghost of Paris, whomever that is. They’ve been here for a few months, carving out the Skeletal Forest as their domain. They’re crafty. Their scouts can turn invisible and they dress like cheerleaders.”

“Cheerleaders?” I blinked.

“That doesn’t matter. We need to go and get her back,” Chantelle said, passion in her voice. “Lamia, you promised to help us.”

“I will send some of our forces with you,” Lamia agreed. “I can promise a third by myself.”

In an hour, we were moving out onto the Sulfur Plains. I was excited. We had found Lilith. A third of the Molechites went with us, led by Lamia. I quickly hated the Sulfur Plains. It was endless, yellow dust that seemed to get everywhere, staining your flesh.

On the second day of our march, we came across the ambush site. Here many daughters of Lilith had been butchered by Brandon’s army under the direction of the Samurai. I hated that red-armored man and his three whores.

None of Lilith’s daughters were dead, just in agony, their bodies hacked into a dozen pieces. But we pieced them back together and healed them. They were so happy to be free of their cruel torment. Luka hugged me tight with her blood-red hair and Haja wept rainbow tears.

Once we had repaired the damage the Samurai caused, we kept marching. On the horizon, the Skeletal Forrest appeared as a dark smudge growing larger and large. I trembled with excitement as we marched, eager to see my Goddess again.

“We’ll save you from the Ghost, Lilith,” I promised under my breath.

“We will,” Chantelle agreed, reaching out to hold my hand. I squeezed my wife’s hand back.

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The Ghost

“Ghost,” Deidre purred, stepping into my room, her eyes flashed around, looking for me. “Are you in here?”

I admired her naked beauty. Deidre still wore her small, silver glasses from her time as the sexy librarian of Paris, Texas, but nothing else. My cock hardened as I appreciated her tawny hair falling about her shoulders, the swell of her large breasts, and the curves of her hips.

“Somewhere,” Lilith purred, lounging on a pillow, her legs spread wide. “He just made such wonderful love to me.”

Deidre smiled, glancing at Lilith’s well-fucked pussy leaking my invisible cum mixed with her pussy juices—it was a strange sight. “He made quite the delicious mess.”

“Maybe you should come clean it up,” Lilith giggled. “I know our Ghost would love to watch that.”

Deidre shuddered in lust. “I will, but I need to talk to the Ghost first.”

I padded up behind Deidre, loving to stalk unseen. My hand reached out, caressing her firm ass, giving her a squeeze. She moaned, shivering in delight at the power of my touch. I slid up her spine, my cock brushing her plump ass.

“My love,” she moaned. “Latonya and her scouts are back from the north.”

“What did they spy in the Obsidian Mountains?” I asked, my hand sliding around her hips, pulling her close. I slid up her smooth stomach to her heavy breasts. I gave her a squeeze.

“Oh, Lord, yes,” she breathed.

“Don’t be gettin’ distracted,” I told her, loving her struggle to control herself as my touch inflamed her lusts. I rolled a fat nipple. “Tell me what they saw.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “They spotted a large group of women and strange demons. I think the strange demons are Lilith’s daughters.”

I glanced over at Lilith, seeing how she reacted. “More women and monsters to serve you, Ghost,” the former goddess giggled, rubbing at her pussy. “Ooh, won’t someone please eat my pussy out.”

“I will,” a giggling voice said, and a young woman with round breasts and auburn hair spilled in. “I love eatin’ Daddy’s cum out of your cooch, Lilith.”

Annabeth, my daughter with ex-ghost hunter Carla, dropped to her knees, wiggling her sexy ass at me. I loved watching one of my seven daughters eat my cum. My pecker throbbed harder. I had to stick it in a hole. Deidre gasped as I shoved it into her ass.

“Yes, my love,” Deidre purred. “I love it when you fuck my ass.”

“Your cornhole is so tight,” I groaned. “It’s abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely amazin’!”

Deidre pushed back into my thrusts as I slammed into her ass. She gripped me tight, her velvety bowels massaging the tip of my pecker. Annabeth noisily ate out Lilith, the succubus moaning in delight, her violet eyes fluttering and her silver hair flying.

“That’s it, precious, eat my pussy! Oh, yes! You just have an appetite for cum and pussy.”

“I do!” Annabeth giggled. “And your cooch is just so purtee. I can’t resist.”

“You’re just a slut like your momma,” I growled.

“The biggest slut,” Annabeth agreed.

“All your daughters are big sluts,” a new voice laughed. Rhonda May and her twin walked in, the sisters sprawling together on a pile of pillows, their small breasts pressed together as they kissed and writhed together.

“I only raise the horniest sluts,” I agreed, my gaze flashing from the incestuous sisters to my daughter’s pussy peeking out between her thighs as she feasted on Lilith.

My pecker throbbed. I fucked Deidre’s cornhole harder, our flesh slapping together. Deidre gasped and moaned, shuddering in delight. Her head threw back and I kissed and nuzzled at her neck as my balls tightened.

“Oh, Ghost! I love it! Fuck me with your pecker! It’s the best!” Deidre panted. “Oh, shit! I’m ’bout to cum!”

“Cum like a cheerleader writhin’ beneath the quarterback,” I growled. “Cum like the slut you are.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Deidre gasped, her body spasming in my embrace.

Her ass writhed about my pecker, massaging me. I groaned, my balls ready to explode. I buried into the depths of Deidre’s ass, shuddering as my cum spewed out in several mighty blasts. I shuddered and groaned, my pleasure reaching its peak for one wonderful moment.

Deidre fell forward onto pillows, cum leaking out of her ass.