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Sister Evelyn Maria

The dry heat of the desert washed over me as I stood in the bell tower of the convent, my gaze sweeping over the desert. The sun vanished behind the hills to the west, long shadows stretching across the world.

Twilight was dangerous time. The sky remained bright even with the sun vanished beneath the horizon, but the ground was dark, making it hard for the eye to adjust. The convent was on lockdown to protect Jessica.

To protect our man's wife.

I had willingly surrendered my virginity—my purity—to him. He had devoured the chastity of every Sister of Maria Goretti present in the convent. We were all his whores, willing to do any act of debauchery for him.

It was exhilarating to be such sinners. He had enthralled us all, and that made me smile.

Still, I had to focus. I scanned the horizon the scope on my .50 sniper rifle. A big, ugly weapon. The threat wasn't expected to come yet, not for another day or two, but that was no reason to let my guard down. No, it was all the more reason to be vigilant.

For Carl.

For that handsome man with his brown hair, youthful face, and blue eyes. His glasses just added to his appeal. Intelligent and strong. And his cock... My deflowered pussy clenched in memory of that delicious shaft penetrating me.

I wanted him to—

BWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A horn blew. A hunting horn.

I turned and grabbed the rope of the bell. I yanked on it hard, ringing it. The sound crashed into my ears as I gazed to the west at the road leading to the convent. No, at the hill to the right of it, a disturbance rippled.

Something streaked from there and crashed into the gate. A bright light flashed as I rang the bell. Ghostly ramparts appeared, rippling around the wall of the convent from the impact, the mix of spells and prayers woven to protect this place.

I released the bell and aimed toward the disturbance. Shadows clung to the figures, half-obscuring them. A horned figure stood on a white horse, a host of creatures knelt around the rider. A chill shot through me. Wildhounds around the master.

What was Oberon and the Wild Hunt doing here?

Sister Elizabeth Esther, in the gatehouse, opened fire with her .50 machine gun, bullets slamming into the hill, tracers lighting up the darkening night. I sighted on Oberon, King of the Fairies and Lord of the Wild Hunt. I adjusted my aim. I knew all the distances around here. How far my bullet would drop. I exhaled as I pulled the trigger on my .50 rifle.

The gun barked. The recoil shook my body. Sparks burst before Lord Oberon, his magic destroying the bullet capable of ripping limbs off a human being. Of penetrating the engine block of a car and light armor on vehicles.

He threw another spear as the shadowy forms charged down the hill. He charged after it. The spear struck the gate. Light exploded. The ghostly ramparts flashed again. This time, they burst inward along with the steel gate of the monastery.

I turned and grabbed the bell. I yanked on it three times as the horde rushed closer.

~~*~~

Carl Bergman

The bell pealed through the convent.

Sister Petra Esmerelda, the Hispanic nun who had cooked the dinner, jumped off my lap. We had been kissing when the clatter rang interrupted us. The other nuns jumped to their feet, fear or anger flashing across their faces.

“What?” I demanded.

“Enemy at the gate!” Sister Petra Esmerelda said, her naked breasts jiggling. She wore only her wimple and veil like all the nuns.

“To the sanctum,” Reverend Mother Abigail said calmly. The Black MILF-nun rose from the other end of the table, her large, ebony breasts swaying.

My stomach twisted and heart hammered. I took Jessica's and Sister Mary Salome's hands. I held my two wives as the nuns formed up around me. Ana Sofía led the way darting out of the dining room. My werewolf blurred into her wolf from, a shaggy half-humanoid monster that loped out of the room. Candace and Morgan, my fairy and witch, took up the rear as we raced after Ana Sofía.

Automatic gunfire erupted followed by a mighty boom. Jessica's hand squeezed down hard on mine as we ran through the hallways of the convent. It was a solid building, a former Spanish Mission made out stone covered in adobe.

Just as we reached the sanctum, A large boom shook the ground. Dust drifted from the ceiling. A heartbeat later, the bell rang three more times. Not the general clatter of the first time. They were distinct.

“Gates are breached!” the reverend mother shouted.

“Already?” I gasped as we rushed into the inner sanctum, the small chapel of the convent. There were no pews, just rugs for the nuns to kneel on in prayer before an altar covered in white cloth. Behind it was a cabinet, the Eucharist I believed. On the side was a small confessional booth.

Reverend Mother Abigail knelt at the altar. Around her, Sisters Petra Esmerelda, Paulina Regina, and Rebecca Anna formed triangle about the reverend and the altar. The four of the nuns all began praying, their hands clasped. I could feel... power washing from them. A power that made my insides squirm.

Sisters Kylie Annette, Rachel Leah, and Andrea Ruth rushed to what appeared to be a closet door. Inside, they started pulling out body armor, flak vests, that they pulled over their naked body. They pulled tight Velcro straps before they pulled out M4 carbines and slapped in magazines. They all moved about the sanctuary and aimed at the main doors. Ana Sofía prowled near it, snarling.

