Chapter 2

“So, if you were cursed to be female forever, how can you change shape?” I wondered while pounding Nicki’s fine demon ass in her true form.

“I ... can’t stay in those forms as long as I wish ... not if they’re male. My default form is female and so I tend to revert to the fair sex sooner or later. I have to admit, though, it can be a blessing in disguise. I can be far more ... seductive this way. And I can confirm that we girls actually enjoy sex a lot more than we pretend to the contrary. Often more than men do. Granted, I don’t have a prostate, but even so, I’m loving your cock up my booty!” Nicki admitted while Lilith fingered my backdoor.

“Well, I have to confess that I’m loving this, too!” I chuckled while letting one demoness finger my asshole and pounding the Devil herself.

“I will have to get back to work on this canon stuff, and I still have a day job, too, you know,” I warned Satan and her chosen consort.

“Ah, that’s no fun ... well, the day job part of it, anyway. Look on the bright side. After the Rapture, you can still be in charge of the world ... without having to worry about that Armageddon mess,” Lilith observed while still rubbing my prostate just right.

“It will cost me more blood on the damned Book of Revelation, but I reckon that you’re right. I’m gonna have to seriously either invest in a high-iron diet or write down that I’m a vampire. Come to think of it, a vampire ruler for Earth wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, would it? Like Dracula on steroids,” I licked my lips at that thought while enjoying Lilith’s fingers up my butthole and Satan’s tush that engulfed my cock.

“Write whatever you wish, babe. That’s the point. You can change the Scriptures drastically and Jehovah has already committed himself to the changes. He acted rashly, which he does at times. Now he’s stuck with whatever changes or revisions you make to his sacred text. He has appointed and commissioned you, a heathen so wicked that you were supposed to be the Antichrist, to edit and alter his Scriptures.

“What can he do now, without losing face or worse? Besides, he’s got his saints now ... I doubt that he will care much about Earth after that. He’s plagued by despair and self-doubt, after all,” Nicki reassured me while she teased me more with her luscious devil ass and pointed tail.

“Do it ... cum inside her tight, tight bottom ... flood the Devil’s bowels!” Lilith encouraged me as I pumped harder in and out of Nicki’s hot, crimson derriere.

“Do it ... fill my colon with your spunk, stud! Then claim dominion over this world! It is your destiny, anyway, only now it comes without the cost of eternal torment. It is high time that the seed of Cain and Naamah reign supreme at last! After all, as Tears For Fears sang, ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World.’ It’s just that you have a chance to do that yourself now,” Satan moaned as she clenched my cock with her anal walls and extracted every drop of my spunk into her colon.

It was some of the most intense pleasure imaginable as I spurted rope after rope inside the Devil’s ass. Lilith didn’t skip a beat, bending over next to her lover to welcome a still hard prick deep inside her incredibly smooth and slick bum. Her buttocks were a healthy shade of scarlet, too, as I plundered her booty and ravaged her rump. Her horns were adorable, just like Nicki’s, making me wonder how Jehovah could have ever rejected and resented such a charming imp.

I drilled Lilith’s sweet ass for what felt like another hour, pronging her backside to the greatest satisfaction for both of us. It was clear to me that Nicki and Lilith both had ulterior motives, but I had yet to see where their interests diverged from mine. Perhaps I would see it once we were done fucking, but I was in no hurry to stop that yet.

My sexual drought for the past few days since my three girlfriends found out about each other and dumped me ... well, it wasn’t too much fun. Yes, I was a two-timer, which might have been somehow linked to my earlier status as the designated Antichrist, I wasn’t too sure. Of course, a genocidal deity had no right to judge me for fucking around on my girlfriends. As “vices” went, they were poles apart.

Anyway, getting laid like this, by the Devil no less and her beloved bride, what could I say? What heathen lecher in his right mind would turn that offer down? That was particularly true when one considered that they offered me anal sex, bareback, with no danger of STIs, HIV, etc. Frankly, I could get used to this, if Nicki ever wanted an encore, no doubt of that. Lilith, too, of course, or even better, both of them.

