43. Belphegor
FORTY-THREE
BELPHEGOR
If normal were a word readily applied to us, I’d say things have gone mostly back to that.
It’s been two months after everything went down and I think we all feel like we can breathe easier. Things aren’t as tense around the house, we’ve carved out some more family time than we have in weeks, and life continues to go on.
Where the resistance is concerned, they’re gone with the wind. Mammon was right when he said that the threat would disappear as soon as Sage did, as these people clearly lacked the proper organization to get anything going without him. Now that he’s gone, everyone has fallen into line. More and more conduits have transitioned into seats of power and more and more citizens have started to accept the status quo.
With the phone lines tapped and the ports heavily guarded, Mammon decided to open communication and transport. People can’t come and go as they want… per se , but he could only keep up the ruse of a power failure for so long. But people know they can’t leave without the council's permission and they couldn’t even if they tried. Our new mayor gets the final say in all matters relating to citizen relations.
You know, Mayor Asi still has a hilarious ring to it, even weeks later.
The nightmares haven’t gone away. Once Mammon told me I wasn’t allowed to medicate in order to sleep, they came on swift and strong. It feels like every other night either Bel or I are waking up drenched in a cold sweat, clinging to Mammon as tears and snot roll down our faces. The days are easier, though. Sometimes I can get through a whole day without even remembering what happened to me, but other days, it’s all I can think about. Mammon and Bel have been great about it, Bel getting more credit since he’s somehow managed to stay steady enough for the both of us.
But I’m touch starved.
It’s not like Mammon won’t lay a hand on us. Sweet forehead kisses, pecks on our lips, a graze against our cheeks are all commonplace. He gives us affection without even being asked to, but that’s not what I want.
Bel chuckles from his spot on the other end of the couch, glancing up at me over his game. “I know what you’re thinking, baby.”
I flush. Of course he does. He’d be lying if he says he hasn’t thought about it either. “Why won’t he…”
“Fuck us?” he finishes. Shrugging, he sets his game down and scoots toward me. “I think you know the answer to that.”
“I want him back. I want things to be the way they were.”
“You know that’s not possible.”
His empathetic look is enough to send a flash of phantom pain through me. It’s always the pain I remember the most. The sounds have faded into a not-so-distant past at least. My screams muffle in my own ears when I think about it, but not the pain. It’s so vivid sometimes— sharp —like it’s happening to my body all over again. The newest medical conduit has examined me every week since it happened and she says my body is cleared for regular activity, but at times, it doesn’t feel that way.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Come back to me, Gore,” Bel says quickly, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it to help silence my thoughts. “I see your point. I need him too. Need him like that .”
I nod in agreement. I love Mammon and Bel so much, more than words can describe, but I just haven’t felt as close to them recently. Bel and I have always used sex as a way to connect on a soul-deep level. My happiest memories are being taken care of sexually by him and Mammon. Maybe it’s not technically healthy to depend on sex so much for emotional intimacy, but that’s just the way things are.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
One glance at Bel’s devious smirk has me gulping. “I don’t like that smile.”
“Oh, don’t be like that,” he teases, pinching my cheek until I slap his hand away. “You always like my plans.”
I snort. “Your plans always get me into trouble.”
“Maybe it’ll be the kind of trouble you like this time.”
I hesitate. Betting on one of Bel’s plans is always fifty-fifty, but it looks like getting Mammon to crack is going to take the kind of manic orchestration Bel is so famous for.
Tucking my legs under me, I prop my chin in my hands. “Okay. Spill it.”
“Knock, knock.”
Bel and I enter our room just as Mammon sits on the bed and takes off his coat. At our arrival, he stands, that chronically apathetic smile on his face as he approaches us. “Hey, you two. How was your day?”
“Good,” I say, heart fluttering pleasantly when he leans down to kiss our cheeks. “Did you just get back?”
Nodding, he ruffles my hair before working open the buttons of his shirt. “Another meeting with the council.”
