Chapter 6: To Death

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Monday, November 17th, 2014 – Svitlana "Lana" Paquet-Holub – Seattle, WA

I smiled at the beautiful face of my sleeping daughter. Lily was in her crib, swaddled in a pink blanket. Carrying Lily to term had been a wonderful, trying, tedious, amazing, uncomfortable, loving, and exciting experience. It was all worth it to bring forth my darling daughter.

My wife, Chantelle, leaned against me, staring down at her. Lily was a miracle. A daughter born to two mothers. I wasn't talking metaphorically either. Chantelle could grow a thick cock, and she knocked me up.

"Thank you, Lilith," I purred, a reverent shudder passing through me.

Chantelle nodded beside me. "Yes. She gave us this miracle," she purred in her lilting, French-Canadian accent.

My wife and me were as different as night and day. She was slim, dark-haired, and lithe, whereas I was blonde, big breasts, and curvy, my voice thick with my Ukrainian accent. We met as strippers—Chantelle would call us exotic dancers—at Deja Vu in Lakewood, Washington. There we debased ourselves for the foul lusts of men before the asshole Mark and his whore enslaved us.

And Lilith set us free. She showed us a world free of men. Seattle was the start of our paradise. Every man in the city that had survived wormwood had been exterminated. Tomorrow, Mark Glassner would die. Ziki, Fiona's monstrous daughter, had posed as Jessica St. Pierre for a year, placed to kill Mark with Mispach, a cursed dagger forged by Cain.

"I want another child," Chantelle said.

"Well, why don't we slip off into our rooms and we can work on it," I giggled. "Just stick that big cock up inside my pussy and I'll suck all the cum out of your ovaries."

"I want your child, Lana," she said, leaning her head on mine. "I ... I want you to fuck me with a cock."

I blinked, looking at my wife. "I thought you didn't want that?"

"I changed my mind," she smiled. "You were so happy carrying Lily. And the month I spent carrying Lamia were wonderful."

Every woman that served Lilith and lived in Seattle had borne the goddess one of her monstrous daughters, creating an army for our goddess. I had born Cora, my hulking manticore daughter. But the pregnancies gestated fast. Only a month to come to term, and only days for our monstrous daughters to grow to maturity.

"I want to carry your daughter."

I squeezed my thighs together. I had long wondered what having my own cock would be like. I had resisted the urge out of love for my Chantelle. "Let's do it," I grinned. "I can't wait to be sliding in and out of your tight pussy."

Chantelle's cheeks colored. "Nor can I. I want tonight to be special, in case..."

Nothing is going to go wrong tomorrow, I sent to her telepathically. We were connected by the Siyach ritual. Lilith is a Goddess. She can defeat Mark fucking Glassner.

Chantelle gave me a sad smile.

I threw my arm around her shoulders. "Come on. My big, fat cock is going to cheer you up. You're going to love it. A real cock is so much nicer than a dildo."

Chantelle giggled as I pulled her from the nursery into our bedroom. Our lips met in a kiss as we pulled off each other's pink robes, our naked bodies pressing together. My heavy breasts rubbed into her perky tits, our hard nipples kissing, rubbing together, tingling pleasure through our bodies. My pussy was soaked, dripping down my thighs.

We fell onto the bed, Chantelle beneath me. My tongue devoured her mouth. Our pussies ground together, my hard clit rubbing against hers, smearing our hot juices together. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her silky flesh.

"Mmm, you like that, baby?" I purred in her ear, my tongue nipping at her lobe as I tribbed her hard. Our bed creaked beneath me, and Chantelle shuddered.

"I love it."

"I bet you can't wait to feel my hard cock sprout for the first time? I bet you want to feel my girth pushing into your tight cunt."

"I do, Lana!" she moaned, arching her hips up. "Fuck me. Knock me up. Put a baby in me."

My ass flexed as I ground my pussy against hers. My clit slid through her hot pussy lips, growing slick with her juices. A sweet, tart, and tangy musk filled my nose, our excitement mixing together as we humped.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard with my big, thick cock," I moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes!" gasped Chantelle, her fingernails digging into my back. Her hips rose, bucking hard into me. "I want your baby! Oh, Lana! I'm gonna cum! I'm so on fire!"

My own orgasm swelled. I tribbed harder. We needed to cum together for the Shophkah ritual, the spell that would give me a cock. My lips found hers, thrusting my tongue in deep as I fucked my wife hard. The pleasure grew in me, my body trembling in anticipation for the explosion of energy.

Chantelle broke the kiss. "I can't hold out any longer. I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Cum with me, Lana! Please!"

Her juices flooded my pussy, a hot, sticky mess bathing my cunt with her love. My clit brushed hers. My orgasm erupted through me. "Shophkah!" I screamed.

