Page 16 of Sinful Pride
He pushed me down, down, down, until there was no choice but to take it all. For the first time, my lips met the base of Raphael’s cock. Instead of letting me stay there, Beelzebub pulled me back by my hair harshly, pinpricks of fresh pain setting off around my scalp at the treatment, and set a rhythm of violently fucking my face.
Raphael and I had to hold on for dear life as Beelzebub gave us no mercy.
I could think of nothing else but the cock splitting me wide, while Raphael thrashed under me, his head thrown back in ecstasy, moans spilling from his throat. They would spill from mine as well, my body thrumming with the bliss of being used so thoroughly, but with my mouth constantly filled, Beelzebub barely allowing me to take a quick breath before I was harshly pulled down again, my groans were muffled.
“You are nearly there, aren’t you, angel?” I nodded in confirmation before I realized he was speaking to Raphael. “Ready to spill? Fill this pretty mouth with cum? See how it looks on that pink tongue?”
Beelzebub’s hold on my hair tightened into a vice when I was half-way up, suddenly destroying the rhythm. Raphael’s hips flew off the bed, the Archangel pushing into me instead of just letting me and Beelzebub do the work, too lost in sensation to stop.
He was truly fucking my throat now, his motions uncontrolled, raw, wild like I had never seen him before.
My body shook in anticipation of the reward for making him like this.
“Darling… ah… so good…” Raphael groaned and spilled in my mouth.
The hot cum spread in my mouth, coating my tongue, as Beelzebub pulled me far enough to let me taste everything. I gulped down what I could, relishing the taste of saltiness and accomplishment.
It sat warm in my belly.
“So fucking pretty,” Beelzebub growled, and I found myself spread on the floor, looking up at the demon as he pulled his hard cock out, stripping it fast. He thrust his black boot against my cock, the painful pressure making my spine arch. I should think how humiliating such treatment was, but all I could focus on was rubbing against the sole. With a whimper I came under that boot, my body shaking with the wave of bliss as it crested even higher when Beelzebub added to the mess on my stomach, his cum falling in streaks of white against my torso, my neck, the warm jizz sliding down the valleys of my body.
As if in a trance, I slid a finger through the wetness and brought it to my lips, moaning at the taste.
Beelzebub laughed.
“See? I told you our angel would get addicted to cum.”
Chapter 6
Hellion
“I had promised you entertainment,” I said as I sauntered onto the stage. “Entertainment of the best sort. May I present to you: me! I’m going to entertain the lot of you. As you all have agreed to come to this BDSM party, thinly veiled as a stag night, I know you are a bunch of kinky motherfuckers. So, I will give you something to be horny about.”
I winked at the first man who caught my eye, Michael, in this instant. His cheeks flared with pretty pink color.
“May I present: my assistant. Beautiful, skilled and absolutely unique demon-angel, Zachariel himself!”
“Thank you for this rousing introduction,” Zachariel said dryly. “Now, I think you have talked enough, darling. Don’t worry. I’m ready to take the reins now.”
I swallowed as Zachariel took my chin between his fingers and pushed my head up until my throat was showing, open and vulnerable. He moved behind me and started inspecting me, his hands roaming over my body, hiking my shirt up while he talked about me as if I was a prime cut of meat ready to be sold at an auction.
“Ladies and gentlemen, what you see here is a wonderful specimen. A bit used, but still in working order,” Zachariel announced.
“Do the goods have any faults?” Aurelius asked eagerly, ganging up on me with my dom.
“Hellion here has a bit of a temperament, but with a tight enough leash, he will accept his place. Won’t you, pet?”
I showed my teeth and glared at the crowd.
“Only if it’s Zachariel. None of you could handle me.”
Sometimes all I ever wanted was to bite and scratch against Zachariel’s orders. But tonight I wanted to play along with whatever he had in store. I could take offense at this talk, or I could take pride in it. Decision to go along with the humiliation for now made, I let myself relax into the bold touches.
I couldn’t wait for Zachariel to get on with the show and fuck me when I’m on my fours. He already had me going, my cock straining in my pants in anticipation of acting like a slut and dirtying this pretty little podium with my cum.
“Let’s see how well you can behave,” Zachariel said. “Strip.”
I let my clothes fly off in the most unsexy manner possible. It was Zachariel’s fault; he didn’t specify how I should disrobe, so I took the most efficient, even if not the most aesthetically pleasing, route. Soon, I stood naked before the crowd, keeping the flush off my face through sheer willpower.