God is a Slut Chapter 8: The Final Test_(2)

PART ONE: WRESTLING WITH LOVE

GOD

Anna and I sat in the lavish theatre room of my hotel in hell. Freshly buttered popcorn slickened our fingers and lips and crunched loudly between our teeth. The large projection screen displayed the dinner date between Lucy and Rachel in crystal clarity. It was shown to us as an actual movie, with differing camera angles and clear sound production. The two lead actresses of this production sat across from each other at the table, their postures leaning forward as their eyes locked.

Rachel had permanently succumbed to her corruption, and had taken the hermaphrodite form she so coveted. And why wouldn’t she? She was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. White hair contrasted tan skin, which in turn contrasted the brilliance of her blue irises. Her high cheekbones, oval eyes, pointed nose, and (almost impossibly full) lips structured her perfect complexion. Her elegant, thin neck, narrow shoulders and perfectly proportioned bust and backside curved her outline in precise beauty. The white dress she wore clung to her audacious curves, highlighting the cleavage of her large breasts, and the cute crease between her perfect, thick glutes. Across from her, Lucy looked every bit the queen of hell. Her face was also adorned with high cheek bones, but her jaw was strong and her chin pronounced. Her brow angled slightly inward, giving her the look of perpetual mischievousness, which her golden irises reflected. Her lips were as full as Rachel’s, though Rachel’s lips creased in a straight line, giving her the expression of stoic beauty, while Lucy’s seamed to curl at the corners in an expression that complimented the mischievous angle of her brow, and the gleam of her eyes. A black sheen of lipstick covered those lips, and contrasted the deep crimson of her flesh. Two, red horns curved from beneath her waving mane of black hair, and two golden hooped earrings hung from her pointed, red ears. Lucy’s body was every bit as voluptuous as Rachel’s, though Rachel’s curves would be best described as “elegant,” while Lucy’s would be best described as “vulgar.” Her bust and backside weren’t exaggerated in proportion, but did veer from gracefulness to lasciviousness, as though her body were constantly teasing the viewer. While Rachel wore a tasteful dress (though it did highlight her assets), Lucy wore a black dress that showed the tops of her areolas, and if she didn’t watch it, the bottom half of her ass.

The white vs black, grace vs lust contrast of the two women’s attire was interesting, as both women were complete sexual deviants. While Lucy wanted the whole world to know, Rachel was happy with putting on a charade of propriety, before revealing her true nature. In truth, Rachel was a power-hungry sadist with a penchant for psychological games, and Lucy was very much the same. The two women hashed out their feelings for each other, and the conundrum of Rachel’s position while Anna and I watched with rapt anticipation, our eyes glued to the screen.

“God,” Anna whispered in my ear, “this is boring.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I whispered back.

“When are they gonna fuck?” Anna asked, ignoring my command (ignoring God’s command).

“Just watch,” I hissed, “the dialogue is as important as the action; this isn’t a porno.”

“Can’t we fast forward?” Anna groaned.

“This is live!”

“You’re God, God; you can do anything.” Anna shot back.

“You would be shocked at the things I can’t do.” I replied.

“Like make this more interesting.” Anna pouted.

“If I finger you,” I hissed, “will you shut the fuck up?”

“Maybe,” Anna smiled, and then walked her fingers, forefinger to middle finger up my thigh, “do you want me to reciprocate?”

“Yeah,” I sighed, spreading my legs and pulling up my skirt, “yeah, I do.”

“You really are a helpless slut, God.” Anna whisper-giggled in my ear, her teeth pulling playfully at my lobe.

“I know,” I smirked, and pushed my hand roughly between her legs, prompting a delighted yelp from Anna’s lips, “but so are you.”

Anna’s expression of shocked delight morphed to one of mischievousness. She slinked her slim body across the armrest, pushed her thong to the side, and planted her ass in my lap. My hands caressed her inner thighs as they made their way to her depths, and she leaned forward and dipped her fingers between both our legs. We entered each other simultaneously, fingers pushing between petals, thumbs pressing against clits, pinkies invading the tight rims of our assholes. Our legs spread wider on top of each other, and whimpers and gasps began to escape our lips. Our fingers grew wet with one another’s juices as we placated our lust. On the silver screen, Rachel and Lucy’s eyes locked, and their lips met. Anna managed a single word from her gasping mouth.

“Finally.”

