God is a Slut Ch. 08

A black flash of smoke later, and we were doused with the red glow of Lucy's bedroom. I guided her to rotate on the bed until I was on top. I didn't pin her shoulders and ride her like an animal, but cupped the curve of her cheeks and guided our kiss into greater ardency. Her hips thrusted gently against me, and I grinded slowly against her. The member in my womanhood slid through my slick tight depths with gradual deep thrusts, sending an ever-increasing swell of beautiful pressure into my nethers. The other shaft filled my anus with its rigid heat, pushing through my tension with affection. I hummed a tone of pure devotion into her mouth, and flexed my inner muscles for her. She returned my moan with one of her own, and pushed harder, breaking through my resistances with a tender invasion. Her hands slinked up my spine and entangled their digits in my white hair. She brought my face closer, her lips feeding on mine with a consumption that wasn't greed, but unending desire. I gave her my own desire in turn, and we trapped ourselves in each other's love. Because that's what it was... love. I knew it in that moment. I knew it with all my heart.

And then it came. It came in a rising tempest that churned within me. My hips jutted forward, and Lucy's rigid love pierced me deeper than ever. She rose from the bed; her back arching, her thighs flexing, her pelvis bringing me upward in a final bout of uncontrollable lust. I pressed myself harder against her and screamed out, and my voice harmonized with her own and echoed against the curved walls of her room. The feeling didn't stop, but built higher and higher. Lucy's legs quivered and gave out, and we bounced from the bedding in a graceful crash. She screamed a hoarse cry, and embraced me about the shoulders, hugging me closer to her, wanting me to feel the sweet love she was feeling. And I felt it. I felt the tremoring pulse of her twin members warping inside me. I felt the heat rising from their thin skin, the bulging veins engorging for the eminent eruption. But above all else, I felt the toe-curling, back-wrenching ecstasy that was escalating inside me. It was mind-numbing, but through it all, I could feel the presence of her, of the woman who giving me this, who was sharing this with me. I felt her heart thumping against my chest, thumping faster and faster in cadence with her own rising euphoria. My voice gave out, and I simply mouthed my glory with a face contorted in the highest reaches of my climax. Building, rising, trembling, and then... crashing. A wave, a flood that burst from the dams of my deepest confines, and scorched the infernal heat of its release through every vein and nerve in my body. Lucy choked a breathless gasp and tensed in a rigid convexity of pelvis and arching back. She trembled once, then erupted inside me, filling my holes with her amorous nectar. It rushed through me in congruence with the torrent of my lust, and came together in a melding of our bodies and souls. My hips shot forward, and I simultaneously squirted the fluid of my womanhood and manhood all over the both of us. Its heat mingled on our slickened skin, and oiled the grinding motions of our bodies. The feeling subsided in sporadic aftershocks that kept us on edge, but eventually, the calmness took over our bodies, and our mouths met in an embrace as loving and promising as the one we had just shared.

I parted from the kiss, and stared into Lucy's eyes. They remained closed for a second, savoring the kiss that still lingered hot on her lips. Her face was so calm, so blissful in this moment. A long exhale escaped her, and her eyes opened to slits. Her golden irises were welled with a sheen of tears, but her lips curved in a loving smile. I smiled back at her, feeling my own eyes begin to wet and sting.

"Rachel," she whispered in a croaked voice, "I love you."

"Lucy," I whispered back...

LUCIFER

Just fucking say it! My mind screamed in desperation. Just say it, Rachel; those three words.

I knew this was it. This was the moment it had all led to. There she was, her blue eyes glistening, her mouth forming consonants and vowels. Just say it. Those lips pursed for a second, stopping the words that were trapped against the backs of her teeth. Just say it. Her gaze burned into me, saw right through it all, through the bare nakedness of my soul. Just say it. Searching irises, smiling with affection, with desire, with need, but not love. She didn't love me. She wasn't going to say it. She wasn't going to-

"I love you."

My breath stopped in my chest. A moment past. Staring eyes, staring love. Deep love, true love. Silence, not a breath, not a gasp. Paralysis, but not of the body. Of the soul. And then it comes to me in a wave. It crashes down on me, and erupts from the recesses of my being. Tears streak down my face, and droplets of hot salinity splash with them. She's crying too; crying, but smiling. I'm smiling; I'm grinning so hard it hurts. A giggle passes her lips, and it infects me. I laugh with her, and I can't stop it from coming. Hysteria floods my mind, and a melody of euphoria flows from my mouth. It's like a wave of the greatest relief, and I feel a weight I didn't know I'd been carrying lift from my shoulders. We laugh with near-insanity, but the joy is just too much to conceal.

