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"Yes, we enter through a crossroad. Have your fun." He put his hand on my back and we walked through the road heading towards a forest. The moment we walked between two trees we were instantly somewhere else.
Darkness consumed something inside me. Not danger, and I could see everything. But a feeling. Almost familiar as if I’d felt it before. It was if we were in the same place before, in the forest, yet a different, I don’t know, realm? The trees looked to be hundreds of years old, and still filled with life. The sun was still there and blocked by the trees, yet tinted crimson. Not what I expected Hell to look like by any means. In the silence between us, I could hear nature.
"Open your mind, Puppy. What you read about were just stories made up to make you believe in something fictitious. Things flourish in Hell. The wicked are not on this plane. That’s why they call it the 'pit of Hell'."
What was there to say? Nothing; and so I didn’t speak. I kept walking with him until we hit a clearing with what looked like a Dracula mansion. Huge, brick with steeples. Not tortuous or abandoned. Yet dark. The darkness seemed to never fade.
"Welcome home," he whispered in my ear.
When we entered Lucifer’s home, it was almost modern yet old fashioned inside. There were old paintings from years before my time and further back to times I hadn’t known existed. The floors were marble and the furniture is what was modern. A red chaise lounge was up against one side of a wall while there was modern chic chairs on the other side. Chandeliers marked the ceilings that we’re absolutely gorgeous. I would have never in a million years been able to afford even one of them.
The stairs Lucifer was leading me to wound loosely and I was literally in awe. He led me up the stairs and turned left. There was a door at the end of the hall that we were clearly heading for. We stopped right at the door. Before we entered, he turned to look at me, and smiled that devilish grin (pun absolutely intended), then turned back and opened the door.
The first thing I noticed was the bed. It was definitely a California King with silk black sheets and a poster including the black curtains that were drawn to go with it. Everything was black. The window curtains, the carpet, even the walls and furniture. There was a chandelier hanging above me. Seems like he’s into those, but no complaints here.
Lucifer picked me up and threw me on the bed, and in an instant, he was on top of me.
"Now, where were we." He said almost as if he was hungry.
Immediately, one of his hands grabbed the back of my hair, while the other was ripping my teddy off. His mouth met mine, and I responded. Hell, if I wasn’t going anywhere, and he technically owned me, might as well let this happen, right?
The hand that ripped my teddy pulled one of my thighs open, and he started grinding into me. I met him with my pelvis, pushing, wanting more. It caused Lucifer to groan into my mouth, which was my encouragement to get more into it. My hands started roaming. From his back to his hair, I held on, begging for more. I found his chest trying to take his suit jacket off, but he stopped me.
"Not yet, Puppy. I control things here. You’ll come the way I make you." He began to kiss me again, allowing me to at least run my fingers through his hair again and continue to grind with him. His tongue found mine and we danced in each other’s mouths.
The hand that was holding my thigh reached up and found one nipple and began to play. He ran his finger on it until it was hard, then began to pinch it a bit just to cause a smidge of pain. I jumped a little but enjoyed it. His fingers then went to my soaking wet pussy and just lightly brushed the wetness. They went back to my nipple and the cold wetness felt so good.
I was writhing and moaning in his mouth. I would ask please if I could, but his tongue never left my mouth. And then he was no longer on top of me. I shook with need, and he stood in front of the bed, smiling that smile, beginning to take his clothes off. He did it slowly; agonizingly. Torturous man.
When he removed his pants, I could see the bulge in his boxer briefs. He was big. Like big. I didn’t think this man would fit inside me. Another knowing smile and he took his underwear off. I swear it was at least 9 inches in length and 3 inches around.
Again, that smile. "Come, now. You didn’t think the King of Hell was packing it? I will admit I’ve had many lovers over the years between men and women, and yet, they all accommodated, as you will. Don’t fret. I’ll be gentle. At first."
With that, he climbed back on top of me, grabbed my hair once more and kissed me one more time. He let go and moved down so he was on his knees in front of me. Lucifer rubbed his huge cock up and down my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. He lifted one of my thighs up and began to slowly enter inside of me. Instantly, with just his head, I felt the stretching. It wasn’t painful, but I definitely felt the pressure and was grateful for his kindness to go slow at first. Literally at first.
After maybe two inches we’re inside of me, he slammed all of the rest of him to the hilt. I felt a little pain that time, and my half cry, half moan made it pretty obvious. He leaned down and whispered "I told you it would accommodate."
He stayed there, not moving. I assumed he was waiting for the queue that he was good to go, but I assumed incorrectly. Before I had a chance to do anything, he pulled almost all the way out. Instead of slamming back in like I had expected, he slowly entered back in, again to the hilt. I moaned again and met him with my pelvis asking for more.
Still holding my thigh, he pushed it back so my knee met my breast and began to slowly thrust, looking into my eyes. "So tight," he whispered. I began to enjoy his whispering. It was as if he were telling me a secret. It was hot. His thrusts became faster, but no too fast so we could enjoy the moment. I continued to meet his every thrust, ensuring he got as deep in as he could. He began to grind when we met each other, and I started to cry out louder, almost falling apart. I was almost there.
"Please," I whined.
"Yes, Puppy. Now you may come for me."
I was almost there when he stopped. "Look at me."
I did, and he went back to business. We looked into each other’s eyes as we met each other. I was literally almost there. He let go of my thigh, and I wouldn’t dare move it. He moved his hand to my pussy and started to rub his thumb on my clit, causing me to cry out even louder.
"Lucifer!" I yelled.
"That’s a good girl, come for me."
The words of my encouragement, I came, still looking into those eyes. The eyes of determination and need. He came almost instantly as I did; just a few short thrusts later. Not needing to thrust harder or faster. My falling apart smashed him into pieces before me.
He laid on top of me, laboring our breath together in pure bliss.
Instantly, my brain kicked in. 'Oh. My. God. I just fucked Lucifer. My dad would disown me if he ever knew this.’
Lucifer picked me up and lifted the covers to tuck me in. He didn’t lay with me, however.
"My love, I have some work to do. Sleep. When I return, there will be plenty more ravishing." With that, he kissed me on the lips, and he was gone.
I felt like I couldn’t sleep, but as soon as I tried to start thinking about things and try to wrap my head around this, I stretched and passed out.
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