12. Belphegor
TWELVE
BELPHEGOR
I shuffle from one foot to the other, wringing my fingers as I dart a glance at Bel. “Do you really think this is a good idea?”
Bel scoffs, patting my shoulder with ease. “Of course, it is! You wanted to get Mammon’s attention, right?”
“Right…” I drawl.
I did say that, but I was thinking we could maybe bake him something? Pop up naked in his shower? Not something as…loud? While it’s only been a few days since I told Bel about the sexy time Mammon and I had in his office, it feels like forever. Bel was ecstatic at the fact that I “got some Mammon dick,” and we’re both lacking patience for it to happen again. Bel only has one volume and no off switch, so I should have known better.
“Don’t you think he’ll be mad?” I ask, already picturing the strong pulsing vein in Mammon’s forehead that only comes out when we push his buttons. “I don’t want him to be upset with us.”
“Pfft, no way,” Bel says dismissively. “He can’t stay mad at us. Either way…” Scooting in close, he grazes a hand up and down my thigh temptingly, eyeing my already hard cock. “I know you want to.”
And isn’t that the worst part? I’m getting turned on just thinking about what we’re going to do. “I really do.”
“It’s just a little fun, baby,” he says, kissing my cheek. “No harm done.”
Laughing, I shake my head as his plan starts to make more and more sense. “You really do bring out the worst in me.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” He rubs his hands together and smirks. “You pick.”
I take a deep breath. Behind the layers of shrubbery where we’re hiding, I can barely make out the figures walking down the desolate street. Juniper Ridge is like a ghost town nowadays—not many people choose to go out anymore—but there are still a few brave souls who dare venture from their homes.
I cock my head to the side, squinting against the dark, and point a finger out of the bush. “I want that one.”
Bel grins, devious and full of twisted promises. He slams a kiss against my lips and ruffles my hair as he stands. “Your sick wish is my command.”
“This is looking less and less like a good idea.”
I try to hold the screaming man’s legs down, using my entire body to pin him against the kitchen island. He’s struggling like a bitch, making it hard as hell to keep him still long enough for Bel to tie him up. We knocked him out, but I knew we should have used some chloroform to make sure it stuck a little longer.
“Well, it’s too late to back out now!” Bel shouts, then growls when the man headbutts him. “Son of a bitch!”
“Fine! Fine!” I yell, finally letting my tired arms rest as Bel fastens the last tie. “So, what do we do?”
“It’s like a crying baby.” Looking proudly at his handiwork, Bel shrugs. “We just let Daddy come to us.”
But Mammon isn’t the first one to show up. Asi comes into the kitchen, eyes still halfway closed with his hair sticking up at all odd angles. To his credit, he doesn’t look shocked at the half-naked man hogtied in our kitchen, just annoyed. “The fuck?”
“Why is there a man on our kitchen island?” Luc asks as he comes in, tightening the belt of his fluffy robe as Levi holds him protectively by the back of his neck. “Is this some weird sex thing we don’t want to watch?”
I go to open my mouth before Bel can offer to do some different “weird sex things” with them until Mammon walks in. He’s glorious—shirtless, in boxers, and looking perfectly edible—and he immediately scowls at what he sees.
“What’s going on?”
“Oh, you know. Gore and I were just bored and we thought we’d have a little fun,” Bel teases, throwing his arm over my shoulder, daring Mammon with his eyes to do something.
Mammon clenches his jaw. He’s normally very collected, but it’s hard for him to hide his irritation and his anger at the moment. Sighing wearily, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Everyone, go back to bed.”
Luc and Levi don’t bother protesting, but Asi throws him a look before he walks off. “Need any help?”
Mammon shakes his head, blue eyes still firmly planted on Bel and me. I start quaking at the intensity of his stare. Dammit, I knew he’d be mad.
He takes a step closer, arms crossed over his chest, and speaks slowly. “Care to explain what exactly the two of you were thinking?”
Bel doesn’t bristle at the bite to tone; if anything, it makes him bolder. He holds his chin high in the air and shrugs. “You’ve been ignoring us.”
“We just want you to pay attention to us,” I whisper, shrinking into Bel’s chest.
To this, Mammon looks the least bit surprised. No, not surprised, but caught in disbelief. That isn’t quite right either, but I’m having a hard time discerning what his wide eyes and dropped jaw mean. “This is… You kidnapped a random man and brought him to our home in the middle of the night just because you were feeling insecure? That’s the brilliant thought that went through your heads?”
I wince. “Are you mad?”
“Damn right, I’m mad!” he barks, finally losing his composure. He points a wrathful and trembling finger at Bel. “This was your idea, wasn’t it?”
“It was my idea too,” I shout defensively, shielding Bel as if my thin body will protect him from the giant in front of us.
Mammon snorts with a shake of his head. “No, it wasn’t.”
