Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2 - Sex Stories

Babalon's Curse Ch 1&2

... think that would fix the situation.”

“True. Oh! What if it wasn’t permanent?”

“What are you getting at?”

“Well… it’s rather been done before—in a fashion. Who was it that turned people to… what was it… werwulfs? Zeus… Loki? Bondye?

Babalon looked at her incredulously, then a sinister smile crept across her face.

“I know that look, what are you planning?”

“You’re going to love what I am about to tell you, heed mine words. These men are going to witness the true definition of god-dess damned.”

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Three months later with everything together, she had waited for the next solstice to enact her plan and had been looking in on her worshipers for the ones that was sure to help, ones that were troubled with men. If she were at the very least in pantheon, she would watch, although it were rare for her status as an evil demonic force—something which in a way she was, there were a few that sought her out. She would visit two *********** women for this experiment, baring success, only then meeting with the others, lest something goes wrong, so she can quickly remove the cursed man from that plane of existence.

A dirty blonde woman wrapped in a bathrobe, in her den, lights out, does her best to reach out to Babalon for her blessing.

“I seek you out, Babalon the whore, to guide me and grant your wisdom. I have faith you’re not what they say you are. I provide an offering for you.”

“I hope that offering is some good mead, or good penis.” She appeared holding ...

... her chalice, breast exposed from her robe that hung from her shoulders.

“Holy fuck!” The woman’s mousy faced looked up and cried out. “Who are you and how the hell did you get in here‽”

“You beckoned me of course. Not a bad setup.” She looked around.

“Be-beckoned‽”

“Yes my scarlet lady… you called… I came.”

“So you’re actually—you’re her?” Janie’s nerves tinged.

“Whore of whores, Goddess of lust, desire, chaos, coitus, prostitution, and so fourth.”

“I never thought you… or any God would ever show themselves in person! I have some bourbon if you’d like.” She bowed to her. “You’re way more beautiful than the depictions.”

“I would hope so. Now what is this bourbon, is it like wine?”

“No ma’am, but it is alcohol.”

“Good enough, go fetch some for us.” She sat down.

The woman ran to the kitchen and came back with two glasses, the bourbon and Coke-Cola. Babalon held out her chalice and she poured some in it.

“What is that other thing?”

“It’s soda. I like bourbon, but I can’t drink it straight.” She poured herself a glass. “I still can’t believe an actual goddess is in my house.”

Babalon sniffed and took a sip. “Not bad, I suppose it will have to do. Seeing is believing, isn’t it… Janie, I believe your name is.”

“How did you know,” she gasped.

“I’m a Goddess, my little precious, I watch over mine. Do you need proof?”

“Proof? Oh no, I wouldn’t dare disrespect you with such a demand!”

Babalon smirked with a slight chuckle, held up ...