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My conversion fell on me in Good Samaritan Hospital, the truth opening my eyes. The moment I walked into Their august presence I knew the truth—They were Holy. They were with the Holy Slut Xiu, comforting her after the wicked Sister Theodora Mariam’s despicable attack. They shone with such love. I fell to my knees and worshiped Them.

—First Missionaries 1:1-2

Dr. Molly Klerk – Puyallup, WA

I walked in a daze through Good Samaritan Hospital, nicknamed Good Sam, not sure what to make of the day’s events. I had watched the footage of the miracle three times, all while remembering the one time I had met Mark two weeks ago. It was a Monday night. He had a head wound.

And I made love to him and his sexy girlfriend Mary.

Thamina went home with them that night, quitting her job at the hospital to be their nurse slut. A part of me was envious of them. I wanted to be claimed. To be taken and made one of Mark’s sexy women, the beauties who always were around him. Mark was on the news all the time, changing the world.

Because he was a god?

Maybe they both were. No woman was more beautiful than Mary. Just the sight of her was enough to make me want to bow down and worship her pussy. I would do anything to please her. That was how beautiful she was.

I shook my head and walked past the sluttily dressed cops guarding Xiu Liu’s hospital room. I paused, glancing through the window at her. She was in ICU, recovering from surgery. She took a bullet in the stomach during the firefight, but her chances of survival were good. The bullet passed through a wall before striking her in the lower abdomen and lodging in her uterus, slowing down enough not to rip right through her.

Unfortunately, her uterus was too damaged to save and the surgeon removed it.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed Mark Glassner and Mary Sullivan sitting next to the patient. My pussy drenched my panties as the lust flooded through me. I rubbed my thighs, trying to relieve the sudden ache in my clitoris.

Memories of sucking his cock during my exam two weeks ago flooded through me. After, I licked Mary’s pussy to a wonderful orgasm. I devoured her. Worshiped her. The first and only pussy I had ever licked.

She tasted delicious.

The whole hospital buzzed about Mark’s miraculous recovery. Paramedics I’ve known for years, dependable men and women, swore Mark was bleeding out from multiple gunshots in the torso when the scarlet light erupted. When the light faded, Mark was perfectly fine.

Just like it showed on the tapes. It was not a hoax. I trusted these paramedics.

“He’s a god,” Ryan, one of the paramedics, whispered to me. He was a solid man with years of witnessing the worst that could happen to a person without getting fazed. Today he was white-faced and had an awed, almost reverent tone to his words. “Or something not of this world. The police all talk about him like he’s the greatest man in the world. It’s like they’re under his spell or something.”

A spell. Was that what happened to me that night? Were Mark and Mary the divine given flesh? How else to explain my sudden whorish behavior and plunge into lesbianism? I wanted to worship them the only way I could—with my body.

And it was hot.

I opened the door, needing to check on Xiu’s vitals.

“Dr. Klerk?” Mary asked with frown. “Right? That’s your name?”

My heart hammered, she was as beautiful as I remembered. The most beautiful creature in the world. And then I saw Mark and gasped. He had transformed. He was younger and thirty pounds lighter since I last saw him. His shirt was tight on him, outlining solid muscles. He was a flabby guy two weeks ago—not fat, but definitely not in shape.

This was impossible.

I was in the presence of gods.

I fell to my knees. That was what you do when you were before a god, right? I vaguely remember that from Sunday school as a child of Moses prostrating himself before the burning bush or one of the prophets bowing before God.

Mark stood over me, looking down on me.

“Let me worship You,” I said, the words spilling out of me. “Please, my Lord.”

He knelt down, cupping my head and lifting my face up to look at Him. His eyes were so blue. “Worship me, huh?” His voice was so deep and commanding, I could feel it reaching into my soul. He was a god. “Sure, you can worship me.”

He stood up, and I knew what to do. I licked my lips as I drew down the zipper of His pants. I reached in and fished out His cock. He was hard and throbbing in my hand. I stroked Him, savoring the thrill of touching a god’s dick.

