She relented to me. A chain sprang between us. A rush of power flowed into me. Souls were the currency of Hell, and now I possessed one. I shaped my b...dy, regaining the muscular physique I had received after my Pact with Molech.My cock erupted down her throat. She sucked it down and I pulled my cock out of her lips. She panted, licking at up my salty cum. "Wh-what do you want me to do, sir?" God-King," I corrected her. "I am your God-King now." Wh-what do you command, God-King?" she whispered. 'Um, my stuff is upstairs, and my desk too. And it might take a few minutes while I write some notes.' I explained. This wasn't the truth - sure I had some homework, but it was not on music, and besides it could wait a little later. My Grandpa indicated to my Dad that it really wasn't a problem, and followed up the stairs after me, which also indicated to me that he was coming willingly, whether I was telling the truth or otherwise about my homework. When we got to my room, I closed the door. .. “We’ve got the email!” the brunette fired at him like a salvo. “With a picture! All ready to go! Your death squad failed! So you have to give it up!”It was surprising the Davies let their daughter speak for them. Though perhaps that approach to parenting accounted for the bold way she behaved.He looked the brunette quintuplets over again. Possibly it had been an oversight not to see them before deciding about their disposal: certainly they looked human; alluringly human, even. In fact he had. The truck stop on Highway 42 was one of those places. It wasn’t much to look at it was anonymous. A diner, a cheap bunk house place for truckers to rest a head for a couple of hours whilst their tachometer’s eased back some. A fuel stop, nothing more.But Jenny loved the place. She loved it in a cruel and urgent way that went all the way back to the gutter. My beautiful wife is now a solicitor. I’d paid for college, put in the long hours whilst she studied. But there had been times, eighteen.