Page 39 of Sinful Pride

“Yeah, that’s it. You’re my bitch now. So pretty,” Beelzebub uttered, spilling filth into the air around us. “Take my seed, take it all. Can you feel how it’s filling you up?”

Tirael’s head lolled in a nod. Could he really? Feel the hot cum spreading inside his body? I didn’t know. Maybe it was another difference between Beelzebub’s diabolical cock and a regular one. Or maybe there was so much of cum the feeling was impossible to miss? Somehow, not being able to see or feel it myself made the experience even better. My imagination was in an overdrive. By Tirael’s reactions it had to feel glorious; a bit of pain and a lot of tears seemed worth it in the end.

I pressed my palm against my own straining cock. Would it be pathetic if I came just from seeing this, just from watching? I never thought voyeurism did much for me, but apparently I was very, very wrong. Those two together were breathtaking.

“How long do you have to stay like this?” I asked.

“Quite a while,” Beelzebub responded, pleased with himself. “About half an hour. Enough time to see to you as well, angel.”

“Oh,” I startled at the attention suddenly shifting to me. “It’s fine. I think Tirael is already out of it, aren’t you, baby?” Tirael made a fucked-out sound of agreement.

“I can try,” he said, his speech slurred.

“No need,” Beelzebub snorted. “Just enjoy hanging off my knot and don’t worry about anything. I can take care of Raphael.”

My eyes widened at the declaration. Brazenly, Beelzebub pulled Tirael up until he was sitting with his back to the demon’s chest. He made a come-hither gesture at me.

“Come here, I promise I won’t bite… too much.”

I gulped at the row of sharp teeth on display, but still shuffled closer. Beelzebub reenacted the scene when we were previously face to face, but this time he kissed me over Tirael’s shoulder. The kiss was possessive, charged, as if the cum Beelzebub was pumping into Tirael wasn’t enough of an outlet for his lust. The demon’s mouth muffled my cry as I felt his hand sneak between my legs. I scrambled to open up my pants to let him have better access.

His fingers made a circle over my cockhead, pressed into the slit, and gathered all the precum there before he started stroking me. I was so wet I didn’t even need lube. The truth was, I was so keyed up just the smallest of touches could send me over the edge.

I gasped and leaned my forehead on Tirael’s shoulder. The angel’s body was pressed between us and at this point, we were the only thing keeping him upright. It didn’t take much for Beelzebub to turn me into nearly as much of a mess as our younger lover. I was so, so close.

“Give it to me,” Beelzebub growled when he saw I tried to prolong the sensation. “I want you to lose control. I won’t have it any other way.”

What was I supposed to do? Not fuck his hand? Not let myself rut into it? Not fill the island with the sounds of my defilement? I let myself sink into lust until I spilled all over Beelzebub’s hand, who presented his dirty fingers to Tirael.

“Since you did nothing, you can at least clean up.”

Tirael did so eagerly, either because he was still too fucked out to be embarrassed or because he was past that line after he already cleaned the cum off me previously. He ate all of my semen with gusto, Beelzebub’s hand was shining with spit by the time he was done. The act seemed to have drained all the remaining energy from the angel as his eyelids started to droop. Amazingly, a few minutes later, he fell asleep on the knot. Beelzebub and I chuckled quietly, making sure not to wake up our charge. We still had at least fifteen minutes to go and I wasn’t going to just leave Tirael like that so I stayed. In the setting darkness we talked quietly, and in this most bizarre of ways, I got to know Beelzebub a bit better. Small details, like his fierce love of sour gummies, made him more… well, not more human, but somehow more real. The demon hid behind the mask he created for himself, a mask he could never take off as it was a permanent part of his body, but I felt like I was given a precious peak at what laid underneath. And to my astonishment, I found myself liking what I found.

Beelzebub isn’t so bad, I decided in the end.

Chapter 14

Tirael

When I received the official summons to meet with the Consul and his Shadow (yes, Hellion insisted upon those titles) I was instantly terrified.

If they wanted something from me, they could just swing by my desk. Or, as Hellion was prone to do, shout loudly enough for his voice to carry and for me to go see what his lazy ass wanted. So, being greeted with a written message made my stomach plummet. The meeting was in just half an hour. Hurriedly, I made my way to the kitchen. My gaze roamed wildly over all the different teas and snacks I had gathered to please my employers. I had to bite back a curse when I saw the box with Zachariel’s favorite was empty. Sure, I could go with the second best blend, but what if that wasn’t enough? It never was enough, so I had to stack the deck in my favor in every possible way. My decades serving different angels taught me the difference between being just humiliated for hours and being dismissed for good could lie in daring to lift your eyes from the floor for a second. Sure, Zachariel and Hellion taught me to behave a bit differently. Sometimes they even wanted me to be bolder and share my opinions… but the expectations were still there and missteps were plausible, almost a certainty.

It was very hard to carry the tray with the tea when my hands wanted to shake.

I rapped my knuckles against the door to the main office, the tray haphazardly pressed to the wall to allow me for that courtesy.

“Come in,” Zachariel invited.

I opened the door and stepped in, making a beeline to set the tray down and serve the tea. There were only two cups. If they wanted to be rid of me, me partaking in the ritual of tea would make them madder. Doing the polite thing and waiting until I finished sipping the hot beverage would only prolong the torture. It was a logical choice, but I kind of regretted it when I sat in front of my employers and had nothing to fiddle with in my hands.

“Tirael, just the angel we wanted to see!” Hellion chirped.

I couldn’t read that expression. Was that a smile at my expense? Or maybe whatever was going to happen to me just didn’t matter enough to lower Hellion’s good mood.

“You have been with us for a year now,” Zachariel picked up the conversation. Oh God, I was right. It was a performance review. I felt sweat gathering at my brow, the recollection of every mistake I had made in the past year flashing through my mind. The time I spilled tea over important documents. When one of the demons found my polite manner dismissive and made a complaint straight to Zachariel. The time I overslept and came to work late.

“A year of this venture, can you believe it? Fine, fine, I will stop interrupting you, Zach. Go on with your big speech.” Hellion rolled his eyes.