8. Mammon
EIGHT
MAMMON
A hard day’s work is never done.
I raise my eyebrow at the new development, a part of me impressed while the majority of me is irritated. Silly humans, so plainly average, so caught up in the day-to-day that they can’t see the bigger picture.
“Tell me more,” I say to Asmodeus, taking the files he came in with. “Uprising?”
He nods, pointing at a particular note jotted down in the corner of the most current police reports. “Deputy Jackson told me about it. He says there’ve been rumors that a certain number of citizens are gathering after dark to discuss what’s been happening.”
I think it’s hilarious that even though Asmodeus was hesitant to become my right-hand man, he’s fallen quite nicely into the position. Out of all of us, he’s the most level-headed and his appearance alone makes it easier to pass himself off as one of them . Too beautiful for the average human, but just smart enough to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
“Any plans been made?” I ask. Reading the note, it says that they typically meet in once-bustling buildings that have now been condemned for fire damage. “Have they actually done anything?”
He shakes his head and shrugs. “Jackson hasn’t mentioned it, but it seems worth keeping an eye on.”
I take in everything he’s saying, but I can’t find it in me to be the slightest bit nervous. Things like this are of little consequence. I have my brothers and all the major officials in the town under my thumb. My biggest priority right now is figuring out what to do once the electrical failure ruse has run its course and people are still wondering why they can’t communicate with the island. This is ridiculous and child’s play. I don’t think there’s anything to fear. Whispers are whispers and they’ll typically fade into nothing.
And, on the rare chance it doesn’t and it threatens to become more, I have no problem cutting down every single traitor until I get what I’m after.
An empire to last the ages.
“What should we do?”
I shrug. “I don’t see a reason to worry.”
“Mammon…” he begins, his brow furrowing at me, “I don’t think this is something you can let slide. I mean, they’re just rumors now, but what if?—”
“I don’t see a reason to worry,” I repeat through gritted teeth, pushing aside the papers we were looking at. “Until anything actually happens, I won’t make this our top priority.”
Asmodeus doesn’t seem to agree with me, but nods, regardless. He shrugs and reaches for his sketchbook that’s tucked in his back pocket. “Is that it then?”
“You can go.” I gesture for him to get up. “I’ll call you back if I need anything.”
He gives me a curt nod and stands, leaving me to the rest of my work. It’s only a minute before he’s coming back, likely having forgotten something.
“What is it?” I ask, not bothering to glance up from my work.
“Daddy, we’re soooo bored.”
That mischievous voice makes the hairs on my arms stand erect. I become very still, already struggling to hold on to my control when I look up and see Belphegor and Beelzebub in my office. Bel walks in like he owns the place, confidently reaching my desk and plopping down on top of it, while Gore is hesitant in his steps as he rounds the back of my chair to stand beside me.
“We were thinking…” Gore blushes, looking at me through fluttering lashes as he nibbles on his bottom lip. “Well, we thought maybe you could spend some time with us.”
I clench my fists in an attempt to not reach out for his slender hips or to place my hand on Bel’s thigh. “Isn’t that why I got you a dog?”
Chuckling, Bel swings his body around so that he’s facing me, legs straddling the edge of my chair as he leans forward. “ Yours is the attention we want. We’ve been such good boys lately and we think we deserve a reward.”
My breath hitches. Keep cool. Keep cool. Keep cool.
But it’s so hard to fucking remember that when Gore slides his pert little ass right onto my lap and locks his hands around my neck. “Maybe just talk to us for a little bit?” he suggests, snuggling up to my chest like the perfect princess he is.
“I don’t want to talk,” Bel snarks, although it’s lighthearted. He reaches down and crudely fondles his cock. “Rather keep my mouth occupied with something nice and thick.”
Gore giggles a sweet melody when I grunt, then rolls his eyes playfully at Bel. His fingers dance up my chest, so innocent as they make my cock thicken under his ass. He either doesn’t seem to notice or he just doesn’t comment. “Tell us about your day. How’s it been so far?”
“I…” I swallow harshly. There’s no harm in entertaining them for a bit. “It’s been good.”
Truthfully, it’s been better than good. The reports coming in are exceeding my expectations. People are falling in line and, that little rebellion aside, everything has been going according to plan. That, in and of itself, gives me a little jolt of arousal, knowing the power I hold and relishing in the control it gives me.
“Do you want to know how my day’s been?” Bel teases, cocking his head to the side. “Gore let me fuck his face this morning. So fucking incredible. He’s got such a nice mouth, Daddy. You should try it.”
Blushing once again, Gore wets his bottom lip as he looks up at me. “Um, I’d like that a lot.”
