1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 7: Bitter


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    “When you first appeared, you didn't have the ability to last so long. Then you did?” He chuckled. “You don't wanna know my real name.” “You're the Ghost,” I shrugged. “And I do know your name. But that doesn't matter who you were before you made your Pact. What matters is how you touched us all.” His hard cock pressed against my asshole. His cock was damp, slick with some other woman's juices. Probably one of his daughters. I groaned, pushing back, savoring his thickness entering me. No cock ever felt as good as his. “I made a Pact with Astarte,” he answered. “I made a deal with that slut demon and gave her Darleen to possess until sunrise. And you heard what happened that night?” “Oh, yeah,” I moaned. “The little cunt ran wild. I heard she got pregnant from that night. I learned that right before we left.” The Ghost chuckled. “Astarte used her hard.” He thrust deep into me, then drew back. A slow rhythm, stirring up my passion. “Did Astarte use you hard? In Hell?” “That she did,” he groaned. “They both did. Fuckin' Lucifer.” “I'd rather fuck you,” I moaned. He chuckled, his balls slapping into me. “So what's gonna happen when the shield fails?” “We die.” I looked over my shoulder at nothing but the far wall. I hoped I was staring into his eyes. “But we'll be together. I saw to it. We're all bound tight. Where you go, we'll follow.” “Right back down into the furnace?” “But we won't be tied to one of the demons. We'll have power. I've been channeling some energy towards ...
    that. I knew this would all come to an end one day. Maybe not this fast. But Mark and Mary would never let us live in peace.” “No, I reckon they wouldn't. They killed me, and what harm was I causin'? Just havin' some fun. I weren't no threat to them. They was scared of me.” “They still are,” I sighed, his thrust growing harder. “They brought the might of their empire down to kill us.” The Ghost laughed. Pleasure roared through me. “Oh, Ghost. Fuck my ass. Use me! Cum in me! I'm your whore!” I loved saying these filthy words. I loved the way he made me feel. I was his property. He desired me more than any other man. I had never been satisfied until the Ghost fucked me. And now that the Theocracy was ruining the world, I'd rather spend my eternity with this man and the Cult than bow to the Tyrants. I gripped the column, my breasts bouncing. I gasped and moaned, crying out to the Theocracy. Let them see how free I was. Let them see how much I enjoyed my Ghost. He was far better than the pathetic man and woman the Theocracy was brainwashed into following. “That's it, sweetness,” groaned the Ghost. “Work that fine ass. Make my pecker explode in your cornhole. Fuck, yeah. My balls are fixin' to drown your ass in cum.” “Do it,” I panted, my hips shaking. His lips kissed and sucked at my flesh. “Dump your cum in me!” He grunted as he held me tight. His hand slid down my body. His fingers brushed my clit. I gasped. Fire erupted inside me. I shuddered in his arms. My bowels writhed about ...
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