Writer: Destiny1961
Subject: Lunch With Lucifer
Link: LS666 Email / 04.01.2024
Lunch With Lucifer
We believe at times Satan and his demons will visit or join us. We call on their help for anything from money to transformation. Some want to see into the future. Usually, as I take “poppers” and mild hormone pills, I have thoughts of stronger stuff.
I have come to realize, that ever since I made a bigger commitment to my spiritual guides, my breasts seem to be growing and getting more sensitive. My asshole has got this itch. It’s not like allergic, but when I slide a finger or toy inside, it’s like an itch that sets off a feeling of ecstasy — so much so that when my poppers take effect — I just lay back and close my eyes and call for acceptance and help from those evil spirits.
As I open my “inner eyes” I am in a dark room lit by candles. In the center is a pentagram on the floor and a table in the center of it. The table is round with another pentagram on top, surrounded by candles. There are two chairs. There, sitting in one of them is Lucifer himself. I see his wings. As he stands up, I see that he’s fully naked. He’s the most beautiful angel.
No introduction is needed as I know it is he, Lucifer. He is gorgeous in a non-binary way.
“Take off your clothes and sit down,” he says, “We have no secrets or regrets here.” I remove my clothing and walk over. He pulls out my chair. “A man pulls out the chair for his bride.”
I picture two things.
First is scripture about being the “Bride of God” and then, as a bride, I would take the female role. On the table is some bread, a chalice, and a bong. Although naked, I do not see his body as more of his essence.
“I know you have the will to serve me. And you come of your own free will to me,” he says as he reaches across the table, “Let me take you where you need to be.”
I feel this energy go through me as he holds my hands.
”You must open your mind and spirit. Know that anything is possible in my dark world.”
Then I remember another reference to “The Last Supper”.
“Let us share ‘The Last Lunch’… ”
As the old fades and the new begins.
“Trust me,” he says as he hands me the bong.
I look in his eyes as I take a long slow hit from it and the feeling is something wild. It’s like poppers and weed mixed but my body also starts to feel limp — almost like clay or silly putty.
“I want to hold you,” he says, “But first, consume that which is your Dark Lord.”
We drink from the cup. It’s very strong. We eat the bread, which is also a drug. Again, he reaches across the table and takes my hands.
“Close your eyes. Picture how you’d want to be.”
I get tingles as my body hair vanishes. I feel the stretching in my chest as my boobs grow. They’re not huge but enough to be titty-fucked. As my ass grows, so does my dick. He senses my dismay.
“Don’t worry,” he says.
He already knows that I do not want to be a genetic but rather a transwoman.
“Let go of that masculine spirit!”
I start to feel like a woman.
“To be truly feminine means more than just sexual contact but passion with men. Daddy wants to meet you. He wants you to be made like this.”
Then, unlike the ways of my old world, where a judge makes the decision, all that is needed is to say “Yes,” when Daddy asks if I want to be his daughter.
“First, however, you must be made worthy,” Lucifer says as he stands and takes my hand.
The thought of being a daughter brings a strong feminine essence inside of me. I stand there. He is in front of me — the most beautiful angel ever created.
“What do you think?”
While I stand there, lust flows through my veins. I see a “handsome man” like a normal woman would. He hugs me tight.
“Do you want to be the daughter of the highest?” he asks as he kisses my neck, “I will prepare you.”
Lucifer kisses me passionately and I return it, just like a woman would. He grabs and cradles my cheeks, as I wrap my legs around him, and kiss him deeply. Then, something strange happens, as I felt a snake crawl down my leg. He spread my ass-cheeks so it could enter me. I feel it, as it moves inside me, and as if it is rearranging me from the inside.
“Do you still desire to be my whore?” He whispers.
I feel it’s no longer wrong but an honor as a sacred prostitute. The snake crawls out of my anus as he lays me across the ceremonial bed. It’s our wedding bed. This is where he’ll consummate your marriage. He sits on my chest and slides his cock between my breasts and puts his cock-head close to my lips. Precum flows into my mouth.
“Taste my precum!” he says.
He starts to fuck my mouth until he explodes over my face. His semen covers my eyes, like a blindfold.
“Put your trust in Lucifer,” he says, “Swallow my cum.”
He slides above my face and I open my mouth as he shoots another load. He then begins to throat-fuck me like a real call girl. His cock goes all the way in and out. He holds my head as he fills my belly. It tastes like a fine wine — he laid on top of me and we kissed deeply again.
“Your Daddy is close,” he says as he lifts my legs high.
He pushes inside of my anus. As he does, he squirts inside of me, lubricating my hole as I spread my legs to take him inside my ass-cunt. His cock reaches up inside me — until he almost reaches my most sacred part.
“No … this will be for your Daddy.”
He shoots inside me and my ass-cunt tingles. He slides his cock out of my bowels and I feel him get up. He guided me to my knees as I oozed.
“Is she ready?” Says a chilling new voice, “Lucifer, where shall I start?”
I am confused.
“If she accepts, then she must not be scared of the other side,” Lucifer replies.
But his voice is like many voices. I feel a hand on my head. I feel a heat coming from him. I know who he is. As the cum is removed from my eyes (like a blindfold being taken away), I look at his goat head and hairy feet.
I cannot explain it, but he makes me feel what a female would call the “essence” of a real man. Lucifer stands by as a witness.
“Do you accept him as your Daddy and Dark Lord?” asked Lucifer.
His cock seemed to grow longer and harder. His goat-like cock has a pointed head (like a pizzle) with a ribbed and bumpy shaft.
“Will you let me make you mine?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I answered in acceptance.
I look up almost hypnotically as his cock dances in front of me. I know he’ll shoot his load over my tits. He does. It’s sticky.
“Rub it into your tits,” he orders.
He rubs his cock over my face. No words are said. I just know to lick the ooze from his cock and then he holds my head. He slides into my willing mouth. It barely fits. But somehow, my mouth adjusts and he slides straight down my throat. His balls now rest on my chin as he slides down my throat.
He pauses for a moment and then lets loose his cum. I take it all. Again is like a drug. At this moment I realize, I am no longer male but a mixture. He pulls out and takes my hand. I am guided to the bed as he lays down. Lucifer takes my hand as if giving me a present and guides me to the bed. I get into position above his cock.
“You now belong to Satan!” He says as I slide down his cock
I ride him until he explodes inside my ass-cunt. I feel his semen ooze from me. I look up. He looks different — no longer demonic — but a man. I lay submissively as he slid deeply inside me. Daddy hits that place where Lucifer didn’t penetrate.
“Give me what I want!” He says as he shoves his cock so far that I feel my “doorway” open. His cum floods me. I feel his dark essence fill my spirit.
“Now, it is time to enjoy your new self,” he says as he stands over me.
Lucifer stands behind me. I get on all fours. They spit-roasted me. I am now his and it is time to go out into the world and enjoy my new body.
THE END