God is a Slut Chapter 3: Getting in Touch With Your Masculine Side

LUCIFER

Rachel, God and I were sitting naked in a hot tub, enjoying the scenery the underworld had to offer. I felt guilty about putting the poor mortal through emotional trauma when I tempted her with an eternal sibling romance, so I decided a spa day would be nice before her next test. I couldn’t help but let my gaze linger on her wet, pale breasts. Rachel was oblivious to my staring, but God caught me. She scooted next to Rachel and wrapped an arm around the mortal, before giving me a little smirk. Rachel misread the situation entirely, and snuggled into God’s arm like a daughter in her mother’s. God pet Rachel’s head lovingly, though I saw the possessiveness in her touch. Rachel was a prize, and for now, God was the one holding the trophy, and she had to qualms with lauding my defeat over me.

“How was Brian, Lucy?” God smirked at me.

“I knew you’d do something,” I smiled back, “I knew I was getting off way too easy when you changed my debt from mechanized sexual torture to fucking an undergrad.”

“What do you mean?” Rachel asked, staring up at God’s beautiful face.

“I gave your older brother a little parting gift for his service to the holy cause,” God chuckled, “actually it wasn’t such a little gift.”

“God gave your older brother a nine-inch cock,” I said to Rachel, “and he was just as surprised as me when he pulled his pants down.”

“That was nice of you.” Rachel beamed at God.

“Our god can be so benevolent when she’s trying to spite me.” I laughed, “I bet you’re mad you didn’t get to try out his new plumbing, Rachel; he filled me out so well.”

“He was almost too big for me as he was,” Rachel said sheepishly, still awkward about her sexuality, “I don’t think I could have handled him at that size.”

“I’ll be curious,” I smiled wickedly, “about what size you’ll be in this next trial.”

“Huh?” Rachel asked.

“What size your manliness will be, Rachel.” I smiled as I slid my body next to her, sandwiching her between God and me.

“Ooooo the hermaphrodites?” God said excitedly.

“That’s right,” I smirked, “we’re going to see Rachel’s male side.”

“Hermaphrodites?” Rachel asked.

“Futanari in Japanese,” I replied, “she-males, sissies, pre-op trannies?”

Rachel looked up at me with a confused expression.

“Sweetie,” God giggled in Rachel’s ear, “you’re going to grow a penis.”

RACHEL

“Don’t be so worried, Rachel!” God laughed as we walked down the brimstone path.

“How can I not be worried?!” I exclaimed, “I’m going to lose my gender!”

“It’s temporary,” Lucy reassured me, “and you get to keep your pussy. We just grow that clit out and add some testicles. Of course, it could be a permanent change if you want it to be; all you have to do is join me, and I’ll add a new she-male to my garden.”

“Nice try, Lucy.” I smirked.

“We’ll see what you think after Caitlyn’s done with you.” Lucy smirked back.

“Caitlyn?” I asked.

“She was one of my purest souls,” God said, “but she gave into the temptation of the hermaphrodites. It suits her much better, I think.”

“She’s the queen of the hermaphrodites,” Lucy said, “and for good reason; she’s amazing. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“I’m sure I won’t be attracted to a woman with a penis.” I frowned.

“Don’t be so certain,” Lucy said, “and even if you do pass this test, I’ll have all the information I’ll need for the later trials.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I’m building a dossier on you, Rachel,” Lucy chuckled, “I want to find out what makes you tick, so that I can alter future trials to maximize the temptation. You’re used to masking your female sexuality; you’ve been doing it since you had your first period. Having the urges of a man will be foreign to you, and you will not be able to hide them from me.”

“Will you be a gentle lover?” God smiled, “Or rigorous and controlling? Will you be tender, or rough? I’m so excited to find out.”

“I assume you’ll be joining us?” Lucy smiled wickedly at God.

“To test Rachel’s faith, of course,” God smiled back, “I need to make sure she’ll stay true to my word.”

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.” Lucy laughed.

“God is all-powerful and almighty,” I said to Lucy, “she has no need to deceive me.”

“You’re such an ass kisser.” Lucy laughed at me.

“She’s a precious little angel.” God beamed back at me. My heart melted at her warm smile. I was sure to pass this test with her at my side.

We continued down the path until we got stopped at a splendid garden. The bushes were trimmed to perfectly uniform heights, and twisted in a hedged maze. The flowers were all bright pink and in full bloom. In the middle of the garden, was a fountain made of stone women pissing into each other’s mouths from large phalli.

“Do you like it?” Lucy asked as I stared at the fountain, “I had Michelangelo make it for me.”

“Michelangelo is in hell?!” I gasped.

“I’m still salty you got him,” God grimaced to Lucy, “the irony of the man who painted the Sistine Chapel, damned to hell, was not lost on me.”

“Hey Lucy, hey God.” A shapely female demon said as she approached us. My mouth fell open when I saw her.

