The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Mark and Mary's One Year Anniversary


Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, Fa/ft, Mult, Consensual, Mind Control, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: Mark and Mary celebrate their one year anniversary in Hawaii. Takes place between chapters 49 and 50 of the Devil's Pact.

Edited by Master Ken

Note: This takes place between Chapter 49 and Chapter 50.

Sunday, July 20th, 2014 – Mark Glassner – Hawaii

"If everyone can please take their seats, we'll be landing in Honolulu in a few minutes," Lynda stated over Air Force One's intercom.

"I guess we have to get up," I sighed to Mary.

She pouted, "I don't want to."

We lay in bed in the small cabin that nestled in the tail of Air Force One. We spent the bulk of the six hour flight in here making love and enjoying each other's company as we celebrated our first year of marriage. So much had happened the last year: Brandon's Attack, the Fall of Seattle, the Wormwood Plague, the Patriots, and the birth of our beautiful daughter.

It seemed like we had lived a lifetime.

We left our daughter Chase with the sluts in Washington State. The only ones on the plane with us were a squad of bodyguards and the staff necessary to pilot it. I wasn't sure what awaited us in Hawaii; Mary had flown out several times with her father over the last month, all excited as she prepared a big surprise for our anniversary, and taking her father meant she was binding people with the Zimmah spell.

Hopefully, some nubile, island girls.

"C'mon," I said, scooping my wife up in my arms.

She threw her arms around my neck, nuzzling her face into my throat. "I love it when you carry me," she giggled. "It makes me feel so loved and protected. Safe in your arms."

I kissed her forehead. I loved carrying her; there was something sexy about carrying a naked, loving woman in your arms. "Than you better keep your girlish figure," I told her. "As long your light and nubile, I don't have a problem with it."

She giggled. "That's a pretty good incentive. I would hate to give this up!"

I sat her down in the seat and took the one next to her. She snuggled up next to me and I put my arm around her; my nose filled with the coconut scent of her shampoo and the salty, sweet musk of our love making.

"You smell wonderful," I whispered.

"You smell like sex," she answered. "Wicked, naughty sex."

"That's because I spent the last few hours with a wicked, naughty filly."

"Only wicked and naughty?" she asked.

"And beautiful and loving," I quickly added. "My Goddess."

She let out a happy sigh and gave me a deep, loving kiss.

Lynda and Joslyn flew the plane as skillfully as ever, touching down at Honolulu International Airport with a screech of tires and a roaring rumble as the plane slowed to a graceful stop, then taxied up to a waiting reception. Our flight attendants, the lovely Monique and Lize, opened the door and I embraced the delightfully busty Lize while Mary enjoyed a kiss and a grope from Monique.

Outside, the Legion guarded the perimeter and a ring of bodyguards, all wearing mirrored sunglasses, waited at attention around an open-topped, white Rolls Royce converted into a limo. The limo idled at the end of a red carpet and three Hawaiian women dressed in grass skirts and leis lounged against it.

"Do we need to get dressed?" I asked Mary.

"No," she answered. "It's our vacation. We don't need to wear clothes if we don't want to. Besides it's more than warm enough here in Hawaii."

I grinned at her, then eyed her naked, pale body. "And what about sunscreen."

Mary laughed, and patted my arm. "Mark, haven't you realized one of the side-effects of Molech's power?"

"What?" I frowned.

"We're pretty resistant to flames, remember." Mary rolled her eyes like she couldn't believe how dense I was. "You got pretty scorched last November by one of Lilith's daughters. You should have been killed, but you barely had second degree burns. The sun's not going to do anything to us. We might not even tan."

"Is that limo open-topped?" I asked. "Isn't that dangerous?"

"It's a custom job," Mary answered. "Just for Hawaii. I want to feel the air rushing through my hair as we drive."

"What about snipers?"

"Sam's had her hands on it. The car's been warded against projectiles. It's as safe as one of our armored limos."

I whistled. "You have been busy."

"And I expect you to show me just how much you appreciate all my hard work."

I grabbed her hand and brought it my cock. "Can't you feel how much I appreciate you, Mare?"

Her hand stroked me. "Well, at least one part of you does." She giggled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "C'mon, let's go meet the girls."

We had to wait a few minutes while they positioned the stair car, then beautiful Monique, one of our stewardesses, opened the cabin door. I gave her magnificent, bare breast a squeeze as she purred, "Enjoy your anniversary, sir," in her delightful, French accent. Her lover Lize, our other stewardess, gave Mary a passionate kiss and then gave me a playful slap on my naked ass.

