Page 19 of Sinful Pride

“There’s my good boy,” Zachariel praised, and I curled into his leg to get that tiny little bit of more contact.

He pulled his fingers out of me, ready for the next part. But now I found myself too close to the edge. My cock was dripping with precum, rock hard, the heat in my abdomen like molten lava. I knew I didn’t have enough willpower to ignore it.

I didn’t know if I was ready for the next part.

Strong but gentle hands encouraged me to get up from the position over Zachariel’s lap. I stood up gingerly, letting my lover pull me to the side without protest, still focused on getting my cock to listen, to let me savor this experience for at least a few minutes more. Down boy!

Only when Nathaniel and Kreshadon stepped up to the center of the scene and unfolded an enormous, extremely fluffy white rug in the center did I realize they were preparing the place for me. Shit. I thought my imaginations of him fucking me on all fours like an animal was only a projection of my own desires, wishful thinking, but it very well could become true now. With no bed or seat in sight, it seemed inevitable. We were going to do it on the floor. No matter how luxurious and soft it was, it was still the floor. It sent a shiver of excitement down my spine.

“We are nearly done,” Zachariel said.

Wait, nearly?

Zachariel accepted something from Kreshadon, and my eyes widened. It was a collar. A beautiful thing of white leather that would fit snugly around my throat. And, no less importantly, it had a lead.

“I love your collar,” Zachariel said, and I hissed in pain as the decoration on my neck made with his grace flared to life for a second before it became invisible again. “But we need something more tangible tonight. Will you accept this collar as well?”

I tilted my chin up proudly. “I had already accepted you collaring me. It doesn’t matter to me what form the collar takes.”

The smile I got in answer could light up an entire neighborhood with its power.

The white leather strip coiled around my neck as Zachariel tied it carefully, buckling the collar up, checking if it was tight before he stepped back. He made me stumble forward as he led me to the center of the rug and pulled me down until I was on my knees, then my hands… He grabbed the collar itself and forced me as low as I could go until my face was buried in the fluffy carpet.

“Stay like this,” he said calmly. As if he wasn’t affected by this at all. Filthy liar.

For a moment I considered showing my teeth and fighting back, but I knew how the man fucked. I could have started in a more dignified position, but sooner or later, I would end up like this; head lolling against the floor, my hands unable to support me.

“Hurry,” I groaned.

Zachariel ran an indulgent hand over my spine. Then he parted my ass cheeks, pausing to see how my hole was gaping, hungry to be filled. As he continued staring, I realized he wasn’t doing it only for his own titillation.

They all stared at me.

All around me, people shifted in their seats again to get a better viewing point, some just forsaking the chairs to stand and prowl around the scene to get a full 3D view. I was as exposed as I could get. And they all reveled in it. Especially Zachariel.

The hand spreading me pulled off, and I was about to protest at the loss of contact, but a much-wanted sound stopped me. Zachariel pulled his zipper down.

I tried to turn around to take a look at him pulling out his cock, the flushed column of his erection always a sight, but he pulled at my collar, turning my head back to the previous position. So I just lay there, waiting for salvation to come.

Deliver me from waiting for cock, I thought feverishly. And even if God wasn’t there anymore, someone still had answered my prayers.

I felt the tip of Zachariel’s cock pressing between my cheeks, snagging on my hole. The angel-demon pushed forward and forced his way inside, inch by inch, making me feel every step of this slow joining of our bodies.

This was a ritual designed solely for pleasure. There was no excuse of procreation, not only because we were men, but because angels and demons differed from humans, and we couldn’t get anyone pregnant. Each of our sexual exploits was always geared only towards satisfaction. Satiating those base desires.

I felt all those carnal instincts awake in me as Zachariel spread me open with the tip of his cock, pushing further and further inside me, hollowing me out to create a space for the incoming bliss. The first thrust was slow and deliberate, second and third as well, but by the fifth there was something animalistic in Zachariel’s thrusts. The need he tried to keep hidden blossomed into flowers of lust, his desires exposed for everyone to see and admire.

That, more than the response of my own body, was my undoing. At a particularly toe-curling thrust I cried out Zachariel’s name, and it was all the warning he had before I tumbled down the road of no return and fell apart on his cock. My ass squeezed tight, milking him as my cum stained the white rug underneath. I had to turn my head to the side to gasp for air, as the aftershock wrecked my body, the feeling only prolonged by Zachariel sheathing himself in me to the hilt and staying there, buried so deep inside me I could swear I felt the shape of him.

When my breathing returned nearly to its normal state I stilled, waiting for Zachariel’s reaction. Was he going to be angry because I came without permission? Was he going to use it against me and fuck me until I was a wreck once more, then not allow me to come once he finished? Those were all real possibilities, things that had happened in the past. Zachariel could be a cruel dom, but I wouldn’t have him any other way. I enjoyed this game between us too much.

But Zachariel did not scold me. Worse; he praised me in an utterly condescending and arousing way.

“Such a beautiful boy, Hellion. You just couldn’t wait… It was too much for your poor body. Isn’t that right? I know you’re just a little slut and you can’t help yourself. It’s not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. I spoiled you too much. And now I’m reaping what I had sown myself. So, let’s start again, baby. And this time, do not forget to ask for my permission to come. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” I gasped out.

I felt him pull that thick, hard length back to prepare for continuing our dalliance. I grabbed the strands of white, fluffy hair from the rug, anchoring myself, but Zachariel’s thrust still pushed my whole body forward, sliding me along the carpet with the strength of it. The previous fucking was just a little taste of what he could do; now, it was no holds barred. My still over-sensitive body seized around his cock, the plowing thrusts of his hips grinding against me, making me see stars.