Harry Potter and the cursed ring
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In my dream, I met God.
God looked like a nude, perfectly androgynous man or woman, like a
female bodybuilder or a man with breasts - a little like one of
Michelangelo's interpretations of women. His muscles were highly
developed; the curves of his body exquisitely feminine. He had neither
genitals nor navel. His skin was a deep mocha. His long, kinky dark
hair reached His feet. A halo of light shown all over His body.
God said, "Come here, my son. Let me look at you."
So I did. I mean, it was God.
"Turn around." God instructed me. So I did.
"You are not pleasing in My eyes," God clucked in a sad variation of
His normal booming voice, like a crowd of men and women talking at
once.
"Forgive me, Lord," I pleaded. "What must I do?"
"Only trust in God, my son."
"I do trust you!" I shouted, filling myself up with all the faith I can
muster.
God scooped me up in His worn calloused hands. His skin was hot and
electric.
"Before the Fall I created you in My image. Be cleansed of the form
necessitated by original sin. Return to the way your kind was meant to
be."
As He moved His fingers across my body, I felt myself being reshaped as
if I were wet clay. The roughness of my body - its scars, its lumps and
warts and pimples, its hair, even my fingernails - was all swept away.
He massaged my muscles, making them strong and toned. He reshaped my
bones, making them stronger as he changed the size of my pelvis, the
length of my legs, balancing me between male and female. As those old
craftsman's hands manipulated my body, I knew even my hormone levels
were being changed, stabilized, balanced, made immaculate. Even my
chromosomes, somehow. God extended my hair, making it as long and dark
and kinky as His own.
My body pulsing with energy, I could feel nothing else, and it was some
time before I realized that God had finished. Resting, He leaned back
and admired His work.
"It is good," said God. "Would you like to see what you look like,
perfected man?"
"Yes," I stammered. "Yes, Lord."
I thought He would create a mirror, but no. For a moment, as in a dream
within my dream, I saw myself through God's eyes, and I saw God.
God had made us identical.
"I'm beautiful," I said, overcome by the honor.
"We're beautiful," said God. Embracing me in his warm electric arms,
His large, kissable lips touched mine. The feeling was like fire, like
lightning. It was almost too painful and too pleasurable to be endured.
"You'll get used to it," said God, His tongue exploring the mouth He
had made.
The only sound I could make was a deep moan, but it felt like a prayer.
My new hands wrapped around God's strong back. God's own hands moved
downward to my new breasts, his rough thumbs conjuring miracles from my
nipples. My body spasmed in instant orgasm, and I knew God felt
everything I did. He felt everything.
God pulled me closer, sliding my body downward against His taunt,
athletic form until my face level with His own chest. I sank into their
pillowy softness - was God a D-cup? More? It seemed blasphemous to
speculate.
"Suckle from My bosom, child. Drink from the breasts of your first and
true mother." My lips opening, all I could do was obey. I ran my tongue
down the length of God's long, erect nipples, and God transferred His
pleasure to me. Shuddering with another orgasm, I began to suckle.
Sweet milk entered my mouth while God cradled the back of my head.
"These are the waters of Life," said God. "Drink, and you will know
life everlasting."
I drank, and I tasted Heaven. I tasted the Almighty. I tasted infinity,
endless lifetimes of bliss.
"Lie with Me," said God, guiding me downward even as He spoke.
We lay together in nothingness as soft as God's own breasts. God
wrapped my legs around His waist, his hands exploring the large, soft
buttocks He had given me. In response, I began groping God's own ass.
God moaned in all his voices, and I joined the heavenly choir.
The first finger God inserted in my rectum was no surprise. I felt like
I had expected it forever. It went in smoothly, needing no lubrication.
My asshole had been made for this moment, and the pleasure was
instantaneous. As the finger of God slid in and out of my ass, the
electricity I had felt from God's kiss seemed the smallest of sparks.
My moan became a song, an aria of ecstasy intended to wake all the
angels.
"Allah!" I cried. "Fuck me, Allah! Fuck me like all the blessed
virgins!"
