Chapter 3

Lewis Zachary “Zach” Black

I reached Susannah in the entrance, her eyes so wide. She trembled.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Just a demon.”

“A demon,” she gasped as I hugged her and pulled her against my wet, naked body. She was so wary after the rain. I held my sister-wife. I had almost destroyed her, driving by Ashtaroth to sever myself from any weakness, but...

I loved her. Susannah wasn’t just my weakness. She was my strength. I drew resolve from her. “Another one,” she whimpered, trembling. I was the wet one, but she was shaking.

“Shhh,” I said, stroking up and down her back. Behind me, the rain drummed on the asphalt of the church’s parking lot. “I know about him. I can face him. He will not prevail against me now, will he?” “No,” she said and lifted her head. She stared at me with such quivering in her eyes.

“That’s right,” I groaned and kissed her on the lips.

Her mouth melted against mine. It was such a wonderful moment. I groaned as I held her tight. My hands slid down to her ass. I would keep my safe. I would not let anything happen to her. She moaned into my mouth, quivering against me.

I loved the feel of her pierced nipples against my chest. I owned her and loved her. She was my sister-wife. I broke the kiss, hard. I wanted to prove to Ba’al that I was not afraid. I would not be intimidated by his lightning.

His storm.

“Come on,” I said and held her to me. “Let’s continue the celebration. Charles’s mother is aged. He’s our ally. We have strength.”

“Yes,” she said. “I trust you, Zach.”

I smiled at those words. They meant a lot.

In the main worship hall, Priestess Fillmore was having candles lit. The church had a supply. They were put around the room. The orgy was already resuming. The celebratory fucking. My followers would swap wives with each other. They believed it was sacred to share them.

Outside of here, they would be monogamous, but inside rituals, the women were passed around. In prisons, the “missionaries” we sent would fuck the male prisoners to convert them to our side. It was all such a wonderful thing.

I was so hard as I pushed Susannah down onto her hands and knees. My blonde wife gasped in delight and shot me a look. There was this passion playing on her lips. I loved the look in her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. The soft flames lit the curves of her pump ass and her shaved pussy.

I dropped to my knees and pressed my cock into her shaved pussy. She whimpered in delight as I slid up and down her incestuous snatch. My father had given me my brother, my twin sister, and my sister-wife as allies. He also made it possible to tame mine and Susannah’s mothers.

His folly would be his downfall.

I thrust into Susannah’s cunt.

She gasped in delight as I sank to the hilt in her snatch. Her hot flesh gripped my dick as I penetrated to the hilt in her. She moaned, her head tossing. Her passion joined the rest of the church. They all worshiped me.

I was their prophet. The one who spoke with the Angel Nisha.

Nisha, my thought form, knelt beside me, nodding. Smiling. Her big breasts swayed. I loved that she was here. It was a beautiful thing to see those breasts quivering. I nodded to her and fucked my sister-wife’s cunt.

I pounded her twat.

“Zach! Zach!” she gasped, her pussy gripping my dick. “Oh, oh, that’s so good! Zach!”

“I know,” I growled, fucking her hard. “You’re just my dirty, little slut. Mmm, you love being fucked by me!”

“I do!” she moaned. “I love it so much! Don’t stop! Please, please, don’t ever stop fucking me!”

I hammered her hard. I wouldn’t stop fucking my sister-wife’s silky twat. I pounded Susannah with all that I had. It felt so good to pound her again and again. I plowed into her over and over again. She gasped and moaned.

Her pussy clamped down on me. It felt so good to have her gripping me like that. I groaned, fucking her twat with all that I had. She gasped and moaned as I did that. Her hips wiggled back and forth. She stirred herself around me.

“Zach!” she moaned. “Oh, oh, we’ll defeat this demon!”

“Yes,” I growled. “We’ll crush Ba’al Zaphon!”

I fucked her cunt hard. I pounded her snatch with force, my hands sliding up and down her back. I stroked her flesh as I savored burying into her cunt again and again. Her cunt clamped down on my rod. She gasped as I plowed over and over into her.

She held me tight. It was so good to have her gripping me. I loved every second of fucking her with force. She clamped her twat down on my rod. It was incredible to have her massaging me with her silky snatch.

“Susannah!” I groaned and found her heavy breasts.

“Mmm,” she purred as I kneaded her big tits.

I loved squeezing them as I buried into her cunt over and over again. I pounded her twat with all that I had. She gripped my rod with her silky snatch. I fucked her with all that I had. It was an incredible thrill.

She stirred her twat around my dick. She drove me wild with that heat. It was so amazing to have her massaging me. I grunted, fucking into her twat over and over again. She tossed her head as I kneaded her big tits.

“Zach!” she squealed as my fingers slid down her breasts. “I’m almost there!”

I slammed into her, my nuts smacking into her clit. My fingers found her pierced nipples. I seized those rings and twisted them. I tugged on her breasts. My masochistic sister-wife gasped. Her pussy clamped down on me.