1. The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles Chapter 4: The Artist's First Day


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    The Devil's Pact Servants' Chronicles by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Four: The Artist's First Day Note: Takes place between Chapters 46 and Chapter 47. Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Wednesday, March 19th, 2014 – Jane Yoshimori – Tacoma, WA “Very beautiful,” the Goddess complimented me as she examined her portrait I had just finished. It was one of several she had commissioned for me. It was a beautiful, and erotic, depiction of the Goddess lounging on a divan, her auburn hair falling about her perfect breasts, her stomach round, pregnant with her divine child. “Thank you,” I murmured, blushing. Being around the Goddess was heady. She was so beautiful, and all I wanted to do was fall to my knees and worship her with my mouth and tongue, tasting her sweet nectar. I had worshiped her many times already in the month I had stayed at the Murano Hotel. This and my other paintings would adorn their mansion when construction was finished in April. I had painted three others: another portrait of the Goddess, one of the God, and one of them both locked in a passionate embrace. Painting the God was as much fun as the Goddess, and worshiping him was amazing. He was as wonderful a lover as the Goddess, and his cock always felt magical no matter which of my holes he used. My body was worthy of the Gods' pleasure. I was special. It was such an intoxicating feeling. I never wanted to leave here. She placed Her hands on my shoulders. “Just wonderful.” Her lips brushed my neck as ...
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    Her pregnant belly pressed against the small of my back. “Have you considered my offer?” “I have.” “And.” “I would love to be one of your servants.” I was already temporarily bonded to the Goddess. My first night, after that dreadful attack, I had drunk the Divine mix of the Goddess and Her mortal father's seed, binding me too her. It was a temporary measure and I would be freed if I asked for it. But I didn't want to. I wanted to serve Them. How could I not? They were Gods. I had worshiped Them since the day They conquered the false god Brandon. “Good.” She turned me around, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. I melted against Her; so wonderful. “You will be allowed to paint whatever you want, during your free time.” I nodded, “Thank you, my Lady.” That's how the maids all addressed Her. “Report to Pearl. She will have your uniform and tomorrow will be your first day as our maid.” “Right away.” “She'll have a special task for you,” She smiled. Pearl was a beautiful woman, the oldest maid in her thirties, and gave me a motherly smile when I walked downstairs. “Welcome, Jane,” she beamed, then handed me a bundle. “Your uniform. Wear it with pride.” “I will.” I clutched the bundle to my excited chest. She bent down and gave me a kiss. “You're free until morning. I'm rooming you with Karishma. Room 617. There's a keycard in the bundle. Go move your belongings there. Dinner's in an hour.” “Thank you, Miss Pearl.” A smile broached her motherly face. “You're just as cute as my ...
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