Mammon (Devilry #2)

19. Mammon

NINETEEN

MAMMON

It’s with frenzied and hurried hands that they undress me.

We stumble into my room, blindly fumbling through the space. I’m pushed by two sets of small hands until I fall back onto the bed. In an instant, my princess and my kitten are climbing on top of me. Bel nips and licks at my neck with hungry intent while Gore slinks down my body to play with my cock. I close my eyes, letting the sensations walk over me. I’ve dreamed of a moment like this for so long. The last time I had them, it was just a taste.I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied, no matter how much I take.

And that’s what I plan on doing with them. I plan to take and take and take until there’s nothing left for them to give. I’ll take until they’re drained of everything they are so that they belong to me and me alone. I’ll be their king, their guiding light, their rock. I’ll be everything they ever need. And I won’t let anything get in the way of that.

Not even themselves.

I was close to losing them. I had a moment of weakness and I snapped. I hurt Gore—my sweet princess—and angered the brat in the process. While I’m sorry it happened, I don’t know whether I regret it. I’m back and forth, not wanting to give in, but understanding what I need to do to have them.

I’ll tell them whatever they want to hear, manipulate them until they believe me, and have my way with them for the rest of our lives. And the twisted part? I know they want that too. They know who and what I am. I fully believe they understand me in a way others don’t.

So, I’ll be their villain, because that’s what they crave.

Someone to take charge. Someone to dictate their lives. Someone to control them.

“Get naked,” I groan when they both start making out against my cock. The visual isn’t helping me hold on and I don’t want to come unless it’s in a tight ass. “ Now .”

They both sit up and start peeling off their clothes. Gore isn’t wearing one of his pretty pieces that I love so much, but the two of them naked is a thing of beauty, regardless. The second they’re bare, I yank them both to me, letting them smother me with their barely-there weight. They rub up against me, two hard cocks nudging my hips, and I grab a handful of two perfect asses. I only let go so I can reach for the lube on my bedside table.

While I’d love to keep going like this—letting them drown me in kisses and worship my body the way they were meant to—I have other ideas. Specifically, about what Bel and I are going to do to our princess tonight.

“Gore,” I mumble as he starts sipping at my lips, letting out these adorable little whimpers when I ease my mouth away. “Get on your back.”

He nods, following my lead immediately. Bel goes to follow him and mimic his position, but I stop him.

“I need you to hold his legs out of my way.”

As he raises an eyebrow at me, I chuckle deviously. He has no idea what we’re about to do, but I have a feeling he’s going to fucking love it. Moving behind Gore as well as he can, he leans forward to bring his legs up and against his chest. “What now?”

“Now…” I lick my lips, using a generous amount of lube as I slick up my fingers. “Now I’m going to get him ready to take the two of us.”

Gore’s big, brown eyes widen in excitement. “Really?”

“Really,” I say, easing him into the idea with one finger, then two. “But your tight pussy is going to need more than a few fingers to get there, even if Bel has a little cock.”

Bel scowls. “Why do you keep saying that as if it’s true?”

This causes Gore to laugh, cutting off his wince as I scissor him open with three fingers now. When I think he can take it, I add a fourth, and I marvel at the way his tight rim looks stretched around my fingers.

“Think you can take more, princess?” I ask, cocking my head to the side when his jaw drops.

“There’s more?” he says, breathing through the stretch, his chest heaving up and down. “Yeah? I guess?”

Something primal tightens in my stomach. Something that makes me fuck him with my fingers until I hear the frenzied squelch fill the room. He starts to cry out this beautiful melody that just spurs me on even more. “You can, Belphegor. Because you don’t have a choice. This is my body to play with, and if I say you can take more, you can. You will .”

“Y-Yes,” he gasps, squirming, his legs trying to kick out of Bel’s hold.

Bel’s dirty smirk grows as he rubs the back of Gore’s legs. He looks at where my fingers are tunneling in and out of his best friend, and the pieces must click together, because he gasps. “No way.”

I nod, rotating my fingers so that they’re fucking him palm up. “There’s no better way to do it.”

“Do what?” Gore asks, wincing again when he feels me pull my pinky toward the center of my hand, waiting a beat before doing the same with my index finger. “Fuck, why does that feel so good.”

“You’re about to feel a lot better.” In a moment of softness, I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on his lips, hovering there for a beat. “You just need to relax and let me take care of you, okay? We’ve got you.”

He chuckles brokenly. “You’re making me nervous.”

“There’s no need to be,” Bel assures him, kissing his raised knee. “Like he said, just try to relax.”

Gore nods shakily. “O-Okay.”

With that, I fold my thumb against the bottom of my fingers and…

“Oh, fuck !”

His cry is loud enough to rattle the house. He lets out more of them—whines, pleas, moans—as I thrust my fist in and out of his tight hole. It’s obscene watching the way I disappear inside him, and it makes my chest flutter with something akin to gratitude.

“You’re doing so good,” I whisper, moving gently, making sure to try to make this the best experience for him. “Just going to do this for a little longer. We need you gaping, princess.”

“It’s too much,” he pleas, even though his hips thrust toward me. “I—I can’t take it.”

