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Writer: Oral Slave 666
Subject: SATAN’S VILLAGE 9
Link: LS666 Email / 10.01.2025
Satan’s Village 9 — The Smell of Salvation
Samiel was greeted by the smell of cookies baking as he stepped into his boyhood home in the woods. He had watched the conference room orgy for nearly an hour before deciding he wanted to visit his mother before his appointment at five. On the road for over a month, he had driven in from Pittsburgh that morning and gone directly to the office. His mother turned from her baking sheet of hot penises and asses, and a huge smile broke her face.
“My baby!” she squealed.
He was only the baby by ten minutes, and his sister Lilith was born first. She grabbed him, kissed him with much more than motherly passion, and squeezed his ass with her hands. “So firm. And so handsome.” He was very easy to look at and, despite being muscular, had a slight femineity about him that suggested warmth and understanding. It made picking up high-end horny women in hotel bars almost too easy. Once he had them naked and alone, he treated them like whores and used them without mercy, which they loved.
“Hi, Mom.”
He kissed her again, probing her mouth with his tongue, and she slipped off her apron and dress in one movement, dropping them onto the floor. Picking her up, he shoved butter, sugar and flour off the counter and lifted her onto it. They unbuckled and unzipped his pants together, then he shoved his hard-as-a-rolling-pin cock into her soaking pussy. Flour flew everywhere as they fucked turning their hair and faces white. After he grunted and filled her, there was a brief pause, and then they both started laughing.
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, baby,” she started brushing flour off his shoulders. “But let’s get you out of that fancy suit.”
She helped him take off his Brooks Bros suit, folded it over a clean chair, and they headed directly to his old bedroom where his parents and sister had visited him at night to pleasure him. Laying on the Justice League comforter, he caressed her entire body with tenderness, kissing her all over and sucking on her teats like a baby. So lovely, so sexy. His prick bobbed against his belly.
“Close your eyes,” she ordered.
When he did, she took several bandanas out of a drawer and tied one over his eyes. She used another to tie his wrists to the bed above him, then wiped up their combined fluids from her cunt and stuck it in his mouth. He shuddered as she began licking his cock, then balls, then ass. She knew how to please her boy.
He wanted to cry out but couldn’t with the wet cloth in his mouth, and he didn’t want to push it out and lose its wonderful smell. He moaned as his mother deep-throated him. Suddenly, a cum filled pussy took the rag’s place, and he lapped at it, out of control, the semen dribbling onto his tongue. He recognized the cunt as his sister’s but didn’t recognize the cum as his father’s. He exploded into his mother’s mouth as his sister squirted him with her juices.
They spent the next hour fucking and sucking in multiple combinations, many of which weren’t in the Kama Sutra. In the end, Lilith pegged her brother while he swallowed Mom’s piss, then the three lay back sweaty, soaked, and sticky. But Samiel wanted more … always.
He stumbled to his suit in the kitchen, took the blue vial from his pocket, and opened it for a split second, barely inhaling. He felt energized as he returned it to its place; he was on fire. As he prowled back into the room with its J-Lo and Mila Kunis posters, he saw only bitches in heat, holes. His cock had swollen to twice its normal girth, and as he flipped over his mother and slammed it into her ass, she screamed. He kept fucking her, his balls slapping her cheeks, until she passed out moaning. Lilith’s eyes were wide in shock, and she tried to push him away when he came for her with his still-rigid prick. But he grabbed her by the throat and pushed her legs over her head entering her cunt then ass, cunt then ass while she stared at him in disbelief.
“I’m sorry,” he said after almost two hours, “I just had to try the pheromones myself in a safe environment.”
He looked at his sister who was rubbing her ass. Mom was still asleep.
“Are you okay?”
“Safe for who? Yeah. That was intense —I mean — it was good.”
“Well, you know we have that meeting with the outsider at five. I don’t know where she’s at in her lust-conversion, but I was thinking about giving her a whiff. I don’t think we should do any ourselves.”
“Wow. No. I can’t imagine what would happen if everyone in town smelled it.”
“Werewolves and trolls fighting and fucking,” he chuckled.