Finally, our composure came over us, and the manic euphoria gave way to the enduring warmth. Rachel bowed her head in a final fit of laughter, then looked up at me, those beautiful blue eyes sparkling, and planted a kiss on my nose. It crinkled in response, and a genuine laugh of love flowed from her lips.

"There," she smiled, "that was adorable."

"I have my moments." I smiled, "Rachel, you-"

My thought was cut short in my mouth. Rachel began to change.

RACHEL

I became extremely aware of everything around me. It wasn't just a sexually-induced hyper sensitivity, but a... connection. I could feel the air on my skin, but I could also touch the air, control it, move it. I reached out a single finger to the void, and felt the atoms sending their electric signals through me. Dipole moments conjured fields of energy that blanketed the fabric of what I thought was just empty space. The point of my finger pressed through the cloth of space and time, and emerged from the other side; translucent, real, but forming curves and lines that were both so familiar, and yet so foreign. I pulled my finger back, and watched the plane ripple from the point of contact as though I had just disturbed some gelatinous membrane. It was all there, and I understood it all. The tiny things that made up the larger things, that in turn, made the tiny things again. The walls were thick, hard and real, but also so delicate and thin that I could see through them. I advanced by consciousness further, and simultaneously was in bed with Lucy, and outside her balcony. Then I was outside her palace, and her city, and hell itself. My breath didn't draw air from the space between dimensions, but my lungs didn't beg for it. I was lost in a void, but knew exactly where I was going. Pluto passed by me, then Uranus, Neptune, Saturn, Jupitar, Mars, and then... Earth, home. No, not home; not any longer. The lush blue orb in the black sky was as much my home as heaven was my paradise. It was so small, so fragile; a sapphire dot in a sea of ebony, an insignificant spec on an endless horizon. I closed one eye, and placed my thumb and forefinger in front of me until earth appeared to be stuck between my pinching digits. And I knew, I knew with all my heart that if I were so inclined, I could press my thumb and finger together, and that planet would burst into dust. If I were so inclined, I could drift onto that tiny blue rock, and give the world I once called home the paradise it always yearned for. Just a brush of my hand, a wiggle of my toes, and world peace would be ours. No, not ours; theirs. I wasn't one of them any longer. I wasn't part of the great journey of humanity, but simply a spectator. If I revealed myself, if I raped my existence into their story, it wouldn't be their story any longer. It should remain untouched. They should remain unknowing. God was right all along: life was too precious to remove it from death.

I felt the heartbeat of another against my chest. I felt the pull of some great thing tugging gently on my soul.

Come back to me. It called, and I wanted to; I wanted to with all my heart. So, I did. I turned from earth and the last light of God, and I walked the path to the woman who called for me. My equal, my partner, my love. I'm coming back to you, Lucy, and I always will.

EPILOGUE: CAITLYN

CAITLYN

I grazed my red fingers over the pink petals of a rose. The hermaphrodite garden was in full bloom, and with the opening of the flowers, came the seasonal surge in my libido. I leaked constantly from my female slit, and throbbed with insatiable desire from my male shaft. I walked the hedged maze of the garden, my body slinking in a lustful gait, my hips sliding from side to side, my breasts bouncing with a jiggle from each step. I moaned and ran a hand through my pink hair, feeling the buzzed side of my head, then entangling my fingers in the soft strands on top. My other hand trailed down the golden piercings that lined my ample breasts, torso and cock. Every part of my body sang out with desire, and I acted upon it when the need grew too great. Visitors of my garden were treated with all I had, and I sated my appetite with their bodies, leaving them shaking and limping away with blissful smiles. I often called upon the other hermaphrodites to feed from me, as they were experiencing the same need. We'd writhe together in a beautiful moaning mass of red flesh at the center of the maze; the green grass slickening with the clear nectar that leaked from our fertile holes.