Another burst of automatic gunfire erupted outside. Hounds bayed, only... They sounded more like women pretending to howl like dogs or wolves.

Sister Mary Salome dropped to her knees beside Jessica, praying. My succubus wife hugged herself as I stood with them to the side, not sure what to do.

Candace thrust out her hand. A wand appeared in it made of silver wood while gossamer wings materialized behind her in a burst of glittering dust. A golden diadem nestled in her blonde hair. She rose off the ground, her wings beating. Two smaller faeries, her pixies, appeared on her shoulders.

Morgan moved to the corner of the room near the main doors. She slit the palm of her left hand with her dagger. She drew a hasty pentagram around her, the baying of the hounds louder. Another boom shook the air.

“The convent gates,” whispered Sister Kylie Annette, the black-haired nun kneeling nearby, her gun aimed at the door.

“Spirits of Air, I call upon you to unleash your fury on my command!” Morgan chanted once she finished, standing in her pentagram. Blood dripped from her left hand and the tip of her blade.

A wild frenzy barked just outside the sanctum doors. They shook. The four praying nuns around the altar chanted louder. Silver light glowed from the door. Their faith kept it sealed. Another crash slammed into the door.

The wood cracked. The silver light flickered. My heart pounded as another powerful boom shook the convent. The exposed wooden rafters overhead groaned. The lights hanging from them swung, their bulbs flickering and went out.

BWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A loud horn blared and the doors burst open from the note. Chunks of wood flew through the sanctum. A piece nearly took me in the head. The silver light became mist that spilled out. From it, a spear hurtled at me.

I didn't even register what had happened when I had caught it and thrown it back through the doorway at a tall man in fur cap and leather boots tooled with silver. Angler horns grew from his head, his eyes mad with bloodlust.

He snatched the spear I had thrown back at him, surprise flickering across his handsome yet alien face. He wasn't human. He was too beautiful and too dangerous to be a man. I didn't even know how I had done that. I was shocked I had caught the spear.

Around him, women charged in. They snarled like beasts. They were all different races, skin and hairs and eyes different colors, but they were all loping on all fours like hounds, their faces twisted in animalistic fury.

White light flared as the nuns kept chanting. A net appeared around the door that the antlered huntsmen charged into along with his hunting bitches. Three of those were seized by chains of light and bound in place as they spilled into the chapel. He wrenched through the barrier with ease and charged straight at me.

Ana Sofía leaped at him, howling with her fury. He swung his spear and struck her in the side, throwing her back. She hit the ground, roaring. I thrust Jessica behind me, Sister Mary Salome chanting her prayers.

Who was this bastard?

~~*~~

Ana Sofía Guadeloupe

I recovered from the blow, snarling with fury. This monster had thrown his weapon at my Master. I lunged at him again. His spear thrust at me, the leaf-head point driving for my skull. I ducked beneath it, entering his guard and leaped for his throat, snarling.

He pivoted and swung his left fist into my face. He crashed into my muzzle and flung me back. I struck the ground and came up in a crouch, my head ringing. My vision blurred from the hard blow. The nuns fired their M4 carbines in three round bursts at him, the clatter deafening. Sparks burst around the huntsmen. He ignored them and threw his spear.

It struck me before I could recover.

I howled in agony as the spear drove me back and pinned me to the wall. I kicked in pain, blood spilling through my fur. Sister Mary Salome screamed my name. I just heard it over the clatter of the carbines firing.

The huntsmen advanced on my master while I was helpless to stop him.

~~*~~

Candace Riese

“You shall go no farther, Husband!” I cried, aiming my wand at Oberon.

His gaze side to me as I flicked my wand and conjured a squad of skeletal soldiers. A powerful illusion. The wildhounds leaped at the nuns, jumping on them as they fired their guns. Bullets ricocheted through the room.

More of his wildhounds turned to fight my skeletons. The women, all transformed by Oberon's bloodlust for the hunt, threw themselves at the illusions heedless of the weapons the skeletons carried. They tore into them, ripping them to pieces.

I moved in behind them, floatingbetween Oberon and my lover. My wings hummed. My pixies threw out colors and sounds to disorient more of the wildhounds. My skeletons fell as I faced the merciless eyes of my husband.

“My Queen,” Oberon said, putting a hand to his heart through the shirt he wore. He bowed, his horns stained with dried blood. “I have finally found you. It is an honor to stand before your beauty once more and bathe in your radiance.”

“And I am disgusted to stand before my King,” I snarled. “I see your barbarism knows no limits.”

The three nuns battered back their attackers thanks to my pixies and I fired at Oberon again. Their bullets crashed into the energy protecting him. He smiled at me, his teeth filed to fangs. In his left hand, three shadowy daggers appeared. He flung them in three directions with a single gesture.

I flicked my wand and intercept each of them with sprays of rainbows that devoured his attacks. He laughed and swept his hand out before him and conjured a sword that cut through the last of my skeletons. He marched at me.

I leveled my wand at him and slammed colors and sound into him.

“Candace!” roared Carl behind me, my lover full of rage. He had power. He caught the spear thrown at him. “Don't you touch her!”