They decided to only wash their faces and comb their hair before their meeting.
Helga had been assigned to meet with the Head of Distribution and Sales posing as a potential distributor. Since the Head was a man, it was felt that Thor would probably intimidate him and learn nothing. She could be sexy if she tried. At the moment, she didn’t need to try having jilled herself off several times in the hotel room after Thor left. Of course, her pussy smell couldn’t compete with that of Lilith and Samiel as they entered the room. They reeked of sex. The scent aroused the fantasy of making love to Thor again. No. Not making love, fucking. He was somewhere assessing the Village’s defenses.
“Ms. Freydan?” Samiel shook her hand then brought it to his lips for a kiss, “Such a pleasure to meet you. This is my sister, Lilith.”
Lilith was in a golden spandex dress that barely concealed her tits and ass.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you both, and call me Helga, please,” their warmth brought out a natural smile from her, and she slid back into her soft leather chair.
“So you came from Norway?” Lilith asked, “You must be exhausted.”
“Yes. We got in two nights ago and tried to camp, the Appalachian forest is so nice. But, had to stay in the hotel instead,” she smiled, “It was an interesting experience, but I didn’t get much sleep.”
I can imagine, though Lilith.
“I did get to try some delicious cookies.”
She was getting wet thinking of them.
“Our mother makes those,” Lilith smiled with pride, “It’s an old family recipe, all-natural, nothing artificial.”
Helga’s head was spinning, but it felt so good.
“Yes,” added Samiel, “In fact, Lilith and I contribute the special ingredients that make them so … tasty,” he could tell this was exciting her, “Can I get you some coffee? Our special blend?”
“Oh, yes, please. Sugar and cream, extra cream, please. I think I need something to perk me up.”
He left the room, poured two cups of coffee, and used a Q-tip to apply a minute amount of the pheromone to the rim of her cup. He was careful not to smell any himself.
“Thank you,” she said taking the cup, warming her hands with it, and taking in a deep whiff of the coffee, “Oh. So delicious.”
“So, you’re hoping to distribute our products to Scandinavia, I understand,” Samiel said in a strictly business tone.
“Yes, and I very much wanted to learn how you distribute your illegal pornography currently. It’s quite a mystery in the industry.”
Warmth was washing over her, and she struggled to remain focused.
“Well, let me inform you that we will be offering a new product this year: R-rated movies, romances and rom-coms, that still have some sex in them but are not quite as graphic.”
“They’re designed more for a female audience,” added Lilith.
“Well, I’m not sure that would be much of a market for them where I am. We’ve been making harder soft-core since the 1960s.”
Helga didn’t want to talk about rom-coms at all.
“Of course. So what kind of pornography are you interested in, Helga? Consensual child porn? Orgies? Bisexual? CNC? BDSM?” asked Samiel.
“Or how about bestiality?” asked Lilith, “We have several incredible series with a Great Dane.”
Helga shuddered. She had once seen the huge animal cock on her friend’s Great Dane and long wondered if her friend secretly played with it.
“Or what about incest, Helga?”
Lilith stepped across the room and put her hand around Samiel’s waist. He reached down and slid his hand underneath her dress then upward pulling her hem up to reveal her perfect ass. She reached down to stroke the obvious bulge in his slacks.
“Um … yes,” she whispered, “I like incest.”
“What kind?” Lilith asked, “Mother-son? Father-daughter? Or, our favorite, both in the studio and at home, brother-sister?”
She kissed Samiel with so much passion that Helga blushed. Lilith approached Helga who had fallen back in her chair in a haze.
“We practice family love all the time here in the Village. It’s a tradition which Satan approves of.”
Bending down, drool on her chin and cum still on her breath, she kissed Helga, probing her mouth and giving her a good taste of this afternoon’s romp Her hand moved down to fondle Helga’s firm breasts. She looked her in the eyes.
“You know, I’m sure we could convince your brother, that massive hunk of a man, to make love to you.”
After only two seconds of hesitation, her body burning, Helga answered, “Yes, please help me. I want him. Yes, I want to taste his penis and drink his semen.”
