Page 56 of Sinful Pride
I milked him dry before I followed into the pleasurable haze of spilling my seed.
We were entwined more than ever in the aftermath. Three bodies joined, small touches saying ‘mine’ and ‘yours’.
Together.
Beelzebub’s focus was dominance with the sexual side being only an addition, while for Raphael it was the other way around.
As for me… I craved it all.
Submission, the sting of pain, the chance to kneel at their feet and let myself float. The overwhelming pleasure of being taken apart by skillful hands.
The effect of slotting our differences together, tempered with our similarities, was better than any of us had dared to hope for.
Chapter 22
Tirael
A year later
When I let Raphael into my room, he immediately made a beeline towards the windowsill.
“Hello, Michelangelo,” he cooed at the small cacti in a green pot with an orange stripe.
It was a gift from the angel and it amused me to no end that he was so attached to it, to the point of giving it a nickname which continued our joke about the ninja turtles. I was pretty sure collecting the whole mutant turtle squad in the form of plants was only a question of time.
I wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, the gift had been a response to when Raphael and Beelzebub were allowed into my room for a second time and discovered the changes I had made since being officially accepted as a part of the Embassy. I set down my roots quite literally; by taking on a new hobby of gardening. Looking at the greenery sprawling around my room soothed me and watching the plants grow under my care was rewarding. Unlike in Heaven, I could cultivate flowers, herbs, even small dwarf trees here. Beelzebub and Raphael supported my newfound green thumb enthusiastically. In Beelzebub’s case maybe even too enthusiastically.
I sighed, seeing a bundle in the demon’s hands.
“Please, tell me it’s not another penis-shaped plant.”
“Of course not!” Beelzebub put his hand to his chest as if I wounded him. “That would be too predictable. It’s a butt plant this time!”
He tore the protective cover off, not caring that the wrapping fell to the floor, and revealed a pot full of succulents that, indeed, looked unfortunately butt shaped. Each plant had a roundish shape with an ass-crack like line between two halves.
“I think we agreed: no more plants until Tirael gets the greenhouse going?” Raphael huffed, likely in envy, as the agreement was a roadblock to him gifting me a whole ninja turtle plants set.
“Please, this is just a small pot of succulents that won’t grow high. I’m sure Tirael can find a place for them somewhere. If not, we can throw Michaelangelo out and make space that way.”
“Don’t you dare! You scoundrel!” Raphael gasped.
“Not here! Go outside,” I said, seeing the incoming confrontation. Three broken pots from the last play-fight turned vigorous love-making taught me to be firm with this boundary.
Beelzebub opened the door and Raphael pushed him through it. I heard the sounds of a scuffle, then, predictably, sounds of kissing. Beelzebub enjoyed pulling pigtails and was delighted when it worked.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, Michaelangelo,” I said seriously, stroking my finger over the green pot of the cactus. Gingerly, I picked the planter Beelzebub left on the table and touched one of the butt plants, admiring the different colors and textures. A soft smile spread over my lips. “And I’m going to give you a new friend.”
I made a space for the new succulents, just like I made a space for Beelzebub and Raphael in my heart.
Chapter 23
Michael
Back at the wedding
Lucifer’s eyes shone with jealousy as he took in the spectacle of a grand wedding.
“Why did they get married first? This should be us! They are stealing my thunder!” Lucifer sulked. He whirled towards me and squeezed my hands. “Michael, marry me! We will show them up when we have a better, even bigger wedding.”