Oberon laughed as he thrust his hand through the torrent of hues flooding at him. He parted my magic and slammed his hand into my throat. He squeezed about me. I gasped as he choked me. His fingers crushed about my trachea. He shoved me down, forcing me to kneel before him.

“You always forget your place, my Love,” he growled and shoved me back. I fell, my wings flashing.

“My Queen!” Plumdrop cried and threw color at Oberon's face.

“Don't you touch her!” Sugarkiss shouted, sounds crashing around Oberon's head.

He ignored them all as I pushed myself up. His hobnailed boot slammed down into my chest. I smacked into the floor, pinned on my back by his weight. My ribs creaked as she grinned down at me, ignoring the gunfire.

“Why do you always wander, my Queen?” he asked. “What perverse desire is in you to flee from your husband's side and consort with lesser men?”

“Better men than you, my Lord,” I snarled. “I revel in cuckolding you!”

He pressed down harder on my chest, his red eyes burning with fury. My ribs creaked. I raised my wand, but he snatched it from my grasp and tossed it aside. I never could beat him. Anger boiled through me. Anger and fear. He had found me again. I had escaped him for the last two centuries, hidden in the mortal world, and he had tracked me down.

“That is my woman!” Carl roared.

My husband grin grew. Fear for Carl flashed through me. Terror. Oberon would rip apart my lover before my very eyes. He would make Carl suffer for touching me. For loving me. I thrashed. My pixies charged in.

He batted them away like flies.

~~*~~

Sister Mary Salome

“Lord, shield me from evil as I rush to the aid of my lover,” I prayed as I charged across the sanctuary toward Ana Sofía.

I dodged around skeletons. Colors flashed, painting rainbow hues across the white walls. One of the wild women jumped at me. Holy energy flowed from me as the Lord answered my prayer. It threw her back with a scream.

Light glowed above me as I ran. Like a halo shone around my head. Another wild woman recoiled from it, raising her hands to ward her eyes from the brilliance. I felt so saintly. Angelic. I was nephilim. The purity of Heaven flowed through my veins as well as blood.

I grabbed the shadowy spear buried in Ana Sofía's body. “Lord, give me the strength to save my lover!”

I yanked the spear from her body. She howled in pain and dropped to the floor, blood spilling from her body. The spear burst into misty shadows and vanished like it never had been real. Just an illusion conjured by that horrible man with the horns.

Ana Sofía blurred back into her human form. Her golden-brown skin had a pasty complexion now. Her lips grew blue. Ashen. She was dying. I planted my hands over the terrible hole in her chest, her blood spilling around my fingers.

“Lord, if it Your will, please heal my lover.” The light glowing around head bathed over Ana Sofía's face. Her eyes flicked open, staring at me. “Please, Lord, I ask that You heal my lover and save her. She is a good and loyal woman.”

Silver light emanated from my hands. The healing energy poured into her body. She shuddered on the ground, whimpering as the power of heaven surged through me. I would not let her die. She stared into in my eyes.

I stared back at her, praying, “Thank you, Lord, thank you for this miracle!”

~~*~~

Carl Bergman

The huntsmen battered away the pixies, his boot planted on Candace's chest. Fury burned through me. I don't remember ever being so angry. I marched away from Jessica, glaring at this bastard. His red eyes met mine.

Pitiless eyes. Terrible eyes. We ignored the battle around us. The gunfire. The praying nuns. The lights that flashed. Morgan standing in her pentagram, her eyes closed and face twisted in concentration as if she grappled with something immense and unseen.

“Get your foot off my MILF!” I roared, pointing my finger at him.

He laughed, revealing jagged teeth. “And what can you do about it, boy?”

A spear appeared like black smoke in his hand. He threw it at me. Instantly, chains of light seized it. The faith of the four nuns praying around the altar held it. The spear hovered in the air, wanting to reach me, and couldn't.

“Interesting,” the man said. He pointed at me as he whistled.

The wild women darting around the room, dealing with illusionary skeletons, dodging bullets, and burst of color, all surged at me. Five of them loped straight for me, their faces wild with lust. They were all naked. All sleek and athletic women with bouncing breasts. I could feel them.

They were females.

The moment they came within a few feet of me, my wife's lust, focused through me like I was a lens magnifying her power, struck the furious woman. Their snarls turned to whimpers. Their growls into purrs. They didn't leap at me. They nuzzled in and at my feet and started licking them.

The huntsman's brows tightened in shock. “Your wife can't have that much lust.”

“You have no idea,” I said, smiling at him. “She is amazing. Your bitches are mine. Just like your wife is!”

He smiled, cold and deadly. “You aren't the first man my Queen has dallied with. She's a rutting whore, a bitch in heat that runs from the kennel to kneel before the mongrels to satiate her wanton cunt.”

“But not for you.” I took such satisfaction.

He chuckled, “You have soiled my queen, boy. I have no mercy to give you.” He stepped harder on Candace. “I will skin you alive for that affront, but if you surrender, I won't hurt your wife before I deliver her to Morgenstern.”