“Oh yes, Helga,” Samiel said, “Before you leave this town, you’ll taste your brother’s cock, and ass, and cum, and piss.”
He was smiling now. Lilith had her hand down the half-angel’s slacks and was fingering her.
“She’s soaking,” she said with a grin.
She pulled off Helga’s blouse and bra and pinched her nipples making her moan. Lilith brought her dripping fingers to Helga’s mouth and she sucked on them eagerly.
“Do you like the taste of pussy?”
“Yeesss. But I’ve never tasted anyone’s except my own.”
Lilith reached beneath her dress and then offered two glistening fingers to her. She licked them off, moaning.
“Oh, oh, so good. I want to taste you, lick your pussy,” she turned to Samiel, “I want to suck your cock … please. Please cum in my mouth.”
“Stand up Helga,” Samiel ordered.
She did as told, and Lilith quickly stripped her out of the rest of her clothes. She stood tall though she was melting. Beautiful, soft and smooth but muscular and strong, lust now controlled her.
“Now kneel, unzip my slacks, and suck my cock.”
She was on her knees at once and paused on her mission only to admire his cock which was as big as Thor’s. Lilith knelt next to her to play with her pussy. Helga wasn’t very good at it, having only done it for her husband a few times. So Samiel grabbed her head and fucked her face making her gag. She shook and whimpered even more.
“You know, that cock you’re sucking on has been in my mother’s and sister’s pussy and ass this afternoon. That’s probably why you like the taste so much.”
When Samiel sensed she was close to cumming, he held up his hand and pulled her mouth off his cock.
“Good girl,” Lilith praised her, leaning back.
She took off her dress in a single movement, and Samiel stripped, neatly folding his suit. Helga gazed up at them, admiring their beauty and licking her lips.
“Yes,” he said, “You are a good girl. But there is still something holding you back that will keep you from loving your brother.”
She sank back and started to cry.
“Yes, baby,” he said as if talking to a child even though she was hundreds of years older.
He bent down to caress her hair damp with sweat.
“Do you know what it is?”
Tears ran down her cheeks, but her hand went down to her crotch, rubbing.
“Yes,” she said between sobs, “I feel so ashamed to want, to feel pleasure. I am condemned for my perverse desires.”
He kneeled, his prick bobbing, and kissed her forehead, then her lips, tasting himself, then her heart and breasts, and beautiful belly, then her pubis. She spread her legs without thinking, and he lapped at her clit. Lilith began kissing her and caressing her from behind. She shook and squirmed beneath their kisses.
“No, you are not condemned. It’s all a lie,” he said. Her eyes were closed and she groaned softly.
“You were taught shame hundreds of years ago in an attempt to control your desire. But your lust is part of you, the greatest part, and it demands to be fed.”
“Yes. Yes. I want to feed it. I want to fuck.”
“Satan loves lust. In Him, there is no shame, only pleasure,” he whispered in her ear, “All you have to do is change your heart, and then you can realize your darkest desires. Just say it.”
He took her hand and laid her on the desk on her back with her ass at the edge. Lilith climbed up on the desk and slowly lowered her cunt to her face. She tongued it in a frenzy, and her face was soon coated with Lilith’s juices. When Samiel entered her tight hole, which had only felt a couple of fingers in the last hundred years, she screamed in pleasure. He pounded her without mercy as she thrashed about.
“Just say it,” he commanded.
“Uh, uh … yeess. Hail Satan!”
It exploded from her mouth. She was convulsing, covered in sweat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she cried as she came, and Samiel filled her cunt with Satan’s sacrament.
Lilith smothered her face with her pussy then nearly drowned her in more sacred fluids.
An hour later, Helga was riding him cowgirl while Lilith pegged her ass with a huge horse cock dildo. The twins were amazed at the Nephilim’s stamina and strength. She could take on any demon, they thought.
Finally, with her twelve orgasms.
“Hail Satan,” Helga cried out, “Fuck me Lord, and Fuck the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
She imagined Thor filling her with his brotherly love.
THE END OF CHAPTER NINE