LUCIFER

I didn’t want my lips to leave Rachel’s. Her kiss radiated warmth and promise into my body, without a hint of carnality. It was a kiss of companionship, and for an eternal moment, I was lost in it. A touch of Rachel’s tongue flicked across my lips, and her own formed in a malevolent smile against mine. The romance of the moment faded, and the lust began to take hold. An entire day of pent-up sexual tension began to build past its critical point, and then burst. The kiss turned sloppy; my reptilian tongue snaking from my mouth and entwining about her. Our lips ceased their gentle pressing, and began to suck hungrily upon each other’s faces. Our hands left their positions at the backs of our heads, and began to move south. Needful moans and giggles slipped from our passionate embrace as our eyes opened and stared. Rachel’s gaze was full of challenge, and so was mine. She knew the test meant nothing, but she was still determined to pass it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You ready?” she panted as we broke, spit bridging out mouths.

“Are you?” I smirked back, staring levelly into her eyes.

“The final test,” Rachel whispered, “Lucy, I’m going to fucking-”

I didn’t let her finish that thought. I wasn’t going to play fair, and neither was Rachel. This was going to get dirty.

We disappeared from the restaurant in a puff of black smoke, and reappeared in my bedroom. A passionate red color radiated from the gothic chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. The walls curved and sloped to a point where the massive light source dangled, and paintings of my most prominent lustful escapades decorated the cavernous abode. The bed was enormous and circular, and adorning the walls, were all the sadistic toys a girl could want. Rachel was still holding me, though both of us were now on our knees atop the bedding. She took a moment to examine the room I spent most of my nights in, and then returned her eyes to me.

“So,” I smiled, my breath breathing her breath, “now that we’re-”

Rachel pressed her palm against my face and pushed me backward on to the bed. The monologue I had practiced in front of the mirror earlier today was cut off in my mouth as my head drove into the bedding. My ankles locked beneath my knees, forcing my legs to spread wide and hike my tiny dress past my hips. Rachel’s blue eyes smirked with mirthful malevolence into my own, her mouth curved at the corner in a confident, mischievous smile. Her tongue slowly wetted her lips, and the thin smile she bore grew to a display of brilliant, white, teeth. With a final assessment of my vulnerability, she pouted her luscious lips and blew me a teasing kiss, before moving down. Her lips met my neck, and then trailed greedily down to my breasts. Her fingers stripped the bodice of my dress with a violent swipe, and my bust was sent jiggling free. She sucked upon each nipple, moans leaking from her mouth as mine began to form in my throat. Her hands caressed the lines of my abdomen, tracing tingles of fire along my flesh. Her mouth left my nipple with a final smack of lips, and then followed her teasing fingers lower and lower, gradually nearing the part of me now leaking with anticipation. Her finger tips caressed the lines of my pelvis, and then traced their way through my frothing lips. I shuttered at the gentleness of her touch, and Rachel smirked at the tremor.

“I bet you had a whole monologue just for me,” Rachel giggled with her chin resting on my pelvis, “did I throw a wrench in it?”

“Just a setback,” I gasped as her fingers pushed inside me, “I’m (AAAH!) very adaptable.”

“We’ll see.”

Rachel’s mouth smiled defiantly as her lips lowered. Her fingers curled inside my pussy, pressing against the sensitive spot on my ceiling. My head tilted back and a soft cry escaped my mouth. I felt Rachel’s breath hot and heavy against my womanhood. Her lips pressed against my moist slit, and her tongue joined her invading fingers. My own tongue snaked from my mouth and licked my lips delectably as I savored the feeling of her tasting my insides. Her other hand massaged the space between my holes; her fingertips gliding back and forth against my taint, lowering to just above my asshole, and then rising to just below my pussy. Her relentless teasing sent my mind into a frantic state of unfulfilled need. Moans coursed from my mouth, and finally, I yelled: “Just put it in my ass!” And she did. One finger, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next. Curling at the knuckle, gripping me from the inside, moving in and out as she stretched the tight sphincter she was violating. Searing pleasure tingled up my taint, and the crown of my head dug desperately into the bedding. A strained cry left my lips and my thick, fishnet-wrapped thighs locked tightly around her head. Rachel reacted to her lustful imprisonment with a lecherous kiss; her lips wrapping around my clit, drawing it into her mouth, and sucking gently. I covered my face with my palms and screamed in delight, and a familiar voice came sneering into my mind.

Oh, Lucy, God chuckled, Are you too in love with Rachel to fight back? Are you just going to lie there and take it like a bitch? I’m disappointed in you.