Shock rippled through me. Morgenstern unleashed this bastard on us? How did he know where we were? I thought we had him fooled. Ana Sofía had told her lies and had the man thinking my wife and I fled to Europe, but...

“Ifyou don't surrender, boy, I will make sure your wife is in gibbering in pain when I deliver her to the fiend. He needs her alive. He doesn't need her whole and unspoiled.”

The lust that gleamed in the bastard's eyes had my blood running cold. He threatened to... to... I felt sick at the thought of this bastard pinning my Jessica down and ravishing her. The wild women around my feet growled at him.

They leaped for their former master.

So did I.

I charged at him. Behind him, Ana Sofía jumped to her feet, blood streaking down between her breasts, but she looked strong. Sister Mary Salome's miracle. My werewolf blurred into her furred form, loping for him. The three nuns threw down their guns and drew daggers, joining the assault.

A sword of shadows appeared in his hand and swung at me only for light to flash before me and dissolve the sword. Sister Mary Salome was praying, floating in the air. She had a halo around her head and white wings behind her slowly flapping.

Candace laughed as the huntsmen snarled and spun. He slammed his fist into Ana Sofía, throwing back the werewolf. He swept around, his fists a blur. His wild women yelped as his punches slammed them back. He caught Sister Kylie Annette in the guts with a kick, flinging her back hard.

Holy light seized her and slowed her down, Sister Mary Salome's head bowed in prayer.

Silver chains streaked out, grabbing the huntsmen, slowing down his blows. I ducked beneath a bunch and slammed my fist into his side. Sister Rachel Leah stabbed a dagger for his guts. His magic stopped her and threw her back.

I slammed another fist into his guts, pounding through his power. His blow cut me in the head. Stars flashed as I stumbled back from the blow. My brain sloshed in my head. I shook my blow as he roared. Another sword of shadows appeared.

Sister Mary Salome's holy light seized it and broke it apart.

“Nephilim whore!” the horned bastard snarled.

Candace kicked out and stuck him in the knee. No longer pinned by his foot, she rolled cleared and scrambled for her wand. Rage beat in my heart as I threw myself at him. I grabbed the bastard around the waist and swung him around.

He snarled as we both slammed on the ground. I grappled with him, his cloak flaring behind him. White chains wrapped around him again. He broke free and slammed his fist into the side of my head, fury in his red eyes.

Sparks flared.

He hit my head again.

He straddled me, pummeling me with blows that should have caved-in my head. I burned with too much anger to let him. Ana Sofía leaped at him. She landed on his back, biting at his horn. She snapped off antler tines before he threw her back with an elbow.

Morgan pointed at us, blood dripping from her hand. I felt the power in her and... acted.

I shot my hands up and grabbed the huntsmen by the throat. I strangled him. My thumbs dug into his trachea. Candace grabbed her wand. Another wild woman slammed into him, throwing him off-balanced. Multi-colored light erupted from Candace's wand and slammed into his head. Scintillating colors burst off him.

I acted.

Off-balance, the huntsmen was easy to flip over. I slammed him down on his back, still strangling him. I straddled him now, my fingers digging in deep. Power built in the room. The colors assaulted his face, distracting him.

He his hands shot for my face. He grabbed it, thumbs gouging my eyes. Pain burst. I screamed.

“Spirits of Air, unleash your might and bind Oberon, Lord of the Hunt!” Morgan changed.

Wind slammed down around me but hardly touched me, barely ruffling my hair. The powerful torrent of air ripped his hands from myface and pinned his arms to the ground. He roared as Morgan swayed, sweat dripping down her face.

“Lord, seize the sprite and hold him with Your power!” prayed Reverend Mother.

“Amen!” the other three praying nuns chanted together.

The silver chains grabbed his arms, holding them in place. The wind died. Morgan swayed and collapsed to her knees. The nuns kept praying. Sister Mary Salome drifted closer, her wings flapping, her hands clasped tight.

“Lord, if it is Your will, seize this villain and hold him down!” she cried, her halo flaring bright.

“Noooooo!” the huntsmen roared as the light seized his legs, pinning him to the ground.

The pixies buzzed in and sent their own light flaring. The wild women leaped at him, grabbing hands and feet, holding him in place. I released his throat. I wasn't doing much. I rose from him, my heart pounding. My head throbbed.

“You wanted to ravish my wife?” I snarled.

“Carl,” Jessica whimpered. She was helping Sister Rachel Leah to her feet, the nun clutching at her belly. My wife's green eyes brimmed with fury. With outrage. This bastard wanted to... to... I couldn't even think about it without feeling sick. “Hurt him!”

I kicked the pinned huntsmen in the balls. He roared in pain, his face twisting in agony. I planted my bare foot on his leather pants, crushing them. He thrashed in the bonds of holy light, pinned down by his own wild women.

Candace floated toward me, her silver wand aimed at him. She had red marks between her breasts from his boot crushing her chest. Fury burned in her eyes. Around us, Ana Sofía paced, back in her human form.

