1. The Devil's Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 11: The God-King


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    ahead. We marched through the gates. We would never escape here. We would be swallowed up and brutalized. Chantelle never let go of my hand. She never stopped whispering in my mind. She was stronger than me. I wished I could comfort her. But there was nothing left inside me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Emi Yoshida I watched the endless procession approach from the balcony of our Brass Palace. From here, the entirety of Dis was spread out before us, and beyond the blasted, red lands. Our victorious army, leading a train of women for my husband and I to play with, approached the city. I could see them clearly, warping the reality of Hell to act as a focusing lens without even thinking. An excited thrill went through me as I gazed at the women I most wanted to play with. Busty Orihime, Chisato, and Hikaru all rode at the head of the column beside the Samurai. Forty years of denial ended today. My hand stroked the head of my dog, sliding across his dry, leathery skin. He panted, his tongue flicking in and out. His breath was fetid with blood. I loved that scent. “Once I've finished with them, you'll get to eat them one by one,” I purred. “But it will be years before I tire of their beauty.” My pussy itched, a trickle of desire running down my leg. I would start with Orihime. I had come so close to possessing her all those years ago. My fingers clenched, eager to feel her soft flesh beneath my fingers, her tongue licking my body, her blood bathing my lips. “Patience,” I ...
    purred. “Soon you'll get to eat the Samurai. I want his women to watch as he dies. I want to savor the horror as they realize their fates.” Brandon strode up, lust in his face as he stared at the approaching concubines. My husband was just as eager as I was for our new spoils. We ruled Hell. No woman should be out of our reach. We should enjoy every last one of them. The column reached the city walls, the thick barrier obscuring my view of the lovely geisha. I focused on the maw-like main gate of Dis, waiting for the Samurai and his women to appear so I could gaze at their porcelain faces once more, picturing them twisted in agony. My fingers tightened on my hounds flesh as they appeared, the army passing into the city through the thick gates. The soldiers broke off in columns, dispersing through the city to celebrate in the barracks. A horde of women awaited our soldiers lust. My excitement grew, a fire billowing to life inside my slim body. I stroked my hound, savoring the disgusting feel of his leathery hide. He was eager. I had trained him for this moment for decades, glutting him on the souls of so many women to grow him to this monstrous size. “Such beauties he brings,” Brandon smiled. “There's Lilith in the front, her whore priestesses right behind her.” Most of the women prisoners were taken to the holding pens to be sorted. The prettiest would be sent to serve in the palace. Some would remain as our servants, and others would feed our bloodlust. A flash of Orihime, blood ...
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