1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 8: Seduction


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Male / Females, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    Priestesses. We were the first two of Lilith's daughters born. And my sister hated me. “I will find Mother on my own,” Cora snarled, her tawny hair bristling. She turned and leaped, sailing through the air and landing beyond the ring of skeletal demons I now could control. Mona shook her head. “You made the right decision, Lamia,” she said. “The rest of us understand.” “Thank you,” I smiled, giving the woman a hug. “I just hope Mother will understand. Wherever she is.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chantelle Paquet-Holub “We can split into two groups and hit the army from both sides,” Lana said. “Abby, you need to eliminate the scouts.” “I go now,” Abby, a Dabbat, hissed . She was a brown-skinned, hairless woman, her eyes slitted like a snake. With a burst of yellow sulfur, she borrowed into the ground. As a Dabbat, she could control the earth. “We need to move fast,” Luka added. “The army is near. If we want to be in position.” The Alukah licked her fangs, her blood-red hair twitching. “I think it'll work,” I said, glancing at the outline Luka had sketched in the dirt. We could hide behind sulfur hills that the army marched between. We would attack them and free the women they had chained like chattel. “We'll show these fucking men what happens to rapist and slavers.” “Yes,” Lana nodded, her blonde hair flying about as she nodded her head. My wife summoned a sword in her hand. “We'll cut them to bloody ribbons and leave them to suffer for eternity on the plain.” “Yes,” ...
    Luka moaned. “I'll feast on their leader's blood.” Her crimson hair transformed into bat-like wings before she took flight. “Let's move,” I shouted, leading my half of Lilith's followers and children to the east. <em>*Be safe,*</em> Lana whispered in my mind. We were connected by the <em>Siyach</em> ritual, able to communicate with a thought. <em>*You as well, my love.*</em> My force reached the hill. We climbed up. Near the top we fell to our bellies, crawling up the last few feet so we wouldn't be seen. My lithe, dancer's body had no problem wiggling through the dust. Young Crystal lay beside me, a conjured spear in her hand. The army marched through the hills. A horde of men carrying spears and marching in ranks. At the head of the column were four figures riding on hellish mounts. The lead rider was wearing the armor of a samurai of all things, his armor lacquered red, his face-mask hideous like a demon’s. The three other riders were women in kimonos, riding side-saddle, their faces painted like geisha. At the rear of the column were the women prisoners, all chained and marching along with slumped shoulders, their bodies naked. “We'll free them,” Crystal grinned, enthusiasm shining across the teenager’s beautiful face. “And we'll punish all those men. “We will.” I took a deep breath, then sent to Lana, <em>*We're ready.*</em> <em>*Attack!*</em> Lana screamed in my mind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Samurai “You seem tense, my Lord,” Chisato purred from behind, my ...
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