Chapter 5
Tirael
“…you shouldn’t clean him. I worked hard to dirty our angel up, you know.”
I blinked as Beelzebub’s voice penetrated my mind, my thoughts still moving slowly, sluggishly, leisurely. The touch of a warm towel cleaning me up told me someone was taking care of me. Raphael. It was Raphael. An Archangel was acting like a servant for a mere Cherub like me. My mind wanted to panic, but for once I told my anxiousness to fuck itself and choose to relax into Raphael’s gentle touches.
“Look, isn’t he precious?” Raphael said as I nuzzled into the hand that swept the sweaty hair from my face.
“I prefer them screaming to nonverbal… but I suppose he is cute like this. Just a little pet waiting to curl up in my lap.”
“Hmm, that’s a good idea. Here, hold him while I take care of his wounds.”
I was deposited into the demon’s lap and, even though he grumbled, his hand found its way to stroking my hair while Raphael cleaned the blood off my back and applied some kind of ointment to all my welts, scratches, and bruises. Even the sting from the medicine wasn’t enough to yank me out of my state of contentness. Embracing my role as a pet wholeheartedly, I closed my eyes and dozed. Beelzebub and Raphael talked quietly over me, but I didn’t bother to follow their conversation, just letting the words wash over me. There was always at least one hand on my body, as if they were providing me with an anchor to not float away.
I don’t know how long I have been laying there, but it could be minutes or hours later that I stirred, changing position, and the pain flared up anew, snapping me back to myself.
“Ow!” I hissed.
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” came Raphael’s concerned voice.
“Finally! My legs are falling asleep,” Beelzebub snarked, but when he helped me sit up he wasn’t rough at all.
Raphael fussed over me, making me drink some water and have a bite of an energy bar from the mini-fridge located in every private room. Maybe things like sustenance and keeping my wounds clean weren’t as important for an angel’s body as for a human, taking into consideration we healed more quickly and didn’t exactly need to feed, but I appreciated the ritual of it, the show of care. I was happy being fussed over.
The only thing that bothered me was the fact Beelzebub left, without even a goodbye. I guess that was it. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am! Except we haven’t even fucked. Was the scene really enough to satisfy Beelzebub? Or maybe… did he leave precisely because I had not satisfied him?
Suddenly, I felt cold. My mood started to plummet. After the high it was time for a low. But before dark thoughts could consume me I heard the bang of the door being opened and whipped my head around.
Beelzebub closed the door behind himself with a kick, his hands occupied with a large mirror.
“Shit, Raphael, help me here,” he said as the large object started slipping from his unwieldy golden hand.
The angel rushed to secure the mirror and they ended setting it on the bed, Raphael holding it upright.
He was back. Beelzebub was back.
“Turn around, pet. I want you to see the fruits of my labor.”
I obeyed without thought, still shocked at this turn of events. A smaller mirror from a nearby dresser was thrust into my hand and, as I looked into it, I could see the reflection of my back captured in the bigger mirror.
“Oh,” I gasped, awed.
My back was a canvas of marks. Horizontal marks from the crop and vertical scratches from Beelzebub’s cruel claws intersected each other in an intricate web of sense memory. I shivered, remembering how they felt. Shifting, I raised on my knees until I could admire the redness of my ass and how all the tender spots on my body created a complete picture. My redemption marked deeply into my skin. I could feel them and remember. Finally be free, at least for as long as the marks lasted.
“Thank you,” I said softly, still spellbound by the sight.
“Well, you can say thank you by using that pretty pink tongue to—”
“Beelzebub!” Raphael hissed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I know for a fact he enjoyed punishing you. You don’t owe him, or me, any sexual acts. You don’t have to do anything.”
“But can I?” I finally pulled my gaze off the mirror. “Can I… please? I would like to give you both pleasure. Only… ah… I have never…”
“A virgin!” Beelzebub rubbed his hands together with evil glee while Raphael looked alarmed. “I’m going to have so much fun with you. Let daddy show you how it’s done. We will have you addicted to cum in no time.”
“Must you be so vulgar?” Raphael complained.
“Look how much of a grumpy pants he is,” Beelzebub addressed me, that gleeful, terrifying expression still on his face. “I think he will be much more tolerable if you suck his big, hard dick.”
My cheeks flared with heat, but I ignored the embarrassment in lieu of turning around to face Raphael.
“Can I? Please, let me s-suck your cock?” I was proud I only stuttered once when saying such a shameless thing.
The Archangel closed his eyes as if he was counting to ten to keep control of himself. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and his gaze burned.
