Page 13 of Sinful Pride
Oh God, was I really going to be able to do this? Bring satisfaction to an angel who likely had thousands of lovers under his belt if his reputation was anything to go by? Usually, I needed to repeat a task ad nauseam to have a chance to master it, and the evidence of all my first-time failures said I couldn’t do this.
I don’t know what to do, I thought, feeling my breath speed up.
A heavy hand landed on my nape, pulling me out of my incoming panic.
“His dick won’t bite, pet,” Beelzebub joked. “Come on, just open those tight pants to see what we are working with.”
We, I thought with relief.
Did that mean Beelzebub was going to guide me through this? I could do that. Following the lead of someone more experienced was infinitely easier than figuring things out from scratch.
My fingers reached for the neon green button of the black formal slacks and carefully popped it open. There was a resistance under the straining fabric, the angel already half hard in the confines of his clothing. I pulled the zipper down carefully, making sure to not catch the material underneath. What was revealed to my eyes were boxers made of silky material in a color matching the other poisonous green accents of Raphael’s ensemble.
My mouth dropped open as I fixated on a darker spot on the boxers where a drop of precum seeped in.
“You are practically salivating for it, aren’t you, slut? Go on. Lick it. Through the fabric at first.”
I didn’t know how good it was going to feel to have wet fabric clinging onto your cock, but I followed Beelzebub’s order and pressed my tongue to that dark spot, making it spread as my saliva joined the gathering precum.
Raphael held his breath as I licked, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. It was working. I was affecting him!
Bolstered by the reaction I licked eagerly until the front of Raphael’s boxers was a complete mess.
“I could watch you like that all day, pet, but it would be embarrassing if we made Raphael come in his pants, don’t you think? Pull him out.”
While I could taste the hint of what was to come it couldn’t compare to tasting Raphael’s precum straight on, so when I fished out the angel’s cock and saw the drop of precum gathering at the tip I just had to lean down and scoop it with my tongue. The saltiness assaulted my tastebuds, the richness of the potent liquid mixing with the musky smell into a heady combination.
I savored my first taste of cock with a moan.
“That’s it. I knew that sweet little tongue was going to be a vision. Those kitten licks are going to drive Raphael crazy. Isn’t that right?”
“It’s a beautiful view,” Raphael confirmed, his voice straining.
What would it take to make him moan?
My daring got me as far as opening my lips and taking the tip of the cock in, letting the fat head sit on my tongue, before I grew frustrated once more, unsure how to proceed. Should I try to take it all? Use my tongue? Suck?
I glanced to the side at Beelzebub, silently begging for directions.
“Feel his shape, use your hands to hold the shaft and give the head some love. Just have fun exploring.”
Gingerly setting my hands on the throbbing length, I quickly discovered having that added bit of control over the angle was a godsend. I licked around the bulbous shape, tracing the ridge of the cockhead, then gave my prize a kiss. It’s not like I'd never seen a cock—I had one after all—but this perspective made everything different and I found myself paying attention to the smallest details. The way the erection had a fetching gradient of red over it, the way I could feel the veins throbbing under my fingertips, the way it jerked up when I pressed my tongue to the underside and was rewarded by a glistening drop of precum. The cock was growing in my hands, slowly plumping up to full hardness, reaching its full potential for destroying me. I wanted to worship it.
“Now, take in more,” Beelzebub growled.
Did he read something in my expression? Or maybe he saw how my cock was valiantly trying to return to hardness after being drained dry not so long ago?
I sealed my lips over the cockhead and slid down, slowly, carefully, but it wasn’t as easy as a few couples I spotted in the act in Heaven or on Earth made it look. It didn’t help that Raphael wasn’t small at all and the girth of the cock grew bigger as I moved down. I moved up and down, trying to position my lips and tongue in the best way, but only ended up catching the sensitive skin with a hint of my teeth. Raphael hissed, his hand flying to my hair in an automatic response.
I pulled off as if burned.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I said, hoping for earth to open up and swallow me, maybe throwing me straight to Hell for good measure.
“Chill, pet, there’s no need to have kittens,” Beelzebub laughed. “If this is enough to defeat the famed Archangel Raphael, Heaven is really in a pickle.”
“It’s fine, Tirael, no harm done,” Raphael reassured. “It’s, ah, a process of learning. Nobody is born giving perfect blowjobs.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure the first demon I gave a blowjob to ascended to Heaven afterwards. But not everyone can be me. So, what’s left for you, pet, is practice. Chop, chop, get to it, that dick won’t suck itself.”