Fuck me, I can’t help it. One of my hands reaches for Bel’s thigh, running up and down his jeans, while the other rests gently on Gore’s hip. “You’d like that?”
Gore nods eagerly, a cute little smile on his lips. “I just want to make you feel good.”
“That’s what we both want,” Bel chimes in, scooching closer and moving his socked foot so it rests against the part of my crotch that’s exposed. “Blowjob, footjob, rimjob. You name it and we can give it to you.”
It would be so easy to say yes. They’re practically begging for my cock. Gore’s letting out these adorable, breathy puffs of air just thinking about it and I can already see the obscene tent in Bel’s pants.
But I resist. I can control myself. It’ll take more than simple words to get me to cave.
“I’m busy,” I say. It’s my go-to when I’m close to snapping and bending them both over so I can fuck between their sloppy holes. “You both need to go.”
Gore’s face falls, his brown eyes growing sad. I don’t think he does that shit on purpose, that’s just the way he is; so extremely sensitive you can’t even look at him the wrong way without him bursting into tears.
In Bel’s face, I don’t see sadness. Instead, I see a challenge. He clicks his tongue, nodding slowly as he shrugs. “I guess you don’t want to see the surprise we got you.”
I tip my head to the side. I shouldn’t reach for the bait, but it’s far too tempting to indulge Bel’s ridiculous games. “Oh?”
Bel looks at Gore. “Want to show him?”
Shaking his head like he’s embarrassed, Gore coyly nibbles on his thumb. “It’s stupid.”
“No, it’s not,” Bel insists. “Trust me. He’ll want to see it.”
My curiosity is piqued and I reach a finger under Gore’s chin to tip his head up. “Say it.”
“I…” He swallows audibly, avoiding eye contact as he squirms on my lap. “Well, I’m kind of…”
“Yeah?”
“It’ll be better if you show him,” Bel says as he slides off the desk and reaches for Gore. “Come on, baby. I’ll help you.”
Gore looks reluctant to leave my lap, but he nods, hopping off and moving towards Bel. I swivel so I have a front-row seat, wondering what these two lunatics are up to. I question it when Bel begins undressing Gore, thinking this is just another one of their tactics to get me into bed—not that I mind. I’ll kick them out once I have enough jerk-off material to keep me busy for the next few weeks.
But it’s when Bel finally pulls down Gore’s pants and whips off his shirt that my jaw drops to the ground.
“Um…” Gore tries to cover himself up, hissing when Bel snatches his arms and holds them against his sides, giving me a perfect view.
“What do you think?” Bel asks. Running his tongue along Gore’s shoulder, he winks at me. “Isn’t he something else?”
Fuck yes, he is.
Because my sweet little Gore, underneath his clothing, was hiding what’s surely the greatest present they’ve ever given me.
A sexy pair of bright pink panties and a matching bra.
I never thought seeing either of them dressed up like this would do it for me, but there’s something about the way the pink matches the flush on Gore’s skin. I can see the outline of his pale nipples through the lace of his bra. His panties barely contain his hard cock, almost suffocating it. When I just continue to stare, it looks like Gore starts to panic. He whips his head at Bel, who’s eyeing me carefully, waiting to see my reaction, so confident in what he thinks I’ll do.
Fuck that little shit. I’ll get him back for this, but?—
“Come here,” I command, holding my hand out to Gore. He rushes to me, a dopey smile on his face as I position him in front of me. I can’t help but chuckle as I run the back of my knuckles down his bare stomach. “You got yourself all pretty for me, princess?”
Nodding eagerly, he shuffles on either foot with barely contained excitement. “Do you like it?”
“Look at his cock,” Bel snorts. “I think he fucking loves it.”
I am, in fact, painfully hard. It’s nearly throbbing, begging me to do something about it. I’ve been so good for so long but, right now, I find that all my will is flying out the window. Especially when Bel starts sucking on his fingers like a whore, giving me a whole range of ideas.
“If you’re going to suck something, it’s not going to be your fucking hand,” I snap at him, gesturing to my feet. “Get your ass over here.”
He cackles. “No please , Daddy?”
“Beelzebub…” I warn, my tone dangerously low. “Don’t make me tell you twice.”
He still tries to put up a fight, but gives in a second later. I move Gore a step back so Bel can slink in between us, falling to his knees. “And what exactly am I doing right here?”
“Don’t act like a virgin when we both know you’re a filthy fucking slut,” I spit. Digging my fingers into his hair, I yank until he lets out a long, drawn-out moan. “Put that mouth to good fucking use before I get tired of you.”
While he’s unbuckling my belt, Gore taps my shoulder. “What should I do?”
I soften, my tone gentler with him as I move one hand to massage his ass. “You, princess, are going to stand there looking perfect while he sucks my cock.”