While Mammon used to have all these council meetings here at the mansion, they’ve now transitioned them to Mayor Asi’s office downtown. To say Mammon is paranoid about having anyone in our space is an understatement. On top of all the newly beefed-up security, he’s installed military-grade locks on all our windows and doors and changes the codes once a week. I chuckle, remembering how pissed Levi was when he got locked out two days ago.
Bel plops down on the bed as Mammon heads to our closet. “How’d it go?”
“Everything is fine,” Mammon calls out as he begins to undress. “The details would bore you.”
That’s entirely true. It might not be entirely smart, but Bel and I prefer to live in our ignorant little bubble when it comes to the day-to-day. As long as we’re happy, fed, and fucked, we’re content.
And we’re sorely lacking in one of those areas.
“So,” Bel begins, teasing his bottom lip as Mammon remerges in a pair of low-hanging sweats and nothing else. “We were thinking…”
“Stop right there. What’d you do?”
“Nothing,” I rush out, raising my right hand in the air. “We swear it.”
He looks between us suspiciously, as though we’re conspiring against him, before his shoulders settle. “What is it?”
“I think you’ve been working so hard, Daddy,” Bel does that thing where he walks all sexy-like without looking like a complete idiot like I do when I try it. “You deserve a treat.”
Mammon hums under his breath and raises a curious eyebrow, but doesn’t give anything away. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah…” Bel mumbles, running a hand down Mammon’s bare chest once he reaches him. “Now that the ports are open, we got something.”
“What did you get?”
To this, Bel winks and takes a step back. “It’s better if we show you.”
As discussed, when Bel gives me the signal, I strip. I’ve never been ashamed of my body before, but I will admit, my hands tremble a bit as I pull my shirt over my head and drop my pants. I push through the residual nerves until I’m all I’m left with is Mammon’s surprise. His breath hitches when he sees me, his thick cock growing under his sweats, and I do a little twirl for him.
Bel managed to find an online store that specifically designs lingerie for men. He bought several things, using an extraordinary amount of our money—okay, Mammon’s money—to expedite shipping. It’s a miracle Mammon didn’t call us out about the obscene charge days ago, but I think financial responsibility is the last thing on his mind right now.
The lacy baby blue bralette and thong set isn’t anything of what they’ve seen me in before, minus the fact that this particular shade matches the color of Bel’s hair. What we’re really excited to try out is the matching garter belt clipped onto comfy white stockings. At Bel’s insistence, we bought some makeup too, but that’s for another time.
Mammon, who’s been standing so very still, clears his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as he moves toward me at a snail’s pace. Taking one finger, he plays with the strap of my bralette, giving it a light tug that has my dick plumping. He glances at Bel, who I’m sure is smug as shit behind me, and then looks into my eyes. “Are you two sure?”
I nod, already breathless at the intensity in his blue gaze. “Yes.”
“No, no, no,” Bel taunts. He wraps his arms around me from the back, slipping his thumb under the waistband of my thong, causing goosebumps to sprout in his wake. “Tell him what you really want, Gore.”
I flush. Oh, holy moly. I don’t think I can. “I want you to…”
When I trail off, Mammon isn’t having it. With an almost ferocious glint in his eyes, he growls, “Say it.”
I take a deep breath, my cheeks flaming as my stomach swoops. Opening and closing my mouth, I try to gather my courage and remind myself that, in their eyes, I’m one of the sexiest things on the planet. That, however, doesn’t stop the embarrassment. “I want you to f-fuck my pretty p-princess p-pussy.”
Mammon lets out a choked groan, pulling me close by my bralette, pressing his hard-on against my hip. “That so?”
“What do you say?” Bel asks, moving his hand to pet my stomach.
“Get him ready for me.”
With a yelp, I’m dragged away from behind and tossed onto the couch. Flipped over, I’m forced onto my hands and knees as my ass cheeks are spread. From where he’s standing, Mammon has a clear view of Bel thumbing the strap of my thong, pushing it aside, and practically shoving his tongue into me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, lurching forward out of sheer pleasure.
