The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Leah's Reunion - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Leah's Reunion

... To hate herself so much? What had that bastard Brandon done to my beautiful wife? “Fucking slut!” Jacob moaned. “She's not a slut!” I shouted, slapping Jacob's shoulder. “She's your wife!” Jacob stopped fucking her, staring hurt at me. “I was just...of course she's not a slut. We're just roleplaying, right?” “No,” I told him, stroking Leah's face. “Oh Gods, you're not a filthy slut, Leah. You're a beautiful woman and we love you so much.” The disgust buried in her eyes twisted across her face. “No I'm not! Now keep fucking me, Jacob! Make me cum! Spill your seed in me and then toss me aside.” Tears were brimming in her eyes. “It's all I'm good for.” “I would never toss you aside,” Jacob said softly, kissing her cheek. “I love you.” “That's because you don't know what I did!” Bitter anger marred her features. “Nothing you could do would make me love you less,” Jacob stated firmly. “We love you with all our hearts, Leah,” I nodded, stroking her face. “Forever.” She flinched and a ragged sob escaped her lips. “You don't get it! I'm a terrible person!” I cupped her face, staring into her hazel eyes. “No you are not!” “I fucked a lot of soldiers,” she said, her lips twisting bitterly. “I let them use my body. I begged them for it. It's all I'm good for! All I can do is satisfy men with my mouth, my cunt, and my ass! So keep fucking me!” “No,” Jacob said, pulling out of her ass. “I'll make love to you, but I won't fuck you.” I never loved my husband more. “Did they...rape you?” I ...

... asked, fearing her answer. “No. I wanted them to do it! I would have gladly been their whore!” She was sobbing, shaking, fear dilating her eyes until they were black pools. “Anything to escape Molech.” Molech? “That's from the Tanakh,” Jacob said. “He was a god, I think, one of the pagan ones.” “He's real,” Leah whimpered. “He would walk out and choose one of us for his...pleasure.” She seemed to shrink, transforming into a scared, little girl. “They would just scream as he dragged them off. Just scream and scream and scream, and then Molech would come back and choose again.” Her eyes became pleading, fixing on mine. “I had to whore myself out. It got me away from him for a short time! He couldn't choose me if I was fucking the soldiers! I would have done anything to get away from that monster!” Oh Gods! My poor, beautiful wife; my heart broke, and my own tears came. Jacob looked stunned, horrified. “I'm so sorry,” she sobbed. “I broke my marriage vows. I was a dirty, filthy whore!” Jacob hugged her from behind and I hugged her from the front. We held our trembling wife between us, stroking her gently. “You didn't cheat on us,” Jacob whispered. “You did what you had to do. You survived. You were strong and you fought to get back to us. I'm so proud of you.” “Really?” her voice croaked like a little girls’. “Yes, Leah,” I told her, smoothing her face. “We love you and we're so happy to have you back. It's not cheating if your choice was between fucking a few soldiers or death. ...