So I had this theory about why Lucifer fell from grace
DISCLAIMER:none of the characters in this story are belong to a variety of silly old men in turbans.
The sun was shining brightly over the roofs and gardens of then, it always was.
In one of the beds in the high-ceilinged dormitory of the angels, a figure stretched his shimmering white wings and slightly in the coldness of the hall, he slipped out of his cot, pulled on one of his many long white angelic gowns ("fucking nightgowns" he thought, not for the first time) and beat his wings twice, hard, soaring up through the bright sleeping was he feeling good today!No reason not to, night had been the best of his memory made him closed his eyes blissfully, savoring the rush of air over his body, and remembered.
It had been difficult to find Him alone.A a norm, the Lord was almost perpetually surrounded by a steady stream of servants busily praising, working, creating, that evening he had been he entered His room, no one else was heart gave a small flutter.
"Father?"He called uncertainly
"Ah, is the matter?I sense your doubt."
"Oh it is nothing much, father, only...the storm of my emotions which so flares in your presence."
"And which emotions are those?"
Lucifer was silent for a moment, his pulse throbbing in his ears under the gaze of the , he spoke.
"I love you no less than any of the others, but for me these feelings are also tinged by, dare I say it...lust."He glanced nervously at The Creator, whose gaze was impassive as ever.
"I have these emotions led you to long for courses of action which may be regarded as sinful?"
Lucifer felt his cheeks warm."Yes, father."
"Then would it not be wise if you articulated them and were so freed from their corruptive influence?"
He felt himself harden under his gown.
"If I may, father, I believe I have a better solution."
And so, slowly, he leaned over to where God, the creator of all things, was seated, and crushed his lips against the same time he reached down and slid up the flowing robe of the lord to reveal his large already-hard cock.
The lord was flushed, looking at him with wonder and distinct breaking eye-contact, Lucifer lowered his head until he was level the lord's erect , gently, never breaking eye contact, he began running his tongue over the lords testicles, savoring his soft moans of he began lightly caressing the tender skin of the lord's inner gazed mischievously at god.
"Do you want me to put your dick in my hot mouth?"He purred, smiling.
"Oh... —!Please put it in."
"Do you want to feel my wet tongue on your dick?Do you want me to make you come in my mouth while you're moaning my name?"
"Fuck...yes!"He gasped.
And so, pursing his lips, he plunged it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and working his hand up and down rhythmically around the hot, pulsating felt the lord go up, he saw that he had closed his eyes and parted his lips, oblivious to everything in his took his own cock into his hand and started jerking himself off while he continued to stimulate the lord with the hot wetness of his mouth.
"Faster..." he heard him obeying, he increased his tempo felt himself getting closer to coming as the lord lost himself in lust beneath , with cry of ecstasy that rang through the hall, the lord came and shot his hot semen into lucifers aroused thereby, he himself felt the blissful sensation of an orgasm spreading throughout his body as he came, shuddering, onto his a moment, they stayed, panting, lingering in the moment, before finally the lord said in a relatively even voice.
"You should go."
Lucifer nodded, stood up, and went from the hall.