The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 4: Illusions - Sex Stories

The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 4: Illusions

... two are actually competent at something,” laughed Tammy. The young woman picked up an M16 and gingerly pulled back the breach bolt. “I guess it's empty.” Lizzy swallowed, her hand trembling as she pulled one out of the case. She fumbled at the bolt and dropped it. The metal clattered on the dirt floor of the bar. Lizzy let out a scared shriek, jumping back. “It's fine,” I told her, putting a comforting hand on the pregnant eighteen year old's shoulder. “You can do this. For the Ghost.” She swallowed and nodded. “For the Ghost. Right.” Lizzy bent down and picked up the rifle. My pussy tingled. There was something exciting about the pregnant girl holding the rifle. Sexy and bold and innocent all at the same time. I leaned over, our guns clattering as they bumped together, and gave her a kiss on the lips, my tongue brushing her braces. “You'll be fine, cutie.” “Thanks, Marissa.” She took a deep breath and checked the breach without dropping the rifle this time. “Okay, let's go have some fun,” laughed Rhonda May. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunday, June 29th, 2014 – Marybeth Sargant “My breasts are sore,” Ursula whispered, shaking me awake. “Huh,” I whispered, shifting on the mattress I shared with my pregnant girlfriend. I was tired, clawing my way out of sleep. I had spent the day setting up claymore traps and concealing them with an illusion on the south field. They were the last of the claymores we had gotten from the Patriots. There wouldn't be any more. The Patriots were ...

... crushed back in early May by the Theocracy. By the pink-haired bitch Alison. In a few weeks, all seven of the expectant mothers would give birth and then we were going to be able to summon the Ghost. But Deidre was growing paranoid that we'd get caught. Sheriff Fuckwad, as I liked to call him, was out here every other day. He seemed to be obsessed with the pregnant girls, wanting to fuck them as much as possible before they gave birth. And his fantasies were getting darker. I'm so glad none of us actually fucked him. He was whipping the illusions now as “punishments.” Sometimes he even choked them as he pumped away. I felt bad for those three young sluts he kept as sex slaves. “Marybeth, my breasts really hurt,” Ursula whispered. “I think they're full of milk.” “Okay,” I whispered, snuggling against Ursula's heavy tits. They had been big before she had become pregnant. Now I just loved to bury my face in them. Her swollen belly pressed into mine, her daughter giving a kick as I latched onto a fat nipple. Her milk squirted into my mouth. It was delicious. Warm and creamy, with a sweet tasted that reminded me of cantaloupe. I sucked harder, eager to drain her every bit. My fatigue melted away. This was amazing. This was just delicious. I couldn't wait for the Ghost to join us so he could drink Ursula's breast milk. Power hummed in the air. I had grown so use to channeling all my sexual energy into Deidre's necklace, increasing our reserve of power. And this was quite the source ...