His eyes widen as he whines. “But I want to do that too.”
“You’ll get your turn,” I tell him, reaching out to brush my thumb against his bottom lip. “Don’t think for one second I don’t want this hot mouth milking me dry.”
“So, what do I do now?”
There’s so much I want to do with these two. My breath stutters as Bel finally fishes my cock out of my boxers, teasing me like the little fucker he is, while Gore’s slender body trembles before me. My imagination runs wild. I could fuck them both, watch them fuck, Jesus, I could be railing Gore while he chokes on Bel’s cock.
But I’m too mesmerized by something I saw the other day; something that’s made me so jealous, I want a slice of it myself.
“Get on my desk,” I tell him. “Hands and knees and pull those cheeks apart for me.”
He complies with ridiculous speed, nearly knocking himself out as he runs into the wood. With a chuckle, I pet the top of Bel’s head as Gore gets into position. I scoot my desk chair closer, so my face is level with his ass, and groan when he spreads his cheeks apart.
He looks at me over his shoulder and nibbles on his bottom lip. “What now?”
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, unable to do anything but massage his ass. I don’t know what comes over me as I say the next words, something so unfamiliar, yet perfect when applied to Gore. “I think I want to worship that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
He gasps, squirming as a dribble of precum leaks from his cock and onto the desk. “My…”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Bel shouts, starting to stroke my aching dick. “I wish I had thought of that sooner.”
I scoff. “Aren’t you supposed to be busy right about now?”
He rolls his eyes at me and I make a mental note to pay him back for his insolence.
“Get to sucking.”
Without another word, he dives down, engulfing my cock in one go with the same bravado he approaches everything in life with. It’s embarrassing that I almost wheeze, my breath sucked right out of me by the hot suction around my dick. All the while, my gaze stays locked on Gore’s hole, so tempting that I can’t stop myself from leaning forward and sucking it into my mouth.
“Mammon!” he cries, arching his back as he pushes his ass toward me. “Please!”
“What is it, princess?” I mock as I rub my thumb against his entrance. “Does this slutty pussy want something?”
“Fuck me,” he begs, gasping yet again when I give him another kiss. “Need your cock.”
Growling, I slap my hand directly on his hole, hard enough that he yelps. “You might be my perfect princess, Belphegor, but you’re not fucking in charge.”
Bel comes off my dick, gasping for breath as he smiles wickedly. “What about me?”
“You’re a brat,” I scoff, shoving his face back against my crotch. “Nobody said to stop.” I turn my attention back to Gore. “No, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just going to finger your tight pussy until you cream in your panties. How does that sound?”
“Yes. Now? Please?” he begs and wags his ass at me like an overeager puppy.
And his wish is my command, because while Bel riles me up until I want to beat the living shit out of him, Gore makes me want to cave to his every desire.
So I do.
While Bel goes at my cock like a man possessed, doing his best to drive me crazy, I’m tonguing Gore’s asshole. When I finally manage to get him wet enough to slip a finger in, Bel scrapes his teeth against the length of my cock, making me jerk in my seat.
“That’s so good,” Gore whimpers when I insert another finger. “Oh, please, yes.”
“Both of you are doing so good,” I praise them, knowing that Gore is practically preening, while not missing the way Bel’s eyes flutter shut in satisfaction. “Got one perfect mouth wrapped around my cock while I have a perfect ass to feast on.”
God, it makes me feel like a fucking king sitting on his throne. I have everything. I have the respect of my brothers, the fear of the people, an entire fucking island I control, and two beautiful pets whose mission in life is only to serve me.
It makes me reach the edge faster than I predicted.
“Get next to Bel, princess,” I demand, softly petting his puffy hole. “Do you want my cum?”
Gasping, he nods as he scrambles off the desk. “Yes! Fuck, cover me in it!”
I chuckle as he joins Bel in his attempt to get me off. Both of them alternate taking me into their mouths, and staring at their heads of blue and green hair, it’s seeing my fantasy come to life. I keep my eyes trained on their faces, on their eagerness, on how powerful they make me feel, and I tense up.
“Open your mouths,” I groan as I pull back and start jacking myself in front of them. “Don’t fucking waste a drop.”
But it’s what Bel does next that has me coming.
Like a disobedient brat, he positions himself behind Gore, and all I hear is a quick zip as Gore’s eyes widen and he cries out, his pretty pink panties growing wet with his cum.
And I don’t need to see it to know that Bel’s slid his cock home.
“Fuck!” I shout, unable to stop myself as I explode all over Gore’s face. He catches every drop as Bel fucks into him, crying out beautifully when Bel gives his ass one solid slap before he’s shouting his release.
