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Good morning Lord. Did you sleep well? Let me just set this tray down and open your curtains… *Sounds of curtains opening, maybe some distant birds singing?* There we go. Another beautiful morning here in Heaven, looking out from your divine palace, Lord. Now then, I brought you breakfast in bed. Bacon, eggs, sausage… *Pause as he interrupts her* What? Is it a sin to bring your boss breakfast, now? Because if it is, then I’ll happily fetch the paperwork to make it official, and of course I'll repent fully. But if not, then I think it’s just a nice gesture.

No I’m not trying to butter you up for something! The only thing buttery here is the toast I made for you. I’m your personal assistant, so I’m assisting you. Personally. Ensuring that you are able to carry out your duties to the best of your infinite abilities. You’re God, after all. You’re kind of a big deal.

*Pause* Alright Lord, I’ll tell you. It’s just…I’ve noticed you’ve been quite grumpy lately. A few of the other angels have noticed too. We’re all a bit worried you might get a little bit angry, and start smiting a few galaxies…um, not that there’d be a problem with that Lord, of course. Thy will be done, of course.

*Pause* I know, I know. You’ve always told me that I may speak freely around you. That you would never punish me for speaking out of line. It’s why the other angels ask me to ask you for things instead of going to you directly. Because they’re afraid of you. I mean, I know you’re a kind, loving, supreme being, but you do like to give off a certain vibe.

Anyway, your breakfast. Come on, eat up. I got up early to make this. *Pause* Yes of course I made it myself. I may be an archangel, brimming with divine power, but I wanted to make this with love. Because I love you, Lord.

*Pause as he eats* Is it good, Lord? *Pause* Thank you. I am unworthy of your praise, but thank you. *Pause* You’re right, Lord. If you declare me worthy of praise, I am. I apologise.

So then Lord, while you’re eating, is it okay if I go over your agenda for today? *Pause* Thank you, Lord. So then, first off we have a request from Research and Development. They believe they’ve perfected a new torture method to use on damned souls. Something about shredding skin, I’m not sure, I…I didn’t really want to know the details. But they’ve requested a meeting to demonstrate the process to you, so that you can approve it for use in Hell. I’ve pencilled them in for a 3 o’clock appointment, after lunch with the Emperor and Empress of the Rigellus Empire. Remember? They invited you as thanks for victory in their latest bout of conquests. 12 new planets under their control, meaning 12 new planets being shown the one true faith. I imagine there’ll be a lot of grovelling and praising your name, but I know you like that kind of stuff.

Speaking of planets, the sinful Planet Clixon has been consumed by its sun, just as you commanded. Not that they had anyone to blame but themselves. After all, you don’t ask much. Just complete and total obedience for their entire lives, and in return, you give them an eternity of infinite pleasure. I just don’t understand mortals. Still, it’s done now. They had their chance. I have the full list of the deceased here, and they require your approval on their allocated afterlives. Approximately 98% of the population are scheduled for eternal damnation, but there are a few exceptions. A few virtuous people who tried their hardest to follow your holy laws. I believe they should be spared.

Oh, you’ve finished your breakfast! Let me just take that…now then, I’ll go get one of your suits for today…oh, what’s that Lord? You’d rather stay in bed? Well…your will be done, then. We mostly just have paperwork until lunchtime today, anyway. You know, more judgements, prayers, payroll, that kind of thing. So if we just…

*Some sort of magic sound effect, and she gasps* Oh Lord! You…you made my angelic robes disappear. I… *Pause* No Lord, I am not ashamed. I…I apologise for moving to cover myself. I am as you made me, which is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just…to be naked in your presence like this feels incredibly disrespectful. But if it is your will, then let it be done. So then, as I was saying, prayers. Currently-outstanding prayers total…I…what did you say, Lord? I…on your bed? I…I can assure you, Lord, I am quite content standing here. And besides…your bed is…YOUR bed. How could I, a humble angel, ever be worthy of…

*Pause* I am sorry, you are right Lord, as always. Once again, I am worthy of whatever you consider me to be worthy of. Then if you command it, I will obey. Let me just…climb on…there, I’m kneeling on the side of your bed. Now then, finally, the prayers. We have the usual sinful ones. A boy requesting enlarged genitals, unhappy with the ones you saw fit to give him, a man praying for luck in a sports competition. I assume it is your will that these prayers be rejected?

*Pause* Excuse me, Lord? Why yes of course, I’m very happy. Why do you ask? Every day of serving you is a pleasure and an honour, and I pray that you will allow me to continue to serve you forever and ever. There is no greater pleasure than to serve you, Lord. *Pause* Um…no Lord. Not even physical, reproductive pleasure. Not that I would know of course. *Pause* Of course not, Lord. Acts of physical intimacy are sinful outside of matrimony, as are acts of self-pleasure.

*Pause* No Lord, there’s…there’s never really been anyone I’ve been interested in. Truth be told, I think most men are afraid of me. They see God’s personal assistant and they get scared because they think if they do something wrong, I’ll ask you to send them to Hell.