I grabbed Candace and pulled her to my side. She pressed against me, her big boobs rubbing into my flesh. Her blonde hair spilled around her gorgeous, mature face. “This is your Queen?” I asked as I crushed the bastard's balls again. “Your wife!”

“Titania,” he groaned. “My Titania! My queen!”

I knew that name. Where did I know that name from? It didn't matter. I turned my head and captured his wife's lips with mine. I had cuckolded my best friend, fucking his girlfriend at urging from Jessica the morning after our wedding. I hadn't ever wanted Frank to know I had done that.

It was a one-time thing. I never wanted to claim Evette. But Candace... She was mine, and I wanted this bastard to understand that I owned her. She was my fairy-MILF. I thrust my tongue into Candace's mouth and kissed her with passion.

She returned it with equal fervor. Our tongues danced as he howled. He thrashed, but the prayers of my nun-wife and nun-concubines kept him pinned. Along with his own harem of wild women. They were my bitches now. All eight of them, including the three still chained at the entrance.

“Mmm, that's it,” Jessica purred. “Show him, my husband. Show him that Candace is yours!”

Candace murmured, “Yes,” against my lips. “Yours.”

I broke the kiss and said, “On your knees, Candace. Let's show your husband how much you love his cock.”

She laughed in delight, her gossamer wings fluttering. She settled down on her knees beside him. He glared at us, his sharpened teeth gnashing. He struggled to break free, but he couldn't. My women held him down so he could cuckolded.

I moved to Candace, my cock thrusting out hard before me now. The pain in my head cleared. she grabbed my cock and stroked me. She glanced at her husband, a wicked grin on her plump, red lips. Her wings fluttered.

“I have fucked many cocks since I married you, my Lord,” she purred with such a mocking tone. “Thousands of cocks. And while they all were better than yours, this one is the best of them all. No man has a mightier dick than my lover, Carl.”

“You fucking whore!” roared Oberon.

“His whore,” purred the Queen of the Fairies. Her wings fluttering, she swallowed my cock before her king's eyes. I groaned as she suckled hard on my dick. She nursed on me with passion.

I groaned in delight, savoring her mouth as much as his roars of outrage and humiliation. He witnessed his queen worshiping my dick. His wife bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my dick. My fairy-MILF loved my shaft, her tongue dancing around the crown.

Jessica hugged me from behind. Her soft boobs piled against my back as she stroked my chest. She rested her cheek on my shoulder blades. I savored her love as Candace worshiped my dick. Titania, Queen of the Fairies, blew me with all her might.

“I will rip out your heart!” snarled Oberon.

I snorted. “We just kicked your ass. Your women are all mine.”

“Yours!” bayed all eight of the wild women.

“Your wife is sucking my dick, eager for your cum. What can you do to me? You're impotent. Such a mighty king that your wife would rather sell her body to any mortal who can pay than touch your little spear.”

Candace moaned around my cock, sucking so hard.

I loved the fury in his eyes. He wanted to hurt me, and couldn't. He was learning just how powerless he was. I savored that hot mouth bobbing up and down my cock. My wife purred happily as she rubbed my chest.

I felt fantastic. Just amazing. The pressure built and built in my nuts. I loved that sensation. I hurtled toward my orgasm. Her wonderful mouth brought me closer and closer. I gripped the sides of her head and fucked her mouth.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Oh, your wife's mouth is delicious!”

“Rutting swine!” snarled Oberon.

I chuckled. “I got my dick in your wife's mouth. You think there are any words you can say to insult me when I am feeling her amazing blowjob. She's sucking so hard. She wants my cum!”

“Mmm, she does,” Jessica purred. “Lord Oberon, your wife is my husband's concubine. She worships him. Loves him.”

I stared down into Candace's blue eyes and saw the love in them. She suckled so hard on my dick. She nursed with all her might on me. I groaned, rising toward my orgasm. I would have a huge burst of cum. Her warm tongue danced around my dick.

I shuddered at how amazing that felt. It was fantastic having her suckle on me like that. She nursed with all her might on my dick. She suckled so hard. I rose toward that amazing moment of climax as she bobbed her head.

“Damn,” I groaned, my nuts tightening. “You're going to get it, Candace!”

She suckled so hard.

“Yes!” I roared.

I came in her mouth.

I spurted blast after blast of jizz that she gulped down. Her husband watched on. That bastard snarled as his wife swallowed load after load of my jizz. It was so delicious having all that pleasure sweeping through me.

I growled from the delight. It was just a beautiful moment. I savored all that pleasure rushing through me. I bucked, the pleasure rushing through my body. It was fantastic. Rapture swept through me. The ecstasy burned across my thoughts.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that's good!”

I pumped more and more of my cum into her snatch. I savored every eruption. Every last spurt of jizz into her mouth. She swallowed it all down, her wings buzzing behind her. She quivered in delight. My wife held me as I pumped all that cum into her mouth.

“Shit!” I groaned.