God’s teasing brought me back to reality, and in control of myself. My locked legs tightened around Rachel’s head, my abdomen coiled to the side, and I spun us over. Rachel was forced on her back with me straddling atop her face, but her fingers and mouth still worked diligently inside me, not missing a beat. I unclenched my thighs with great effort (part of me wanting desperately to keep her trapped there), and then pivoted my pelvis on her face. I twirled around, yelping in delight as her fingers twisted inside me, and then levelled my gaze at the prize between her legs. Her cock was standing tall and pitching a tent in her white dress. I licked my lips with lustful hunger and slid my body downward, my back arching in a smooth curve as I neared my target. My elegant fingers traced the lines of her thighs, before curling about the hem of her skirt and pulling back to reveal what was beneath. Rachel’s perfect cock stood rigid and throbbing above a set of hairless balls, and a leaking, tight slit. She pushed her fingers deeper and sucked harder than ever on my clit, trying to keep me from taking her where she was vulnerable. Though I moaned like a whore, and grinded my hips harder against her face, I was not deterred. My black lips pursed together and planted a kiss on her throbbing tip. Rachel hummed a pleading moan beneath me. I lowered my head, and my mouth began to open around her. Slowly, deliberately, I descended her; my lips sucking her girth, my tongue wrapping three times about her length. I stroked her with my reptilian member as I took her deeper and deeper inside me, past my mouth, past the resistance of my throat, and into my esophagus. I reveled in my consumption; her delicious taste permeating into my mouth, her heat radiating into my neck, her girth stretching me with throbbing, pulsing rigidity. My lips met her base, and then rotated slowly, a groan of lechery seeping from my lathering embrace. Rachel squirmed beneath me, her mouth loosening its lustful hold on my pussy to yield a muffled cry. I smiled internally at her responsiveness, and slid my fingers between her legs. One hand gently cupped and massaged the hermaphrodite’s balls, while the other moved lower, and split in a four-fingered-V. Two fingers slid into her tight, hairless slit, while the other two slowly expanded her constricting rim. Deeper and deeper I went, relishing the feeling of her soft inner flesh tightening with delighted spasms about me. My lips rotated mercilessly about her cock; my nose pressing into the soft flesh of her sack, my chin digging gently into the flat muscle of her pelvis. And then I moved up, keeping my lips sealed, wetting her beautiful cock with a sheen of my spit. Rachel’s cries grew more desperate, and we both knew I was winning. Her fingers laid static in my holes, and her mouth had ceased it’s lecherous feeding. She became helpless and limp in the face of my prowess, and I smugly notched a line in the “Lucy Column.” Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.

I should’ve known better.

RACHEL

Lucy sucked me in a way that left me helpless to do anything but enjoy it. She ran her juicy lips slowly and gradually, never speeding up, always forcing me to savor every little inch she consumed. Her tongue stroked me up and down inside her mouth, wrapping thrice about my shaft and hugging it in a wet embrace. Her throat closed around me, her soft, wet, flesh swallowing as she sucked, drawing me deeper, willing the cum that was boiling in my balls to release. My lips left her beautiful pussy in strings of parting saliva. My head fell uselessly back against the bedding and my fingers stopped their exploring invasion.

That’s it… Lucy sang softly, comfortingly, in my mind, as though I was a child she were putting to bed, Just lie back and relax, Rachel. There’s no need to fight me. I can do this to you forever. I can be on my knees for you where I belong, pleasing you like this, worshipping this thing like it deserves to be worshipped.

Her words leaked their warmth into my brain, seeping into the tendrils of the defiant thoughts that kept me focused. Her mouth moved so slowly, so deeply. Her lips puffed and gave way to my girth as she descended, soft gagging noises slipping from between them the deeper she went. Her tongue clung tightly about me and massaged every tense inch of my throbbing cock. Her fingers pushed tenderly into my ass and pussy, breaking my defenses with their gentle invasion. My thighs opened wider, and my back arched from the bed. My head fell back, and Lucy pressed her hips with me, pushing my face deeper into the fat of her ass. She teased me with the holes I was too weak to placate, and I cried a pathetic tone of surrender.

Just come, Lucy’s seductive mental voice whispered, come for me, Rachel. Come for me…my love.