“Alright, if you are sure, little lamb.”
He set the mirror aside and sat on the edge of the bed. I swallowed as he opened his legs in invitation.
The carpet in the room turned out to be luxurious enough to feel plush underneath my knees. I looked up at the man I was going to service and had to duck my head seeing his penetrating stare. The anxiousness was returning with vengeance.
Oh God, was I really going to be able to do this? Bring satisfaction to an angel who likely had thousands of lovers under his belt if his reputation was anything to go by? Usually, I needed to repeat a task ad nauseam to have a chance to master it, and the evidence of all my first-time failures said I couldn’t do this.
I don’t know what to do, I thought, feeling my breath speed up.
A heavy hand landed on my nape, pulling me out of my incoming panic.
“His dick won’t bite, pet,” Beelzebub joked. “Come on, just open those tight pants to see what we are working with.”
We, I thought with relief.
Did that mean Beelzebub was going to guide me through this? I could do that. Following the lead of someone more experienced was infinitely easier than figuring things out from scratch.
My fingers reached for the neon green button of the black formal slacks and carefully popped it open. There was a resistance under the straining fabric, the angel already half hard in the confines of his clothing. I pulled the zipper down carefully, making sure to not catch the material underneath. What was revealed to my eyes were boxers made of silky material in a color matching the other poisonous green accents of Raphael’s ensemble.
My mouth dropped open as I fixated on a darker spot on the boxers where a drop of precum seeped in.
“You are practically salivating for it, aren’t you, slut? Go on. Lick it. Through the fabric at first.”
I didn’t know how good it was going to feel to have wet fabric clinging onto your cock, but I followed Beelzebub’s order and pressed my tongue to that dark spot, making it spread as my saliva joined the gathering precum.
Raphael held his breath as I licked, his hands gripping the edge of the bed. It was working. I was affecting him!
Bolstered by the reaction I licked eagerly until the front of Raphael’s boxers was a complete mess.
“I could watch you like that all day, pet, but it would be embarrassing if we made Raphael come in his pants, don’t you think? Pull him out.”
While I could taste the hint of what was to come it couldn’t compare to tasting Raphael’s precum straight on, so when I fished out the angel’s cock and saw the drop of precum gathering at the tip I just had to lean down and scoop it with my tongue. The saltiness assaulted my tastebuds, the richness of the potent liquid mixing with the musky smell into a heady combination.
I savored my first taste of cock with a moan.
“That’s it. I knew that sweet little tongue was going to be a vision. Those kitten licks are going to drive Raphael crazy. Isn’t that right?”
“It’s a beautiful view,” Raphael confirmed, his voice straining.
What would it take to make him moan?
My daring got me as far as opening my lips and taking the tip of the cock in, letting the fat head sit on my tongue, before I grew frustrated once more, unsure how to proceed. Should I try to take it all? Use my tongue? Suck?
I glanced to the side at Beelzebub, silently begging for directions.
“Feel his shape, use your hands to hold the shaft and give the head some love. Just have fun exploring.”
Gingerly setting my hands on the throbbing length, I quickly discovered having that added bit of control over the angle was a godsend. I licked around the bulbous shape, tracing the ridge of the cockhead, then gave my prize a kiss. It’s not like I”d never seen a cock—I had one after all—but this perspective made everything different and I found myself paying attention to the smallest details. The way the erection had a fetching gradient of red over it, the way I could feel the veins throbbing under my fingertips, the way it jerked up when I pressed my tongue to the underside and was rewarded by a glistening drop of precum. The cock was growing in my hands, slowly plumping up to full hardness, reaching its full potential for destroying me. I wanted to worship it.
“Now, take in more,” Beelzebub growled.
Did he read something in my expression? Or maybe he saw how my cock was valiantly trying to return to hardness after being drained dry not so long ago?
I sealed my lips over the cockhead and slid down, slowly, carefully, but it wasn’t as easy as a few couples I spotted in the act in Heaven or on Earth made it look. It didn’t help that Raphael wasn’t small at all and the girth of the cock grew bigger as I moved down. I moved up and down, trying to position my lips and tongue in the best way, but only ended up catching the sensitive skin with a hint of my teeth. Raphael hissed, his hand flying to my hair in an automatic response.
I pulled off as if burned.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry!” I said, hoping for earth to open up and swallow me, maybe throwing me straight to Hell for good measure.
“Chill, pet, there’s no need to have kittens,” Beelzebub laughed. “If this is enough to defeat the famed Archangel Raphael, Heaven is really in a pickle.”