I fired the last blast of cum into her mouth. She ripped her mouth off my dick and licked her lips. Her wings fluttered. Then she turned around and knelt before me. She smiled at her husband, her boobs swaying before her.

“Fuck my pussy, my love,” cooed the Queen of the Fairies. “Show my husband just how mighty your spear is. His is so small. So lacking.”

Fury blazed in his eyes. He fought against the bonds, but Sister Mary Salome and the other nuns prayed loudly. The wild women bayed in delight while Morgan pushed herself to her feet again. She clasped her knife in both hands and started chanting.

Her bloody pentagram glowed.

I could feel she was... creating a siphon. Understanding blossomed in my mind. It was like I understood her magic. I didn't have any knowledge about witchcraft, but what she did made such sense to me. She needed me to help, though.

I had to fuck Candace hard.

I dropped to my knees behind her and slapped my dick down on her rump. She shuddered as I slid my cock down her butt-cheek. Her gossamer wings spasmed. Glittering dust drifted from them. She moaned as I found her pussy.

I nuzzled into her shaved cunt, loving the folds of her wet pussy rubbing on the crown of my dick. I thrust into her snatch. She moaned as I buried into her snatch. Her head threw back, her blonde hair dancing.

“Carl!” gasped Candace. “My love! Oh, your mighty cock is just what my pussy needs! I love it!”

“Mmm,” purred Jessica. She stood next to us, a big smile on her lips. “Lord Oberon, you cannot compete with my husband's dick. He has the best. He is the greatest man. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on him. I knew would be my husband. I would be his wife. I am so proud of him.”

“Whore of Babylon!” roared Oberon as my wife bent down and kissed me. “Slut-Daughter of Lilith!”

My wife's tongue thrust into my mouth. Oberon raged as I made out with my wife and drew back my dick. Candace's pussy squeezed around me. She felt so magnificent around my dick. Just so perfect. I loved how she massaged me with her dick. I buried to the hilt in her cunt with hard strokes. I loved how she massaged me. She held me tight with her snatch.

I pumped away at her cunt. I loved this treat. It was so beautiful to have her pussy wrapped around me. It was fabulous fucking her cunt. I fucked her cunt with everything that I had. It was just a delicious treat to pound her like that. To fuck her cunt with all that I had. I thrust to the hilt in her snatch again and again.

“Oh, my lover is fucking me so hard!” Candace purred. “His dick is stirring me up. The best cock I have ever found!”

“Slut!” growled her husband.

“His slut!” Her pussy clamped down on my cock. “I don't need any other man, lest of all you! Ooh, ooh, Carl, fuck me so hard!”

I moaned into my wife's lips as Candace clamped down around my dick. It was magical fucking her before her husband. I pounded her snatch with force. I hammered her cunt with all that I had, aching to make her cum on my dick.

For her husband to hear her moans of rapture as her pussy suckled at my cock. I loved that thought as I pounded her. He snarled, fighting at his bonds. He couldn't escape. My harem was too powerful. All these women loved me

I broke the kiss with my wife and groaned, “It is fucking fabulous to fuck your wife's pussy!”

“I will rip your still-beating heart from your chest!” he roared as I buried into her snatch again and again.

“And I will dump my cum into your wife's pussy as she climaxes on my mighty cock,” I growled in delight as I pumped away at her snatch.

“Oh, yes, he will, my Lord!” moaned Candace. “I'll cum so hard! No dick makes me cum harder than his! Yes, yes, watch me be his whore! He's going to fill my womb with his seed!”

“Flood her!” purred Jessica, her passion merging with the prayers around us. With Morgan's chants.

“Fill her pussy with your cum,” snarled Ana Sofía. “Master, show that worm your virility!”

I loved it. My nuts swelled with the pressure as I fucked in and out of my fairy's pussy. The MILF clamped her silky flesh around me. I groaned with each plunge into her cunt, my nuts building and building toward that mighty climax.

She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock as I fucked her hard. Fast. I buried my dick to the hilt in her snatch again and again. I loved how she massaged me with her hot flesh. She brought me closer and closer to bursting.

“Stars above!” moaned Candace. “That dick! That wondrous dick! Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my cock. Her hot cunt went wild about my dick. It was so hot feeling her pussy spasm around me like that. It was fantastic enjoying that hot cunt spilling around me. I loved every second of her flesh spasming around me.

I drew back my cock, reveling in her climax. Her husband flinched at her moans. He knew that she worshiped my dick with her spasming snatch. I grinned in triumph as I plunged back into her pussy. My nuts slapped into her clit.

I erupted.

“Candace!” I howled as my cum fired into her pussy. I flooded her royal cunt and womb with my seed.

“My lover!” gasped Candace. “Stars above, you are my man!”

Morgan's chanting reached her peak. She shuddered as her power surged out at me. It washed around me as I pumped blast after blast of cum into Candace's pussy. I filled Queen Titania's snatch with my jizz.