“But you are, baby,” Bel tells him as he wipes away the tears from his cheeks. “Hold on, okay. We’re getting you ready for us.”

“Does it hurt?” I ask, knowing what I want the answer to be, my sick and feral nature rising to the surface.

Gore nods as he sniffles. “Yes.”

Fuuuuuuuuck.

But I don’t prolong his torture. When my fist glides easily within him, I pull out and admire my work. Bel’s racing toward me for a better view before I can even say anything. His jaw drops, practically salivating, and he humps at the air. “Holy… Fuck. Yes. Yes . We’re so doing this again.”

I chuckle, pouring lube on my cock before handing the bottle to Bel. To tease him a bit, I lean in and nip at his earlobe, making sure to bite down hard enough that he groans. “Can’t wait to feel my dick rubbing against yours as we fuck him.”

He fumbles with the lube and ends up squirting it everywhere. Somehow, he manages to slide underneath Gore, who’s absolutely gone to the world. He’s mumbling deliriously as Bel and I flip him so he’s draped over his best friend’s chest. I grab Bel’s cock and nudge it against Gore’s entrance, positioning him so all he has to do is thrust upward to slide home.

“At the same time?” he asks me, looking like he can’t stand another second without fucking our princess.

I nod and kiss his lips, then the back of Gore’s neck, before I line myself up. “Ready whenever you are, kitten.”

And it’s with absolute bliss, utter euphoria, and incredible ecstasy that we both fuck into Gore at the same time.

“ Nnnugghhhh ,” Gore mumbles, his back arching as both Bel and I bottom out. “I… Oh my… Mammon, Bel, I…”

“Shhh,” Bel mumbles against Gore’s ear as he starts flexing his hips. “Relax, baby. Just feel, alright? Let us play with you.”

“You’re being so good for us,” I coo, running a hand up and down his sweaty back, leaning forward to drape over his trembling body. “We’re going to fuck you now, Gore. Hard . Hold on tight, princess.”

He whimpers as he wraps his trembling arms around Bel’s neck. “Please.”

With that beautiful sound of desperation, Bel and I unleash ourselves on him. We should be gentler. We should be more considerate, but we can’t. We really fucking can’t. Bel’s a sex freak and I’m… I’m staking my claim. I plan on doing this exact same thing with Bel. Marking them and ruining them and breaking them until they’re nothing without me. I want them to surrender. I want them to cave. I want them to rip apart who they are to make room for me.

I’m huffing and heaving and groaning as I fuck Gore. I throw my head back with a roar at the way Bel’s dick rubs against mine. He’s not doing any better. The brat has a look of raw ferocity on his face. He’s given in to the demons I helped nurture all these years. He’s letting loose like the deviant fuck he is, and I’ve never been more proud.

“Can’t hold on much longer,” Bel growls through gritted teeth, his nails leaving claw marks on Gore’s ass as he destroys him. “Mammon, I…”

“It’s alright,” I grunt, reaching for his mouth and biting down on his bottom lip. “It’s okay. Go ahead and let go for me.”

He does with a roar that vibrates through my body, tingling from head to toe. The slickness of his cum acting as more lube makes me fuck Gore even harder. I feel the cum leaking out of our princess and onto my thighs, but I don’t care. Let him mark me. Let me have the evidence of Bel’s pleasure.

“ Ahhhh ,” Gore mumbles, his body twitching.

“He came.” Bel laughs almost manically as he throws his head back against my pillow. “Fuck, Mammon. He just came all over me.”

“So. Good. Princess.” I punctuate each word with a snap of my hips. “My turn.”

Gore cries out and Bel groans when I come, letting all of myself go in this tight ass. Our poor princess is filled to the brim, taking so much from us, and I’m gentle when I pull out. Bel’s the same, tenderly moving from underneath Gore to lay him down on the bed.

“Damn,” Bel mumbles, brushing Gore’s sweaty green bangs off his forehead. “Is he okay?”

Gore murmurs something, a dazed smile on his lips, which makes me chuckle. “He’s fine. Let’s clean him up.”

Bel nods, but before I can leave the bed, he reaches for me. “You promise, right?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Promise what?”

“This is it for us, Mammon,” he states, still out of breath but managing to muster all the seriousness in the world. “We’re yours now. Don’t take that lightly.”

I open my mouth to answer, but he’s already hopping off the bed and walking to the bathroom. Sitting there for a second, my chest constricts with the power of his words. I go to follow him, but?—

“Mammon…” Gore whispers, smiling sweetly as he reaches for me. “Come cuddle me, please.”

My heart swells to twice its size. I abandon any pretense of leaving him and lie down beside him. Pulling him into my arms, I rest his head in the crook of my neck and whisper soothing words. I glance up to see Bel standing by the bathroom door, just staring at the two of us. Even though he’s trying to be a hard-ass, I can see the affection in his eyes. He wants the three of us as much as I do.

It’s at this moment that I… I realize it.

I fucked up.

Not by sleeping with them. Not by letting them into my bed. Not by giving them false hope.

I fucked up when I took out my anger, my frustration, and my doubts on them.

Bel’s words ring through my head as he comes to the bed and positions himself behind Gore, pulling apart his cheeks to clean the evidence of us.

They’re mine now.

And I need to learn what that means.