But I hadn't yet sated my appetite on this day, and as I brushed my fingers through the petal of the rose, the longing in my nethers grew. I looked around for one of my sisters, but all were gone. I sighed; maybe I'd have to take care of myself. I got on my knees, spread my legs, and bent over. My hand slinked back behind me, but stopped just short of penetration. There she was; Rachel. She had retaken her hermaphrodite form, and was as beautiful a thing as I'd ever seen.

"Caitlyn," she cooed softly as she strutted to me, "why would a woman like you settle for your own hand?"

"It's the change of seasons." I smiled over my shoulder, "Sometimes the need is too great. It's good to see you again, Rachel; I'm sorry you couldn't pass your tests."

"Oh, I passed them." Rachel laughed, "I passed the last one early this morning."

"And yet, here you are," I smiled, "not the messiah, but a hermaphrodite."

"A goddess," Rachel smiled, "and soon to be married."

"A goddess, hmm?" I mused, "I thought the urgency in which Lucy tried to tempt you was unusual, even for her. It makes sense now. Congratulations... my queen."

"Don't call me that," Rachel giggled, "not you."

"Ok Rachel," I beamed, "why have you come to my garden?"

"I need a place to hold the wedding," Rachel said, "and the Chapel isn't going to do."

"The amphitheater will suffice." I nodded, "When will the wedding take place?"

"Right now," Rachel laughed, "and I need a maid of honor."

"Me?" I asked coolly, raising an eyebrow, "What about God? Or Anna?"

"God is the minister, of course," Rachel smiled, and stepped right behind me, "and Anna is the household pet. You, Caitlyn, are the one who showed me who I could be. You should be at my side."

"I'd love to," I said with uncharacteristic glee, "but I won't be any use to you in my current state."

"Well," Rachel smirked, and unhooked the clasp of her dress, "we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

The dress fell in graceful arc from her curved body, and revealed a welcome surprise between her legs. Two shafts grew rigid on top of one another until they each curved upward with throbbing need. She truly was a goddess. Ten minutes later, I was on my knees and screaming. My head was tilted back and resting on Rachel's right shoulder, my neck striated with tendons, my mouth hung agape, and my eyes were wide in shocked pleasure. Rachel's bust squished against my arching back, her hips drove into my pelvis, and her cocks burrowed beautifully into my ass and leaking pussy. She gripped my manhood with one hand as she squeezed my breath with the other, and she milked both organs as she pumped relentlessly into me. We cried out in a discordant harmony and quaked in unison as a toe-curling orgasm rocked through us. Then we thrusted against one another with declining ardency, and embraced in a lustful kiss, seeped with satisfaction.

"Mmm, Rachel." I cooed with a vocal fry as we parted, "You must visit me from time to time."

"I'll need to take Anna for a walk every morning." Rachel smiled against my mouth, "And this is the only public park in hell."

"We have an on-leash policy." I chuckled.

"I'm sure she won't mind." Rachel smiled back.

"Well Rachel," I moaned as I pulled from her, savoring her hot spunk leaking from my holes, "let's get you hitched."

EPILOGUE: ANNA

ANNA

"Look, Anna, it's not like I don't appreciate you, it's just... you've got to go back, you know? You can't just be my pet for eternity; you have a life to live."

I stared with tear-filmed eyes at my master. I had been her loyal bitch for three months now, but ever since she'd gotten married, she required my services less and less until whole days passed where I wasn't on my knees for her. I knew it was only a matter of time, but part of me had hoped in vain that I could be the family dog of her new household.

"Master, I-"

"Rachel," Master smiled warmly, "call me Rachel, Anna."

"I-I-I...I..." I stammered, "I can't!" I bawled, falling to my knees in front of her, clutching at the hem of her white gown, "please keep me, Master! PLEASE!"

Master dropped to her knees and touched my chin with a delicate finger. She raised my gaze up to hers, and I lost myself in those beautiful blue eyes. She smiled warmly, and I couldn't help but smile back with the woeful love of a loyal pup.

"You just need to live out your days on earth," Master smiled, "and when you're done up there, if you still want to be my bitch, you can come back to me."

"It's so long!" I cried, "A lifetime!"

"A blink of an eye," Master laughed, "it will be over before you know it."

"I can't leave you, Master."

"It's Rachel," Master sighed, "call me by my name, Anna; that's an order from your master."

"No..." I whispered, "I can't."

