Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2 - Sex Stories

Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2

“My ladies continue to suffer, many have forgotten about me with the advent of those Abrahamic… faiths. Time passes and yes their lives have gotten better, yet… men continue to be a scourge… a bane on human progress. Hera had the right idea with Themyscira, but it didn’t exactly solve all the problems. I’d like to help all womankind, but too many have rejected me and it’s all that bastards fault… him and those disciples, telling people I’m evil, what I stand for is evil. A strong woman is the enemy of men. If it wasn’t for sex, even the wretched menfolk wouldn’t exist and they even enjoy it well enough! Hypocrites is all they are! I need a refill!”

“Yes, m’lady, more ambrosia for my queen.”

She waited until he finished refilling her chalice with a sneer.

“Leave it there.”

“As you desire.”

“Who asked you to talk‽” she picked him up by the throat. “Should I take your mouth along with your penis’s‽ Be gone from my sight.” She effortlessly tossed the man across the room. “Any man that speaks will spend his last moments in the chamber of Trihexia. I assure you all, he’s most starving for lust and food. You dare groan from pain, did you not just hear my words‽ To Trihexia with him!”

“How can thou be in such a mood while being devoured yourself? This is almost too good of a distraction from your rant,” her voice wavered.

“You know how I get, Hecate. Besides… I can sit here for hours like this.”

“All the reason you should be in a better mood. Have you even had ...

... an orgasm yet?”

“You think Jack is good, you should try Aleister.” She pat the head of her lead incubus.

Hecate grunted, moaned, and sucked air through her teeth as her climax hit. She gently pushed on Jacks head.

“Are you well satisfied?”

“Yes, Jack, that tongue was divine,” one head spoke while the other two caught their breath.

“You seemed to enjoy that too much for being a virgin goddess.” She teased.

Hecate rolled all six of her eyes. “You know I have children. That joke never gets old, Babs.”

She slammed her chalice on the table, held Aleisters head and howled.

“Feel better now?”

“For the most part, yet I still grow weary and annoyed at what the earth has become. Babs?”

“Get with the times… it’s a cute nickname.” She smiled. “Better than the whore of Babylon.”

“That’s a title and you know it.” She grabbed her chalice and downed it. “I might need to give Tyr more of a taste, if he keeps bringing me this.”

“It is pretty good.”

“I need to give these men a taste of their own medicine, somehow.”

“How? Many would enjoy having women force themselves on them. As the saying goes; you can’t rape the willing.”

“True. It needs to be something that they won’t like… a suffering that they bring on themselves. Something that’ll hurt them more than the female born diseases I made for them to catch.”

“Making them women that are irresistible to other men?”

“Maybe. Not sure I’d want to infect our gender with them to prove a point. I don’t ...