They slump over on top of each other, both drained as they come down from their high. But it’s not enough for the sex maniac. He’s still rutting against Gore’s ass like a beast and mumbling to himself, “can’t stop, can’t stop. Fuck, so tight. Can’t leave.”
I almost tell him that he fucking has to because it’s my turn, but I refrain. I let him get it out of his system until he’s coming again, earning a weak little cry from Gore. Finally, he pulls out, but before he can do anything, I’m snapping my fingers. “Show me.”
Bel smiles deviously and helps Gore to his shaky knees, turning him around and pulling apart his cheeks so I can see the evidence of what Bel’s done. I gulp as I reach once again for my thickening cock. “Lick it.”
Bel complies, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he once again turns Gore and does what I say. I know I can’t get another nut out, so I just watch the show. I watch my bratty slut make my pretty princess come a second time, giving me a rush of satisfaction that I’m the ultimate cause of that.
We settle like this for a while, simply breathing each other in. It’s a sweet moment where Gore’s soft cooing and Bel’s dirty chuckles fill the room. I suck in a subtle breath when Gore kisses the back of my knee, nuzzling the skin there before I feel the smile that breaks out on his lips.
Fuck me. I’m about to hate myself.
I have dreamed about this for so long and it’s exceeded my wildest expectations. Nothing will ever live up to the reality of what they can offer. Nothing .
But it’s reality that hits like a sledgehammer, and I remember every reason I vowed to stay away. To let them have each other without me in the picture. It’s not out of some sense of honor that I’m no good for them. I couldn’t give a shit, because if I want them and I can have them, I don’t care who it hurts or how it corrupts them.
No, I decide that this can't happen again for the most selfish reason.
I’d lose my control.
I’d become addicted to them. Fuck, only one time and they already have me eating out of the palms of their hands. I can’t have that. Any flicker of weakness from me will be taken advantage of by my enemies. Again, it’s not that I care about putting them in the line of fire, because they’re perfectly capable of taking care of themselves; I just don’t want there to be any at all.
Add to all that the fact that they are certified lunatics. At least Leviathan can be maintained if he has an owner who knows how to tame him but Bel and Gore? Nobody can keep them in line, and I can’t have that insubordination on my hands. They’d get too comfortable around me. I wouldn’t be able to always prevent their darkest impulses from coming out to play, and that’s why they can’t stand at my side.
They’re good enough for me, but not good enough to rule.
“Belphegor. Beelzebub,” I begin, my heart clenching because I know how this is going to go. “You need to leave.”
Bel chuckles, raising his head so I can see the way he rolls his eyes. “Sure. In a second. Just drained my entire body of cum.”
Okay, the gentle way won’t work, and I had predicted that.
Don’t do it.
I push them away until they both tumble to the floor on top of each other. “I said fucking go.”
Cocking his head to the side in confusion, Gore blinks repeatedly. “What? I don’t?—”
“Do I have to repeat myself?” I ask, jaw clenched to look like this is what I really want. “I’ve had my fun with you and now I’m bored.”
“You’re bored ?” Bel deadpans, eyes growing furious as he shoots to his feet. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I knew he would get angry, just like I knew—when I looked down—that I would see tears in Gore’s big brown eyes.
“I don’t get it,” he whispers, using his hands to cover himself up while Bel stands proudly with his cock out like he doesn’t give a shit. “What did I do wrong?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Bel snaps and points a finger at me. “ He’s the problem here.”
I nod. “You’re right, because I’m the one who doesn’t want you anymore. Like I said, I had a taste, and now we can all move on.”
“You’re lying,” Bel hisses. “Tell the truth.”
Gore wipes the back of his hand under his nose. “We just want to serve you. Make you feel good. Can’t you just let us?”
My heart breaks for the two of them. For Gore, because his tears are a goddamn nightmare, but also for Bel, because I know he’s hiding his shock and disappointment behind anger. I resolve myself, though, because this has to be done. Tucking myself back into my pants, I turn back to the work on my desk. “Shut the door on your way out.”
“You—” Bel cuts himself off when Gore lets out a sob. “Fuck you, Mammon.”
I don’t bother correcting his disrespect, because I can empathize with what he’s feeling. Betrayal, more than likely, and it stings. While Bel will fuck and use sex as a tool to deal with his issues… Gore… Well, he’s sensitive.
And I’m taking both of their hearts and their hopes and tearing them to shreds.
I hold my breath until I know they’re gone when the door slams shut behind them. Shaking my head at myself, my body yells at me to get the fuck up and follow them, drag them to my bed, and have Gore ride my cock while Bel eats us out from behind.
But I don’t.
Because, at the end of the day, no matter how shitty it is, that’s not who I am.