Don't Meet Your Hero
LUCIFER
I was in my usual black leather corset, black leather boots, black skirt, and fishnet stockings. Only now, my corset was pulled down to my ribs, my black skirt was hiked passed my hips, and my garters were digging into the fat of my ass as I was taken from behind. My full crimson thighs were spread in a "V," my supple glutes rippling from the force of the pelvic blows that were being dealt to me. My spine was arching so concavely that my navel was level with my clit, my shoulder-blades protruded from my straining back, my arms shook in their straightened positions, my hands clawing at the wall. My head fell between my outstretched arms as a bead of sweat dripped down my brow and fell from the point of my nose. I panted and moaned in rhythm with the cadence of Jesus's thrusts, my eyes widening with each bout of increasing pleasure. Two-thousand years ago, I had fucked Jesus much like this for his final test, and he had denied me. He was every bit as good now as he was then.
"You said she was half-way gone?" Jesus asked with a firm slap on my scarlet ass, "Partially corrupted? Shouldn't she already be yours?"
"Yes, but she stemmed it." I panted, savoring his hatred of me, the way he fucked me like he was trying to make a point.
"How did she do that?" Jesus asked, his fingers gripping me now, kneading deeply into the fat of my ass.
"She damn near killed her immortal soul." I gasped, my head flinging upward, sending my black hair swinging in an arc, "She fought herself until her soul resolved into two halves of a whole; I've never seen anyone do that before."
"You're desperate," Jesus laughed cruelly, "you must be to come to me for help."
"I am!" I conceded through a yelp of pleasure, my back arching so dramatically that my breasts and face pressed against the stones of the wall, "Rachel has denied me at every turn, even when I had her!"
"And now you're whoring yourself out to me for favors?" Jesus laughed, covetously squeezing my breasts, the soft flesh of protruding from his grasping fingers.
"You won't take any other currency," I smiled back at him, one side of my face grinding against the wall while the other revealed my mouth gaping in pleasure, "and I don't mind in the least."
"I want you at my beck and call for a month."
"A week," I groaned as I grinded my ass against him, "and another week after if Rachel comes to my side."
"And I get to do everything I want to you." Jesus growled, squeezing my breasts until they hurt in just the right way.
"Anything!" I whispered as I felt myself climaxing.
"You know," Jesus laughed as he plowed into my sucking cunt, "you could have just asked. I would have gladly turned Rachel against God for free."
"Aaaaaaaah!" Was my only response as my face wrenched upward, my eyes widening in ecstasy.
"But since you're paying me so generously," Jesus growled lowly in my ear, "I'll make sure to really try."
My body twisted about the axis of my undulating hips, trying to expel the crescendo of ballooning pleasure that radiated from my pelvis. Jesus moved with me, pounding me mercilessly, his cock splitting my insides without pause, each repetition only making it worse. Sweat poured down my crimson flesh, spraying from my body with the violent jiggling of my breasts and ass, my open lips exalting against the wall with each desperate intake of breath. Jesus roared out behind me and blew his load with a final thrust. I felt his seed rush into me and seep into the depths of my womb, sating my womanly hunger. The last desperate throes of lust left me, and I breathed heavily as my heart pounded in my ears. Blissful satisfaction took over me, and I pulled from Jesus, savoring the feeling of his cock sliding out of me, the cum flinging from his tip to spray the back of my thighs. I turned around to my newest partner and smiled wickedly.
"What are you going to do to poor Rachel?" I asked him, my hand entangling in his wavy brown hair.
"Nothing," Jesus smiled back, "I'm just going to be myself."
GOD
"...and she'll do anything I say, won't you girl?" Rachel crinkled her nose at her new pet.
Anna Patterson was panting like a dog with her tongue out, her eyes large and submissive, her open lips curled in an adoring smile. She nodded to her master, her collar jangling, her nametag reading: "Rachel's bitch." Rachel patted her pet affectionally on the head and brought the college freshman's face between her legs. When I heard the wet sounds of Anna's mouth, Rachel sighed contentedly, leaned back, and smiled at me.
"You know you'll have to release her once you pass Lucy's final tests," I said, watching my favorite daughter being eaten out by her slave in the lavish living room, "right?"
"I know," Rachel sighed, giving me a faux pouty-face, "but for the next two days, she's mine. Aren't you girl?"
Anna nodded up to her master, her platinum-blonde hair done up in pony tails, her blue horns glistening in the sunlight, and her leather-clad slave outfit clinging vulgarly to her trim tan frame. Rachel smiled down at her, hiked up her own dress a bit further, and guided Anna back into her depths.
Rachel had changed so much over the course of Lucy's test. I liked her more this way on a personal level, but it worried me. Lucy always saved the hardest tests for last, and she'd already corrupted half of Rachel's soul. Even watching her now, I could see Rachel's dark side lying reveling in the use of her slave, enjoying the way Anna debased herself so willingly. I would have to do something I had failed miserably at for the last five tests; I would have to set an example. No longer could I be the slut I truly was in front of Rachel. Even if she believed the entire thing was an act to test her faith (and I had no idea how should could be so naive), seeing her lord and savior filled to the brim with cock and lapping up cum like it was candy was probably not a good perception.
I'm going to have to be the god she thinks I am,
I thought,
or she'll become the whore she wants to be.
Is it really fair to deny her what she wants?
Lucy's voice rang in my head.
Wouldn't it be the godlier thing to let her be herself?
It was you who corrupted her,
I smirked back,
she would be a nun by now if it weren't for you.
If it weren't for
us
.
Lucy retorted.
You could have left Rachel alone on earth, but you made her for this exact reason.
Why don't you come down here?
I asked.
Isn't your conjugal visit with my erstwhile son over by now?
I'm going to be limping for a week after that one.
Lucy groaned.
He sure resents me.
Not as much as he hates me.
I frowned.
Lucy appeared in a puff of black smoke, her black hair a disheveled mess, her bra strap hanging over one of her red shoulders, her obsidian lipstick smeared, and her corset torn down the middle. She twirled her hand in an unnecessary bravado (always one for theatrics, Lucy was), and her messy demeanor righted itself perfectly.
"Hey Lucy." Rachel said with a slight wave and subtle moan, "God said you were just planning my next test."