I opened my mouth, hungry to suck on Him. I engulfed the crown of His dick, swirling my tongue around His cock as I bobbed my head. His salty precum flooded my mouth, coating my tongue. His hands gripped my head, and He thrust His cock slowly into my mouth. He groaned.

I worshiped Him. I worshiped my God.

I sucked so hard as He fucked His cock in and out of my mouth. I had to please Him. My cheeks hollowed. I moaned, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. My heart hammered in my blouse, beating with the thrill of this moment. I had to give Him the best pleasure I could.

“Damn, she is eager, Mare,” He moaned. “What a slut.”

“Yes, she is,” laughed Her. “And willing to worship you. Isn’t it hot to hear a woman beg instead of just ordering her?”

“It does have its appeal.”

I didn’t care what They spoke about. I was here to pleasure Him. To worship with my mouth. My hands gripped His hips through His jeans, my fingers clenching. My pussy soaked my panties as He ran His hand through my hair.

His cock brushed the back of my throat as He fucked my mouth harder. He moaned, which sent a flutter of pleasure through me. He drew back and slammed His cock in again and again, His hands tightening in my hair.

“You want to worship my cock, whore,” He snarled. “Then worship it all!”

His cock pressed at the back of my throat while His hands pulled at my hair, forcing me down His shaft. He wanted to ram His cock down my throat. For a moment, panic set in. I couldn’t swallow His cock. He was too big. I struggled.

And then remembered it wasn’t my place to resist a god. I was here to submit to His will. To worship Him.

I relaxed my throat as His cock pressed at my gullet. He groaned as His dick slid into my throat. He pulled me farther and farther down His cock. I took more of Him, my heart beating for joy. I moaned about His dick as my lips buried into His brown, wiry pubic hairs.

I took Him all.

A small orgasm rippled through me. I was so excited I came. It was amazing. I trembled and groaned as the pleasure washed through me. This was amazing. Awesome. I couldn’t believe the joy bursting through me. I took every inch of my God’s dick.

“Fuck, she’s got a great mouth,” my God moaned as He fucked my mouth, His balls slapping into my chin.

My Goddess gave a throaty laugh. “Mmm, I remember her licking my pussy. Hurry up and cum, Mark. I want to feel her lips on me. To, um, how did she phrase it? To worship my horny cunt!”

I buzzed with pleasure, my orgasm peaking, as I anticipated worshiping my Goddess’s cunt.

“She’s doing a great job ‘worshiping’ my cock, Mare!”

I sucked and moaned about His cock, constricting my throat, swallowing, massaging Him. I gave Him every ounce of my pleasure. His thrusts grew harder, faster. He slammed His dick down my throat, His heavy balls thwacking over and over.

I was His whore. A god’s prostitute. My pussy clenched again, excitement building in my depths. He grunted. His fingers tightened in my hair. My fingernails scraped at the denim of His jeans as my eyes stared up at His boyish face. A huge smile crossed His lips. His blue eyes burned with pleasure.

“That’s it, slut. That’s how you worship my dick. Damn, I’m going to dump so much cum down your throat. I bet you want that, whore. I bet you want every last drop of my cum pumping down your throat. You fucking whore.”

I did. I moaned so loudly, trying to let Him know how much I loved His cock and wanted His cum.

His face contorted. He growled and slammed His cock down my throat again. Then He pulled back His cock until only the tip remained in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, flicking at His slit while I sucked.

“Here it comes, slut!” my God moaned. He trembled, hands tightening in my hair. And then His holy cum was shooting into my mouth. Delicious and salty. And so much I was having trouble swallowing it all.

Cum ran down my face as I gulped it down. His holy cum spilled down into my belly, warming me. Another wicked orgasm rushed through my body. I moaned as I swallowed. My eyes fluttered as the pleasure washed through my body.

This was amazing.

My God pulled His cock out and I licked my lips, gathering all the salty delight that had escaped. I moaned, savoring it. “Thank you,” I breathed to Him. “Thank you for letting me worship you.”

He shifted. “Yeah, yeah. You were good.”

