Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2021 12:41:26 +0000 From: encolpius1@protonmail.com Subject: Devil's Hollow 11 DEVIL'S HOLLOW By Encolpius DISCLAIMER: This story contains elements of theistic Satanism Feedback is appreciated. Write to encolpius1@protonmail.com Remember that Nifty needs your help! Hit the donate button! ELEVEN Satan was a young man in the prime of manhood. Golden haired, a little spash of hair on his chest. Perfectly formed. He shimmered with a golden light. He said nothing. The space was dark, a maze of black rooms. Paul heard the sounds of sex: bodies slapping together, moaning, rhythmic movement. Satan was sitting on a bench in a small room. Next to him a woman lay on her back her legs splayed apart and a man between them pleasuring her orally. Nearer to Paul there was a man feeding his cock into a pussy from behnd, the woman against the wall with her legs apart and her back arched, taking it willingly. "Is this how you spend eternity?" Paul asked "This is how part of me spends eternity. I am not bound by space and time to be in one place or the other. But it is wonderful, isn't it?" Paul looked around, peeked into the next room and saw bodies intertwined in throes of passion. He could feel the overwhelming lust, the highly charged erotic power. And Satan was beautiful. "I suppose it is" Paul admitted. "It is" Satan insisted. He stood up and Paul looked at his perfectly formed cock as he unconsciously reached down to stroke his own. . "You understand a great deal more than you did before" Paul nodded. "I understand the closeness to the divine comes when you lose yourself, either in passion or mood altering situations, drugs or meditation. That's when you know the reality of the divine, the forces than defy the natural laws" Satan took him by the arm and led him through the maze, men and women, men with men, young boys and young girls, women on women, boys together - up and out of the darkness. They emerged to a mountain top terrace, overlooking a green verdant valley. Hell was a far more beautiful place than Paul had anticipated. "We are not all powerful or even all knowing. Both Yahweh and I are limited by the rules of the primordial reality that gave birth to us. That primordial reality gave life to all things, us as gods and you as humans. To all things good and evil. And in the end, the universe is amoral. Niether good nor evil. It just is. The evil that is done is the evil we bring" "Is Yahweh more powerful than you?" Satan smiled. "No. But he is crafty and singleminded. He has gathered around him angels that are absolutely devoted to him for reasons I don't understand. They believe his lies even when the lies are obvious. They glory in his pettiness and call it greatness. It is in the nature of chaos and magic and possibilities to be unfocused and he has temproratily gained the upper hand. But I have a cunning plan that is almost complete. I have a mission for you. You are my Eve, so to speak. You must select another to be your helpmeat. To be your Adam." "And what made you select a gay pedophile for this grand reset?" Paul asked. Satan smiled again. "Surely the asymmetry of it is obvious in it's symmetry" Paul thought about it and smiled, shrugging. Gay men were an affront to Yahweh becuase the only sexual union he could recognize or conntenance is between stronger and weaker, the male physically stronger and the female subservient. Two males, one giving and the other taking, with the possibility of switching roles was outside of his narrow blinkered plan. And then older and younger, where the older has physical power over the younger and perhaps psychological but younger party has the true power over the older. It was the perfect inversion. "I don't suppose it can be Dagan" Paul said. Satan waited patiently and did not contradict him. "I would pick Chemosh. My grandson" Satan smiled and nodded. "It is wisdom" he said He was in the forest again, gone from Hell. In the clearing, Paul was standing with young Chemosh beside him. They were both naked. Paul was in the prime of young manhood, a muscular youth. His pects and abs were like armor, the grooves and indentations of his arms and legs definite and cut. He did not have an erection but his cock felt alive and swollen. It would take nothing for him to be hard. And then he saw Chemosh. Black headed, a circlet of black hair around his growing cock and full balls. He had the barest hint of muscles in his growing body. He was alluring. Erotic. Preacher Joe was standing behind him holding the boy at the shoulders. Paul went and took the fruit from the tree. "If you eat of this you will not surely die" Paul said, handing Chemosh the fruit. "You will become like one of the Gods" Chemosh took the fruit and ate it lustily, the juice of it on his face. "What happens now?" Preacher Joe asked. "Something beautiful. True salvaton" Paul answered. The room was dark. The only light was the shimmering golden hue from Satan. Dagan and Aamon where there. maled too. Dagan was closer in physical maturity to Chemosh and Aamon closer to Paul. He took a deep breath and was certain of what came next In Yahweh's version of events, making the moral choice led to punishment. An animal had to be sacrificed to provide the skin to cover their sin. This was done by Yahweh after their own attempts at atonement with the fig leaves had failed. That need for a living sacrifice in atonement of sin would led inexorably to the Cross of Calvary. But both he and Chemosh had eaten of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil and neither of them felt ahamed or guilty. "We're gong to have sex, right?" Chemosh asked "Yes" Satan said "Sex is good" Chemosh said Paul looked at his young grandson and realized he was right and that it only made sense. Yahweh's price for atonement required blood. Satan's price involved other bodily fluids. And Aamon and Dagan were begotten of Satan. Their sacifice would be sexual and Humanity would gain salvation from the outset. But was it older with younger or agemate with agemate? Paul wanted Aamon and that was what mattered. He pressed his body against the demon's hard, lean frame. He pressed his mouth against Aamon, tongue to tonue, lip to lip. Their bodies, masculine and muscular, hard, against one another, both of their dicks hard. Chemosh had not been any more shy and Paul knew he had selected well. The boy