“Having fun, babe?" he called out quietly.

Sarah's eyes flew open, glaring, and for a split second Jeremy thought he had made a terrible mistake. But then her look softened and grew fond. "Oh, honey, it's wonderful. And look at you there, with your hands full of Maria's titties. Looks like someone is having a good time. I Love you.”

“And I Love you," he returned. Any further conversation was cut off, however, as Maria began to rise and fall, her silky thighs and full, lovely ass brushing his Legs at every stroke. He kissed her shoulders, his fingers tweaking her breasts. When he pinched her nipple, she gasped, and he could feel the pressure of her inner walls as they clenched around his cock.

“More,” she urged him, and with her enthusiastic approval, he began to be more forceful, squeezing her nipples tightly.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, and began to bounce more quickly on his rigid pole, her well-toned ass slapping against his thighs. She covered his hands with hers, encouraging him to caress her tits.

“Come for me,

Jeremy. Come for me. Shoot me full of your spunk. Give me your baby-juice. I want it. I want you. I love you, Jeremy. I Love you. Come for me. Come for meee!" she squealed, then began to convulse in his arms, her sheath clamping around his staff.

Her innocent debauchery was gasoline on the fire of his Lust. As Maria climaxed, his own self-control snapped. He kissed the back of her neck, and began to thrust into her strongly. With the silky vise-grip of her vagina covering his cock in a loving hold, it was only a matter of moments until he came to his own climax, spurting his essence deep inside her waiting vessel.

From her position on the bed, Sarah watched as first Maria, then Jeremy climaxed. She smiled, knowing that their Love for each other would only make her relationship with both of them stronger.

And with Alex, she thought. She buried her head in the quilt, lost in the feel of his wonderful cock filling her up, so hot and thick and hard she thought she would pass out from sheer bliss. She let one hand drift down between her legs where it could play with her button, and muffled a yelp of pleasure. Her pussy felt hot and stuffed full, and she could feel moisture trickling down her inner thighs, mingling with her sweat. The very air in the room was filled with the scent of musk and sex.

This is what it will be like, she thought faintly. Now that Althea is with us. As soon as we kill the demon-spawn, every day could be Like this. Love and sex and happiness. Who could possibly ask for more?

"Sarah..." The word was Little more than a cracked whisper, emerging from between clenched teeth.

“Yes, Alex. Do it. Fill me with your seed!"

He thrust into her again. Three times. Six. A dozen. And then she felt his come fill her, pumping into her as his cock pulsed in time with the rhythm of their Love. As soon as the first scalding burst hit her inner walls, she too climaxed, screaming into the blankets as her brother collapsed across her back, his body a warm weight of love, comfort, and safety.

Althea and Joshua woke early the next morning. Eager to see how their work had gone, they were out of the house and in Josh's workshop before the cloud-hidden sun had cleared the line of trees on the other side of the street.

"Careful," he warned, taking a sip of coffee, as she started to pry away the top half of the clay mold which held her sword.

“I have done this before, you know," she retorted, a smile taking away the sting of her words.

"I know." His Look grew pensive.

“How many of them have you killed?" he asked suddenly. "Creatures Like Kincaid?"

“Too many, and not enough," she said shortly. When Josh raised his eyebrows in inquiry, she elaborated.

“I never liked killing. Not even the demon-spawn, even though it's a necessary task. It's like when you get weeds in your garden. If you don't pull them out quickly, they'll choke the life out of everything. If I could go on an orgy of destruction and rid the world of them entirely, I would. But there are always more of them, unfortunately.

“But there was always something in me that pitied them. We are not completely different, you know. They are the children of human men and female demons, mostly, although occasionally some poor mortal woman manages to bring a male demon's child to term." She shuddered in horror at the thought.

“I am the daughter of a woman and an angel. One half of our heritage is immortal. We are separated by that thin line. By the choice my father made, and the choice the mothers of creatures like

Kincaid made, thousands of years ago. The Fallen refused to take up arms against God. The Forsaken didn't.

"I'm not saying they should be forgiven," she added.