#godxsatan

"Gimme one good reason." Satan yawned.

"Because I'm great and you love me." Morgan retaliated. 

"I said a good reason."

"What do you want then? A kiss on the lips to seal the deal or?" Morgan joked sarcastically. 

Satan blushed at her response, not expecting such a blunt statement, "H-Hey tone it down there, you little shit, I just don't think why I should give one or two fucks about you and your dad's food war or whatever."

Morgan huffed, "Haven't you... ever wanted something so badly that you'd do anything to get to it? Well that's me right now mmk?" She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows. 

Satan knew there was no point to arguing with her, it wasn't like he wasn't going to help her anyway, he just wanted to put up some kinda fight before just giving in. She always had that thing in her that made him just go 'fuck it', "Okay, okay fine. Since you're so great and shit, I'll help you out. Just come here and give me a kiss on the lips to seal the deal." He motioned her to come forward, sighing. 

"Wait wait, what?! I was joking about the kiss! You probably taste like hot coal and smoke!" She turned a bright red.

"It's to seal the deal, idiot. The contractor and the contractee have to make some exchange for it to go into effect. I'm pretty sure you don't want me to be poking at you to get blood and we sure as hell aren't going to pull a 'Barry White' so just man up and kiss me."

"NO!"

"BITCH DO YOU WANT TO WIN AGAINST YOUR DAD?" Satan quickly spoke up.

Morgan turned an impossible shade of red and acted without much thinking. She pulled him by his collar and kissed him right on the lips. Satan was surprised by her sudden action not having much time to react to it. Before he could even process what was going on, Morgan let go of him still holding him from his collar, "OKAY, WE ARE DONE. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NOW." Morgan practically yelled.

It took him a minute to remember what was going on around him, "Uhhh..." Is all that could come out of his mouth. 

"DON'T TELL ME I DID THAT FOR NOTHING YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A DAREDEVIL."

He snapped back and coughed, trying to regain his composure, "Your dad is going to have a hard time alright? And you'll be able to have some kind of night vision and speed to help you out. N-Now while you excuse me, I'm going back inside my apartment, Morgan." He fixed his collar and shirt and proceeded to go back inside of his apartment as swiftly as he could. 

Morgan smiled triumphantly and cooled down, that is until it hit her on what she did and completely flopped back to her house.

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Satan was leaning against the door when he went inside and breathed deeply, trying to make the unwanted red escape his face. He thought to himself, "Satan, you're more than a dumbass aren't you?" He went to the bedroom and just laid on the bed and it's soft sheets. He curled up, holding the biggest pillow, he found himself thinking -wishing-that God was there with him, maybe he'd make him feel better, he always did. 

He tossed and turned, eventually lying flat on the red bed, he was tired and being the guy that he was he thought the only thing he could that could make himself feel a bit better and bring him closer to slumber. He stretched his legs and arched his back before prepping himself, he was going to do this the old fashioned way.

Satan slipped off his sweatpants just enough to get out his cock from his briefs. He started to gently rub his cock's head and slowly pumping his length to hardness. He started thinking about what turned him on, he thought about girls in panties, cute, frilly, sexy, simple, panties. "Hnn.g.." He breathed deeply, he kept pumping himself. 'What else, what else, what else.' He thought. 'What else was going to turn him on to full orgasm?' He was getting there, but not close enough. Satan started thinking about a certain goody two shoes who'd be on his knees in front of him with his cock right in front of his face. Looking up at Satan with those big, innocent eyes, knowing what he was going to do.

Satan thought about how God'd bring his lips close his head, taking one or two licks, slowly making his mouth wide enough to fit pass his head, then gently bobbing up and down Satan's shaft. Trying to take him in all the way in and going at just the right pace. 

Satan started moaning at just the thought of it, unconsciously going faster on himself, using his other free hand to tease his nipples. God would hold on to his hips to stop Satan from suddenly bucking and choking him, but he'd hold them gently and would even rub his hips. 

"Sh-shit.." He let out a somewhat loud moan, he was getting dangerously close, he kept thinking of God more, of him humming from the back of his throat to his cock causing vibrations. How he'd only come up if he really needed to and even then God would pant and start licking up and down Satan's shaft. 

"F-Fuck~!" Satan arched his back, releasing most of his own cum on his hand, some landing on his exposed stomach and shirt. He was in a daze and looked over to his right to where the tissues where and saw a certain angel like creature looking red as a tomato at the door frame.

"...How long have you exactly been standing there..?" Satan managed to mumble.

"For awhile and just so you know you tend to be somewhat talkative. Didn't know I was such a cumslut or whatever."