My Tryst With God

An Angels And Demons Saga adventure.

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My day had been going pretty well so far. The contractors had just put the finishing touches on the repairs to my cabin and were finally gone.

Once they'd left, I'd spent a few hours weaving some protective spells around it. After all, despite how secluded the cabin was, a She-Demon could never be too cautious. Any drunken teens looking for a place to party or, worse yet, thieves hunting for plunder, would now wander right past as if it weren't even there.

What's that, you say? Ah, I see I've confused you already. Perhaps a brief introduction is in order.

Greetings and salutations. My name is Cozbi. I'm a Demon from Hell. I go by other names sometimes, but that's the one I'm most known for. I used to be a human woman once, thousands of years ago. Long story short: I was murdered, woke up in Hell, where I was recruited by the Dark Lord Asmodeus to become a Vengeance Demon. Millenia later I fell in love with a human named Emily while on assignment to corrupt her soul. I wound up disobeying my orders, turning against my boss, and going on the run.

Asmodeus later killed Emily during my attempt to lure him into a trap at the behest of Lucy Morningstar (you might know her better as Satan,) but with the help of some supernatural friends from both Heaven and Hell, we wound up defeating the Dark Lord (blowing a huge hole in the side of my cabin in the process,) and my dead girlfriend was reborn as an Angel Of Justice.

There, all caught up. Moving on...

Speaking of my angelic paramour, Emily was off on some Justice Angel training course for the next several days. Probably learning how to distribute alms to the poor or something. She always did have a soft spot for the homeless and underprivileged, even before she'd become an emissary for Heaven.

Annej, our little redheaded Succubus friend, was also busy, off doing... well, whatever it is she gets up to. She's very quiet, keeps to herself a lot, although she's been coming out of her shell lately.

So that left me, all alone. Bored, restless, and frankly quite horny. Never a good combo.

I was just about to head inside, take a long, hot bubble bath, followed by a very long solo session with my Hitachi. As much as I still despise most of humanity sometimes, I gotta give them credit for the advancement in sex toy technology.

Then I spotted him.

At first I thought he was simply a shadow, but as I focused my preternatural vision, I could clearly make out his humanesque silhouette against the contrast of the sun, now setting in the horizon beyond him. It cast him in an almost unearthly glow.

Being around Emily had certainly mellowed me out over time, and so I decided against simply incinerating him. Still, I can't abide trespassers.

"Ahem!" I called out. "This is private property! Didn't you see the signs? I'm going to ask you one time, very nicely, to go away. Trust me when I tell you I will not be asking twice."

No response. He simply sat there by the edge of the pond, back to me, fishing pole in hand, a line in the still water. If he'd heard me at all, he showed no sign.

As a mystical being, I could have snuck up on him quietly, but I saw no point in that. Big as he appeared to be from a distance, I feared no mortal. And so I stomped angrily across the newly cultivated grass, (it had been scorched by the same fireball that had destroyed half my cabin,) determined to make this intruder regret ignoring me.

It wasn't until I got closer that my supernatural senses went off. And by off, I mean completely haywire. Like those sirens back in the 50's that used to warn people to "Duck, and cover!" as if that would have made any difference.

I wanted to find a desk myself, hell, ANYTHING to hide under. Something about this guy scared the demonic piss out of me, and I'm not a gal who frightens easily.

Every instinct told me to run. But before I could, he spoke. "Nice evening, isn't it? Come, sit a spell, watch the sunset with me."

It's not that I felt compelled to acquiesce. It's simply that, deep within my core, I knew: If this being, whatever he truly was, wanted to hurt me, to end me, nothing I could do or say would stop him. And while I have a stubborn streak in me, I am no fool, either.

And so I sat. The sand was still warm, despite the lateness of the day. A light breeze blew through the willows, and somewhere off in the distance a crow cawed, but otherwise there was silence.

Steeling myself, I turned to face him. He appeared ageless, at once both young and handsome, old and rugged. His head was completely hairless, his skin dark as the coming night.

His outfit was pure Americana: Plaid chambray shirt, unbuttoned over a pure white wife beater tee-shirt that barely contained his rippling pectorals.

Pale khaki shorts with multiple pockets adorned his lower region. Long muscular legs crossed each other lotus style, white flecks of sand standing out clearly on his ebony skin. His feet, oddly enough, were bare.