Then I glanced at my Goddess, Her legs were spread. I could see the shadowy promise of Her pussy juicy between Her legs. She smiled wickedly as I crawled across the floor, the linoleum hard on my knees. I would probably get a run in my pantyhose, but I didn’t care. I could smell Her arousal, sweet and spicy, as I neared.

An intoxicating bouquet.

Her thigh was silk on my cheeks as I brought my eager mouth closer and closer to Her pussy. I pushed back Her skirt, revealing Her shaved depths and the flaming heart of pubic hair adorning Her pudenda. Love. She was a Goddess of Love.

I licked at Her slit. She tasted divine. I delighted in the mewl of pleasure that escaped Her lips. I licked again and again, drinking ambrosia, delighting in the feel of Her sweet flesh on my lips. Her chair creaked as She shifted.

“Oh, Mark, she is enthusiastic,” my Goddess purred. “Oh, damn, yes.” Then She gave a wicked laugh. “That’s it. Ride her, my horny stallion.”

My God’s hands caressing my ass through my doctor’s coat and long, purple skirt. He squeezed as I moaned, licking at Her pussy harder. My tongue flicked up to Her clit. She gasped as I swirled my tongue around Her nub, my lips sticky with Her juices.

“I’m going to ride her hard, Mare,” He said as He lifted up my doctor’s coat, exposing the conservative, purple skirt I wore. He pulled that up as well.

I shuddered as His hands rubbed across my pantyhose pulled over my panties. I savored the sensual sound of His fingers sliding across the fabric. They ripped. I loved the sound, fresh air wafting about my thighs.

In a flash, He shoved the gusset of my panties to the side and thrust His cock into me.

“Yes,” I moaned into Her pussy as His cock slid into my depths.

I came when my God entered me with His thick, hard dick. My body shuddered as the third orgasm wracked my body. It was more intense than the last two, burning hot. My body shuddered and my pussy spasmed about His cock. The pleasure rushed through my body and reached my mind.

Ecstasy bathed me. I licked my Goddess’s pussy as my God fucked me.

I moaned my passion into Her wonderful pussy. My cunt felt so full of His cock. So wonderfully full. He groaned, savoring my wet depths. The pleasure boiled out of me. My hips wiggled, stirring His cock in me.

And then He fucked me.

It was slow, at first. He groaned every time, savoring the tight, spasming depths of my cunt. Pleasure tingled throughout my body. I pushed my hips back into His thrusts. His balls thwacked into my clit, shooting sparks of pleasure as He built a new orgasm in my depths.

My Goddess purred Her pleasure as I devoured Her pussy. She seized my bleached-blonde tresses with both hands, pulling my lips into Her sopping pussy. My tongue slid through Her slit, lapping at Her hard clit. I savored Her delicious flavor.

“Oh, you’re making my pussy feel so great, Doc,” my Goddess purred. I sucked Her clit into my mouth and She gasped. “Fuck, she’s good, Mark. Ride the slut.”

“Naughty filly,” He laughed and fucked me harder.

His cock slammed over and over into my cunt. Our flesh slapped together. Every time He buried into me, He forced my mouth deeper into my Goddess’s pussy. I reveled in Her juices dripping down my chin and neck, soaking into the collar of my blouse. My hips wiggled. The pleasure swelled through me.

Every stroke of my God’s cock in my cunt brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. His balls thwacked into my clit. I clenched down on His dick as He drew back, increasing the friction. And then thrust forward, burying His wonderful cock into my cunt.

“Shit,” He grunted. “Shit, the doctor’s got a tight, hot cunt.”

“And her tongue…” She purred, grinding on me. “Oh, damn, Mark. Fuck the slut’s cunt. I love it. I’m going to cum so hard on her mouth.”

“Do it, Mare. Fuck!”

My lips and cheeks were smeared with Her savory juices. I was so happy that my body was worthy enough to satisfy these Divine creatures. The Living Gods. A furnace grew inside me. His dick made such an obscene sound as it plunged into my cunt. The sound of my pussy’s worship. I trembled, clenching down on Him, on the verge of erupting and showering His cock in my juices.

