11. Mammon
ELEVEN
MAMMON
They’re nothing impressive.
Standing in front of me are four sniveling idiots. Just being in their presence is threatening to give me a headache. Sometimes it just completely baffles me how pathetic regular people are, living their days with their ridiculous aspirations and miniscule wishes, thinking that they see the bigger picture, when, in fact, they're just splotches of dirt on the ground I now control. Unfortunately, these idiots are useful to me, so I put up with their weekly presence in my office and in my home, making sure these meetings stick to the absolute bare minimum.
They’re the police chief, mayor, newscaster, and utilities director of this island. Everything I need to control passes through their hands— my hands now—and it has been a lot easier than I had predicted to get them on board with my plans.
Like I said, idiots.
The four of them glance at each other nervously, standing in a straight line directly across from my desk. None of them seem willing to speak first. I groan under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose in impatience. “Well, out with it. You said you had something to show me?”
Asmodeus looks them over, pointing to the police chief. “You.”
“Y-Yes, sir,” Jackson stutters out to address me as he breaks from the group. “I was going around on my nightly patrols with my men, and we saw…”
I cock my head to the side. “Go on.”
“Pictures are louder than words, Jackson,” the mayor says, fat face beet red when he realizes he’s spoken out loud.
I raise an eyebrow. “Pictures?”
The chief nods as he retrieves a stack of papers from his briefcase. He sets them on my desk and I see they more closely resemble posters than anything else. It’s a simple black design, but it’s what’s dead center on the page that catches my attention. There’s a close-up drawing of a cartoon wolf wearing a navy blindfold, his throat slit as blood pools on the bottom of the page. “What am I looking at here?”
“These posters are all over town,” the mayor says, speaking up again. “In the center, down alleyways, everywhere.”
“Who’s been putting them up?”
No one answers as they look between each other.
“Really?” I narrow my eyes at each of them.
“We don’t know when they move or who’s been putting them up,” the mayor says.
“Or what it means,” the chief finishes for him. “It’s probably just a bunch of kids. It’s always just kids.”
I snort. As if I’m going to trust the judgment of a man who didn’t realize there was a cult living on his island for over two decades. I turn to my brother who stands beside me, his brow furrowed as he examines the poster. “Asmodeus?”
“It could be what I told you before,” he whispers, keeping his voice hushed.
The rumors he told me of. The spark of revolution. I gave it no thought then, and I’m still reluctant to give it any thought now, but this new development has me doubting how unorganized this revolution might be. However, I’m still not worried. If anything were to arise from this, I can dispatch any notions of freedom quickly and efficiently.
“I see. I’m assuming you’re going to find at least one person who’s been putting these up?” I ask, because even though I’m giving it little room to stand on, I still want to deal with the person responsible.
“Or else what use are you?” Asmodeus asks, cocking his head to the side, the knife on his belt shining just a bit brighter after his words, making me smirk.
“Of-Of course!”
“Absolutely!”
“We’ll have men patrolling around the clock!”
“Is there…”
I look at the mayor—the most pathetic one of all—and bark at him. “Fucking speak.”
“Is there anything else you need from us?” he rushes out, dabbing a handkerchief on his sweaty fat face.
I nod. “How are the lines of communication?”
The utilities director steps forward. Out of all these men, he might be the one I would most respect, if I had any for them. He’s been calm throughout the entire transition, weary, of course, but not stupid enough to show just how afraid he is. “We’re telling the mainland we’re still having problems transmitting outside of the island. Because it’s winter, they’re believing it, but we can’t keep that up for long.”
“Duly noted.” I nod. “Now?—”
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting?”
The whole room turns as Gore walks in, his face a bit shocked at all the people in my office, nerves dancing in his big brown eyes.
Licking his lips, he chuckles weakly as he juts his chin over his shoulder. “I can just?—”
“Leave us,” I command to the room, nodding at Asmodeus to let him know I also mean him. They file out one by one, the idiots looking relieved, our brother looking suspicious. Once they’re out of the room and the door is closed, I sit up. “I was in the middle of a meeting, Belphegor.” I’m met with silence as he drops his head. “What is it?”
