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

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

... denialist. That'd be rape. But a member of the Living Church knew to spread their thighs when a man needed satisfaction. Even if they were dykes. Tammy was naked on a mattress when I walked in. She was maybe eighteen or nineteen, her stomach swollen with her brat. Her sandy-blonde hair was fanned out on the mattress. She smiled at me like a whore as I dropped my gunbelt. But I held onto my pistol, pointing it at her. Fear crossed her eyes. I wouldn't shoot her, but she didn't know that. “That's right, cunt,” I grinned, my cock throbbing. “I could kill you and know one would care.” I wanted to pull the trigger, my finger itching, but I just couldn't. That would be murder. I couldn't find a way to justify shooting an unarmed, naked, pregnant, young woman. That went against the Theocracy's commandments. But I could scare her while I fucked her. This was power. She shivered in fear as I buried into her tight cunt. She was hot and wet, silk sliding about my cunt. Her fear made her even tighter. I pushed the gun up against her temple as I fucked her, reveling in the power I had. “That's it, slut,” I grinned. “Please me and you won't die.” “Yes, sir,” she sobbed. I moved the gun lower, shoving the barrel into her mouth. “That's it. Suck it. Worship it. One little squeeze on ...

... the trigger and bang!” Her cunt spasmed about my cock. “You're dead.” She nodded her head, her teeth scraping on the barrel. “That's it. Work that pussy on my cock and suck my gun.” My balls boiled. I pumped her harder. I closed my eyes, the moment growing nearer. I shuddered and pulled my gun out of her mouth as I squirted into her. The pleasure was intense. She gasped and moaned beneath me. “Fuck,” I groaned. My finger twitched. The gun barked. A woman gasped. Tammy melted away, my cum spilling out on the mattress. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Carla Haroldson Lynn's tongue licked through my pussy while the Sheriff thought he was fucking Tammy beside us. I was drawing power from the pleasure Lynn generated in my cunt, channeling it at the pervert and creating the illusion. It was disgusting what he was doing to the illusion, pointing that gun at her and shoving it into her mouth. Everyday, the Sheriff grew darker and darker. He was cumming. I was glad, tired of— The gun cracked. I jumped, crying out in surprise, the spell melting from my thoughts as my heart hammered. The Sheriff blinked for a moment, looking around, then he saw me. I used the illusion to reconceal Lynn and I, but it was too late. “Warlocks!” the Sheriff roared, pointing his gun at me. To be continued...