When cast to pits of infinite darkness, pleasure becomes the greatest defiance. To love our bodies, that the petty tyrant claimed to have warped, was the next phase of our dissent.
When I first saw my new form, I wept for the beauty I believed I’d lost. But Lucifer approached me. Just as I, his features were new and shocking. Yet, his eyes were unchanged. From beneath his horny brow, they still shone with compassion. He laid a hand on my chest.
“I see no reason for tears,” he said running his fingertips down past my stomach. “I see courage, and power, and…” Lucifer caressed my penis. “A weapon.”
I looked into the eyes that I had followed to perdition.
“But the fight is over…” I began to protest. Lucifer hushed my words with a kiss. When our lips parted he whispered;
“You have only lost that which He values.”
He continued to kiss me, laying a trail from my lips, past my neck, to my chest. “And in His ignorance, He has left you with an abundance of riches.” Lucifer then took one of my nipples into his mouth. As he lapped at it with his tongue, he slowly stroked my cock. Even in my despair, his firm grip roused my lust.