God is a Slut: Chapter Six

By E.L. Whitewall

Lucifer sets Rachel up on a date with Jesus Christ. Rachel learns quickly that it's not always wise to meet your heroes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E.L. Whitewall
• Release date: Apr 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463287019

E.L. Whitewall

I write erotica as a hobby. I generally write stories with fantastical elements, and try to explore different themes of sexuality. I believe that the relationships surrounding sex are as important as the sex itself for something to be erotic, so I do I my best to cultivate characters with fleshed-out intentions, emotions and power-dynamics.

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Chapter Five

Don’t Meet Your Hero

LUCIFER

I was in my usual black leather corset, black leather boots, black skirt, and fishnet stockings. Only now, my corset was pulled down to my ribs, my black skirt was hiked passed my hips, and my garters were digging into the fat of my ass as I was taken from behind. My full crimson thighs were spread in a V, my supple glutes rippling from the force of the pelvic blows that were being dealt to me. My spine was arching so concavely that my navel was level with my clit, my shoulder-blades protruded from my straining back, my arms shook in their straightened positions, my hands clawing at the wall. My head fell between my outstretched arms as a bead of sweat dripped down my brow and fell from the point of my nose. I panted and moaned in rhythm with the cadence of Jesus’s thrusts, my eyes widening with each bout of increasing pleasure. Two-thousand years ago, I had fucked Jesus much like this for his final test, and he had denied me. He was every bit as good now as he was then.

You said she was half-way gone? Jesus asked with a firm slap on my scarlet ass, Partially corrupted? Shouldn’t she already be yours?

Yes, but she stemmed it. I panted, savoring his hatred of me, the way he fucked me like he was trying to make a point.

How did she do that? Jesus asked, his fingers gripping me now, kneading deeply into the fat of my ass.

She damn near killed her immortal soul. I gasped, my head flinging upward, sending my black hair swinging in an arc, She fought herself until her soul resolved into two halves of a whole; I’ve never seen anyone do that before.

You’re desperate, Jesus laughed cruelly, you must be to come to me for help.

I am! I conceded through a yelp of pleasure, my back arching so dramatically that my breasts and face pressed against the stones of the wall, Rachel has denied me at every turn, even when I had her!

And now you’re whoring yourself out to me for favors? Jesus laughed, covetously squeezing my breasts, the soft flesh of protruding from his grasping fingers.

You won’t take any other currency, I smiled back at him, one side of my face grinding against the wall while the other revealed my mouth gaping in pleasure, and I don’t mind in the least.

I want you at my beck and call for a month.

A week, I groaned as I grinded my ass against him, and another week after if Rachel comes to my side.

And I get to do everything I want to you. Jesus growled, squeezing my breasts until they hurt in just the right way.

Anything! I whispered as I felt myself climaxing.

You know, Jesus laughed as he plowed into my sucking cunt, you could have just asked. I would have gladly turned Rachel against God for free.

Aaaaaaaah! Was my only response as my face wrenched upward, my eyes widening in ecstasy.

But since you’re paying me so generously, Jesus growled lowly in my ear, I’ll make sure to really try.

My body twisted about the axis of my undulating hips, trying to expel the crescendo of ballooning pleasure that radiated from my pelvis. Jesus moved with me, pounding me mercilessly, his cock splitting my insides without pause, each repetition only making it worse. Sweat poured down