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

Chapter Six: To Death

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Monday, November 17th, 2014 – Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

I smiled at the beautiful face of my sleeping daughter. Lily was in her crib, swaddled in a pink blanket. Carrying Lily to term had been a wonderful, trying, tedious, amazing, uncomfortable, loving, and exciting experience. It was all worth it to bring forth my darling daughter.

My wife, Chantelle, leaned against me, staring down at her. Lily was a miracle. A daughter born to two mothers. I wasn’t talking metaphorically either. Chantelle could grow a thick cock, and she knocked me up.

“Thank you, Lilith,” I purred, a reverent shudder passing through me.

Chantelle nodded beside me. “Yes. She gave us this miracle,” she purred in her lilting, French-Canadian accent.

My wife and me were as different as night and day. She was slim, dark-haired, and lithe, whereas I was blonde, big breasts, and curvy, my voice thick with my Ukrainian accent. We met as strippers—Chantelle would call us exotic dancers—at Deja Vu in Lakewood, Washington. There we debased ourselves for the foul lusts of men before the asshole Mark and his whore enslaved us.

And Lilith set us free. She showed us a world free of men. Seattle was the start of our paradise. Every man in the city that had survived wormwood had been exterminated. Tomorrow, Mark Glassner would die. Ziki, Fiona’s monstrous daughter, had posed as Jessica St. Pierre for a year, placed to kill Mark with Mispach, a cursed dagger forged by Cain.

“I want another child,” Chantelle said.

“Well, why don’t we slip off into our rooms and we can work on it,” I giggled. “Just stick that big cock up inside my pussy and I’ll suck all the cum out of your ovaries.”

“I want your child, Lana,” she said, leaning her head on mine. “I…I want you to fuck me with a cock.”

I blinked, looking at my wife. “I thought you didn’t want that?”

“I changed my mind,” she smiled. “You were so happy carrying Lily. And the month I spent carrying Lamia were wonderful.”

Every woman that served Lilith and lived in Seattle had borne the goddess one of her monstrous daughters, creating an army for our goddess. I had born Cora, my hulking manticore daughter. But the pregnancies gestated fast. Only a month to come to term, and only days for our monstrous daughters to grow to maturity.

“I want to carry your daughter.”

I squeezed my thighs together. I had long wondered what having my own cock would be like. I had resisted the urge out of love for my Chantelle. “Let’s do it,” I grinned. “I can’t wait to be sliding in and out of your tight pussy.”

Chantelle’s cheeks colored. “Nor can I. I want tonight to be special, in case…”

*Nothing is going to go wrong tomorrow,* I sent to her telepathically. We were connected by the Siyach ritual. Lilith is a Goddess. She can defeat Mark fucking Glassner.

Chantelle gave me a sad smile.

I threw my arm around her shoulders. “Come on. My big, fat cock is going to cheer you up. You’re going to love it. A real cock is so much nicer than a dildo.”

Chantelle giggled as I pulled her from the nursery into our bedroom. Our lips met in a kiss as we pulled off each other’s pink robes, our naked bodies pressing together. My heavy breasts rubbed into her perky tits, our hard nipples kissing, rubbing together, tingling pleasure through our bodies. My pussy was soaked, dripping down my thighs.

We fell onto the bed, Chantelle beneath me. My tongue devoured her mouth. Our pussies ground together, my hard clit rubbing against hers, smearing our hot juices together. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her silky flesh.

“Mmm, you like that, baby?” I purred in her ear, my tongue nipping at her lobe as I tribbed her hard. Our bed creaked beneath me, and Chantelle shuddered.

“I love it.”

“I bet you can’t wait to feel my hard cock sprout for the first time? I bet you want to feel my girth pushing into your tight cunt.”

“I do, Lana!” she moaned, arching her hips up. “Fuck me. Knock me up. Put a baby in me.”

My ass flexed as I ground my pussy against hers. My clit slid through her hot pussy lips, growing slick with her juices. A sweet, tart, and tangy musk filled my nose, our excitement mixing together as we humped.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard with my big, thick cock,” I moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Chantelle, her fingernails digging into my back. Her hips rose, bucking hard into me. “I want your baby! Oh, Lana! I’m gonna cum! I’m so on fire!”

My own orgasm swelled. I tribbed harder. We needed to cum together for the Shophkah ritual, the spell that would give me a cock. My lips found hers, thrusting my tongue in deep as I fucked my wife hard. The pleasure grew in me, my body trembling in anticipation for the explosion of energy.

Chantelle broke the kiss. “I can’t hold out any longer. I’m cumming! Oh, yes! Cum with me, Lana! Please!”

Her juices flooded my pussy, a hot, sticky mess bathing my cunt with her love. My clit brushed hers. My orgasm erupted through me. “Shophkah!” I screamed.

My clit throbbed. Power surged through me as the spell completed. My clitoris expanded, pushing forward, sliding into Chantelle’s pussy as it grew into a thick cock. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widened as her tight, silky flesh engulfed my cock. It was amazing.

“Shit!” I gasped, my back arching, driving my new dick into the depths of her pussy. “Oh, Chantelle! Oh, wow! You’re so tight! Oh, fuck! I love it!”

Chantelle shifted her hips, her pussy writhing about my cock as her orgasm rolled through her. “Oh, yes! No wonder you always wanted to fuck cocks! This is wonderful!”

“You ain’t felt nothing yet,” I laughed, drawing back and slamming into her.

“Oh, baby!” Chantelle purred, her hand stroking my cheeks as I thrust into her.

I rose on my elbows, my breasts hanging down, my nipples rubbing against her perky mounds as I pounded her tight pussy. Heat rippled through her. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. This was wonderful. Magnificent. I couldn’t believe the joy I was experiencing. Bliss shuddered through me.

“I love having a cock!” I groaned, my hips thrusting harder. “Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love it!”

“Fuck me!” gasped Chantelle. “Knock me up! Give me a baby!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I grunted, hammering my hips forward. “I’m going to knock you up! Your belly’s going to swell and grow so big. Then you’re breasts are going to produce delicious milk.”

“Like yours?” Chantelle purred, grabbing on my large tits and bringing it to her hungry lips.

I shuddered as she suckled, my breast milk squirting into her lips. The pleasure shot straight to the tip of my cock. I pounded her harder, a growing tension mounted. I was going to cum with a cock. It felt so much more intense and direct, all the sensations gathering at one point.

The tip of my new cock.

Chantelle nursed and swallowed, moaning as she drank my sweet breast milk down. I loved it when she nursed while fucking me with her big cock. Fucking her with my dick while she suckled was just as amazing. Every time she nursed, and my milk flowed into her mouth, electricity ran down my body to the tip of my cock buried in her depths.

“That’s it! Drink mommy’s milk!” I groaned. “I’m going to plant a daughter in your belly. And when they’re old enough, we’re going to pop their cherries. Lily and Evelyn, side by side, spreading their sleek thighs so their mothers can deflower them and plant grandchildren in their bellies.”

Chantelle sucked harder, her hips bucking beneath me.