“I’m sorry. I can come back later,” he mumbles, still staring at the floor as he fidgets with his fingers. “I don’t want to be a burden.”
I open my mouth to tell him that, while he’s not a burden, he does need to come back later. I was in the middle of an important meeting that he’s just painfully extended because of his interruption.
But when I hear little sniffles, my heart stops.
“Get over here,” I demand, my suspicions confirmed when I see fat tears welling in his eyes, and it makes my gut do unpleasant somersaults. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
He approaches me slowly, going to stop in front of my desk until I snap my fingers at my feet. Rounding the corner, he stands before me, his lower lip trembling as he stares at me. “Do you like him more than me?”
It’s hard for me to focus with the way a stray tear drips down his cheek. “What?”
“Bel. He told me what you did,” he rushes out in a huff. “What you let him do to you. I’m not jealous or anything, just a bit sad.”
“Sad?” I ask, resisting the urge to reach for him like one of the idiots I just sent out of my office.
“Because why does he get to suck you off and I don’t?” he cries, furiously wiping his cheek. “Did I do something wrong?”
Fuck. Me.
All my willpower disappears as I grasp his slender hips and drag him onto my lap. He cuddles against me, resting his green head of hair just under my nose as I rub his arm. “Oh, princess…”
“I’m being ridiculous, aren’t I?” he hiccups, holding me tightly as I start to rock him. “I just don’t get it and… and…”
The way he trails off makes me want to kill someone. Slap myself, even, because I’m the one who’s made him feel this way. I still attest to the fact that it was necessary, but it’s so hard to deny him once he’s in front of me, manipulating me with those fucking tears. It’s why I’ve tried to keep my distance, but you’d have to rip him out of my bloody hands right now. “Hush. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“So, you don’t like him more than me?” He sounds like he doesn’t believe the question.
“I don’t have favorites when it comes to the two of you,” I say with one hundred percent honesty. Bel and Gore are special to me because they’re so different. Bel’s brattiness and Gore’s sweetness are the perfect complements to each other. I would never choose between one or the other; it’s impossible to when I look at them and only ever dream of them as a set.
“Really?” he asks, still a little bit in disbelief as he pulls back and blinks at me.
I nod. “Yes. I…” I know I shouldn’t say the following words, but fuck me, it’s too hard to keep them in. While I lose my cool around Bel, I lose the ability to control my tongue when it comes to Gore. “Bel’s my kitten and you’re my princess. You’re both special to me.”
His cheeks flush. “So then…”
I don’t miss the shift in the air or the way Gore wiggles that cute little ass on my crotch, fully grabbing my dick’s attention. I grit my teeth, tightening the iron hold on his hips as I swallow harshly. “Use your words.”
“Can I…” He licks his lips again, playing with the button of my shirt like a fucking temptress sent to ruin me. “Can I suck your dick, please?”
Jesus, it’s hard to breathe. “Is that what’ll stop the tears?” When he nods, so do I, kissing his cheek as I help him slide off my lap. “Go on then.”
He takes his time fumbling with my belt, his eager fingers clumsy as he lowers my zipper and pulls out my cock. Looking up at me through his lashes, he laps his pink tongue against my tip, making me fist the sides of my chair so I don’t do something like choke him on my cock. Bel’s a filthy slut, Gore’s a princess. The treatment I give them is different.
So I settle for encouraging words as he takes more and more of me into his mouth, suckling gently, teasing me. “Look at you. On your knees and serving my cock. You like that? Does it make you happy?”
“The happiest,” he mumbles, a lazy smile on his lips as he runs a finger up my length. “You taste good.”
“Keep going. Just like that. Get me nice and sloppy,” I urge him, tenderly cupping the back of his head and pushing him toward my crotch. “Do you suck Bel’s dick like this?”
Nodding in response, his cheeks hallow as he swallows, the pressure so delicious it makes my hips lift from the seat.
“Show me what he likes,” I command. Gore smiles around my dick and moves down and down and down until I hit the back of his throat. He gags, choking on me, before pulling back with a gasp. “Fuck, you have a nice mouth. No wonder he wants to live in it.”