And then Her hand tightened in my hair as Her orgasm quivered through Her body, flooding my lips with Her ambrosia. I drank down Her juices. They poured over my cheeks and down my neck. The scent… Oh, it was wonderful.

“Oh, shit!” my Goddess moaned. “Shit, Mark, she’s making me cum! What a mouth. What a mouth this whore has!”

“Good, slut,” my God growled. His hand cracked down on my ass. “Your cunt is nice and tight. Mmm, I’m gonna flood it with so much jizz.”

“Please, please,” I moaned. “Please flood my unworthy pussy!”

She ground Her divine pussy on my face as She kept cumming. I licked and flailed as His strokes grew faster, harder, more erratic. His balls were full of cum aching to flood into my pussy. I trembled, holding off my orgasm, wanting to celebrate when He flooded my cunt.

It would be beautiful.

“Fucking whore,” He snarled and buried His dick into my depths.

My God erupted into me.

I came as the moment I felt His first blast of cum splash into my cunt. My pussy spasmed on His wonderful dick, milking His cum into my fertile depths. My vision fuzzed dark as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt rolled through me. I bucked and moaned as He pumped more and more of His Divine seed into me.

I could conceive a child. A god’s child.

A second orgasm exploded through me. I screamed my pleasure into Her pussy. I lapped and licked as the pleasure boiled through me. He thrust a final time. My pussy milked the last drops of His cum out of His dick. The pleasure peaked inside of me.

Ecstasy.

Rapture.

I pleasured two Living Gods.

I trembled as the bliss carried me off into heights I had never experienced. I rode the waves of pleasure. Everything faded but the worshipful rapture spasming out of my cunt and bathing my mind in ecstasy.

And then it withdrew. I groaned, trembling, breathing heavily as the pleasure faded. My eyes fluttered open. My cheek lay on the cold, linoleum floor. My body buzzed with excitement. I pushed myself up, His cum flooding into my panties. The gusset had moved back into place after He pulled out of my depths.

His seed was trapped in me. I hoped I conceived His child.

I pushed myself up with a groan. My Gods had settled back into their chairs, both flushed and happy, His arm around Her shoulders. I pushed down my skirt and looked for my chart. I came in here for a reason.

I snagged Xiu’s chart up and turned to the bed, checking her vitals as a nervous tremble washed through me. Should I have turned my back on the Gods? Should I have said something? What was the protocol for acting around a god?

Unsure, I focused on my work, marking the updates onto her chart.

“How is she?”

I jumped and squeaked. My God had spoken to me. I whirled around, staring down at the floor, afraid to look Him in the eyes. “She is doing well, um…?” How did you address a god? I settled for, “Sir,” while fearing it would not be good enough. “She is not out of danger, but she should recover, sir.”

“Good,” He sighed.

“I… um… if you would excuse me, Sir,” I stammered. My face flushed in embarrassment. They did not teach you how to address a living god in medical school. “I-I have other patients… unless you want me to stay?”

“No, no,” He said, waving His hand, dismissing me.

I walked out of the room, floating with exultation, my pantyhose torn, my face flushed, my makeup smeared. Her juices adorned my face. His cum filled my pussy. I was touched by the Divine. Special.

I beamed as I continued my rounds.

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Lucifer – The Abyss

I floated in the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss. From here, I could spy upon the Mortal World, as close as I could come to escaping the prison. It was both a punishment and a blessing. A punishment showing what was denied me, the world I should rule, and a blessing because I could plot and orchestrate. I could study the souls of men, predict the future, then figure out how to influence to my design.

I shone as bright as the sun watching the vermin scurry about. Humans. The very word left a bitter taste on my lips. Those disgusting, vile things that infested my earth. To think the Creator would have had me bow down before such weak and selfish beings. As if I, the Son of the Morning, who once led the Hosts of Heavens, would kneel before the worms who crawled in the filth.