“That’s it,” Mammon praises, his voice thick and heady as he appears in front of me, his cock already out and throbbing with need. He smiles at me tenderly before throwing a wolfish grin at Bel. “Lick that pussy and get it nice and wet for my cock.”
“Yes, please…” I beg, pushing back against Bel’s face, my breaths stuttering when he presses a lubed finger inside me.
But then I panic.
Without my consent, my body shudders, my breaths coming out in sharp pants as my vision blurs.
Thrust, thrust, thrust ? —
A pair of soft lips find mine, gently guiding my mouth open so that our tongues tangle. Mammon pulls back, brushing this thumb against the tear dripping down my cheek. Bel’s removed his finger, patting my ass softly instead, letting out little coos meant to settle me.
“We can stop,” Mammon insists. “We don’t need to do this. I still love you without needing to fuck you.”
I shake my head. I know we don’t need to do this, but I want to do it. I want that connection with them that I can only achieve through sex. I want to feel close to them again. Not just that, but I want to not let a fucking dead asshole dictate how I behave. It’s my body, a body I’ve given willingly and freely to Mammon, and I want him to decide what to do with it.
“Your choice,” I whisper, knowing the answer I’m craving, hoping he’ll see past the tears and past my trauma to the truth.
Clenching his jaw, debating it in his mind, he nods. “Okay.” He pets my cheek as he looks over my body at Bel. “Keep going.”
I close my eyes and let myself just float away for a moment. I focus on my breathing and the steady thrust of Bel’s finger. When Mammon stands, my lips find his cock, seeking it for comfort as I begin to suck him. One finger turns to two, which leads to three, then four, until I feel like I’m practically gaping.
All the while, the feel of Mammon’s stare burns the top of my head. I do my best to relax and, after a few minutes, my heartbeat calms and my breathing evens out. When they do, Mammon clicks his tongue and Bel pulls his fingers out. I’m moved until I’m on my back and Mammon hovers above me, with one knee planted on the couch on one side of me and his other leg planted on the floor.
Lubing up his cock, he moves my thong out of the way and nudges against my hole. “You need me to love you, don’t you, princess?”
I nod, tensing already at the pressure of him. “Yes, please.”
“Do you want Bel to watch as I make love to you?”
Tears prickle my eyes as I reach for him. He’s never put it that way before and it makes me choke out a sob. “Yes.”
He moves my hair out of the way and kisses the center of my forehead before looking up at Bel, who’s still behind me. “Ready, kitten?”
“Yes,” Bel answers, his voice uncharacteristically soft and breathy. “I just want you to make him feel good.”
“I’ll make both of you feel good,” Mammon promises, just as he pushes and slowly enters me.
At first, my body fights the intrusion on instinct, but with the way Mammon is murmuring in my ear and how Bel is petting my hair, I relax. Mammon takes it slow— achingly so—until he bottoms out with a shudder.
“My princess,” he mumbles in my ear, curling himself around my body as if he’s trying to protect me from the past. “You’re okay.”
I nod shakily, swallowing harshly when he starts to thrust smooth and steady, languidly so. This isn’t like the filthy sex I’m so used to having. This is so…sweet. While Mammon’s expressing just how much I mean to him, Bel’s staring down at me with awe. It doesn’t make the phantom pain disappear, or the fullness comfortable yet, but it does ease my soul.
Mammon lifts his head. “Don’t think I forgot about you. Kiss me, kitten.”
Bel lunges forward and I watch as their tongues battle for dominance above me. Bel’s clutching at Mammon’s cheeks desperately, moaning into his mouth, and my heart swells for him.
“Mammon…” I lick my lips as they both pull apart to stare down at me. “Can you…”
“What do you want?” he asks gently.
“Can you do… this to Bel too?”
Bel’s face morphs into shock, but Mammon only chuckles. “Of course. You think he needs to feel special too?”
I nod and reach back to rub Bel’s hip. “Yeah, I do.”