"Alright, God!" Master yelled up to the sky, "I'm no good at this benevolent shit; get your holy ass down here and help me out."

A flash of golden light, a chorus of heavenly angels, and God's beautiful outline appeared next to Master's. God smiled down like a loving mother, and knelt beside Master until our eyes were level.

"Anna," she smiled, "come with me, Honey; I've got something special for you in mind."

God reached out her hand, and I gave Master an apprehensive look. Master nodded for me to take the Almighty's grasp, so reluctantly, I did, and saw the last of glimpse Rachel Christine Johnson until my death. I disappeared in a blast of golden light, and I saw heaven for the first time. My breath caught in my throat. Pristine mountains shone a blue hue in on the horizon, while lofty trees dotted the rolling landscape. Between the ferns and pines of the cresting hills, towered majestic buildings larger than any I'd seen before. They were ten miles tall and five miles wide, supported by marble pillars that stretched from the ground, through the clouds, and ended at the stone cross beams that structured their peaks.

"This is the city of heaven," God smiled at my gawking expression, "my home."

"It's beautiful." I gasped.

"It has its charm." God shrugged, and sat down on the plush cloud we hovered over, "Sit with me, Anna."

I sat cross-legged on the cloud, noting for the first time that my clothing had changed. The leather straps that normally bound me had been replaced with an A.S.U. tank top and a pair of jeans. I reached for my brow, and the familiar blue horns that had marked my servitude to Rachel were no longer there. Had I a mirror, I would no doubt see that my silver eyes were now there normal blue. I wasn't hers any longer, and even the glorious landscape of heaven couldn't lift my spirits.

"You're sending me back, aren't you?" I asked God.

"Yes," God said, and scooted closer to me, "but you won't be going back to school."

"I don't want to go back," I said, feeling the tears welling once again, "I want to stay here with you and Mas... Rachel."

God put and arm around me, and drew my face to her bosom. I rested my cheek on the soft flesh I had violated so many times, and let my tears fall between her cleavage. She stroked my hair lovingly, cooing tender words into my ear.

"Anna," she whispered, "I've been thinking about something. I never really wanted a new messiah, as they always fuck things up, but I think I could make a small change in procedure and send a new ambassador to earth."

"Me?" I laughed bitterly, "I could never pass Lucy's tests. I'd fail the very first one."

"Lucy and I aren't doing the tests," God chuckled, "at least, not for a couple thousand years. No, I think a change of pace is in order. Jesus preached the gospel of fellowship and compassion, and it's probably netted more good than evil, despite the catholic church and the Holy Roman Empire. Now, I need someone to preach the gospel of life and celebration; an ambassador of heaven to tell the people of earth to chill the fuck out. Can you do that for me, Anna? Can you be my messiah?"

"Who will listen to me?" I asked, "How will they know?"

"They won't," God smiled, "they'll think you're some liberal nut-job trying to start a new-wave version of Christianity, but that doesn't matter. Some will follow you, as some followed Christ when everyone thought he was crazy. After you pass, your followers will tell their children, and they in turn, will tell their children. Social media will spread it further, and every rotation of the sun will bring the people closer to true understanding."

"So, you want me to..."

"...party like an animal and fuck like a whore," God said, crinkling her nose, "and tell everyone who will listen that it's what God wants."

"Will you be with me?" I asked, "How will I know if I'm enacting your will?"

"Yeah, I'll be with you," God said, touching a finger to my forehead and burning a connection between our minds, "just don't tell anyone God is talking to you, or they'll think you're fucking crazy. I'll visit you from time to time, coming in this form or another, and we'll party together with the mortals."

"God?" I whispered.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Before I go, do you wanna fuck?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

EPILOGUE: BRIAN

BRIAN

Self-driving cars were for pussies. Three years ago, when President Dwayne Johnson finally signed into law that all newly manufactured cars had to be autonomous, purists like myself made a big enough ruckus to have him grandfather clause the beautiful, smelly, roaring fire of the retro combustion engine. Even after gas stations started closing and electric charging centers popped up, I still drove my Impala with all the gusto a twenty-nine-year-old bachelor could muster. It wasn't until I was faced with the screaming horn of an oncoming semi that I regretted that decision, but my regret was short lived. My head cracked the windshield, the whisky in the passenger seat blasted all over me, and my spine snapped just below my skull.