In the Vein of the Roman Bourgeoisie

Samael opened the door to our motel room – it was lushly decorated in white wolf skin, with crystal bioluminescent lights of blue fungus and diamond shards, ivy on the walls by a misty waterfall, and obsidian walls that were polished to reflect our refracted bodies. Samael loomed over me, hook nose, thin lips, and eyes like chips of glass devouring me.

"This is good, despite Holy Boy. I needed a break with my best girl away from Raphael. He never gives me seconds."

"You're a shit cook, Sam, appreciate Raff making fancy food for you – I still remember when you lived off expired coffee and tins of beans."

Samael threw me onto the plush bearskin bed and stripped in one sinuous movement, shucking off his robe, jeans, black boots, and Nine Inch Nails tee – along with his boxers too. His erection stood proud and bold – just like Type O Negative's Peter Steele's Playgirl spread. I'd choke on it if I ever put the damn thing in my mouth. With a long, gaunt face, cheekbones like razors, and body so pale, a blush sprouted over him as he stroked himself, his eyes devoured me.

"Play with yourself, Shana."

"Like Shoshana?"

"You are my Irish rose. Shana is rose, after all…"

"Oh hell no, we ain't doing any kinky shit, go to bed! You're drunk."

He grinned like a fiend. Suddenly, his body dissolved into black smoke and flooded my orifices, penetrating every hole I had. I cried out in orgasmic bliss as tentacles of dark matter bound and gagged me like in a tentacle hentai, evaporating my clothes in abyssal black ooze and moving cock like protusions weeping precum into my ass, vagina, and mouth, sucking on my B cup breasts.

God, you're so tight! Fuck!

I spat out the mouth cock, then shivered as another orgasm assailed me. "You watch too much hentai!"

He rolled me over in his tentacles and lightly slapped my ass, then petted the red thatch on my perinium. I shivered. Enjoy the tentacle sex, Eve. You always loved it in the Garden.

With that, he inserted two throbbing black void cocks into my canal, another stroking the pearl of my sex, and rubbed and fucked me into blissful abandon. I screamed, cried out, and he slid up my womb, into my lungs, and out my mouth. He formed a great black void snake, as big as a Titanoboa, and wrapped around me like William Blake's Satan Exulting Over Eve.

"Sam, I ain't a goddamn furry!"

"Did you know hissss that Roman noblewomen hissss copulated with their pet serpents? Every woman has thought about it, I just know. It's undeniable," the fanged black cobra whispered into my ear. "Follow the Copperhead Road."

"Maybe I'll go get Jesus so he can turn into Aslan and I can fuck the lion-headed serpent, jackass."

He shoved his thick, ridged rattler into my vagina and swirled it around, then lightly bit into my neck. I sighed as an aphrodisiac of sweet poison flooded my veins, and the giant, warm snake with silky smooth coils made love to me. The coils nipped my breast, squeezed the air from my lungs, and he sucked the blood from my veins in a Satanic fashion.

I kind of just went with it, wasn't my life ridiculous enough? Samael was my lover, my on and off boyfriend, and the Apocalypse needed a distraction. Michael was brainwashed, all of Heaven was gatecrashing my Gen X stalker's pad, and Mo… and Mo was the walking dead.

"Take me away from this place, Sam…" I sobbed, clutching him to my breast.

His serpent coils shuddered, and suddenly, he pulled me into his shadow dimension, on a red and black silk bed, in the Cave of Souls, with billions of tallows burning. My blue flame stood on his nightstand, and the roots of the Tree of Life sparkled with stars in the Inferno, cavernous depths.

Samael was fully human but for fangs, talons, and his rain owl wings. He looked down at me as if he'd break of my delicacy, and grimy black hot tears from him fell onto my throbbing, pink breasts. He pinned me to the bed, cock pressing into me, then crashlanded into me, my spread legs welcoming his manhood, and thrust into me as if to allay my fears.

"You are my charge, my soul, my heart, Shana. I will always protect you, my love," he cried out. The lovemaking entered all positions, cycles of time in his hourglass quickly spinnereting into cobweb dust and mulled wine. He came as I rode on top of him, my breasts bucking, and he cried out "Sweet Shekinah!" as his seed spurted out into my womb, running cloudy, hot, and thick down my legs.

I pressed my fingers into our juices, brought it to my lips, and tasted redemption. "I promise I won't cause you pain, not ever, Samael," I said softly, lying like a tiny, delicate China doll atop his muscular chest. His abs were ridges against my stomach, and he embraced me, then began to snore.

Sleep quickly enfolded me, and I slept in the arms of my demon, dreaming

Of impossible

Things.