Her skin was deep crimson like Lucy’s, and her face was adorned with high cheekbones, blue eyes and full lips. Her hair was white and buzzed down on the right side of her head, and two small, curved, red horns protruded from beneath it. Her scarlet complexion was decorated with golden piercings; hoops in each ear, a gauge in each nipple with a connecting chain between them, and a trail of golden dots that extended down the line of her abdomen and encircled her navel, before continuing in a series of spherical piercings that ran down her pelvis, and up the shaft of her sizeable, red cock. Nestled behind her masculine organ was a set of hairless, smooth balls. Her body was feminine, but well-toned and muscled. I found myself incredibly attracted to her, and I felt guilty for my sinful thoughts.

“Hey Caitlyn,” Lucy smiled before she passionately kissed the hermaphrodite, “this is Rachel.”

“Hi, Rachel,” Caitlyn said sultrily as she walked toward me with a sexual confidence I’d never seen before, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Not everything, I hope.” I giggled as I nervously twirled my hair and shifted my weight onto one hip.

Oooo, Rachel, God sniggered in my mind, I’ve never seen you preening like this before.

I hadn’t even noticed I was staring flirtatiously at Caitlyn. I abruptly pulled my hand from my hair and stood up straight, and then instantly turned bright red from my awkward transition.

“There’s no need to be anxious, Rachel.” Caitlyn smiled warmly, her voice impossibly seductive, “Come back with me and we’ll get started.”

Caitlyn took my hand in hers, entwining our fingers together and walking me toward the entrance to the hedged maze. Her grasp was firm, but not controlling; she simply beckoned me to walk with her by the touch of her skin, and I willingly complied. I looked back to see God and Lucy following behind us and staring unabashedly at Caitlyn’s thick ass. We walked through the twisting turns of the maze until we were in a clearing. Another fountain stood in the center; this one of a hermaphrodite arching her back in the throes of ecstasy as a stream of water sprayed continuously from her engorged member.

“Have a seat, Rachel.” Caitlyn’s seductive voice softly commanded. I sat down nervously on the stone bench while God and Lucy sat cross-legged in the grass. Caitlyn leaned forward and placed her palms on my knees.

“It hasn’t been lost on me that you want me, Rachel.” Caitlyn smiled down at me, “Your gaze is very telling.”

“I-I’m sorry for staring.” I stuttered.

“Why would you be sorry?” Caitlyn chuckled, “Do you think I walk naked through this garden to avoid the gaze of onlookers?”

“I don’t-”

“Fill your eyes, Rachel,” Caitlyn said, the hint of a moan in her voice, “do not be ashamed of what you desire.”

My eyes greedily ran up Caitlyn’s body. I’d never seen a creature so physically embody sex; it was as though she were designed for that one act. Every curve of her feminine body was exaggerated and vulgar; her breasts and ass were supple and thick, and her smooth cock looked…delicious. The piercings that highlighted her assets gleamed from her in the infernal light, as though she were a jewel shining before me.

“Do you like my piercings?” Caitlyn asked.

“They’re beautiful.” I said honestly.

“I could give you some,” Caitlyn said, “I could make you gleam like a diamond.”

“Desecration of thine own flesh is a sin.” I said, but I wanted to. I wanted to be beautiful like Caitlyn, to walk confidently in my naked flesh, and be the desire of all. I wanted to be this woman.

“I prefer to think of it as accentuation,” Caitlyn smiled, “which is what we’ll be doing to you today. Let’s take off these baggy clothes and reveal the beauty you’re hiding from me.”

I nervously pulled off my oversized sweatshirt as Caitlyn unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my pants. I felt so ugly in her presence, and I was apprehensive to take off my undergarments.

“We need to remove all the clothing,” Caitlyn laughed softly, “there’s no need to be shy.”

I tentatively hooked my thumbs beneath the strap of my panties and pulled them off as Caitlyn unhooked my bra. I was so uncomfortable in my nakedness, especially with this sex goddess in front of me. I crossed my arms over my breasts and my legs over my lap.

“Why are you hiding?” Caitlyn asked as she got on her knees before me, “You’re so pretty, Rachel.”

“No, I’m not.” I said.

“Insecurity isn’t attractive, dear,” Caitlyn smiled, her fingers tracing the creases of my thighs, “confidence is. You should walk in this body with pride, Rachel, not shame.”

Her gentle touch radiated into my tender flesh and loosened my tensed muscles. I cautiously uncrossed my arms and laid my palms flat against the stone bench. Caitlyn’s mouth widened in a warm smile. I smiled back at her as the fear left me, and the arousal took hold. I wanted Caitlyn to see all of me, I wanted her gaze to burn across my body. I wanted her to want me.

“I used to be so much like you,” Caitlyn whispered as she parted my legs, “ashamed of my body, even though I was quite beautiful. When Lucy took me to this place, I thought I was going to be tested with another carnal temptation, but it wasn’t so. The real test, Rachel, is the temptation of empowerment, not lust. I can give you the power to walk confidentially in your flesh, knowing that all want and desire you. Do you want that?”

“Yessss,” I hissed, “I want that…I want to be like you.”

“Then let me help you,” Caitlyn grinned as she showed me the tongue piercing she had just for me, “let me help you love yourself.”

She lowered her face back down, and flicked her tongue across my clit.