Page 36 of Sinful Pride
My cock jumped, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down, an omen of what was to come. But today I had permission from one of my doms. I could do it. Just let myself go.
Moans and cries spilled from my lips freely, in a tide that couldn’t be stopped. Not anymore, not when I was so close.
“Just a little more, oh, yes, like this, yes, please,” I called to both of my lovers and was rewarded with Beelzebub’s cold, unfeeling golden hand pressing against my overheated body, the contrast making it seem as if my skin burned everywhere he touched.
Meanwhile, Raphael’s fingers delved into me unrelentingly. At some point I realized I was stuffed with four fingers. I expected more pain, but all I could feel was fullness eclipsing everything. And pressure, so much pressure. It was everywhere. They were everywhere. Inside me, my body, my mind, my dreams. Cries echoed through the island as I painted Raphael’s suit white with my cum.
“What a dirty boy,” Beelzebub purred. But this wasn’t his scary voice. It was his pleased voice. “Clean it up.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and maneuvered me until my face was pressed to where I had dirtied Raphael. Obediently, I pushed my tongue out and swiped at the still-warm streaks of my own essence, eating it all, doing away with the proof of my sins.
This act of service merged seamlessly with the post-orgasmic haze until I was floating just a bit in that place I managed to reach for the first time three weeks ago and that I missed instantly when that first night was over. I wanted to feel it again and now I could. They let me bask in this feeling, not hurrying me along, as I nuzzled into the soft fabric and turned the strokes of my tongue into kitten licks to prolong the experience, making it last just a minute longer. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but at some point I couldn’t pretend anymore that there was anything left to clean. But by then, I felt the edges of the world encroaching on me again, and I let myself be lifted from the floaty sensation and tethered to the earth once more by my doms’ words and touches.
“Wonderful, you’re so beautiful,” Raphael provided me with a constant stream of praise. “Are you ready for more?”
“That’s easy to check. Pull your fingers out, angel.”
Oh, he was still inside me, even after I came, I thought.
Raphael dragged his fingers out.
“So empty,” I whimpered.
Beelzebub laughed at my neediness.
“Oh, you are really panting for it. Raphael, I think that position isn’t half bad. Keep him in place for me.”
“Can I see it first?” I asked before I could stop myself when I heard the telltale sound of a zipper. I knew that from this position, with Beelzebub at my back, I wouldn’t be able to see the cock sliding in and out or explore the details with my eyes.
“Curious, aren’t we? Sure, have a good look at what’s going to destroy you tonight.” Unceremoniously, he planted one of his legs up on the stone slab next to us. Both of our gazes zeroed in on the unique erection.
“Go on, you can touch,” Beelzebub said, looking extremely pleased with himself. “You too, Raphael.”
My eyes widened, and I darted a quick glance at the Archangel. His chiseled cheeks flushed pink at the challenge, but he was the first of the two of us to actually reach out and trail his fingers over the bumps and ridges. I followed quickly after, emboldened by his action, and our two hands explored every blackened surface, tracing the red cracks that seemed to glow with their own light, squeezing at the bulbous base until Beelzebub hissed.
Raphael tangled our fingers together and moved our joint hands up and down. I watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the cock before us grew even bigger.
“That’s enough,” Beelzebub growled. “It’s time to test if you can take me.” Beelzebub stepped behind me. “Have you ever been fucked before? By a real cock, not a toy?” Beelzebub asked.
Didn’t he already know the answer to that question? My inexperience at the previous encounter spoke for itself…
“Tell me,” the demon pressed.
“No, I have never…”
“Never what?”
“Never been f-fucked before,” I stuttered out.
“You’re quite brave, or maybe stupid, to make this your first rodeo. But I’ll give you that your first time will be something you will never forget.”
With that, he started pressing in. I clung to Raphael’s shoulders, a gasp on my lips. The angel’s hands rested on my hips, stroking soothing circles into my skin as the first part of that strange erection pressed inside. The head didn’t have the mushroom-like shape of a human penis; instead, it resembled more of a canine shape with a pointed tip. The first few inches sank into me quite easily, seeing as I was stretched by four fingers, but the erection got wider as it went down. The true test began when my tight ring met the first ridge. I could feel it in the way Beelzebub slowed to press against the resistance, how he pushed until the tight muscle had no other option but to let the intrusion in. The protrusion popped in, letting a few agonizingly good quarters of inches press inside before another ridge stood in the way.
“Can you guess how many ridges there are?” Beelzebub asked me after he stopped his movements.
I didn’t have to guess. When I had my hand intertwined with Raphael’s and we moved up and down, up and down, I counted them all.
“Five.”