Lucy’s arrogance tickled the power-hungry depths of my corrupted soul. No, I would not give in to her that easily. I raised my quivering mouth upward, my head feeling so heavy atop my neck. My lips pressed around the rim of her pink asshole, and sucked. I felt Lucy lurch forward just a hint, and the control she had over me began to wane. My tongue poked between my sucking lips and pushed the spokes of her sphincter inward, until I broke through. Lucy’s abdomen pressed hard against my own as her back arched in pleasure. Her tongue remained entwined about my cock, but her black lips opened to yield a moan. I gathered the strength back in my hands, and gripped the fat of her red ass. I spread her wide open, and planted my lips firmly onto her rim, sucking relentlessly as my tongue squirmed into her tender depths. I savored the taste of her and drove deeper and deeper; pressing along the ceiling of her rectum and stimulating her pussy from the other side. Lucy’s tongue unwrapped about my cock and a hoarse cry rose from her chest. Her fingers pushed deeper inside me in a last-ditch attempt to reassert her control. I battled through the scream that stuck in my throat, and overcame the feeling with all my might. Lucy collapsed atop me, her head falling in my lap, her mouth panting euphorically against my throbbing cock.

I dragged myself out from beneath her until I was in a sitting position. Lucy compliantly raised her ass with me, her legs bending at the knees until her calves pressed to her thighs. My mouth placated the devil with expert lustfulness, and she began to indulge me despite herself. Her hands reached back behind her and held her glutes open for me. Her face lay pathetically on one cheek against the bed, her mouth crying out into the sheets. My tongue worked deeper and deeper until her insides were spasming in a chorus of convulsions. Her sphincter suddenly tightened around my tongue, and I felt Lucy desperately holding back the orgasm that was coming over her. I smirked inwardly and showed no mercy. I sucked harder and harder, until a layer of pink flesh protruded from her rim. My tongue worked feverishly into the tight channel of her sinful hole, and the spasms only rose in intensity. Lucy thrashed and wrenched violently, her mouth now screaming in pleasure, her hands still obediently holding herself open. At the last second, Lucy arched her back in a ferocious curve, planted her palms on the back of my head, and threw her weight backward.

I was sprawled on the bed with Lucy’s ass still pressed against my face, but she had the moment she needed. She grabbed my cock with both hands, and dove on to it. Her blowjob wasn’t the smooth, impossibly seductive consumption it had been; it was a desperate, violent feeding of flailing black hair and pained gurgles. The veracity of her sucking sent my head back into a scream of delight, and Lucy pulled herself back from the brink.

“You bitch!” I gasped between my moans.

You almost had me, Lucy giggled in my mind, My asshole always was my weakness.

“Is that so?” I asked through a delighted cry.

What? Lucy telepathically laughed while her mouth sucked me, Do you want to do anal? You think your dick can handle what I got back there? I got your cock all nice and wet if you think you’re ready.

“You really think you’re that good?” I exhaled through a scream.

You’re already screaming like a whore from just the blowjob, Lucy chuckled telepathically, and my ass is even better. It’s so nice, and tight, and hot. It’s the wrong hole, Rachel; it’s the one you fuck when you own someone. Do you want to own me? I can be yours.

“I’ll have you begging me for it!” I groaned as I thrust my hips to Lucy’s face.

“I don’t think so, Honey,” Lucy said, this time with her real mouth, “I think you’ll be the one…”

Lucy stared back at me with a smile etched at the corners of her lips. My precum hung in strands from her mouth, and she twirled the strings with a long finger, and then sucked it with a lecherous hum, her golden irises smiling at me.

“…begging.” She whispered.

LUCIFER

I twisted around until I was straddled across Rachel’s hips. Her tan complexion was glistening with sweat, and her face was flushed, but she was far from gone. She gave me an expression full of combativeness; her juicy lips curved in a cornered smile, her nose crinkled, her blue eyes staring their defiance. Goddamn, I wanted this woman. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I was right about anal. Yeah, my asshole was great, but I’d never had Rachel’s new cock inside me, and from what I saw her do to God, Kaitlyn and Anna, she certainly knew how to use it. I’d have to be careful and in control the entire time, or she’d push me over the edge.

“What are you waiting for?” Rachel smirked as her hands slid up my thighs.

“Your complete surrender,” I smirked back, “and profession of your undying love.”

“You’re stalling,” Rachel laughed, “you’re afraid that I’m too much for you to handle.”

“Oh, Rachel,” I laughed as I shifted myself upward and placed her tip against my asshole, “you have no idea.”