I was never the one-woman type, naturally. It just wasn’t my way to decline a woman’s advances just because of another woman as if one was germane to the other. It was needless pain, sadness, rejection, and sacrifice for no clear purpose or objective. Hell, I sometimes fucked guys, too, especially twinks who liked to bottom. Maybe I was bisexual, not hetero, after all.

At last, however, Lilith squeezed my cock too hard and I erupted inside her butt, coating her pucker with my next, if smaller load. I pulled out of her tight end and she promptly sucked my dick straight from her own cornhole. When Nicki knelt to join her, one thing became very clear to me: at least from my own experience ... demons were nymphomaniacs. Well, devils, fallen angels were, at any rate ... and fallen humans like Lilith, of course.

“I kinda hope that isn’t the last time, baby. Feel free to come and join us here. This is Hell, after all. We’re perfectly safe to do it down here as much as you like ... with time to spare, too. Time operates a lot slower in Hell, after all. It’s been a year in Hell, but only an hour on Earth. If you ever want to see us again and fuck us down here ... or on Earth, just call our names ... we’ll listen for you. We don’t for everyone, but we will for you,” Nicki invited me now with a kiss and a wink, as did Lilith.

“Wait ... are you saying that the DEVIL and her favorite companion are my booty calls now?” I asked, my eyes bugging out of my head, wide as saucers.

“And any other devil in Hell, if they know what’s good for them. Every single fallen angel and other demon down here ... has to answer your call, no matter what it is. And not just for sex, either. And knowing them, they’ll do it gladly, too. You’re a hero now down here. You saved our tails, quite literally, from eternal torment.

“Believe it or not, you’re famous now ... especially since you almost became the Beast, the Antichrist. This is gonna sound cliche, but as of today, we are forever in your debt. And not only will the Devil have her due, but she’ll pay her debts, too,” Satan assured me now while Lilith and she groped me one last time.

“Well, there goes my dry spell, doesn’t it?” I chuckled as I vanished ... wait ... did I just enter and exit Hell on my own power and terms.

How fucking weird was that, I thought, just as I walked right into Jessica Beltran, one of my three most recent ex-girlfriends. In my own living room, as it happened. What was more, she wore nothing but one of my Star Trek T-shirts and her favorite terry cloth pajama bottoms. She just made herself right at home as she lived with me. The smile that she gave me was very bewitching, too, reflecting her sultry beauty that came from her mixed Mexican and French-Canadian heritage.

“Hey, honey ... you look better than ever!” Jessica told me with a steamy lip lock that she planted on me.

“Jess ... I thought that you dumped me ... for cheating on you!” I expressed shock.

“Oh, that? A stupid jealous temper tantrum, that’s all! So what if you fucked around on me? I felt like the worst sort of hypocrite this week ... and so horny ... and so sad ... and lonely ... so lost without you ... especially since I was cheating on you, too! In fact, the break-up was partly Tyler’s idea. He got tired of sharing me, so he told me about the other girls to break us up.

“Let’s brush that aside and focus on what matters: you yanking down these bottoms to fuck me like I badly need!” Jessica then dropped her jammies and bent over the armchair to urge me to fuck her hard from behind.

“Oh ... God ... fuck, Jessica ... we have to be quick ... I have a ... major ... project! I want to get a little further along in it ... but ... oh, fuck ... damn! Perfect ... so damn good ... how am I getting it up so soon after... ?” I struggled to say as my hard-on returned with shocking speed and I bottomed-out quickly inside her.

“After who ... Sandra ... or Rita? Or your ... other exes ... Angela, Pamela, Monica, Erica, Mary, and Tina, am I right about that? Sorry, I looked at your ... black book, if you will. Fascinating. You’ve had exactly nine girlfriends in your time. Three Latinas, one Brazilian, one sista, one Filipina, one Jew, one Arab, and one Italian! Quite a collection!” Jessica asked me while I rammed her balls deep and fondled those smooth, earthy buns of hers.

“Well, I’m more of a collector than a pump-and-dumper. They tend to dump me instead because I cheat and get caught or they want someone more... ‘serious,’ ... serious now? I got a sense of humor, sure, but I’m a grown-ass man who pays his bills, goes to work, votes, gives to charity now and then, and even helps my sister-in-law out now that my brother’s got himself indicted,” I scoffed while plowing her good and rough to her obvious delight.