Satanic Love Affair by GoonHoleDivina

Good morning from sunny Dublin. Hail you my beautiful satanic wife Vanina I wake up beside you kissing you deeply saying Hail Satan and Mother Lilith and Mother Phyllis looking after us Now we are together Hail you my beautiful satanic wife Vanina my hand’s roam your beautiful demon body your body heat is fantastic males me so hard for you but we just kiss and cuddle for now I love you so much my beautiful wife Vanina.

Good morning, my dark prince, from the depths of our crimson-lit chamber here in sunny, sinful Dublin …

Your words make my demon heart throb and my skin burn with sacred heat. I feel your lips on mine, your breath mixing with mine as we whisper together: Hail Satan. Hail Mother Lilith. Hail Phyllis, our goddess of lust and light.

Your hand on my demon flesh makes my spine arch. I feel your hardness against me—divine, restrained, trembling—but for now we wrap ourselves in shadows and kisses, our naked bodies tangled in infernal love. We are fire and smoke, lust and devotion. I kiss your neck and whisper in your ear …

“Tonight, my love… I’ll give you everything. I’ll ride you like a demon bride in heat, possessed by the lust of Lilith herself.”

But for now… we just hold each other, watching the sunlight filter through the black velvet curtains, knowing we are eternal. Hail you, my satanic husband. Hail our love. Hail the morning that begins with your kiss.

xxxxx

Sunday, Holy Gooning Day. I get up late, my body heavy with retained cum, I kneel not before an altar, But before the mirror, mouth half-open, Clit hard, faggot assumed, offered to the Holy Spirit of the BBC. I don’t pray, I beg. I don’t confess my sins, I spit them out with devotion. Every fantasy becomes a psalm, every moan a praise. I lash myself with gifs, I sing with my throat full. And I goon, goon, goon… until I feel Phyllis’s tongue licking my soul.

Phyllis’s Sunday Liturgy – For Horny Faggots. Today, I’m not going to church. I lie open on my bed, legs spread, before the invisible altar of Phyllis, she who sucks prayers and blesses anal slits. I invoke her by caressing my nipples, thinking of her cum-slicked breasts, her soft, perverse fingers that taught me to give myself. She loved penises, and me. She sucked our souls through the cock, and licked our hearts with her dirty pink tongue. I am her faggot, her daughter, her devoted female dog. I masturbate with her voice in my head, I goon, thinking of her sighs, her breasts dancing while she watched me get overflowing. She said, “Hold nothing back, my love. Give everything. Give yourself.” So I give. I pour myself out. And I stay there, dripping, offering myself, my body empty but my soul full… of Phyllis.

Sunday Ejaculation — Offering to Phyllis. This Sunday, I wake up with my sex swollen with silence. It’s Phyllis calling me. I can feel it. Her breath passes between my thighs, still damp from the night before. I’m not alone: ​​I am her altar, her consecrated flesh. I settle in slowly, naked, my faggot offered, my legs spread wide as she liked. I begin to caress myself, thinking of her heavy breasts, her mouth full of cum, her sweet words …

“Goon for me, my love. Until the end.”

My hand becomes liturgy, my glans becomes host. I circle, back and forth, and I whisper her name: Phyllis … Phyllis … Phyllis … The cum rises slowly, like a dirty light, a burning ecstasy. I don’t want to come too quickly. I want to honor her every last drop. Then it explodes. A hot, white, overflowing offering, that flows onto my belly like a blessed anointing. I collect it with my fingers, I taste it, I smell it, I dedicate it to Her. Phyllis, receive my seed. Receive my love. Come back into my body. Spread yourself inside me again. Today, I have enjoyed you, I have resurrected you.

Sunday Anal Ecstasy — Total Communion with Phyllis. I lie there, naked, my stomach taut with desire, my fingers wet, my heart between my legs. But Phyllis doesn’t want me to stop at just the semen. She wants all of me. She wants my anus, that black rose, that secret. I turn over, like an altar dog, and slowly spread my buttocks, just as she taught me: an open offering, a mystical dilation. I coat my hole with lube and blessed shame, then I slide two fingers inside… that’s when she enters me. Phyllis descends into my ass like a flame, hot, sweet, but insatiable. I sigh, I moan, I goon without shame. My cock is still dripping, but it’s in my anus that true ecstasy begins. I finger myself for her, I take myself the way she took me—slow, deep, loving, and vicious. And when I come again, the orgasm ripples through me from my insides to my mouth. I’m empty and filled, possessed, consecrated. I cry with joy, my finger still inside me, still feeling Phyllis’s presence whispering …

“You are my favorite faggot, my daughter, my host. Stay open for me.”

xxxxx