The pleasure shot through me. Ecstasy slammed through my body and crashed into my mind. Stars flashed before my eyes as I enjoyed that rapture sweeping through me. My dick erupted again and again, my cum spurting over and over into her pussy.

Morgan's spell shot out and slammed into Oberon, connecting us as I dumped more and more of my jizz into his wife's pussy. Candace moaned, her wings a blur. Her blonde head tossed as her pussy suckled at my dick.

“I am her King!” I roared as I fired the last spurt of cum into my fairy-MILF's pussy. “I strip you of your title. I strip you over your power. By right of conquest, I claim Titania as my Queen.”

“NOOOOOO!” he screamed as the spell connecting us stole his power. Black flames danced around Oberon. Shadowy fire burned.

The spell drew those flames to me. They slammed into me. I gasped as another orgasm exploded in my nuts. More of my cum pumped into Candace's cunt. She squealed in rapture as she came again on my dick, writhing around me.

“My King!” gasped my fairy-MILF. “I am your queen! I, Titania, wed you, Carl, King of the Fairy and Lord of the Hunt!”

“No, no, no!” sobbed Oberon, his voice growing softer.

The black fire flowed into me as I spurted more and more of my cum into my fairy-wife. I felt stronger than ever. I gripped her hips as she moaned her delight, her pussy milking out the second load of my cum.

“My Lord,” Morgan moaned and collapsed again. She swooned and fell onto her back, her sweat-gleaming breasts rising and falling.

I erupted one last time into Titania's pussy.

The black flames died away revealing a frail, old man, his eyes sunken and lips puckered. I ripped out of Queen Titania's pussy, my dick dripping in her passion. I stared down at this disgusting wreck before me.

“Throw him out the front gates!”

He withered into a frail old man while I felt so strong and powerful.

“Throw him out!” I growled. “Then find out if Sister Elizabeth Esther is hurt.”

Two of his wild women grabbed him and dragged him away. Sister Evelyn Maria stood in her nun's habit peering inside. Sweat dripped down her face. She glanced at the man they dragged out and nodded. Then she turned and ran off.

Queen Titania rose. Her wings vanished and crown disappeared as she became Candace, my sexy MILF. She slid her arms around me, my wet cock poking into her belly. She kissed me with passion, her tongue thrusting into my mouth.

I gripped her ass, squeezing her. My women were alive. The nuns were moving about. The wild women were standing up and stretching. They still had these feral looks in their eyes. All eight of them were different in exciting ways.

I broke the kiss and looked around. No one was hurt. Ana Sofía had her wounds healed. She deserved rewards. So did Sister Mary Salome, the nuns, and Morgan. Sister Mary Salome knelt by the witch, praying for her.

Those angelic wings were something else.

Sister Evelyn Maria helped in a bloody and limping Sister Elisabeth Esther. The nun guarding the front gate looked through the ringer. She had a bandage around her thigh, her habit ripped in places to reveal the black bodysuit she wore beneath.

“Bring her over here,” Sister Mary Salome said. My nun-wife had such a beatific smile on her lips. She was so angelic, her wings wondrous.

“Lord,” whimpered one of the wild women. She had ebony skin and big breasts. She had a fierceness about her. Like a Zulu warrior.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Your bitch,” she answered. “I serve the Lord of the Wild Hunt. I am your wildhound, Lord. Thandi is my name.”

“Wildhound,” I said, shaking my head.

“We are yours,” cooed another of them. She was petite, Asian. Maybe Vietnamese with black hair around her fierce face. “I am Xuân.”

“Thandi and Xuân,” I said. The others were around the room. There was a redhead with round boobs and an auburn-haired one with big breasts. An Indian beauty and a blonde hottie. They were all gorgeous in their own ways. All fierce.

“You're human?” I asked.

“They were,” said Candace. “My... ex-husband”—delight flashed across her face spoke—“collected the souls of these warrior women when they die. He is—was—a psychopomp. He can escort the dead to the afterlife. But he keeps his favorites. Makes them his bitches, his sluts, and his hounds. He hunts on dark nights for the souls of the damned who try to escape him.”

“Damn,” I muttered. “They're ghosts.”

“They're alive,” said Candace. “Just not human any longer.”

“We're you're bitches,” Xuân purred and rubbed her cheek against the right side of my cock.

“Yours,” groaned Thandi as she did the same, her ebony cheek looking so delicious against my cock.

They both licked me. I groaned as their tongues bathed over the crowns of my dick. They both stroked me, sending such pleasures rippling through me. It was incredible having them stroke me like that. I groaned, loving every second of this delight.

Xuân swallowed my cock first. She slid her lips over my dick, her brown, almond-shaped eyes staring up at me with such fierceness. I loved her passion. I savored her lust. It was exquisite to experience. My dick throbbed in her mouth as she bobbed her head, sucking on me with all her might. I loved every last second of this heat.

I would have such a huge orgasm. Just spurt all my cum into her mouth. she would gulped down all my cum. That would be fantastic. I savored the way she suckled on me. She nursed with such passion on my cock. She suckled on me with all her might.