“My…” He bites his swollen bottom lip.
Oh, I know what he’s thinking. So fucking sweet and dirty at the same time. I cup his chin, teasing my thumb against his lips. “Say it.”
“My p-pussy’s even better.” He flushes with a hint of embarrassment. “That’s Bel’s favorite.”
I smirk. “Oh, I’m sure it is, but that’s not what I want just yet.”
No, if he were to give me his ass, I’d never leave. I’d fill him again and again until he was nothing but a beautiful mess. I’d take his tiny body and fuck it so hard, he’d be crying for mercy. That’s the level of restraint I have left, it’s practically nonexistent.
“I want you to slick yourself up with this.” I reach into the drawer and pull out a tube of unscented lotion. “Ride your fingers for me and give me a show.”
He gasps, but eagerly does what I say. He coats his fingers with a generous amount of lotion, and he continues to stroke my cock as he reaches behind himself. I don’t see what he’s doing, but I can tell the second he slips inside of himself because those big brown eyes widen as his jaw hangs slack.
“Tell me what it feels like when Bel fucks you.” I’m curious and intrigued. I want to know all the dirty details.
“It’s like I can feel it everywhere,” he pants. Bouncing on his fingers, he tightens his hand around my cock. “It’s like he’s a part of me.”
“You want to feel me too, princess?”
“Yes!” he cries out, swiveling his hips in a way I can just imagine him doing on my lap. “I… I want both of you at the same time. I want you to stretch me until I burst. I want to be gaping and overflowing with cum.”
That filthy declaration from his sweet lips is too much for me. Even the gentle pressure of his hand is pushing me closer and closer to the edge when I normally require a hard touch. I curl my upper lip in a snarl, feral as I think of all the things I’d do to his slender body. “Something tells me my princess likes to be bred.”
He nods, cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. “Yes! Yes!”
“Get back to sucking so I can give you a reward,” I tell him. “Fuck that pussy with one hand and stroke your dick with the other. Get there for me.”
“I… I… Oh, yes! Yes!” he screams, coating my jeans with his cum, and I let myself go so I can follow along with him. He’s breathing heavily, nuzzling his nose against my knee. His words slurring. “Did I do a good job?”
Always looking for praise and reassurance; the same kind I’ve always wanted to give him. I allow myself to cave just a bit more, if nothing but to see him smile. “You were so good to me.”
“Do you think Bel and I can sleep with you tonight?” he asks as he shifts onto his knees so it looks like he’s begging and praying for my answer. “We don’t take up much of the bed. We just want to be close to you.”
I gulp. I know the answer to the question, what I want it to be, what it needs to be. But I can’t bear to break his heart and be the cause of his sadness. It’s selfish of me, but I’ve never been one to care about that. “Not tonight.”
“Tomorrow?” he asks, a hopeful smile on his face.
Fuck me. “Maybe.”
“Oh.” His face falls a tad as he gets up, tucking himself back in his pants. “Okay.”
He goes to walk away, but I stop him. My hand shoots up to grab his elbow, and I yank him toward me until he tumbles into my chest. “Give me a kiss, princess.”
His eyes widen in surprise and he slams his lips against mine like he’s been dreaming of this moment. He tastes so precious, juicy, and I can’t help but glide my tongue along his bottom lip until he whimpers. I keep it as chaste as possible—again for the lack of restraint I have—and pull away. “Go and tell Asmodeus to bring the men back in. I have work to do.”
He’s in such a daze that he doesn’t seem bothered by my words. Simply nodding, he pecks my cheek one last time before skipping toward the door. But, of course, I can’t resist getting one final line in. “Oh, and princess?”
He turns around. “Yeah?”
“Make sure to let Bel get a taste of that pretty pussy tonight. You both deserve it.”
At my words, those precious cheeks flame, and he rushes out of the office. A minute later, everyone files back in. It’s extremely obvious what was going on in this room if the smell of sex lingering in the air is any indication.
I clear my throat, not the least bit ashamed, and grin. “Now, where were we?”