“Do you want to have some fun with us?” Bel opts to choose death instead of apologizing like he should. To make matters worse, my psycho best friend starts fondling my ass, making me squeak as I tent the front of my pants because, Jesus fucking Christ , I can’t help myself.
Mammon’s chest heaves as he looks at us. Some of the anger has left his eyes and has been replaced with something else… something hotter, something meaner, something hungrier . His gaze zeroes in on my crotch and the way he licks his lips makes my knees wobble. He clenches and unclenches his fists, rolling his shoulders as he bites down hard on the inside of his cheek.
Finally, he speaks. So calculating, with a hint of unhinged madness in it. “Beelzebub, I want you to finish the job, then join Belphegor and I upstairs.”
I gulp, wanting to both come closer and back away. “Are we going to be punished?”
“Do as you’re told,” he grits out, turning on his heels and walking away without waiting for me. “Come, Belphegor.”
It’s shameful how quickly I follow him. I don’t even blink. The only thing I can do is throw Bel—who’s far too amused—a nervous glance before climbing up the stairs behind Mammon. I’m trembling the entire time, shaking with eager anticipation, threading on the edge of danger, and not knowing whether pain or pleasure is going to be on the other side.
We enter his room and I close the door behind me. He sits on his bed, watching me, and I start to fumble for words. “I’m sorry. I guess we weren’t thinking too clearly. We?—”
“You think I’ve been ignoring the two of you?” he asks, cutting me off as his brow furrows.
I nod. “Yeah…it seems that way.”
Humming under his breath, he looks off to the side and I see his Adam's apple bob. “I’ve been very busy.”
“I know. We know,” I rush out, cheeks flushed. “We just…want to spend some time with you.”
He clicks his tongue, his eyes dragging up and down my figure with predatory intention. Rolling his bottom lip into his mouth, he leans back on his elbows as he cocks his head to the side. “Well, princess, now you have my undivided attention. What are you going to do about it?”
Maybe I should be offended by the nickname, but I’m far from that. It’s flattering and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I like being his princess. It makes me special to him and that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I don’t know if he’s playing with me or if this is a twisted trick meant to put me in my place, but I take the risk. An opportunity like this doesn’t come up every day, and I’m going to take full advantage.
“Can I touch you?” I ask quietly, nearly squealing when he nods once. My breath hitches as I close the distance between us, my shaking hands coming up to rest on his firm, bare chest. I sigh dreamily as I dig my fingers into his pecs. “You’re so strong, Mammon.”
“Tell me. Are you wearing something pretty for me?” He curses under his breath when I nod. Letting me explore his body, he doesn’t move, but he does jut his chin at me. “Let me see.”
I’m reluctant to stop touching him, but I don’t dare go against his wishes. Maybe I should be giving him a show, but I’m too nervous and keyed-up to even try to be sexy. I whip off my shirt, exposing the baby-blue bra that’s all lace and fits me like a glove. I drop my pants, letting them pool around my ankles as I rub my hands up and down the lacy cheeky panties Bel bought me. When he does nothing but growl and clench his hands around the blanket, I squeak. “Do you like it?”
“I fucking love it.” He raises one finger and twirls it in the air. I follow his command, giving him a spin, but I’m stopped when his hands shoot out to grab my hips. “Look at this ass. I just want…”
“You can have it, you know.”
I gasp when I snap my head toward the door, seeing Bel leaning against the open frame with a wicked grin on his face. He gestures at my body, which makes me feel like the most beautiful object on the planet. “There’s nothing stopping you.”
“Is it done?” Mammon asks, his voice strained as he pulls me back until I fall onto his lap with a yelp.
Bel nods. “It is.”
“Get over here,” Mammon snaps, his fingers digging into my hips so hard it hurts. “Close the door.”
Bel slinks toward us like a lion, so sultry it puts my bumbling ass to shame. He teases his finger against his bottom lip as he stands before us. “Does it turn you on knowing I killed someone just to get your attention?”
I turn my head to look at Mammon. His jaw is clenched and he’s holding on to me as if I’ll run away. “Yes.”
“We’ll do anything you want,” Bel says as he slowly raises his shirt over his head. “You have to know that.”
“I do,” Mammon replies, but it’s more of a groan. I gasp when I feel the throbbing outline of him against my ass.
“What are you going to do about it?” Bel challenges as he pushes down his pants, going commando so his hard cock slaps against his stomach.
There’s a moment of silence. A split second of hesitation until?—
“Kiss him.”
Bel lunges at me. His hands come up to frame my face as he fucks his tongue into my mouth. I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck as I drag him closer. We tumble, falling on top of Mammon, who manages to keep us from smothering him. I have a hard man at my back who’s fondling my ass, teasing the strap of my panties as he runs his fingers along my crease. I have a desperate man at my front, treating my mouth like his personal last meal as he tries to eat me alive.
