1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 12: The King and Queen of Hell


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Female/Female, Incest, Male / Females, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    The man nodded his head. “We are being attacked by an army of women dressed like sexy cops.” I ripped my cock from Lilith's ass, striding to the balcony. “Justice has finally delivered the insolent Mark to us,” my wife purred as she caught up, bloodlust burning in her slanted eyes. “We shall enjoy his punishment for eons.” A smile crossed my lips. “You're right.” This woman was made for me. “And I shall personally attend to your ex-wife,” Emi added. “She will howl as my knives chastise her for rejecting your greatness.” We reached the balcony of our palace, overlooking our brass city. By bending the fabric of Hell, I could see farther than a human, my vision leaping to the approaching force. It was a small army, maybe a thousand of Mark's slutty bodyguards mixed with a few oddities—a group of women dressed in kimonos wielding katanas, a squadron of SWAT officers, and a platoon of special forces led by my wife and Alison. And at the center of a large group of women dressed like sexy maids, and a few sexy stewardesses, was Mark, his whore wife Mary, and their sluts. My cock tingled. I would get to enjoy Mary fully again. Last time I only had her mouth. “I will rape her while you watch, Mark,” I promised, stroking my dick. “I will—” A great wave of will washed out from Mark and Mary, rippling as it warped the fabric of Hell. It struck the thick walls of brass that encircled Dis, the metal ringing like a gong. And then the walls vanished. I gaped at the strength of Mark and ...
    Mary's will. They affected my domain. My city. They overcame my power. “Oh, no,” Emi gasped, staggering next to me. “How does he have such strength?” “We have to flee,” I gasped to my wife, fear gripping my heart. We couldn't fight that power. There was no way. My wife gaped at the missing wall. “Come on,” I yelled at her while I backed away. “But Justice is on my side,” Emi whispered. Fuck her. I turned to flee. My wife could be his prisoner. I was saving myself. The air warped before me, Mark’s will transforming my palace. The fabric of Hell's reality twisted and then it sprang back. Alison and Desiree appeared out of the distortion with their cadre of grim soldiers, all pointing weapons at me. I gathered my own will, the vast sea of power I had accumulated over forty years. I wouldn't lose again. I was powerful. I was the God-King of Hell. I unleashed my power. Alison brushed my attack aside like she was swatting an annoying gnat. My jaw dropped as she marched up to me, Desiree at her side. My wife looked as beautiful as the day I had captured her in Tacoma, only her eyes were hard and full of hatred. Alison's eyes were equally hard, boring into me. “Please, Desiree,” I gasped as I backed away. “Mercy. I surrender.” “You didn't show me mercy,” Desiree breathed, a baton appearing in her hand. She swung it. The pain exploded in my knee as I collapsed. “You never cared as you beat me and raped me.” The baton landed right on my cock. I screamed in agony. The blows fell over and ...
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