Making a Son With Mary

Backstory
I woke from a fitful sleep yesterday, and the cloud of Satan was hovering over my bed. “You must have an offspring to carry your important work into the future.”
 
“That sounds like fun. Why don’t you do it yourself oh powerful one?” said Michael.  
 
“Well, I suppose it could be fun, but I need a human to do this, dumb ass,” said the cloud. “I will show you a woman with qualities of intelligence and human attractiveness needed for this divine calling. Your task will be to plant the seed, then leave her alone after a season.”  
 
“A season? What do you mean?”  
 
Satan said, “After the child is born, his mother must exit this world to avoid influencing the child or her own damnation.”  
 
“You mean she has to die? The mother of my son must die?”  
 
“Parish, pass on, croak, exit to eternal rest, call it what you like. I just can’t have her interfering with your son’s upbringing. I’ve selected a family for that.”  
 
“How will she die?”  
 
“You don’t worry about that. Just enjoy making a baby with her,” said the cloud.  
 
I felt troubled by his commands but knew I must follow without question. Satan gave me the ability to suppress unpleasant thoughts. Speaking of abilities, over the next couple of days I notice my scrotum growing to more closely match Satan’s cock I received earlier.  
 
The next evening, I went out driving and noticed a young lady jogging. She had short blonde hair, was probably 5’7” and fit. Her cheeks were red, and she ran with a fluid stride. As I passed, she stepped into the entrance of Underground Books.  
 
I parked and walked in. She was sipping water and browsing the shelves.  
 
“Good run?” I asked.  
 
She looked up and smiled, “Oh yes. I must have my daily run or life’s not worth living.”  
 
“Wow, that important! Can’t think of any habits I’d describe that way.” I was thinking of a couple.  
 
She laughed and said, “Well, you should try it.”  
 
That’s when I noticed her eyes, so clear and blue, full of life and enthusiasm. When our eyes connected, I realized my gift of magnetism was working.  
 
“Do you live in the area?” she asked.  
 
“Yes, Smith Village on the corner of Gabriel and Smith. I’m Michael.”  
 
 “Hi, I’m Mary. I’ve run past it your place many times. Sometimes I run with a group that begins here at Underground Books. You should join us.”  
 
“I wouldn’t know where to start. Only running I did was in the military, and that was years ago.”  
 
“You must begin again. If you want a novice run, I’ll meet you here and give you some pointers,” she said. I like helping people make a healthy change. You may as well know, I’m a cardiac nurse and think the heart and mind are our most important organs.”  
 
“You’re right about that. I really do need to try this.”  
 
“She opened her phone. I run every day. Tomorrow is an easy run on my scheduled. Would this same time work, say 3 o’clock right here?”  
 
And that was how it happened that I had a run scheduled for Sunday afternoon. During my jog with her, I learned that she’d been married for two years but divorced for the last year. She was 26 and had been a cardiac nurse for four years. Marriage breakup wasn’t traumatic for her, just not meant to be. She didn’t date much because of work.  
 
When we got back to the bookstore, I was exhausted. I told Mary I liked to prepare food. Would she join me at my apartment for something light? She agreed without hesitation. Damn, that magnetism was something!  
 
After our meal, we sat on the couch. I hadn’t noticed several details about Mary’s body during our run. There was a gentleness in her features and smooth understated lines of her form. Her short hair revealed a smooth but fit neckline, and her breasts formed a slight cleavage under her modest top. She was hot.  
 
As we talked, I was surprised when she touched my leg. I put my hand on hers. She looked up and leaned in for a kiss. I heard a voice, “She’s the one to give you offspring, and she is ready to do the deed.”  
 
Taking Satan at his word, I kissed her lips, and things began to spin.  
 
Sweet Mary seemed to go into heat  
Her cheeks were red with hunger    
I touched her lips; they needed meat  
 
Before I knew, her hand was there  
Rubbing firmly across my bulge  
I pulled it out, and it rose in the air  
 
Without hesitation, she bent and sucked  
She said, “You’re the most blessed I’ve ever seen  
I felt Satan’s spirit in my seminal duct  
 
I stood and led Mary to my bed  
We stripped like demons that were possessed  
She did Satan’s bidding and gave me head  
 
She spread her long and slender legs    
I pressed down deep in her treasured dark  
Preparing sperm to seek her eggs  
 
She was committed to Satan’s call  
He gave her an orgasm through her whole being  
Into her bliss I injected my all  
 
My semen flowed free through my swollen cock  
Filling her empty to brimming with life  
Millions of sperm then racing the clock  
 
As I place my last drop inside  
I covered her precious cunt under my hands 
“His name will be Azrail, with you he’ll abide.”  
 
Mary looked up with confused eyes  
“What did you say about abide?”  
“I said thank you for the wonderful ride.”  
 
As she left, I said, “We’ll keep in touch.”  
“You’re carrying something I love very much.”  
She kissed me and looked at me in the eyes  
“Thank YOU so much for the life-changing ride.”  
 
After she’d gone I heard a voice. “Well done. You’ll have a son. As your reward for tonight’s restraint, I’ll give you new highs.”  
 
With that, I felt my cock growing quickly hard again. I pulled it out just before it began to ejaculate anew. I stood amazed surrounded by the dark cloud. I looked down to see the physical image of Mary sucking and swallowing as cascades of fluid continued to flow. After a full minute of throbbing, I fell in ecstasy to the wooden floor next to a puddle of spent cum.  
 
The voice said, “It’s time to get back to your divine tasks. Rest and prepare.”