might have been even a split second sooner on his demon from Hell. Paul knew that he was going to have Aamon's fine hard uncut cock, thick and long, in his mouth. He sank to his knees and opened up to take him down. Now after years removed , he was a far more experienced cocksucker than he had been when he stumbled drunk and angry into the forest and was led away by the young boy version of Aamon. He had ravished the boy then, hairless and slight and beautiful and erotic. This version of Aamon had the look and smell of a man. He had the feel of a man. The pinpricks of the scruff on his face against Paul's face. The muscles. The sweaty pheromones. It was erotic too in its one way. Paul was on his knees, worshipping the demon's cock. He pulled the foreskin up and over it, nibbling on it, playing with it. It felt good to Aamon and he sighed. That they had the foreskin, that Paul had been given his back, was a sign that their God, the great God, had not required pain and mutilation as a condition of covenant. They had no covenant wiht their Giod, just freedom. Paul freely gave Aamon all the pleasure he could. He wanted to ravish him, he was insanely attracted to him, no doubt due to the power of the lust in that space, but Paul was also deeply grraeful to Aamon. He had been the agency of Paul's freedom. Of course, Yahweh's sacrifice would involve death and blood. Satan's would involve sex. It was pure. He took the cock down and worked with his tongue and lips. He loved the fullness and hardness in his mouth. He tugged at Aamon's generous balls. He smelled him, his nose in his golden pubes. He worked a finger back between his firm glutes and into the crack to play with his hole. To rub the sphincter. Aamon would bottom. He would take it. There was no question. Missionary. Paul smiled ruefully at the irony of it. The Christian missionaries had insisted that face to face was the only acceptable way that Yahweh would allow for man and woman - married of course -- to mate. Of course, a man and a male demon coupling outside the bonds of any matrimony out of pure lust and need made a mockety of it and Yahweh must be mocked. His pretentions and prudery should be ignored and riduculed. Paul's hard dick slide into Aamon's waiting hole. Aamon stroked his hard dick and sighed loudly, with satisfaction, as Paul slide into him. Paul could see that Chemosh was prepared to do the same to Dagan, Paul's beloved companion, but doggy as the Great God himself in the flesh an din person stood over them and masturbated. Balls deep. All the way. Paul put his hands on Aamon's broad strong shoulders and began to fuck him. Slowly. Deliberately. Aamon had the look of the pain of pleasure on his face. He was loving it. Paul was filled with lust. With need, With desire. It was delicous. It was thrilling. He fucked him as Aamon called out to Satan in awe, in gratitute. Both of them were swimming in the power of Satan's lust, barely above water, sufring the waves of it, living a year in each second. He banged his ass. Paul banged Aamon's ass hard. He could the look of sheer ecstasy on the face as he jackhammered him. Aamon stroked his hard cock until Paul reached and cupped his balls up. Aamon's hand went away and Paul took his hardness in his hands and stroked that dick lovingly. He was beautiful, every inch of him was beautiful. His tool was a thing of exquisite beauty and Paul wanted this most alluring demon, the one that hap opend his world and helped him to freedom, to draw every ounce of pleasure from it. Aamon's balls were tight up against his body. He was close. He laid his head back and sighed. In an explosion so great that the pleasure of orgasm also washed over Paul, Aamon came. Gobs of white pearly cum flew out of his cock, coating his torso "I almost came too" Chemosh said, echoing Paul's thoughts. But Paul wasn't quite finished and Aamon just moaned. But the power of that orgasm had put Paul close. He rammed himself in hard, fast, brutal and then he knew. He was ging to cum. All he could was fuck and go on. "Oh fuck" Paul called out "Fill me up" Aamon whispered. It was glorious when it happened. Beyong imagining. Transcendnt. He filled Aamon up. That only spurred Chemosh and Dagan on. The two young ones had outlasted them but not by much. Again, Dagan came first and it was so powerful that Paul, now post orgasmic, caught a bit of his ecstasy. Chemosh couldn't last any longer after that. The room was empty but for Paul, Chemosh and the Lord Satan. "I do not require a covenant with you, no contract" Satan said "but I do desire communion with you, my people" Chemosh looked at Paul and then back at Satan and smiled. He grabbed his cum covered cock and pulled on it. He was rubbing his crotch. Chemosh knew instrinctively. In a trance world, in a dream state, a fugue, the same God entered them both at the same time. His fullness added to them. He was floating in the sea of the universe, movement of a full thick member in his ass. He was hard and lusty about to burst with cum and orgasmic pleasure despite having just done so. He was getting fucked slowly and sensually by an expreienced cock. He felt Satan enter his mind. He felt himself enter into the mind of his God, For a brief time became one even as he did the same as Chemosh. In fact Paul was as united with young Chemosh as with the God Satan. For a time, he knew what his God knew. He knew what Chemosh felt and thought. He had lost himself. Satan expertly manipulated the pleasure centers of Paul's brain, maximizing his sensation, his pelasure. Taking him close but not there. It was tantric. Just there, hoveeing on the brink of orgasm ans the heat and motion slowly, aginizingly slowly ramped up. How long? How long had he hovered there? Paul knew that time literally had no meaning. He was sticky and sweaty from having cum on himself a hundred times or a thousand, each more powerful thant the last, each orgasm supassing the other. Then, in a blinding flash, both he and Chemosh took Satan's load. His seed unto them. Paul and Chemosh found themselves naked in the ccenter square of the village. The mountains were gone and the green verdant valley was hot and dry. What mountains could be made out were far distant, far across the steppe. The colors were brown and tan and dark green. But the forest remained. Unlike the original Adam and Eve, they would continue to have access to the Tree of Life.