He was breathtakingly beautiful. I was suddenly craving my Magic Wand again. Or, better yet, this gorgeous beast of a man pinning me down and pounding me ruthlessly.

"Who... who are you?" I managed not to drool as I spoke.

For the first time since I'd sat down, he turned to contemplate me with his dark, soulful eyes. He offered a half happy, half sad smile. "To be honest? I'm not quite sure anymore. I've gone by so many different names, different identities, that I've forgotten which one is the real me. But as I recall, your Dark Mistress, Lucy Morningstar, used to call me Al."

At this point I need to make something clear so that you fully understand the gravity of the situation I found myself in: While supernatural beings such as myself often mimic human physical functions, we don't NEED to do these things. For instance, we don't physically need to eat, but we can. We also do not need to go to the bathroom, although we can also simulate those functions if we wish.

So when I tell you that I involuntarily peed myself upon hearing his name, you might just understand my terror.

"Al? You mean Alpha? As in... GOD???"

"God?" His large round face twisted in puzzlement, as if the term was somehow unfamiliar. "Yes, that's what they used to call me. God."

Shifting his fishing pole to his left, he extended his right. His huge hand engulfed mine as I reflexively accepted it. "I'm not very fond of that title lately. In fact I'd prefer not to hear it ever again. No, Alpha will do just fine, I suppose. Although please, not Al, either. Lucy used to drive me crazy with that."

I felt like I was on an emotional rollercoaster, and I had a sudden flashback to the hormonal whirlwind that was my first menstruation, many long ages ago when I was still just a mortal girl.

Alpha seemed friendly enough. But if he recognized me, or recalled my involvement in a particular traumatic incident, he certainly showed no signs. Yet I was of course terrified that he was here for just that reason; to punish me for my meddling.

And so, I tap danced around it, best I could. "So, um, what brings you around this way?"

Again he looked confused. "Pardon?"

I tried the more direct approach. "Why are you here?"

"Well, why wouldn't I be? I've always been here. I'm eternal."

"No, I mean why HERE, this specific location?"

"Still not getting you."

I sighed in frustration. "I mean, you used to live in Heaven, used to run the entire operation. Then you left unexpectedly, just vanished. And now here you are, showing up out of nowhere, just chilling at my pond on this little dustball we call Earth with your toes in the sand. Why?"

Alpha shrugged. "Why not? I've been feeling the need to get away from it all for a while, and decided a little fishing trip was in order. And so here I am."

My jaw dropped. "Um. But you've been missing for over two thousand years."

"Missing?" Alpha scoffed. "Pish posh. I left a note. If anyone had bothered to come looking for me, they'd have found me, right here, the whole time."

"But that's just it. You haven't been here, certainly not the whole time. I've been coming to this cabin for years now and I've never seen you here before."

"That's because I just got here."

This conversation made my brain hurt. "But you disappeared over TWO THOUSAND YEARS AGO!"

"Has it been that long?" Alpha shrugged. "Maybe for you, still stuck in your limited mortal conception of time. I'd have thought Lucy schooled her people better. But then, she always did prefer the hands off approach."

I facepalmed, hard. "I am so confused right now."

Alpha chuckled softly. "You're confused now? Just wait 'til we have this conversation again in a quadrillion years or so."

"What???"

"Nevermind. Forget I said that."

Only the breeze rustling through the leaves broke the otherwise quiet calm. I took the moment to reflect that, whatever else Alpha might be up to, he at least did not seem to want to smite me.

Still, I had to be sure. Although questioning him felt like trying to get driving directions from a local while traveling through the American deep south.

"So, what made you feel the need to leave heaven behind and go fishing?"

Alpha sighed wearily. "It was supposed to be a simple enough experiment. Turn myself human, come down to Earth, pass myself off as one of them. Teach them to come together in love and harmony, to have compassion for one another. And then it all got so ugly, so complicated. The next thing you know, I found myself nailed to some wooden beams. It was... humiliating.

"When it was over, I decided enough was enough. I've been working at structuring this universe in perfect order since the beginning of time, and it has done nothing in return but fight me every single step of the way. I figure I've earned myself a well deserved retirement."