“Do you want to fuck him, Beelzebub?”
Bel pulls away and leaves me gasping for air. Looking deep into my eyes, he smiles softly, before turning a sinister smirk toward Mammon. “Always.”
“Get him ready then.”
Using his impressive strength and making me swoon, Mammon grabs the two of us and tosses us next to him on the bed. Immediately, I’m on my back and my legs are being lifted in the air. Bel doesn’t bother moving the strap of my thong as he starts licking at my hole, desperately coating the fabric with his spit. When a bottle of lube is tossed to him, he chuckles and slathers his fingers with it, not bothering to give me any time to prepare before he’s shoving two thick digits into my ass.
My back arches off the bed. I’m mesmerized watching the way his hand moves as he scissors me open. When I turn to look at Mammon, I’m entranced by the heat in his blue eyes, making him look more like a beast than a man. It’s the quickest and roughest Bel’s ever opened me up, but I’m not complaining.
Because I know what’s going to happen next and I’m dying for it.
“There. That’s enough,” Mammon snaps. Gripping Bel by the back of his neck, he yanks him away from me. He tosses Bel behind him, throwing the bottle of lube over his shoulder. “That ass better be prepped by the time I’m done.”
“Done with what?” I whisper breathily, nibbling on my bottom lip as Mammon’s strong frame crawls over my body.
He shoves his boxers down enough to free his cock. Rubbing it up and down my hole, he teases me with soft little nudges. “You want my cock, princess?”
“Yes!” I cry out, so fucking desperate for it, I don’t even care what I sound like. “Fuck, yes!”
“So eager,” he taunts, a menacing smile playing on his full lips. He doesn’t look over his shoulder as he leans down to kiss my cheek. “What do you think, Bel? Does he deserve it?”
I hear Bel snort behind him, but his voice comes out choked as squishy, wet sounds fill the room. “I think he might die if you don’t stick it in him.”
“You think you can take me?” Mammon questions as he angles his dick right against my entrance. “I’m much bigger than Bel.”
“Rude.”
“I can take it,” I promise, nodding rapidly as needy adrenaline surges through my body. I wrap my legs around his waist, whining as I try to bring him closer, to get his cock inside me, to feel the bliss I’ve been craving endlessly.
“My good princess.” He bends down to brush his lips against my forehead, his hot breath fanning my forehead as he finally pushes in. There’s only about an inch of him stretching me, but he’s filling me in a way I’ve never felt before. “Fuck, you feel good. That pussy’s all wet for me. Does it hurt?”
Tears blind me as he pushes in another inch. “Yes.”
But the pain is beautiful. It’s so rewarding. I’m drowning in the burn and the intensity; like I can feel him everywhere, all the time. It’s as if he was always meant to fuck me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Once he bottoms out, he holds himself still. His body looks like it’s shaking with the effort to remain in control and not simply fuck me into the mattress. Not that I’d mind, by the way. He can take me whatever way he wants to, and I’ll fucking thank him after and beg for more.
“Come here, Bel,” he demands, a rasp in his voice as he turns his head so I can look at his tension-filled profile. Bel crawls to position beside him and it only takes Mammon one second to claim his lips in a brutal embrace.
I let out a shuddering whine, precum leaking from my tip as I watch their tongues dance against each other, seeing the way they’re so consumed by one simple and sloppy kiss.
“You two are so hot,” I breathe out, squirming and squealing when it makes the cock in my ass peg my prostate. “Oh, fuck …”
“I want you to fuck his mouth,” Mammon commands against Bel’s lips, lapping at his teeth before pulling away.
Bel nods, uncharacteristically quiet, as he knees his way over to me. This is something I’m used to. I joke that I sometimes live with Bel’s cock in my mouth, so I take his familiar length with ease. It’s like a sweet comfort as Mammon starts thrusting—slowly and gently—because I know it won’t last much longer.
“Do you like that?” Mammon asks, eyes focused on my mouth and Bel’s cock as he picks up his pace. “Both of your holes stuffed?”
“He’s needy as hell, Mammon.” Bel laughs, bringing himself all the way to the back of my throat as he pets the top of my head. “He’ll take anything we give him.”
Mammon raises an eyebrow as he drags his hand down the side of my face. “That so?”
I pop off Bel’s dick, gasping for breath with tears in my eyes. “I want both of you.”
I want it so badly. I want to be full of them. Take them both at once. Feel their cocks annihilate me. To be taken completely like that would mean the world to me.
So that’s why I start to cry when Mammon shakes his head.
He chuckles as he leans down to lick away my tears. “Not tonight. But I promise you, princess, one day we’re going to split that pussy open with both of our cocks and pound you until you black out, just to fuck you awake again.”