My clit throbbed. Power surged through me as the spell completed. My clitoris expanded, pushing forward, sliding into Chantelle's pussy as it grew into a thick cock. I gasped in surprise, my eyes widened as her tight, silky flesh engulfed my cock. It was amazing.

"Shit!" I gasped, my back arching, driving my new dick into the depths of her pussy. "Oh, Chantelle! Oh, wow! You're so tight! Oh, fuck! I love it!"

Chantelle shifted her hips, her pussy writhing about my cock as her orgasm rolled through her. "Oh, yes! No wonder you always wanted to fuck cocks! This is wonderful!"

"You ain't felt nothing yet," I laughed, drawing back and slamming into her.

"Oh, baby!" Chantelle purred, her hand stroking my cheeks as I thrust into her.

I rose on my elbows, my breasts hanging down, my nipples rubbing against her perky mounds as I pounded her tight pussy. Heat rippled through her. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. This was wonderful. Magnificent. I couldn't believe the joy I was experiencing. Bliss shuddered through me.

"I love having a cock!" I groaned, my hips thrusting harder. "Oh, fuck! Oh, yes! I love it!"

"Fuck me!" gasped Chantelle. "Knock me up! Give me a baby!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" I grunted, hammering my hips forward. "I'm going to knock you up! Your belly's going to swell and grow so big. Then you're breasts are going to produce delicious milk."

"Like yours?" Chantelle purred, grabbing on my large tits and bringing it to her hungry lips.

I shuddered as she suckled, my breast milk squirting into her lips. The pleasure shot straight to the tip of my cock. I pounded her harder, a growing tension mounted. I was going to cum with a cock. It felt so much more intense and direct, all the sensations gathering at one point.

The tip of my new cock.

Chantelle nursed and swallowed, moaning as she drank my sweet breast milk down. I loved it when she nursed while fucking me with her big cock. Fucking her with my dick while she suckled was just as amazing. Every time she nursed, and my milk flowed into her mouth, electricity ran down my body to the tip of my cock buried in her depths.

"That's it! Drink mommy's milk!" I groaned. "I'm going to plant a daughter in your belly. And when they're old enough, we're going to pop their cherries. Lily and Evelyn, side by side, spreading their sleek thighs so their mothers can deflower them and plant grandchildren in their bellies."

Chantelle sucked harder, her hips bucking beneath me. Her pussy exploded, writhing about my cock. Something thick and hard swelled, rubbing against my belly. Her own cock grew, trapped beneath our flesh.

"You like that, huh," I pured. "You want to fuck our daughters when they're older. You naughty mother."

"Yes!" Chantelle gasped, her lips stained with my milk. "Yes, yes! I want that! Lily and Evelyn! We'll enjoy their flesh."

I buried into my wife. My cock erupted. I shuddered as these intense jets of cum shot out of me, each one sending a powerful wave of pleasure through me. I grunted and groaned, and then it was over, my orgasm passed.

"Yes, yes! Cum in me!" gasped Chantelle! "Knock me up! Plant a daughter in me!"

My wife's cock erupted, squirting cum up both our bodies, our breasts dripping in spunk. I collapsed on her, smearing our girl-cum soaked tits together as I held my wife, our cocks softening. Our future was going to be so wonderful. Lilith was going to make a paradise for our daughters to grow up in.

Tomorrow, Mark would die and Lilith would win.

Tuesday, November 18th, 2014 – Chantelle Paquet-Holub – I-5 at Seattle City Limits

The plan failed. Ziki stabbed Mary instead of Mark, and his golden sword cut the shapechanger in half.

"Defend me!" Lilith screamed in terror, stepping back.

"For my goddess!" my fierce wife yelled, drawing her bronze dagger and charging as Lilith fled past us.

I drew my own dagger, and danced forward. For a year, Lana and I had learnt how to fight with the dagger. We weren't the same helpless women Mark had enslaved on the Island Explorer a year-and-a-half ago. We weren't going to be his slaves ever again.

Mark's sword slammed into my wife's face. It didn't cut her. It was a Priest's blade, made of Celestial Gold, and could only cut supernatural foes. But Lana was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow, her nose broken and spurting blood. She collapsed in a twitching daze.

I had been a dancer since I was ten. I moved with grace, dodging Mark's sword attacks while his whore wife Mary died behind us. Mark growled in rage as I danced about his sword. But I couldn't close in. He was too fast.

Then he swung too hard, overextending his swing. I dodged in, thrusting my knife forward.

It was a feint. His freehand struck out, catching my wrist. I gasped in surprise, and then pain explode up my arm. He broke my wrist, my dagger cluttering from my hand. He punched the pommel of his sword at my face.