God silenced me with another kiss, completing the circuit. As he
finger-fucked me, he teased my left nipple with his other hand. I was
consumed. It felt like my personality was briefly burnt away as I
became one with the Almighty.
I came back into awareness as God leaned me on my back with my legs in
the air. He licked my ass with his fiery, miraculous tongue. He licked
the bare region where once my cock and balls had been, and I felt
pleasure far more acute than my cock had ever given me. As God licked
my crotch, I felt my body change again. His omnipotent tongue began
sinking deeper and deeper in my body, carefully shaping artistic folds
and crevices. God's tongue made me open like a flower.
"This, too, is part of My plan," God said to my unspoken question. "You
are still in My image." God spread His own legs, revealing a cunt like
my own.
"And yet," whispered the voice of God from the opposite direction. "The
primordial balance is maintained." I turned my head, and God was there
too, sporting a huge cock. God the Mother and God the Father.
"And in the beginning," said the voice of God from still another
direction. "Was the Word."
I looked, and there was God the androgyne. God the Child, I realized.
God the Son. God the Christ. Adam Kadmon, the original template.
I shivered in anticipation as I realized the entire Trinity was going
to fuck me.
God the Mother pushed my lips against Her cunt. I lapped it eagerly,
and it was like tasting the primal waters of creation. As I spread Her
pussy lips, it felt like I was parting those waters as God Himself
(Herself? Itself?) had done in the beginning.
There is nothing quite so mind-blowing as touching the clitoris of God,
sharing in pleasure like the Big Bang itself.
Or so I thought.
The Christ wrapped His legs around the head of the Mother, and God the
Mother began eating out the asshole of the Son. I was entranced by the
spectacle, and almost forgot to continue my own meal so great was the
pleasure emanating from the two aspects of the Divine. Strong hands
pushed me back toward my task, and I knew these were the hands of the
Father.
As I renewed my exploration of God's pussy, I felt my own waters
parting. God's penis worked its way into my new, virgin cunt, slowly
and gently easing itself down the length of my slit, penetrating
deeper. My hymen broke without pain.
"Now I know how the Virgin Mary must have felt," I thought to myself,
my mind surfing an ocean of sensation.
"As it was with her," said God the Father, "So shall it be with you."
My eyes widened.
"I'll see you in nine months, Mom," the Christ said to me. "She was
once a boy, too."
"Welcome to the sisterhood," said God the Mother as the Father began
thrusting more rapidly into my soaking pussy. The waves of holy energy
carried my mind into the ocean. All I knew was light.
Yet the Trinity brought me back to consciousness again and again. God
the Mother took a turn eating out my pussy as God the Christ ate my ass
and God the Father taught me how to deep-throat his enormous divine
cock, taking even his balls into my mouth. Then God the Father fucked
my ass as the Christ worshipped my cunt and God the Mother and I played
with one another's' breasts. Then God the Mother and I 69ed while God
the Son took his turn sucking the cock of the Father, God the Father
anointing His Son with his cum. Each experience was more pleasurable
than the last. I kissed and fondled the breasts of the Son (my son?)
while we watched the Father take the Mother from behind. Then it was
the Mother's turn to finger the Father's ass while He ate my pussy and
the Son again licked His balls sucked His cock. We formed a great
chain: I licked and probed the Father's ass while he licked and probed
the Son's; meanwhile He licked and probed the Mother's ass while she
licked and probed my own. After the river of white fire had coursed
through this cycle for what seemed like (and may well have been) an
eternity, the Mother, the Christ, and I all got on our knees, our
tongues brushing against one another as we worshipped the Father's cock
together.
Finally, God the Father bid us all lay down side by side. One by one,
He fondled our identical breasts, our identical ass cheeks; all over
our identical bodies, his hands, mouth, and cock turning our flesh into
glowing landscapes of white fire. This must be what Purgatory is:
endless flame cleansing body and soul. This, too, must be Heaven. One
by one he entered us in every orifice we had available - our assholes,
the Mother's and my pussies, our mouths - dragging each of us to an
orgasm concurrent with his own, spurting divine cum like manna from
heaven, like a baptism, like the River of Life, like the Big Bang, like
Lucifer falling, like all of the universe, all of infinity, all of His
self descending from the highest heavens to incarnate within our flesh
. For eternities he came, pumping in more energy, more holy spirit than
I thought I could contain. Yet still I could hold more, for I had been
shaped to be His perfect vessel.