“I want a go now,” Bel whines, trying to shove Mammon off me, but he’s too solid to be moved. “Fuck me.”
Mammon looks at me and he must see the spark of lust in my eyes because he presses a sweet kiss to my lips before sliding out of me. He flips Bel onto his stomach, slapping his ass as he fucks his cheeks. “When’s the last time you took a dick in the ass?”
Bel snorts, wagging his butt like an overeager poodle. “I can handle it.”
I can’t help but giggle at his confidence because I know the truth. “Bel…”
It’s been years since Bel has let me top him, not that I mind. Apparently, I’m a slut for being dominated, so I’ve never complained.
Bel must hear the humor in my voice because he turns his head at me and glares. “Okay, it’s been a while.”
Mammon chuckles and throws me a wink as he nods toward the top of the bed. “Thank you, princess. Go help him.”
I’m not exactly sure what he means by that, so I do what comes naturally. I’ve always liked cuddling and Bel’s always been my protector, but I know he secretly craves that protection as well. I lift his head as I sit against the headboard, positioning his cheek on my thigh as I lightly scratch up and down his back. “It’ll only sting for a second.”
Bel rolls his eyes at me. “Come on. It can’t be that—” His arrogance is cut off as he shouts, biting down on my thigh as Mammon fucks into him all at once. “Jesus, you’re big! What the fuck? Gore, how the hell did you take him?”
“Just like you’re going to take me because I own both of you, isn’t that right?” Mammon grunts, giving Bel a brutal treatment as he grabs the meat of his ass and goes to town, railing him with such force he’s propelled forward. “Answer me.”
“Yes,” I say without a second thought, my heart ready to burst out of my chest.
“Fuck, I guess.” Bel tries to push up on his arms but becomes pinned down by Mammon’s body as he drapes himself over him.
Mammon nips at his ear, sliding his tongue along the abused lobe. “You’re not exactly in the position to be a brat.”
“Be good, Bel,” I chide, unable to stop myself from leaning into Mammon’s lips when he raises his head.
“Never— Nughhh …”
I pull away from Mammon with a giggle, my eyes darting to where his cock disappears into Bel’s ass. I wiggle as I feel my own emptiness and Mammon catches on. He pulls out of Bel, giving his cheek one firm slap before trading places with me so he’s the one sitting up. Without a word, he slides me onto his lap and onto his cock, filling me completely as I throw my head back with a satisfied whimper.
“Help him, Bel,” he demands. Kneading my ass hungrily, he looks over my shoulder. “Help him make me come.”
Bel winces as he rushes toward us, throwing Mammon a pointed glare because I’m sure he’s sore as hell. Wrapping his hands around my hips, he struggles for a moment before?—
“Oh my God!”
“You’re just our sex doll, aren’t you?” Bel laughs, an almost unhinged lilt to his voice as he forces me up and down and up and down. “Letting me help you bounce on his thick cock. Do you like being a pillow princess?”
“I think he does,” Mammon drawls, his accent thick and humid as he drops his head back. “Make him come.”
Then it happens. Bel doesn’t slot his cock against Mammon’s, but he does thrust against me so he can use his free hands to wrap around my cock. He humps my ass, my body jolting from the movements, and I’m completely helpless to the sensations. I can almost imagine him fucking me too and that brings me closer and closer and closer until?—
“Mammon! Bel!”
I cry as I spray my cum on Mammon’s stomach, coating Bel’s hands, and I collapse from the force of it.
“Scooch over, baby.”
Completely weak and dazed, I’m pulled off Mammon’s cock and pushed up his chest until his face is pressed against my stomach. I wish I could help somehow, but I can’t. I’m dead. Actually gone. All I can do is make incomprehensible noises as I feel Bel’s chest press against my back.
“Fuck! Fuck!”
I look over my shoulder with drooping eyes just in time to see Bel slide down Mammon’s cock, swivel his hips, and explode. But then my head is yanked forward, and a pair of lips steal the breath from me. It’s too much, it’s all consuming. Too many dicks, too many tongues, and way too many sensations.
Finally, I’m granted a reprieve. My eyes are closed as I’m gently set down on the bed. I don’t even hesitate in opening my mouth when something presses against my lips.
“Here, princess. Lick. I don’t want you feeling left out.”
It’s cum that I taste as I wrap my tongue around Mammon’s fingers. His cum, my cum, Bel’s cum? Fuck, I don’t know, but it tastes as sweet as honey and as addicting as sugar. I lap it all up greedily, whining and humming when they’re taken away.
Something warm and fluffy drapes over me. There’s a body to my right and a body to my left. I soak up the warmth of it all.
I’m fading into oblivion, unable to keep my senses, but I’m coherent enough to ask the question that has an answer I’m afraid of.
“Can we stay?”
And in that split second, my heart freezes. Until?—
“Yes.”