Alpha had been staring at the receding sun as he spoke, but again turned and addressed me directly. "I know you've been worried about it since the moment you realized who I am. So to answer what you've been tiptoeing around this whole time: Yes, I do remember you. Judas Iscariot's girlfriend, as I recall? The one who talked him into selling me out to the Romans?"

Fuck! My worst nightmare, confirmed! He knew!

Knowing there was no sense trying to deny it, I gulped audibly before answering. "Less girlfriend, more just a fling, really. But yeah, that was me. Sorry about that. But in my defense, I was on assignment from Asmodeus, and I didn't know you were actually, well... YOU. I thought you were just some itinerant rabble rousing human preacher with delusions of grandeur. You disguised yourself pretty well, I must say."

To my relief, Alpha merely nodded. "Oh, that I did. Perhaps a little too well. I'd left behind the bulk of my supernatural powers, keeping just enough to perform a few parlor tricks to thrall the masses. Yet not enough to keep them from, well..."

His eyes glazed over for a moment, as if recalling some truly horrific moment. Which, I suppose, he was.

Then he shook it off. "But It's okay. I get it. No hard feelings. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else. My second in command, Oúriēl, tried to warn me about the volatile nature of these humans, but I wouldn't listen. I thought I had them figured out. That I could easily get them in order, under control. Turns out Lucy was right all along. Mortal life doesn't need Gods. They just need to be left alone to figure it out for themselves."

"I don't think that's entirely true, though," I offered. "Since you've been gone, a lot of policies in both realms have changed. There were some hiccups along the way, of course. But currently, both Heaven and Hell are working together to try and make the universe a better place for all living things, mortal and immortal alike."

Alpha seemed taken aback by this. "Seriously? That's odd. Lucy was never one to play well with others. Although I suppose it probably has something to do with her fucking Oúriēl. "

He laughed, a huge, booming but thoroughly good natured laugh, when he noted my shocked reaction. "Oh, I've known. Of course I've known. Trust me, you don't even have to be omniscient to have figured those two out. But it is nice to know things haven't fallen apart completely since I left. Splendid news, in fact. Because I honestly have no plans on returning."

Now I'm sure most of you are probably expecting that I would object to this; that I would launch into some long winded plea for Alpha to return, to retake his rightful place as the One True King Of Heaven.

But why in the fuck would I want THAT? There had been a lot of rules and regulations under his reign, including the forbidding of mixed realm relationships. Those unnecessary restrictions were finally being lifted, and those of us who had fallen in love and formed close connections, emotionally and physically, with a partner from the Other Side no longer had to live in fear of being discovered and punished.

Lucy and Oúriēl had been running things pretty smoothly since Alpha had departed. Okay, granted, there'd been some bumps along the way, but most of those were caused by my former boss, Asmodeus, who was currently deposed and imprisoned for his crimes. Peace treaties had been drawn up, and there was now a far less contentious relationship between the two formerly warring realms.

So why in the Nine Hells would I want Alpha back in charge?

Again, the God posing as a physically impeccable black man seemed to know what I was thinking. "I know, I wasn't always the best monarch. But I never really set out to be one. All I really wanted to do was create, not rule. But I suppose I let my control issues go to my head."

While I was no longer worried about him smiting me, I still didn't wish to insult the self reflective deity by agreeing with him. So I fought back my urge to nod and instead simply asked, "Well, if you're not coming back, what are you gonna do? I mean, I assume you have more in mind besides fishing?"

Alpha shrugged. "Don't know, really. No plans. No plans at all. And for once, I'm happier for it."

Standing, he reeled his line in. Then casually, he tossed the pole over his shoulder. It disappeared before it hit the ground. "I am NOT happy, however, with the results of this fishing expedition. Eight thousand nine hundred and twenty three fishing poles in as many bodies of water, and so far the only thing I've managed to hook was a sentient cephalopod on the planet Caputpedes. And believe me, he wasn't too thrilled about it. Gave me quite the earful. And quite the inking."

Yet again, my brain throbbed as I tried to comprehend. "What the actual fuck are you talking about? I thought you said earlier you've been here the whole time!"

Alpha smiled, and despite myself I could feel my nipples stiffen. "I have been. I've also been at eight thousand nine hundred and twenty two other locations across the universe. What part of 'Omnipresent' do you not understand?"

My eyes ached. And yet there was something about him that made my already pee stained panties even wetter.

