Snuff

He pulsed between my legs. My mouth parted in confusion. He closed his eyes, gasping, then let out a hollow sound. Suddenly, his skin burned, and he erupted into me, twin snake dicks making me gag. He caught the scream on my lips and thrust into me, ravenous. I shook in a hot sweat and moaned, completely overcome. He smiled as if mocking my terror, then razed my lips with his fangs.

"You're unholy," I whispered. "A monster."

"An aberration," he taunted. "But you like it, lamb, so lie back and think of Gehenna." He flipped me over in his coils, slowing his thrusts. Each one was agonizing. He smirked at my wide eyed amazement. It was the guilty grin of a five year old that had busted into the cookie jar and still had crumbs on his lips.

"God damn snake anatomy," I rasped. "I... forgot... Herpetology..."

"Expect the unexpected, maggot. Otherwise you'll be ill-equipped- BY THE FIRES OF SHEOL, YES." What was a burning became an inferno, his scales like hot irons. Hellish profanities tumbled from his lips like filth. He roared them and my name.

"You're turning- red?" I gasped, incredulous. His midnight black scales flushed the color of a bloodstain. Sam's pallid cheeks bloomed into life. He hammered into me, laughing madly. The ceaseless tide of pleasure made me cry out like an idiot. "You're a bastard!" I inhaled. "Oh my god. Oh my god oh my god-"

"The Lord," he growled, shoving me down on him, "has nothing to do with this." He played me like a puppet, slamming me to meet his thrusts. The rippling coils were cords of muscle and would have given weaker women motion sickness. I felt like grain in a mill, grinded by an endless wheel. "I invented sex," he snarled.

"Sure you did- oh my god STOP IT YOU HORNY BOOMER!-"

"I'M GEN X, YOU UNGRATEFUL SUGAR BABY!" He roared like a lion. I fell absolutely still, terrified to speak. In the silence he continued, language degraded to guttural sounds. He lapped at the blood on my shoulder and started to grunt, clawing at my breasts.

"I am not a sugar baby! You pay me nothing!"

"Take me, Havah. Take me."

"Classic Boomer entitlement! Let me guess, you're vegan but into crypto, so for every animal product eschew, you burn down the Amazon with fossil fuels on Blockchain, mining Ethereum IN GOD'S BASEMENT – OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP, SWEET OVERLORD."

He swelled within me, impossibly large, and I lapsed into the Prayer of St. Michael.

Lightning struck the mansion's roof. Samael bellowed with the thunder. He crooned like a bitch in heat, angel's song made dirty by lust: "Hayah Havah, my Eloa." He dragged us to the base of his coils and thrust into my core.

"Red Shana. My rose." His grip was crippling, and he howled. His gall knifed into me, and I screamed with him. His skin flashed crimson at the height of our ecstasy, and I felt my vitality pour into his heart. His wound scarred over once more, and the bite he had given me closed shut.

"So that's why the Devil's red," I said, mortified. "You're like the butt of a monkey in heat."

He hissed, tail coiling around my neck. "Don't make me strangle you."

"I'm getting raped by a basilisk."

"Your's is not to question, Eve."

"So you admit that you just seduced a sleeping teen, masquerading as a chili dog nightmare?"

"I admit nothing." Though spent, he stayed inside me, pressing into me gently now. I bit my lip, on fire inside, and cried out as his poison filled me.

"Too much. It hurts."

"Embrace the pain. It's the only true thing, girl."

I groaned. "You're not the Molotov cocktail!" I blushed with fever, unable to breathe.

He sucked my lip, breathing life into me. "The tail of a what, you said?..." Within, he proved his point. He hissed. "So small," he whispered. I clung to his chest like a straitjacket.

"Please," I begged. "Stop, or I'll spontaneously combust. I'm flammable, Samael."

"You're fine. More than fine." He massaged my shoulders, humming. "Glorious, actually. Like Eden on my skin-"

"Stop invoking the Bible!"

"I'm trying to stop myself from singing," he muttered. "Angels do so when we are... experiencing true love's kiss."

"This is worse than hentai shit we did earlier! THIS IS SNUFF PORN. NOT TRUE LOVE."

"HELL IF I KNOW, SHANNON O'CONNOR. I'M THE ONLY LOVE YOU'LL EVER HAVE, SO SEND MICHAEL BACK TO THE VATICAN TO SUCK LITTLE BILLY'S COCK!"

His black hair spilled across my shoulders as he pressed his face to my neck. He struggled to restrain himself so I didn't incinerate.

"Ohhh-kay. Lovely. Now the Heavenly choirs will scar me for life." I remembered him brooding under the moonlight that time I'd passed out drunk on his couch. He'd sung me to sleep like a dream.

He softened, eyes moony like a lowing calf: "I used to sing lullabies to you, Shana. Under the moonlight. Songs I made just for you."

"About maggots?"

"That was your favorite."

"Only because they turn to butterflies in the end."

A rumble rose in his chest. He sighed, embracing me. "Why do you grow more beautiful with time? I just become more wretched."

"Well, first off, I don't rape people."

"I can't help it. I have wanted to consummate this union from the first time I laid eyes on you in this life."

"In the hearse?"

"Maybe..."

"As a skeleton?"

He was silent.

"How would that even-"

"Would you just enjoy the moment?"

"Getting boned by a basilisk? Yeah, I'll tell you how it feels. Like an X-rated Exorcist."

"Shall we masturbate with crosses next?"

"No! My god, your mind is a gutter."

"Says the girl who enjoys possession."

"No I don't! What the hell are you talking about-"

"What do you think I've been doing," he whispered, consciousness enveloping my mind. It was a bit like a tranquilizer. I zoned out in the cool black nothing like I was knocked out on pain meds.