Alas, only a third of the Host shared my opinion, and I was struck down by my brother, Michael, and cast out of Heaven for my rebellion.

So, I turned my attention to those first humans: Adam, Lilith, and Eve. Lilith, Adam’s first wife, corrupted herself, refusing to serve her husband and jealous of his cock. She was swiftly replaced and cast out in favor of submissive Eve. Lilith, lost outside of Eden and burning with jealous anger, was easy to capture. I corrupted her and showed her how she could birth monsters to plague Adam and Eve’s descendants.

Adam and Eve were so easy to tempt into sin. Eve was so trusting. She was long accustomed to conversing with my brethren in the Garden and gladly ate from the Tree of Knowledge when I suggested it to her. When Adam found his wife, and she showed him the fruit, he knew exactly what the apple represented

But the lust for Power blossomed in his soul, and man sinned for the first time. My amusement as they were cast out of the Garden was only temporary, however, as more and more disgusting humans were born.

So, I committed more mischief. Set the humans to worshiping false idols, lying with their women and producing the Nephilim, the great, giant men. I urged the humans to greater and greater wickedness. But my mischief was only tolerated for so long before I was chained in the Abyss by the Creator and his minions, the priests and priestess possessing the Gift of the Spirit.

Long had I plotted, long had I manipulated the destiny of man. Long had I awaited a pawn to shatter the chains of the Abyss. And today, all those schemes had finally born fruit. I peered into the Mortal World, at the entrance to a street where the foolish sheep gathered, bleating their praise for Mark Glassner.

All of my enemies played right into my hands. My brother Gabriel missed the subtle manipulations to the future I created, allowing me to guide him into making one, fateful mistake. To attempt to kill Mark Glassner in the most spectacular way possible. Thanks to my interference, all the myriad ways which Gabriel could have defeated Mark appeared too risky, leaving today’s attempt as the only viable plan.

And Gabriel took the bait, the fool.

Now, two of his priestesses were dead and the third passed her gift to my pawn, Mark Glassner. The stupid Tiffany Sullivan was tempted by love. I once told Lilith all the things men would do for love, and Tiffany did not disappoint me. She betrayed her side just to spend the brief moments of her life with her “true love.”

I smiled in pleasure, thinking of Lilith. Another enemy who played her part exquisitely.

Lilith believed she was better than the humans, convincing herself of her greatness. But she was once one of those rutting beasts and was just as easy to manipulate. I gave Lilith the tiniest bit of freedom, allowing Mark and Mary to summon her, and she acted so predictably. I knew her scheming, lust-filled soul so well I could easily anticipate what she would do. As I told her, everything she does serves my ends. Oh, she didn’t believe me. Lilith foolishly thinks she was the master of her own fate, but she would learn I have always been her master.

Today, she healed Mark Glassner for me. She thought her actions served her selfish interests. And thanks to the humans’ technology, the entire world was witnessed to the “Miracle,” and the foolish sheep were deluding themselves into believing that Mark was special, was divine.

Was a god.

The blind sheep will worship Mark. They will love him. He will be their false savior, leading mankind astray. And as more and more of those foolish sheep bleat his praise, the chains of the Abyss will weaken. But, first, a savior needs to rescue his people from danger.

My gaze shifted to Lilith, flickering in and out of reality around the slumbering Karen in the house in Seattle. She was attended by her “priestesses,” former sluts of Mark freed by Lilith, and a coven of lesbian Wiccans who followed and worshiped her.

And that will be my sweet, stupid Lilith. Soon her vessel will be born, and she will escape the Abyss. She will carve out her own kingdom to rule. Her lust for power, her hatred of men, will lead her to contend with Mark. She will not be able to stop herself. And the sheep will thank him when he rides in on his white horse and frees them from her tyranny.

And when he kills her, I will be free.

I had won. I just had to wait for the dominoes to topple and fall.

And the next domino was in position. Brandon Fitzsimmons was on his way to his meeting with Professor Scrivner. So much chaos would be sowed. The barrier would weaken more and more as faith in the Creator dwindled, dwindled, dwindled…

And vanished.

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