Page 14 of Sinful Pride
My cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, but I glared at the cock in front of me and decided to take it as a challenge. How hard could it be to not accidentally hurt your partner during sex? Tirael, try harder! I admonished myself.
The second attempted worked better. It took a few tries, but I found the best way to keep my teeth covered and from then on I managed to get most of the way down.
“Focus on the rhythm,” Beelzebub advised. “Up and down. Make it nice and wet. Messy blowjobs are the best.”
Were they? I set a push-and-pull rhythm and used the saliva gathering in my mouth to my advantage until my actions produced truly pornographic noises. The tips of my ears grew red as grunts and huffs of air from Raphael’s mouth joined the dirty symphony. When I got my first moan, I decided I was doing something right and went about my task with even more enthusiasm.
The blowjob really got messy. My hands and face were wet and a streak of saliva escaped from the corner of my mouth. I had to look ridiculous.
“Wonderful, you look amazing with my cock in your mouth, precious,” Raphael said.
I shifted on my knees, my cock growing at the praise, and tried to take the angel deeper. As I felt the tip push at the back of my throat, I knew it was a mistake. I pulled off before I could cough from the sensation. It was better to ask for guidance from the start before I made a fool of myself again.
“Master… can you tell me how… how to…”
I hoped the context would be obvious and I wouldn’t actually have to say it, but Beelzebub’s smile grew a cruel edge.
“How to what? C’mon, tell us. What does our sweet, innocent little angel want to do?”
“I want to… take more of it,” I mumbled, curling into myself.
“What? I cannot hear you, angel, speak clearly.”
“I want to…”
“Louder.”
“I want to take it down my throat!” I shouted, frustrated at being bullied.
Then I had to hide my face behind my hands.
“Don’t you dare Raphael, if you go into another one of your ‘you don’t have to’ spiels, I will instruct the boy to bite your dick off. Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck that tight throat. Now, I can teach Tirael how to deepthroat with my fingers or my cock. Which one will it be?”
“Fingers,” Raphael spat out.
That meant… it meant he truly wanted to feel my throat around him. I could see he was jealous at the thought of Beelzebub getting to experience it first. The usually ugly emotion made me feel warm. It made Raphael feel more human. I was getting under his skin and stirring the lust inside him.
“Sir…” I moaned from between his legs.
“So eager,” Beelzebub teased. “Let’s waste no time then. Ah, the things I do for you.”
With a burst of power, he got rid of the pointed claw tips on his hand, leaving short black fingernails.
Two blackened fingers were unceremoniously shoved into my mouth. The demon kneeled behind me, which meant whatever he did was perfectly on display for Raphael. There was no way to hide.
“Suck.”
I followed the order.
“Lick.”
I twirled my tongue around the digits.
“Now, take it. Take what I’m giving you.”
I tried, I really did, but Beelzebub’s fingers pressing in triggered my gag reflex. I pulled off them, coughing.
“Again,” Beelzebub demanded once I had it under control. “Relax your throat and push through that reflex.”