1. The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Violet's Reunion


    Date: 9/24/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Incest, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    all the secrets. She was eagerly awaiting that day. And so was I. On our wedding night, Master had already promised that he and Mistress would spend it with us, fucking us the whole night through. “Violet!” I whirled and smile to see my lovely bride-to-be briskly walking to me in her maid's outfit. She was twenty now, but would forever look like immature and eighteen, never aging like the rest of us thanks to the Zimmah bond. “What?” I smiled, holding out my arms and sweeping my fiancee up into my embrace and kissing her cute face. My tongue ran across her braces—not needed, but Master loved them—as her hands slid down and squeezed my ass. “No, wait!” she gasped, pushing away. “We need to talk.” “Oh, about what?” “In private.” “Oh, we don't need privacy for that,” I giggled. “I'm sure Tomoyo and Lillian won't mind watching us fuck like two cute minxes.” “Nope!” Lillian giggled. “I would enjoy that,” Tomoyo added. “It's not that. Just c'mon, Violet.” I let my cute fiancee drag me out of the dining hall where our wedding reception would be held. It was the largest hall in the mansion, used for important events. It was going to be a grand affair. High Priestess Rose was officiating, Master and Mistress would bless us, and Bishop Kevin Mattock's stable of sexy girls would be the entertainment with his wife, Jessie, as the centerpiece. “So what is it?” I asked, stroking her blonde tresses. She took a deep breath. “Your mother is here.” I went cold. “No. She can't be here.” Cindy ...
    grabbed my hand and brought it up to her lips, kissing my knuckles. “She spoke to me. And she wants to apologize for what's she did to you.” “It's a trick,” I gasped. “She wants to put me in the room again!” “Shh, my love. We're in the mansion. The heart of the Theocracy's power. What could your mother possibly do to you here? You're one of the Holy Sluts. Only the Living Gods wield more power than you.” “I am a Holy Slut,” I whispered. I took a deep breath. I had witnessed the Miracle. I had been with Master during Brandon's treacherous attack, and I had survived Armageddon in Bradley Park. I had survived the best the Devil could throw at Master. I could handle my mother. Right? Oh, why couldn't I have Alison's heedless courage? “You don't have to see the bitch,” Cindy hissed. “It's your choice.” My mother had been horrible, particularly after she caught me naked in bed with Summer, my mouth licking my girlfriend's pussy, her mouth licking mine. That day had been terrible, but there were times, many of them, where she had been a loving mother to me. “Okay,” I whispered. “You'll be there, right?” “Of course. I'll make sure she won't hurt you.” I smiled, and kissed my fiancee. Mother awaited us in our bedroom. I was trembling when we reached our apartments. A pair of bodyguards stood outside my door—they were everywhere in the mansion these days—and that reassured me. The bodyguards would die to protect me. She stiffly sat on a chair, staring down at her hands clutched on her ...
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