"Oh, Shaitan!" Gabrielle moaned through at least her hundredth orgasm.
"you've got the tongue of an angel!"
"And you've got the lips of an angel, Gabby!" The devil ran his long wet tongue along the Archangel's pussy lips, causing her to moan and purr some more. On earth, a spring crop of maize, responding to the angelic siblings' heavenly bliss, would be especially abundant this year.
"Now," Shaitan announced, still supporting the pair of them with his red, batlike wings. "You do me!"
The Archangel giggled girlishly. "Hell no, brother." She pointed at his huge, barbed member. "I know where that big cock of yours has been!"
"But that's not fair!" Shaitan said.
"And your whining's not fair!" Gabrielle said.
"MOM!" They both said together.
The already-bright expanse of the heavenly realm became much brighter as
the Just and Merciful Allah appeared to Her children. "Shai! Gabby!"
She said. "Why are my favorite spirit children fighting?"
"It's Gabby's fault, Mom!" the devil complained. "She won't suck my cock!"
"Just because he's always fucking the humans - and won't wash afterward!" the Archangel complained. "How gross is that!"
"Now, now kids," Allah clucked her tongue. "Gabby, if Shai's not clean, just take care of him; you are older, after all. And Shai, don't be a brat; let Gabby take care of you."
Fluttering her snow-white feathery wings, Gabrielle hovered over Shaitan and showered him with a thorough rainstorm. On earth, a parched desert landscape received a life-giving afternoon shower.
"Now, isn't it better to get along?" Allah smiled on her children. On earth two tribes that had been warring for generations finally came to the peace table.
"Oh, no!" Allah said suddenly. On earth, there was a solar eclipse.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Shaitan asked. It was hard to think anything could be wrong, when Gabrielle's lips sucked on the forked tip of his cock.
"Gabby, your kids - what do you call them?"
The Archangel removed her lips from the devil's cock. "I just call them 'The Church' these days, Mom - what's wrong with them?"
"They're persecuting each other - something about am I Three or One."
Shaitan laughed. "Are you a toddler or a baby, Mom?"
"No, silly!" Gabrielle said, irritated. "The Church is being run by men and they like to count things. As though Goddess could be limited to a Unitarian or Trinitarian view!"
"Wanna show them how many you can be, Mom?" Shaitan smiled as he egged on his Mother.
"No, no." Just and Merciful Allah shook Her head, Her golden tresses outshining the sun. "Gabby's invested a lot of time in the fools; I don't think shattering their fragile little minds would be nice. Gabby, why don't you go down and appear to one of your 'Church' people and make them stop persecuting each other."
"Aw, Mom," The Archangel whined. "Do I have to? They get so frustrating!"
"Can I go, Mom?" Shaitan said eagerly. "I can do a great job!" The devil beat his wings eagerly. On earth a typhoon inundated a small island chain, killing scores and leaving many more homeless.
"Hey yea!" Gabrielle said, also eager. "And with brat out of the way, you and I can ... " The Archangel blushed, more shy and more beautiful than the Morning Star. "You know, Mom ... like we used to?"
"But that's not fair!" Shaitan exclaimed. "I wanted to fuck Mom!"
"Later, Honey," said Allah, blessed be Her name. "You go show 'The Church' to stop fighting, and Mommy will fuck you later, promise!"
"Aw, Mom," the devil whined. But he took off anyway; it wasn't often he was able to do stuff like Big Sister and he relished the opportunity.
Wise Allah, Creatrix of all there is, settled into a long, delicious session of lovemaking with Gabrielle, Her Archangel and Voice. On earth, a pod of dolphins came together, spending long years having gentle, playful sex somewhere in the Indian Ocean. And Shaitan came to earth, to the Arabian Peninsula. The devil snickered at the name; "Peninsula" - it sounded like "cock".
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Part 2
"Mohammed, why are your goats always so tired?"
"Um" the boy stammered. "I dunno, Mom - maybe I need to graze them more?"
"Well, go do that, little boy," the Prophet's mom kissed him on the forehead. "They look like they could use nourishment."
Mohammed (peace be upon him) hurriedly got his staff and led his goats out to the hill country. He smiled broadly as the lovestruck animals crowded around him. The Prophet (praise his name) couldn't wait to get his goats up into the hills, so he could fuck them again. Mohammed felt guilty; he'd been fucking his goats so much they hadn't had much time for grazing. But he couldn't get enough of them.
As sundown came on the shortest night of the year, the Prophet (blessed be his worn-out cock) lay under the stars, panting heavily after another long day of passionate sex with his goats. Suddenly, Shaitan appeared to him. The sudden appearance of the devil made poor Mohammed wet himself; he never was very brave, and really, the appearance of an angel isn't something many people could take while still holding their bladder.
"Howdy, Mo!" the devil said to him. Seeing how the Prophet wet himself, he knew Mohammed would be a pushover. "How'd you like to make a deal?"
"What, um," Mohammed, (how's it goin', Mo?) stammered. "What do you want me to do?"
"You're going to start a religion that will be so evil and violent, it will even make Christianity look tame," Shaitan said. "Your followers will be so vicious and despicable that even Christians will be ashamed of their violence and stop trying to kill each other." The devil smiled. So whaddya say?"
"Oooh!" Said Mohammed (peace be upon the devil's servant). "I get to start a religion and have followers? Count me in!"
"Now now, boy!" Shaitan said to his new Prophet. "You're head of a religion for 5 seconds and it's already gone to your head. You need to learn a little submission, and I know just the way."
And with that, Shaitan bent the Prophet Mohammed over and unceremoniously shoved his hard, barbed, forked cock up his virgin asshole. Mohammed (doesn't he wish he had KY jelly!) squirmed in combined pain and pleasure as the devil made the founder of Islam into his little bitch.
The two spent the night in wedded bliss. The goats watched enviously as Shaitan pounded Mohammed's sore ass repeatedly. Toward morning, the night of stimulating Mohammed (blessed be his overstimulated prostate!) had it's effect; the Prophet came profusely, the semen that had been destined for the cunts of his goats spilling over the hillside.
"Now you know the meaning of submission, Mo!" laughed Shaitan as he held the trembling Prophet. "Now you know the meaning of Islam. Now come back next Friday and I'll start giving you some substance for your religion. You do take dictation, don't you?" the devil said, laughing again.
So every Friday for the whole, hot summer, Shaitan buggered the Prophet Mohammed (peace be upon his poor neglected goats). While he pounded his ass, the devil whispered in his ear. While Mohammed (still wishes he had that KY jelly!) took the barbed cock of his master Shaitan, he faithfully wrote down everything the devil whispered in his ear.
And so were born the Surah's, and eventually the whole Quran. Each was a joy to Mohammed, as each was accompanied by his own orgasm as the devil pounded his ass. Before long, he forgot his goats and collected a herd of people instead.
"But devil," complained the Prophet Mohammed (blessed be the goatfucker). "I'm ashamed to say that I got the Quran from you whilst you were buggering me. How should I tell people I got my inspiration?"
"Tell them ... " Shaitan considered. "Oh yes! Tell them the Archangel Gabriel made you his bitch."
