Page 18 of Sinful Pride
Zachariel turned the vibrations completely off before he gave the remote to Abaddon. I was expecting the demonic pair to use it immediately, but Abaddon chose to wait, so instead, I focused on what Zachariel had been doing. Now that he had two hands free, he was using them liberally. He pulled me up and ordered me to stand still. Then he walked around me, one hand or the other, or both of them on my body all the time. One minute he was touching my neck, the other he focused on my ass, then switched to tormenting my chest, getting close to my nipples but refusing to touch them. He pressed his fingers along my shoulders, my spine, mixing delicate swipes with harder presses which made my muscles ache before the touch went away.
It was driving me crazy, and I had to ball my fists up as I stood there, letting Zachariel do whatever he wanted to me. Anything he wanted, and this was what he chose to torment me with? This good-but-not-enough slow unraveling? I had to fight to not spit out the ‘hurry-up’ that laid on the tip of my tongue. I knew that speaking up now would have the opposite effect and Zachariel would slow down even more. My patience paid off as minutes later Zachariel circled to the front of me and patted my cheek condescendingly.
“Good boy,” he said in a way that was absolutely designed to rile me up.
Zachariel snatched his fingers away with a laugh when I tried to bite him.
“Now, I want to prepare you. But, I’m wondering, what would our spectators like more: to see your ass when I plunge my fingers in or to watch your face and see all the emotions, all the feelings you won’t be able to hide?”
There was a mix of responses from the crowd.
“Both options are good, you say? Then how about this? Let’s use the circular shape of the scene. I will get Hellion across my lap and this way, you can choose which part you want to watch by shifting your chair to get the preferred view.”
Zachariel went to grab one of the chairs himself, placed it on the scene, sprawled on it, then patted his thigh. It may not have been a verbal order, but he was pretty clear I had to anticipate his needs, so I decided this non-verbal order preceded the previous verbal one. Unfreezing from my position I approached Zachariel quickly, knowing that if I thought about it too long I would have trouble just folding over. So I made it quick and painless, over and done in a second, like ripping off a bandaid. The embarrassment set in after I was in position, especially when I had to watch several of our spectators shift their seats to watch my face.
I was unsurprised to see Aurelius and Abaddon among those. But I also spotted Raphael, Serena, and Anael. Fortunately, I didn’t have to fixate on that alone for long, as Zachariel pulled out a little foil square full of lube and started to prepare me.
Demons didn’t need as much preparation as humans, but Zachariel enjoyed doing this. He took pleasure in watching me squirm on his fingers. I wasn’t surprised that he took his time with it, just circling one finger over my tight opening, making sure I was wet, relaxed, and sensitive before he plunged his first finger in. The moment he did, I cried out as I could feel not only his finger in me, but the forgotten cockring coming to life. Those bastards, Aurelius and Abaddon, got me when I was least expecting it and cranked the vibrations high from the start, making me bite my lips to keep the moans in and not give them satisfaction. I could last a bit longer, before the embarrassing sounds spilled freely from my lips, right?
My cock was trapped against Zachariel’s thigh, and before the demonic pair turned the vibrations off, my cock was drooling against it. Zachariel played with my hole, teasing me with that one finger until I was pretty sure the only thing stopping him from giving me another was his cruelty. Sadistic bastard.
“Give me more!” I demanded after much too long of this torment.
And I got more.
An electric shock sparked along my cock, making my jaw lock before I whimpered pathetically.
“Don’t be greedy,” Aurelius called from his seat.
Zachariel chose the moment I opened my mouth to respond with a cutting remark to push his second finger in and immediately went to town. I moaned at the fast rhythm of in and out, the whirlwind of heat spreading through my trembling body. They could all see it… they were staring… I didn’t know what exactly showed on my face, but they looked captivated. I usually tried to separate sex and emotion and I was pretty successful at that in the past. That is until Zachariel came along and turned my world upside down. Now each sexual act was inevitably connected to mushy emotions as well. How low have I fallen! Well, low enough to be a demon in the lap of an angel, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. Especially when Zachariel targeted my prostate and pressed the tips of his slender fingers against it, rubbing in a tight circle that made me nearly levitate off his lap.
“There,” I cried out. ”There, yes, ah, please!”
Zachariel tormented me, pressing on that spot until it was tender and sensitive, leaving me panting, my breaths shallow and labored, my cock throbbing with the need to come. It was only then I was finally given three fingers.
“Thank God!” I panted out, ready for this last stage of preparation to be over.
“There’s no God for you to thank anymore,” Zachariel said in an amused tone. “But you can thank someone else.”
With three fingers already in my ass, I was pretty sure this was going to end with me being fucked soon, no matter how much of a brat I was, so I dared to fight back a little.
“Well, first, I would like to thank Aurelius and Abaddon for getting hitched soon and giving me an excuse to throw this, ah, fuck! This amazing bachelor party. Secondly, I would like to… nnn… t-thank Kreshadon and Nathaniel for creating this amazing place. Steel Velvet is really cool, you guys.”
“Thanks!” came Nathaniel’s cheerful reply from the side of my ass.
“If you could?” Zachariel’s question puzzled me before I caught how Abaddon’s fingers moved on the remote.
The fun thing is, I thought the shocks were the worst that could happen. Sure, it was a punishment, but a punishment I was ready to take. But there was something worse than the shocks. The cock ring could give me pain and pleasure at the same time.
I was not ready to take that.
My voice went high and then broke as I tried to make sense of the dual sensation of electricity and vibrations enveloping my cock. It was so much, too much.
“T-thank yo—,” I tried to say what Zachariel wanted to hear, but the sensations going through me were so all-consuming the words broke on my tongue and slid into a wretched groan before I could finish the sentence. I tried again, scrambling for just a few brain cells to finish what I had to say.
“T-thank you, Zachariel!” I pushed out. More of a desperate scream than anything else.
The vibrations and electricity stopped. My panting breaths and small moans at the aftershocks were incredibly loud in the following silence.