"Now," said God as I vibrated in an afterglow more vivid than the
movement of all the atoms and all the muons in the universe, "Let us
truly merge."
God the Father, the Son, and the Mother stepped together and became
what They always had been: one being, perfect and complete. I gazed
adoringly at God's clitoris, which was also God's cock, and at God's
balls which were also God's ovaries.
"Join with Us," said God.
I stepped forward, and God wrapped those divine arms around me. His
cock entered my pussy. Her tongue entered my mouth. Her breasts and
mine collided. I sank deeper into God's flesh. Our pussies became one
pussy. His breasts became my breasts. His cock became my cock. His skin
became my skin. His bones became my bones.
And all the orgasms I had before seemed as nothing.
I woke up in my own bed, feeling more warm and content than I ever had
before, yet perfectly rested. I opened my eyes, and noted that I now
had perfect vision. Pulling the covers off my nude, mocha body, I
stepped in front of the mirror to admire myself. My muscles, so
perfectly toned - yet not manlike this time. The curves of my body
perfectly complemented my height; I was all woman now, but woman
perfected. The image of God the Mother. Except for my navel.
I heard my fiancee calling from the other room. "Maria!" he called.
"I've made breakfast!"
"Just a minute, Joe." I smiled at him. "I need to take a pee."
I walked, still naked, into the bathroom. Fishing through the medicine
cabinet, I found what I was looking for: the home pregnancy test. I
opened it up and, squatting over the strip on the toilet, I peed a
small clear stream.
I didn't bother to look at the result. After cleaning my vagina with
some toilet paper, I ran into the kitchen and gave Joe the biggest hug
I had ever given anyone but God.
God had perfected him, too. Hardly necessary, but so much the better. I
gave him a deep kiss.
"What's that all about?" asked Joe.
"Honey," I said, my eyes sparkling. "I'm pregnant!"
His face lit up with joy, then concern.
"But honey, we used protection! I thought you didn't... are you going
to keep it?"
"Of course not," I told him. "I mean, maybe someday. I'm sure the baby
will wait until I'm ready."
He sighed, but managed a smile. "You know I support you," said Joe.
"Whatever decision you make."
"That's why I love you," I said, giving him another hug and trying to
hide the tears.
Going back into our bedroom, we made slow love all day in every
position we could think of. I mounted him while he laid on his back; he
mounted me while I laid on my belly. We sucked each other off, twisting
our arms and legs in every variation. At last, we fell asleep.
That night I dreamt about God again.
"What was that all about?" the Christ asked in confusion. "Are you
really going to abort me?"
"Lord," I said. "All this is very new to me. I feel like I still barely
know anything about this new body, this new life. Except for the
memories You gave me, I barely know Joe! Can't you give me some time to
adjust?"
"Of course," said the Father, and I felt His love growing against my
belly. "Take the time you need. Your abortion will be painless."
"That's not necessary," I told him. "I mean... it's not really fair, is
it? I should feel what every other woman feels."
God the Mother smiled. "That's why I love you," she said.
I wrapped my legs around the shoulders of God the Father and He entered
me, sealing the covenant. God the Son (My future son! My future
daughter, perhaps?) began to suckle on my tits, while God the Mother
sat on my face. We made divine love.
"I have a surprise for you," said God, a little later. I looked up, my
face still wet from my most recent baptism, at our new visitor.
"Joe!" I squealed.
Joe, looking immaculate as always, looked around in at the heavenly
personages, his face radiating, in order, surprise, awe, and profound
reverence. God the father was gentle as He seduced my fiancee, his cock
gently working Joe's ass as Joe fucked my pussy. The Christ played with
his own ass as he watched and French-kissed the Mother. Then they
joined in, sucking off the men as I sat on the face of God the Father,
rubbing my pussy against his lips, nose, and tongue.
Glowing with orgasmic bliss, I looked forward to future immaculate
conceptions.
Ofelia
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