1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 2: Sacrificed to Molech


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    things. You're my Master. My...God, I guess. I'm yours, Mr. Mayor.” More power swelled into me. One-by-one, the women knelt and swore their fealty to me. I could almost feel them. I sensed them at the back of my mind, little nubs of power. The more that swore, the more malleable Hell felt to me—the easier I could shape it. The fear in their eyes seemed to melt away, replaced by hope as green grass grew in a wider circle, driving back the hellish landscape. “We're never going to see our families again, are we?” the redhead sobbed, pressing her face into the grass. “That asshole sacrificed us.” Her anger fed me. I drank in her emotional energy. More women cried, mourning their lost lives, feeding me their energy. Why did I drink it in? Why did it pool inside me? Their emotions were mere drops compared to the power their souls fed me. Single drops of rain. But a downpour could flood a town. “That's why they torture us,” I whispered. “To drink our pain. To gain even more energy from us.” “That's horrible,” my wife gasped. Love poured from her. I held her, drinking it in. Thirty women knelt around me, forming clothes out of their imagination to hide their naked bodies. They were quite lovely. A forest of beautiful women. My women. A thought flashed through my mind, dark and lusty. “Oh, honey,” my wife whispered. “What are you thinking about?” “I...well...” I choked on my words. Their clothes began to melt away, my subconscious power at work. My lust stirred, my cock hardened. ...
    The redhead looked at my turgid shaft swelling before her. “What did you do to us?” she whispered. “I can feel your presence in my mind. You're...molding me.” “Am I?” I gasped. She licked her lips and lust flowed through the bond, replacing the anger. “Sorry,” I swallowed, forcing down my desires. I didn't have any right to force myself on them. “No, don't be, honey,” whispered my wife. “We swore to you. You're like Mark or Brandon.” “I'm not like Brandon,” I growled. “Well, you have power and women. It's...sexy.” I gaped at my wife, her hand sliding down to stroke my cock. “What are you saying?” “They swore to you. I'm sure they'll be amenable.” “I...I think maybe...yes,” nodded the redhead, shifting her hips. I pictured Mark surrounded by all his beautiful women. His sluts. All happy to fuck and suck and please him. Why couldn't I have that? With my own goddess at my side. My Yoon. My hand drifted down my wife's naked back, squeezing her plump buttocks. A woman screamed. Fear poured into me. An African American woman on the edge of the grass was pinned by one of the burned, skeletal sacrifices, bony fingers tearing into her flesh. The pain fed me. It was even more powerful than the lust. No wonder the demons tortured us. But that wasn't me. I wasn't going to let my followers suffer. More skeletal sacrifices crawled and skittered towards us, abandoning the ravaged remains of Molech. They had new prey to exact their mindless rage upon. Fear shot through my followers as they ...
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