The Hawaiian sun was bright, the rays warm on my skin, while a moist, cooling breeze blew in from the sea and set nearby palm trees to gentle swaying. Arm-in-arm, my wife and I descended the stairs. When we reached the bottom, the assembled bodyguards saluted us. They all were gorgeous in their navy blue uniforms, their tits about to spill out of their half unbuttoned blouses. They carried a mix of M16s, P90s, and MP5s.

Mary and I took our security very seriously.

The three Hawaiian girls that walked up were breathtakingly beautiful. They wore grass skirts, and not the fake kind, but actual grass tied about their waists. I could see exciting flashes of naked pussy through the strands of grass. They wore no tops, only a few flowery leis that did nothing to hide their golden breasts. As they walked up to us their hips rolled seductively; my cock hardened at the sight.

Mary gave my cock a quick stroke. "I know. Aren't they breathtaking?"

The first to reach me was a very busty, curvy young woman, with gold-brown skin, and a vulpine light glinting in the dark pools of her eyes. Her hair fell in white-gold strands about her shoulders, obviously bleached from her natural black, and she looked all the more exotic and lovely for it. The leis about her neck were made of orange and white flowers, and I could see gold rings piercing her brown nipples as the necklaces of flowers shifted about.

"Aloha," she gushed, pulling a lei over her neck and draping it over mine, then her body melted against me as she kissed me passionately; flowers and tits crushed against my chest. "I am Malia, and I hope you enjoy your time in Hawaii, my Lord."

Malia broke our embrace and greeted Mary just as passionately as the next Hawaiian slut stepped before me; a feisty smile on her lips, sweat glistening on her golden skin. Her hair was black, streaked with green highlights, and fell down to her waist. Peaking from beneath her leis of red and violet flowers were a pair of perky tits, about Mary's size.

"Aloha, I'm Apikalia, and I'm looking forward to making your stay as wonderful as possible, my Lord." She draped a lei about my neck, and kissed me with the same ardor as Malia.

The last girl was young, maybe fifteen. Her body slim and graceful, and her face cute and pixyish. Like the other two, her skin was a rich gold-brown, her hair deep black, and her eyes dark and sultry. A gold ring adorning her nose glinted as she walked up, distracting me momentarily from her budding breasts peaking through swaying leis made of yellow and blue flowers. She draped a lei about my neck and kissed me, grinding her groin against my hard cock.

"Aloha, my Lord," she sweetly greeted. "I'm Leilani."

"Wow, Mare," I breathed, taking in the sight of all three island girls.

"And there's more of them at the beach house," Mary smiled at me, giving my cock a nice, hard stroke. "Happy anniversary, Mark."

"You outdid yourself, Mare," I said in awe.

"What until the luau tonight." She paused, a nervous look in her eyes. "I've been practicing hard, so I hope you'll love it."

"Love what?"

Her smile was mysterious, promising, gorgeous. "You'll see."

Leilani opened the door for us, and Mary slid in. She then grabbed Leilani's hand and pulled the teen in after her. I watched as Mary slid across the seat, leaving room for me, and spread her legs. The Hawaiian teen smiled, fingered her blue-and-yellow leis, before kneeling down and burying her face in my wife's snatch.

"Oh, yes!" Mary purred. "You've been practicing I see."

"Every night," Leilani answered, her lips smeared with pussy juices. "All the girls let me practice on them."

Busty Malia laughed, her tits jiggling invitingly. "She's been very diligent, my Lady."

Malia's breasts were too inviting and, after I sat down on the white leather seat, I said to her, "Come sit on my cock, slut."

"Absolutely, my Lord," she breathed.

The vixen eagerly straddled my waist; her huge breasts smothered my face and filled my nose with the sweet scent of her flowers. Then she sank down on my cock with one move, her cunt tight, sopping wet, and wonderfully warm.

"Fuck, that's nice!" I grunted.

She moaned, "I knew your cock would be wonderful! All of us have been so excited to finally meet you!" She gave me a passionate kiss, then whispered in my ear, "And to fuck you!"

Apikalia, looking a little disappointed, climbed into the driver seat and started the limo up. An escort of cop cars, driven by the bodyguards, formed around us and we drove out of airport to the waiting crowds. Their love and adoration washed over us, excited to see their Gods. I waved to them as Malia rode my cock.

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