As Papa Amos rose from Eve's bed, he recollected the sins of the previous night. He smiled at the thoughts that flooded his mind. Papa gazed upon Eve's picture perfect exposed body; so flawless, her essence his heroin. He snapped out of it and put his papal robe on and left Eve's chambers. Papa Amos knelt before the altar and prayed for forgiveness with little emotion, giving away the fact that he didn't care at all. He finally stood up and stared at the cross. An insult to his kind, he scoffed at the image. Eve found her way down to him, and kissed his burning lips with a smile. "Sister, We must be cautious with our actions" Papa stuttered "I've been thinking about me being a saint... and I hate it. I want to burn Papa. If last night is the promise hell holds, then give me all." she whispered. Papa Amos smiled devilishly at her statement. "would you like to see the real soul beneath this body, Sister Eve?" He questioned, his voice deafening. Eve could feel his heat, and viewed satan as her lord for a while, she was ready for anything. "I want the real, authentic you... If you are who I think you are.. then I'll give you everything you want." and with the blink of an eye, Papa Amos became jet black in color, and his eyes became white as the clouds that soared through the sky. his teeth sharpened, and tongue broke apart in half. the body of his now shedded skin lay on the floor, mangled. Papa's horns turned and curled, eventually ranging a meter in width. Eve was hypnotized by the beauty of the demon. "what is your real name, Papa?" Eve purred "Asmodeus" The demon sang back. Without hesitation, Eve pulled the tall man along and removed her bodily shelter, leaving nothing but sheer tights and a lace bra on her body. She wanted every last ounce of his chemical within her, she wanted her body ravaged by Asmodeus himself, She wanted to feel the earth crumble with her pleasure as she screamed his unforgivable name. Asmodeus tore through the tights and held his hands on her hips, ruthlessly thrusting himself into her petite body, destroying any purity she had left in her soul. Eve let out a gasp, this time his wand much larger, and thought about how he grew in all ranges during the transition. "flood my body with your sin, my dark lord" she gasped and huffed. "My darling, I have only just thrust once through your lips and you're already breathing heavily... I'm honoured" he pulled himself out once more and quickly pulled her hips to him with brute force. He groaned at her walls hugging his cock so tightly, her body already leaking out for him. He moved their position and carried her to a wall, leaving a trail of her nectar "you'll be unredeemable when we're done here.." Asmodeus growled into her ear before thrusting slowly in and out of her walls as they adjusted to each movement, which felt like heaven for the both of them. Asmodeus began thrusting faster, harder, with the minutes as they passed. A puddle of her waters formed below them, her body moving ruthlessly up and down the wall of the chapel, Asmodeus released his essence between her thighs, but refused to stop fucking her. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to let down the facade. Her broken halo appeared to adorn her head, and black wings pressed to the wall. another two arms forming under her human ones. Asmodeus saw this and bit her neck, binding the two for the rest of eternity. He tore a feather from her wing and wrapped his divided snake-like tongue around it, stimulating her more and more until they both came at once. He slipped his dick out of her now stretched secret chambers and licked the blood off her neck. He then let her down and tapped his neck, to which eve's eyes, entirely black, responded. She, without hesitation, teleported onto his shoulders and wrapped herself around, sinking her sharp teeth into his flesh, sucking a part of his soul into herself. She was lucky it was a church trip today, or everyone would have seen them like this. finally, her left eye became white, and his became black. this would show in their human form, too. at last, they returned to their human form, unpaused time, and went about their day.
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The Hands Of God
Supernatural
Dystopia
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Last updated: May 15, 2023
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