*Pause* Do I want a husband? To be honest, not particularly, Lord. Serving you is the only pleasure I need. I know that I am nothing compared to you, and that you will never love me as much as I love you, but- *Pause* What, Lord? You…you love me? That’s sweet of you to say, Lord, but I- *She is interrupted as he surprises her with a kiss*

L-Lord, what…why did you do that? Physical intimacy is only for those who are wed in holy matrimony. *Pause* Because…you love me? Lord… *She gasps again as he kisses her more* I…you are right, Lord. The laws are yours to make, and as such, they are also yours to break. But if I may ask Lord…why? Why me? *Pause* Because…you say I deserve pleasure? Because I am your most loyal servant? Lord, I am honoured, but…

*She is interrupted by a moan and a shiver* Lord…you’re…stroking my breasts…My…ooooo…womanly curves…the parts of me that…*She moans louder as she gasps again* Now you’re…s-suckling on my breasts…my large, womanly breasts…designed for caring for an infant…but you are not an infant, Lord. You are someone so great and so wonderful…I have cared for you for so long, and now I…I….ahhhhhh…Oh Lord…I…does it always feel this good when a woman is suckled? Or is this simply part of my reward?

*She moans a little bit more, before stopping* Lord…you’ve stopped. *She tries to compose herself* Ahem…Thank you for that wonderful pleasure. So…back to work, I suppose. I suggest-AH! Lord, you’ve pushed me onto my back. I’m…laying on your bed. YOUR bed. Your HOLY bed. The bed on which you rest after a long day of work. Truly I am blessed to be allowed to lay down on it.

Wait…Lord…what are you doing? You are…looking down my exposed, naked body. You…you’re looking at my…my womanhood. You’re approaching it with your mouth. What are you-OH LORD! *She starts moaning as he eats her out. She struggles to get her words out* Oh Lord…my womanhood…my soft, untouched womanhood…meant only for my husband’s manhood…you are…ahhhhh…pleasuring it with your…m-mouth…but I thought oral pleasure was s-shiiiiiiiiii…oooo, I mean…um, sinful. I feel so sinful now, but Lord, I…I accept this pleasure, because it comes from you. Nothing you do is sinful. Your will is all that matters.

*Her moaning intensifies* Oh Lord, these sensations…I never dreamed they would be so strong…So…pleasurable. I finally understand why mortals lust after them so much…No mortal could possibly resist these sinful feelings… these… wonderful… magical… incredible… Oh Lord, I…I feel a pressure building…is this…am I about to…Oh Lord…

*Her moans subside, as he pulls away from her* L-Lord…why did you stop? Did I do something wrong? Or…Lord, you…your nightgown…it is…gone. Your perfect form is exposed to me. Your rugged face, your toned, muscular chest, your strong arms, and your…your…oh my word. Your…manhood. Your long, thick, perfect manhood. Am…am I the first to ever lay eyes on it? *Pause* Then Lord, I thank you for this honour. Truly it is an example of true perfection. No mortal man could ever hope to have a manhood as wonderful as yours. Nor could they ever hope to possess testes as wonderful as the large, round globes that hang from underneath your erect manhood. I can almost feel the heat radiating from your genitals, Lord. I can almost hear your seed, the potential children inside your testes, begging to be released from their cage.

I…Lord…do you intend to deprive me of my maidenhood? Am I, against all my wildest expectations, to be made a woman outside of wedlock, by my Lord and God? If so Lord, then I am yours. I give myself to you willingly and gladly. Use me for your pleasure, Lord.

*The sounds of her moans as he slowly penetrates her* Ahhh…Lord, I…I can feel you inside of me…inside my womanhood…all the way in…our bodies are as one. And I am no longer a maiden. I am a woman. I am YOUR woman. Now and forev-AH! *She gasps as he starts thrusting* Oh Lord…Oh my Lord…Oh my wonderful, magnificent Lord. That’s it, make me yours. All yours…Ohhhh…

*Obviously feel free to improv a bit here with the moaning and general sex noises* Yes Lord, yes. Oh Lord, please Lord, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Forgive me Lord, I should not give you commands, but…Oh Lord…Oh God…Oh f…fuck…Ohhhh…

Lord…I am…I’m approaching the edge again…the point of no return…please Lord, give me your seed. I beg of you, please…please Lord…give it to me…give it to me!

*She moans out loudly as she orgasms, obviously make something up probably. Don’t let me constrain you.* Ohhhhhhh yes…Yes Lord! Ohhhhhh…

Lord…thank you for that…I know that I am no more than your servant, but…thank you. Thank you for the pleasure of our coupling, and thank you for allowing me to lay in your arms now. Your body and your bed are both extremely comfortable, and feeling you hold me gives me such a feeling of safety, because I know my Lord and God is watching over me.

*A contended sigh* So Lord, would you like me to cancel all your appointments today, so that we may lay like this for longer? *Pause* I…as you wish, Lord, I won’t cancel them. I apologise, Lord, for being presumptuous. I should not have spoken above my station. I beg your forgiveness. *Pause* You…want to keep doing this? I don’t understand…*Pause* I see…you wish for our physical relationship to remain a secret? As you wish, Lord. In public, I will be nothing more than your Personal Assistant. But behind the prying eyes of the other Heavenly Hosts…I will be so much more.