“Damn,” I groaned as she bobbed her head. “But you have to share.”

“Yes,” Thandi moaned, her eyes burning with passion.

Xuân popped her mouth off with a wet plop, allowing Thandi to suckle on my dick. She nursed on me with such passion. She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock with all that she had. I groaned, enjoying the way she suckled on my dick. It was fantastic having her nursing on me. I loved every second of her sucking on me. Just savored that delight.

She had a delicious mouth. The Zulu beauty nursed on me. My nuts tightened from the force of her suckling. She made such obscene sounds as Xuân licked her lips. The Vietnamese hottie quivered, her small breasts quivering.

Thandi ripped her mouth off my cock and passed me off to Xuân. She engulfed me.

“Yes,” I groaned as she suckled on me, her tongue dancing around the crown of my cock.

Xuân bobbed her head, her silky, black hair swaying. She loved me with such passion. I groaned, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. She stroked over it before she popped her mouth off my dick, allowing Thandi to nurse on my cock.

“Yes, yes, suck the Lord's dick,” moaned Xuân as Thandi bobbed her head.

I groaned at the pleasure radiating down my cock. “She is. Fuck, she is sucking so hard on me!”

Thandi winked at me as she swirled her tongue around my cock. She was so skilled. But so was Xuân. They switched gain, one mouth plopping off my dick while another swallowed me. The warmth soaked down my cock to my nuts.

My balls twitched as the pair traded me back and forth. The others watched. Cum dripped down Candace's thighs. I loved this. An orgy was about to erupt in here. I couldn't wait for that moment of eruption to explode through me.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned, savoring the way Xuân's hot mouth nursed on me. She suckled on me with everything that she had.

Xuân switched and Thandi took over. She suckled with hunger, her cheeks hollowing. I loved how she bobbed her head while dancing her tongue around my cock. She brought me closer and closer to the brink of cumming.

A big smile spread on my lips as my nuts twitched. Just a few more suckles from the wondrous mouth pleasuring my dick. Her tongue swirled around my shaft. My hands balled into fists as my entire body tensed for the eruption.

“Fuck,”I groaned, Thandi sucking hard on my dick. “I'm going to cum!”

“Stop sucking so he can jizz on your face,” my succubus-wife moaned. “That's what your Master loves to do with his women.”

Thandi popped her mouth off my cock while Xuân stroked her hand up and down my cock. They both opened their mouths wide, their brown eyes burning with heat. I was so eager to cum onto their faces. They begged for it, Thandi's ebony cheek pressed against Xuân's pale-olive.

Xuân's hand stroked up to the tip of my dick. I erupted.

My cum spurted from my cock and splashed across both their faces. They both opened their mouthsand caught my jizz on their tongues. More coated their features. I painted their ebony and pale-olive skin in my spunk.

Pleasure slammed through me as I flooded the wild women's faces. I grunted, my spunk landing int their hair, Xuân's fine as silk and Thandi's thick and woolly. I bathed their faces in my seed, marking them as mine.

The other wild women bayed and panted. My nuns prayed in celebration of my orgasm while my succubus-wife grinned at me. She wore such a delighted look in her eyes. I loved the gleam as I grunted over and over again.

“Yes!” I moaned as I pumped a final blast of cum onto their faces.

My wild women turned and licked my jizz off each other's faces. They moaned in delight as they enjoyed the rapture. I felt so strong. So powerful. I wanted to hunt, not to kill but to find women and fuck them. But I had my women here to love.

They had all done such amazing things. I smiled, feeling so delicious right now. We had defeated Candace's ex-husband. She didn't have to hide from him. She didn't have to fear him. I had crushed him beneath my boot and taken his power.

Stolen his bitches and claimed his king. I grinned in delight. It was time to celebrate.

~~*~~

Amatiel

Prayers flowed from the nuns.

Four of the Pure Sisters of Maria Goretti prayed for protection. But their prayers felt... wrong. Corrupted. Shock filled me. They had been infected with a succubus's lusty powers. How had a succubus and her consort corrupted so many of them.

They should have been impervious to a succubus's passion even magnified through her consort. She could lure mortal women into sinful lust, but that was it. Not nuns blessed by vows. Righteous anger boiled through me at their corruption.

They protected Sister Mary Salome. Her bloodline was special. A direct line back to Adam and Eve. It was why I had lain with her mother to create her. If the nun's had fallen to this succubus and her consort, than my daughter...

I would smite the man who soiled her.

~~*~~

Lucius Morgenstern

The scyring spell I had place on Ana Sofía Guadeloupe's credit card revealed the entire aftermath. Oberon, Lord of the Hunt, usurped. Jessica was the last succubus and of the purest bloodline straight from Lilith and Adam.

But to be that powerful? Her mother wasn't?

Was it the Consort who just stole Lord Oberon's power? A witch, a fairy queen, and a nephilim? He had bound them to him and the entire order of those virginal nuns. Who was this Carl Bergman? Was another power at play here?

I needed to speak to an old friend. Amatiel would be very interested in this.

To be continued...

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