Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, but Harry Potter owns Satan and keeps him in a Mason Jar under his bed, and Satan owns a piece of string, and the piece of string owns Martha Stewart, and Martha Stewart owns nothing anymore because she is in jail, and Satan also owns her, because she is evil and possessed by him. takes breath Phew!
Where I left you off at: Satan has yet to reveal his feelings for Harry. The two had a lovely chat about hell, and Harry still has to tell his friends the great news. Okay, enjoy!
Harry sat at the kitchen table chewing on a piece of buttered toast, as Satan stood at the stove wearing an apron. He was frying eggs. The smell of food wafted through the open kitchen, and birds chirped merrily from outside the open windows.
It was a wide, white, friendly place. Quite a large cooking place for someone who never cooks. +cough+ Harry +cough+ The windows were stain-glass, and the counter tops were marble.
Satan gathered up some egg in a spatula, slid it onto Harry's plate, and brought it over, sitting it down in front of him. Harry licked his lips.
"You'll need this, my dear." Satan said seductively, tying a baby bib onto his neck. Harry smiled at him nervously.
"Yeah, thanks Lucy."
He dug in.
Satan had never seen someone eat with so much enthusiasm, so much speed, so much fury! So much PASSION!
It was turning Satan on.
"God, look how the food is splattering all down his bib, all over his face. I'd kill to lick that off right now, right off his scrumptious body. With my tongue all over him..all over his neck..."-
"Can I have some orange juice?" A voice interrupted the horny thoughts of the Devil. Satan stared at him, and shrugged.
"As you wish."
--------Later that day----
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. Satan and Harry sat in the garden on a checkered picnic blanket. They were sipping on glasses of lemonade, which tasted like heaven on a hot summer day like this.
Flowers and shrubbery and tress crowded around them, and bees buzzed happily about, minding their own business.
"You think this is beautiful? Wait until your eyes feast upon MY world. It's the most wonderful place there ever was." Satan rolled over onto his back, letting a friendly breeze ruffle his goatee. Harry's hair lifted up into the air gently, and fluffed about.
"Whatever. Look at the clouds." Harry laid back as well, and Satan took a delight that Harry was actually LAYING with him.
"Erm, you mean those dandruffy white balls of shit? They remind me of sperm when it clots."
Harry sat up.
"Um, okay forget about that. Let's do something else." Harry was suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable. Was it the fact that Satan thought clouds resembled sperm, or the fact that he was beginning to think that Satan was gay?
They sat in silence for a moment, listening to birds chirp and the busy him of bees.
"My penis is sore from laying. Don't mind me while I massage it for a bit." Satan suddenly stated, and put his hand down his pants.
"Oh my freakin God. Satan's jacking off to me?" Harry thought, and scooted away. He knew for sure now, he had made up his mind, he couldn't go to hell with Satan, not now.
Sure, it was possible that he COULD be massaging himself, but..Oh fuck it, he was totally jacking off. +cringe+
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[A/N: Hope you like the story so far. Though I'm surprised hardly anyone has reviewed yet. Please review! Good or bad, you can flame! Just don't tell me it utterly and completely sucks. I also need ideas for the story. Lol! Review! Tootles!...Julie]
Where I left you off at: Satan has yet to reveal his feelings for Harry. The two had a lovely chat about hell, and Harry still has to tell his friends the great news. Okay, enjoy!
Harry sat at the kitchen table chewing on a piece of buttered toast, as Satan stood at the stove wearing an apron. He was frying eggs. The smell of food wafted through the open kitchen, and birds chirped merrily from outside the open windows.
It was a wide, white, friendly place. Quite a large cooking place for someone who never cooks. +cough+ Harry +cough+ The windows were stain-glass, and the counter tops were marble.
Satan gathered up some egg in a spatula, slid it onto Harry's plate, and brought it over, sitting it down in front of him. Harry licked his lips.
"You'll need this, my dear." Satan said seductively, tying a baby bib onto his neck. Harry smiled at him nervously.
"Yeah, thanks Lucy."
He dug in.
Satan had never seen someone eat with so much enthusiasm, so much speed, so much fury! So much PASSION!
It was turning Satan on.
"God, look how the food is splattering all down his bib, all over his face. I'd kill to lick that off right now, right off his scrumptious body. With my tongue all over him..all over his neck..."-
"Can I have some orange juice?" A voice interrupted the horny thoughts of the Devil. Satan stared at him, and shrugged.
"As you wish."
--------Later that day----
It was around two o'clock in the afternoon. Satan and Harry sat in the garden on a checkered picnic blanket. They were sipping on glasses of lemonade, which tasted like heaven on a hot summer day like this.
Flowers and shrubbery and tress crowded around them, and bees buzzed happily about, minding their own business.
"You think this is beautiful? Wait until your eyes feast upon MY world. It's the most wonderful place there ever was." Satan rolled over onto his back, letting a friendly breeze ruffle his goatee. Harry's hair lifted up into the air gently, and fluffed about.
"Whatever. Look at the clouds." Harry laid back as well, and Satan took a delight that Harry was actually LAYING with him.
"Erm, you mean those dandruffy white balls of shit? They remind me of sperm when it clots."
Harry sat up.
"Um, okay forget about that. Let's do something else." Harry was suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable. Was it the fact that Satan thought clouds resembled sperm, or the fact that he was beginning to think that Satan was gay?
They sat in silence for a moment, listening to birds chirp and the busy him of bees.
"My penis is sore from laying. Don't mind me while I massage it for a bit." Satan suddenly stated, and put his hand down his pants.
"Oh my freakin God. Satan's jacking off to me?" Harry thought, and scooted away. He knew for sure now, he had made up his mind, he couldn't go to hell with Satan, not now.
Sure, it was possible that he COULD be massaging himself, but..Oh fuck it, he was totally jacking off. +cringe+
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[A/N: Hope you like the story so far. Though I'm surprised hardly anyone has reviewed yet. Please review! Good or bad, you can flame! Just don't tell me it utterly and completely sucks. I also need ideas for the story. Lol! Review! Tootles!...Julie]