Bel shakes his head. “I don’t… Gore is the one?—”
“Get yourself ready for me.” Mammon uses that harsh tone we both know Bel loves. “I want that tiny pink fuckhole loose and waiting for me when I’m through with our princess.”
Even though he was hesitant, it’s almost comical how quickly Bel strips. Both Mammon and I laugh, but mine turns into a whine when he nails my prostate at just the right spot that has me seeing stars. I claw at his back, tugging him even closer, kissing his pale shoulders as I melt.
“Stay right here,” he mumbles against my lips. “Touch yourself while you watch me with Bel but don’t come.”
Nodding, I reach for my cock as Mammon slips off the couch. Bel is already naked on his hands and knees on the floor beside us, finger-fucking himself at a ferocious pace. Mammon slaps his hand out of the way, replacing it with his cock, and bottoms out in one long stroke.
“Yes!” Bel screams, arching his back as Mammon holds on to his shoulders. “Oh, fuck!”
I’m mesmerized and have to tug on my balls to stop myself from coming at the sight of Bel’s rim stretching around Mammon’s cock.
“Do you want it sweet, kitten?” Mammon asks, rolling his hips, and causing Bel to whimper with each one. “Is that how you want me to show you?”
He nods, then shakes his head, then nods. I know it’s hard for him to admit to sometimes wanting it soft, but both Mammon and I understand that’s what he needs.
Still, Bel tries to resist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I’ll fuck you how I want to,” Mammon replies, then slaps Bel’s ass until it’s cherry red. “Remember, kitten. Only I know what you need.”
I watch as Mammon thrusts gently, his hands moving from Bel’s shoulders to grip his hips. He maps out a beautiful sketch on his back with his fingertips, bending down to press kiss after kiss down his spine as far as he can go. “Look at me, Beelzebub.”
Bel shakes his head, but Mammon’s not having it. He seizes Bel’s chin and turns his head, pushing back blue hair to expose his watering eyes. Leaning down, he licks away his tears. “There you are. You need some pampering too, don’t you?”
“Fuck you,” Bel spits, but it’s not filled with venom. If anything, it’s cloaked with the desperate need to hold on to his strong facade. “I don’t need this.”
I nibble on my bottom lip as I slide off the couch and kneel beside Bel’s head. “Yeah, you do. Doesn’t it feel good?”
At my question, Bel’s eyes flutter shut. Mammon’s tenderly massaging his ass, and I’m running my fingers through his hair. I swear Bel purrs.
“Just a little bit longer,” he mumbles, but it’s with a happy and satisfied smile on his face.
Mammon shakes his head with a chuckle. “For as long as I want.” He turns to kiss me. “Lay down beside him. I’m coming back to you in just a second, princess. I want back in that pretty pussy of yours.”
I do as he says and he does as he promises. Back and forth, he takes Bel and I, never lingering too long inside one of us. More lube is added as time passes and I don’t know how long Bel and I simply lie here and let Mammon take us. At one point, Bel reaches for me, and I crawl into his arms. I get a front-row seat at his euphoric face and get to kiss him through his orgasm, my hand helping him along. When it’s my turn, Bel cradles me in his lap, angling me so that Mammon can fuck into me as I kiss him. When Mammon’s ready, he has us kiss, and sprays jet and jet after cum on our faces until Bel and mine’s tongues tangle with his taste.
It’s perfect.
We don’t move from the office, all of us are too boneless to do anything but move back onto the couch. It’s a little awkward with the three of us, but Mammon makes it work. I lean against his shoulder, humming to myself. “Are you going to make the nightmares go away too?”
“Eventually, I think,” he answers honestly, “even if I have to strangle them with my own, bloodied hands.”
Bel snickers. “You’ll control us like we want? Be toxic, but make it sexy?”
Mammon snorts. “You want me to be your villain?” When Bel and I both kiss him at once, three sets of lips molding so perfectly together, he sighs happily. “I can do that.”
Because, out of every monster we’ve known and faced, he’s the greatest of them all.