I was dead.

At least I bought time for Lilith to escape.

Darkness fell on me.

I woke up with a splitting headache. I lay on hard cot. My wrist throbbed in agony. I tried to move it. A pair of manacles were about my wrist. I shuddered at my twisted, right arm. A ball gag was stuffed into my mouth. I tried to move my arms to reach up and undo the gag.

Chains rattled. My broken wrist exploded in pain. I had manacles on my ankles, my wrists restraints connected to the ankles manacles by another chain. I shuddered and moaned into my gag, tears flowing out of my eyes as I fought against the pain.

I looked around my cell once the pain had subsided. I was in a jail cell in the Seattle Police Department. One of Mark's bodyguards—draped in the slutty, disgusting parody of a cop's uniform—watched me. The poor woman was one of Mark's slaves, his choker tight about her throat, stamped with her number—20. He took even her name away, the fucking pig.

Lana... I sent out, hoping my wife lived.

Chantelle! Thank the Goddess. I thought you were dead! They won't take off my gag. They won't talk to me!

We're alive, I sent in relief.

We're his prisoners. He'll make us his Thralls again.

He can't. Mary's dead. She was stabbed by the Mispach. He doesn't have a way to exorcise our Pacts. He can never control us, my love.

Then he'll kill us. Lana's thoughts were strangled by despair.

We're bound together. Even in death, we'll be together.

In death ... but what about our daughter?

I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing Lily lying in her crib. A shuddering sob rocked my body. My daughter wasn't protected from Mark. If she still lived, he would corrupt her, poison her mind, and turn her into a whore when she grows up.

What went wrong? How did we lose? Didn't Mark fear the consequences of another plague? We were ready to unleash an even stronger form of Wormwood, one that would kill every man instead of just 1/3.

Footsteps echoed down the hall. I looked out, a pair of shadows drawing nearer. The bodyguard suddenly moved, walking to my cell door. A buzz rattled, and then my door clanked open. The bodyguard strode in, seizing my left arm and hauling me up.

It was hard to walk. I had to shuffle forward out of my cell. Lana was lead out of her cell next to mine, her face swollen, her nose twisted, smears of blood staining her cheeks. But she was alive. I wanted to go and hug her, but the bodyguard kept a firm grip.

The approaching figures were Fiona and Thamina. They were walking around free. My heart sank. They betrayed us. Lana let out a furious, muffled shriek, lunging forward. The bodyguard shoved her up against the wall, pulled out her baton, and slammed it with a crunching thwack into Lana's leg.

And then I saw why she was furious. Fiona held our daughter Lily.

"We brought Lily to see you," Fiona said. "She's perfectly fine. Thamina and I will look out for her, okay. So don't worry about her."

I screamed in rage. They were traitors.

Thamina's dusky face fell. "Yes, we betrayed Lilith. I ... I couldn't live with my daughter killing more people. Lilith was defeated, so ... I..." Tears fell down her face and she swayed. "I ... I killed my daughter. I stopped Tir from unleashing another plague."

"It's over. Lilith is dead," Fiona added. "She led us into ruin. It's time to make accommodations with Mark and Mary."

I flinched and Fiona nodded. "Mary's alive?" There was only one way. Only Lilith's blood could heal her. My goddess truly was dead.

"Yes, why wouldn't she be?" Fiona shook her head. "It doesn't matter. It's time to see reason and capitulate to them."

I shook my head violently. I would never be his whore again.

"Mark and Mary, well, they still think fondly of you two." Fiona sighed. "Of all of us, really. Thamina and I were pardoned. They promised to let us live our lives unmolested. We can keep our free will and our Pacts so long as we don't interfere with their rule. You can get the same offer."

I shook my head again. Lana joined me.

I'm not trusting those bastards! Lana hissed in my mind.

"Since you two were the High Priestess's of Lilith, you will have to publicly repudiate Lilith in front of her followers. If you do this, you will also be pardoned." Fiona held up our daughter. "Lily will be able to grow up with her mothers."

I will never forswear Lilith! I declared to my wife. She is our Goddess.

Yes! Our Goddess! I will not worship Mark!

Fiona's smile fell. "You have until tomorrow to think about it. Mark and Mary will hang you if you don't repudiate Lilith."

My blood ran cold. But I was Lilith's High Priestess. I loved my Goddess. Fiona and Thamina will care for Lily, I sent to my wife. But we have to show Lilith's followers that our Goddess sill matters. That she is what is needed to change the world! They must keep faith. We must be a beacon to them! An example!

Our deaths will only fuel their passion! Lana agreed. I was prepared to die for Lilith this morning. I stood up against Mark. I will do so again!