Bathed In Blood
Black mesh garments adorn his body. Black silk robes drape his back, conforming to his every structure. The gentle breeze whisks the silk garments around his body. A thick black, silk-like cord is gently tied around his abdomen, bringing his entire ensemble together. Spirit stone has taken on a new light. The moon sheds her light down upon him. His toned body peeking through the multi fabrics. The moon starts to get larger and larger, cascading more radiant rays upon his body. The stone altar is lit up across the small moat surrounding the Spirit Stone, from the moon's radiance.
I'm seeing myself from a third person point of view, in my mind's eye, the entire vision. Lucifer is Ritually bathing me in a mixture of; his cum, cool water from the river right after, another blast of his ambrosia, covering my skin. He takes up his giant cock and lashes me in the face, I beg for more moaning in pleasure, it feels almost wrong. He informs me the cum dripping from his hard cock is not, in fact, wrong or sinful but natural. Lashing me again across the face, cum dripping and splashing off my face. I want it all from him, all of him in me. I beg for him to drill it down my throat, skull fuck me, I give my body over to him. He knows he can do anything he wants. I can't tell him enough how badly I want him.
The atmosphere is so dense and thick with lust, the smell of sex, our body's odors. The smell is intoxicating, the air is sexually charged. Bathing in his cum was all I wanted. It's all I could think about. He covered my head, running down my face, into every crevice of my body. I drank of him for so long, taking it all in. In the spiritual realm this is possible. He ensures me of the cleansing properties, the healing properties he bestows upon us. A "white light" sort to speak, not in the neo-pagan way.
After he's done beating my face with his cock, he forces me down and over. He instructs me to lift my ass and spread it, in mid air, his tongue thrusts in twisting and turning, filling me with bliss and lust. He groans and moans like an animal, I love it, he's wild and primal. He's almost evil, he likes to reenact the archetypal idea of " Lucifer " or a sadistic master. I love it.
He has free range over my body and he knows it. I feel him grab my hips, thrusting his cock right up into the depths of my ass. It feels like it's in my stomach, he's so big. He throbs, I feel him thrust even harder. I love it when he owns " his " ass ". He turns into a wild animal in a human body. It's so desirable and lovable, yet rough and dominating. There is a perfect balance.
However, he did warn me he was rough but I insisted. Which I'm happy I did. The entire experience fulfilled me in some sense. Of course it was a metaphor for some type of Inner Transformation. There's always, in my opinion, a way to transform anything into something even more positive.