I squatted for a moment, locking my eyes with Rachel as her tip pressed harder and harder against my sphincter. I felt my spokes flatten, and my rim widen. I took a moment to appreciate this anticipation, and then began to lower myself. Slowly, gradually, I took her in. I smiled lustfully into her eyes for the first few inches, but the pressure in my rectum started to grow, and my smile began to fade. A moan rose from my chest and escaped my lips in almost a whisper. Rachel groaned and pressed her head harder against the bedding, her shoulders pinching back and her bronze breasts jutting forward. Deeper and deeper she went, and louder and louder my sustained moan grew. My ass met her pelvis, and her balls squished against my tailbone. My moan stopped in my throat, and a slight whimper brushed past my lips. Rachel’s face knotted in concentration; her eyes closed tightly enough to grow lines on her pristine face, her mouth fixed in a lip-biting grimace. We stayed static for a moment; me savoring her bulging heat stretching me, her savoring my sinful hole constricting her. Her pulse beat from the throbbing length of her cock, which was so hard it was curving backward, stabbing beautifully into my sensitive reaches. A satisfied exhale blew past my lips, and the blissful moment passed. A malevolent smile creased my mouth, and my golden irises leveled on Rachel in a threatening stare. I leaned forward, placed my palms flat against her breasts, and squeezed hard. Her concentration broke, and she cried out with wide eyes.

“I’m not your god, Rachel,” I whispered, “I won’t just lie there and take it in the ass. You’re not fucking me, I’m fucking you.”

I wrenched my hips back in a violent grind. Rachel’s cock bulged against the membrane that divided my two holes, and I let out a delighted cry. My paramour tried to conceal her pleasure, but it tore from her mouth in a lecherous moan. I giggled at her loosened equanimity and bit my lower lip as I rode her. Harder and harder I went; my diaphragm heaving, my abs flexing, my pussy dripping all over her pelvis. Rachel gripped the fat of my ass with both hands, her knuckles whitening as the pleasure began to take her. My fingers sunk deeper into the delectable flesh of her breasts, her erect nipples protruding from between my digging digits. Rachel cried out and spread my cheeks wide, deepening the penetration for both of us. I backed my hips hard on to her; my spine straightening as a shooting bout of pain and pleasure ripped through me. My head flung to the ceiling, and a covetous laugh erupted from my chest. Rachel screamed as her body seized to control herself, but I was the one in control now.

Back and forth I rode her, relishing the feeling of her stirring up my tight hole, moaning with each advance and crying out with each retreat. My abs straightened and tensed as I grinded forward, my back arching and my head tilting up. They flexed as I moved backward, my shoulders hunching and my spine curving convexly. Rachel moaned louder and louder, the tendons on her neck standing up, her breaths growing faster and more frantic. She spread me open so wide it hurt, and I rewarded her with a deep clenching of my anal muscles. Rachel’s face contorted in one of fervent lust. Her eyes widened and quivered in her sockets, and her beautiful lips parted in an “O.” Her body stayed static and helpless as I rode her, as my ass gripped her with increasing tightness, squeezing her from base to tip, willing her to release inside me. I hoped she’d do it soon, because every second that passed, I lost more and more control to my own lust.

“Just come, Rachel,” I whispered into her ear as my fingers pinched her nipples, “it’s Ok, Baby, you can come for me.”

“Lucy…” she moaned hoarsely.

“What, Babe?” I asked with a knowing smile, my fingers twisting her nipples softly.

“I’m not your god, Lucy,” Rachel smiled meekly, “I won’t just lie here and take it.”

Rachel’s hands shot from my ass and gripped my shoulders. She threw me backward and rose with me until I was on my back and she was on her knees in front of me. I cried out in delighted shock at her sudden controlling nature, but my glee soon turned to dismay.

“You’re not fucking me,” Rachel sneered as she gripped my thighs and pushed my legs over my face, “I’m fucking you.”

Rachel rammed her cock into my ass with enough force to send me lurching backward. I screamed out and clawed at the sheets as the feeling ripped up my spine. Rachel retreated all the way to the head, and then drove in again, just as hard as before. Her cock burrowed into my constricting depths and brutally separated me. It sent a shock of pain and pleasure deep into my nethers, and my head dug into the bed as my chin rose and my back arched. Rachel forced my legs forward until my knees were driven next to my face, and my ass was spread wide in the air. Her gaze leveled with mine as she got the better of me; her elegant features painted in a mosaic of pleasure, and power. I returned her smug expression with one of lewd determination. My teeth set on edge and gritted in a combative snarl.