And then, he dropped the bomb on me.

"So before I head out to regions unknown, I stopped by here in particular because I wanted to see if perhaps you'd be interested in having sexual intercourse with me."

"WHAT? Why?"

Alpha offered that alluring, almost boyish smile. "Because I've always wanted to try it. And I heard you were the best."

I couldn't help but blush. "Wow. You sure know how to flatter a girl. I mean, I know I have a reputation but... wait, hold up, back up a second. What do you mean, you've 'always wanted to try it?' You're telling me in all these eons, you've never...? Like, not once, EVER???"

Alpha shook his head.

I still couldn't believe it. "But... but... why NOT?"

Another shrug of those broad shoulders. "Honestly? It never really interested me. It was something mortal life did to procreate, and I had no need for that. Plus, it all looked so complicated and, frankly, rather messy."

"Yeah well, I suppose it can be," I acknowledged. "But isn't that your fault for designing anatomy that way?"

Alpha scoffed. "That wasn't me. I had nothing to do with it. Nor with, as so many want to accuse me of, putting the 'Amusement Park' so close to the 'Sewage System.' I didn't create mortal life. Certainly not on purpose, anyway. It just kept popping up on its own. Blame evolution, not me."

"Fair enough. But what changed your mind?"

Alpha stroked his chin thoughtfully before replying. "I suppose I'm just looking to break out of my comfort zone. Do something completely unexpected. No one has ever once asked me if I were interested in trying it because they all assumed I was simply too aloof. And perhaps I was. But it would have been nice to have been asked, at least."

I've done a lot of nasty things in my time as a Vengeance Demon. And more than my share of perverse acts. But I've never once given anyone a Pity Fuck.

Although I wouldn't call what I was currently feeling for him pity. More like sympathy I suppose. My girlfriend's influence again, perhaps.

Perhaps not. I'd been drawn to him the moment I laid eyes on him, and even after discovering his true identity, my hormones had been a buzzing hornet's nest. No matter what else I was currently feeling, I certainly couldn't deny it: I had the hots for him. Big time.

We stood together, and I faced him directly. I was always the tall one, so it took a moment to get used to having to look up.

I offered my most seductive smile. "Well, then, let me be the first to ask you: Alpha, sweetie, how would you like to fuck my brains out?"

Alpha smirked. "Well, technically I asked you first already. But I do appreciate the sentiment. And to answer your question: Yes, I'd thoroughly enjoy that, I think."

Another awkward pause. Then, "So, how do we start? I undress first? You undress first?"

"No," I shook my head vehemently. "Not here. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere."

Taking him by the hand, I led him towards the cabin. "Let's go inside. We can clean up first. Then we can get dirty."

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The contractors who'd repaired my cabin had also remodeled, including an expansion of the previously cramped bathroom, allowing for the installation of a lovely walk-in shower, with plenty of room for two.

Well, almost plenty of room. Alpha was a big guy, in more ways than one. Still, it just meant we got that much cozier, especially as I made sure my luscious ass "accidentally" brushed up against his soon throbbing godhood multiple times.

Alpha seemed rather nonplussed by all the stimulation, and I was beginning to think this wasn't just his first sexual experience, but his first time with an erection. And what an erection it was. Of course, I'd expect nothing less from a god. From THE God.

Playfully, I dragged a solitary fingernail along the thick vein that ran the length of his mighty staff. "Looks like you're ready and raring to go already, tiger," I purred. "Here, let me warm you up a little before the main event."

Dropping to my knees, I locked my dark eyes to his and licked my lips eagerly as I took him by the root. He may have been inexperienced, but I suppose billions of years of voyeurism had taught him enough to anticipate what was coming.

Still, I don't think he was quite prepared as I extended my long, forked tongue and slithered it along the same path my fingertip had traced earlier. Pulling back his foreskin, I fluttered the tip of my tongue over his frenulum, torturing him relentlessly until he instinctively grabbed the back of my head and pushed.

I obliged and parted my full, pouty lips, took his glans between them, and sucked. As I leisurely worked him deeper into my throat, I hummed softly, the vibration an additional sensation that instantly had him groaning. My jaw ached as I struggled to accommodate him, but soon enough he was past my tonsils and firmly lodged in the back of my throat.