“It’s fine, Tirael, no harm done,” Raphael reassured. “It’s, ah, a process of learning. Nobody is born giving perfect blowjobs.”
“Speak for yourself. I’m pretty sure the first demon I gave a blowjob to ascended to Heaven afterwards. But not everyone can be me. So, what’s left for you, pet, is practice. Chop, chop, get to it, that dick won’t suck itself.”
My cheeks were still burning with embarrassment, but I glared at the cock in front of me and decided to take it as a challenge. How hard could it be to not accidentally hurt your partner during sex? Tirael, try harder! I admonished myself.
The second attempted worked better. It took a few tries, but I found the best way to keep my teeth covered and from then on I managed to get most of the way down.
“Focus on the rhythm,” Beelzebub advised. “Up and down. Make it nice and wet. Messy blowjobs are the best.”
Were they? I set a push-and-pull rhythm and used the saliva gathering in my mouth to my advantage until my actions produced truly pornographic noises. The tips of my ears grew red as grunts and huffs of air from Raphael’s mouth joined the dirty symphony. When I got my first moan, I decided I was doing something right and went about my task with even more enthusiasm.
The blowjob really got messy. My hands and face were wet and a streak of saliva escaped from the corner of my mouth. I had to look ridiculous.
“Wonderful, you look amazing with my cock in your mouth, precious,” Raphael said.
I shifted on my knees, my cock growing at the praise, and tried to take the angel deeper. As I felt the tip push at the back of my throat, I knew it was a mistake. I pulled off before I could cough from the sensation. It was better to ask for guidance from the start before I made a fool of myself again.
“Master… can you tell me how… how to…”
I hoped the context would be obvious and I wouldn’t actually have to say it, but Beelzebub’s smile grew a cruel edge.
“How to what? C’mon, tell us. What does our sweet, innocent little angel want to do?”
“I want to… take more of it,” I mumbled, curling into myself.
“What? I cannot hear you, angel, speak clearly.”
“I want to…”
“Louder.”
“I want to take it down my throat!” I shouted, frustrated at being bullied.
Then I had to hide my face behind my hands.
“Don’t you dare Raphael, if you go into another one of your ‘you don’t have to’ spiels, I will instruct the boy to bite your dick off. Don’t pretend you don’t want to fuck that tight throat. Now, I can teach Tirael how to deepthroat with my fingers or my cock. Which one will it be?”
“Fingers,” Raphael spat out.
That meant… it meant he truly wanted to feel my throat around him. I could see he was jealous at the thought of Beelzebub getting to experience it first. The usually ugly emotion made me feel warm. It made Raphael feel more human. I was getting under his skin and stirring the lust inside him.
“Sir…” I moaned from between his legs.
“So eager,” Beelzebub teased. “Let’s waste no time then. Ah, the things I do for you.”
With a burst of power, he got rid of the pointed claw tips on his hand, leaving short black fingernails.
Two blackened fingers were unceremoniously shoved into my mouth. The demon kneeled behind me, which meant whatever he did was perfectly on display for Raphael. There was no way to hide.
“Suck.”
I followed the order.
“Lick.”
I twirled my tongue around the digits.
“Now, take it. Take what I’m giving you.”
I tried, I really did, but Beelzebub’s fingers pressing in triggered my gag reflex. I pulled off them, coughing.
“Again,” Beelzebub demanded once I had it under control. “Relax your throat and push through that reflex.”
The fingers invaded me again and again until I could just take it. The feeling of my throat spasming stopped being so novel and I could work around it. Most of the time. For a short while. I gagged again and this time Beelzebub didn’t let me pull back, forcing me to work through it. A line of spit slid down my chin.
“You are doing so well,” Raphael praised from where he watched me like a hawk, his expression complicated. “Tap me on my thigh if you need to stop,” he reminded me. That was apparently what he needed to let hunger overcome him and to let himself enjoy the spectacle in front of him fully. “Just a little more, baby. Let Beelzebub train your throat for me.”
On the next try, I took the long fingers fully in and let them stay for five seconds. The effort of it made me dizzy. Mastering my body and mind’s natural reactions and squashing them, pushing them to the background, wasn’t easy. But I could do it. I had to do it. I would do it.
With renewed determination I set out to prove I could be a good hole to fuck.
Beelzebub was a harsh taskmaster and wasn’t satisfied until I could take it not only with a slow, steady press in, but with a faster in and out motion as well. I found out clenching my hand until fingernails bit into my skin provided me with a counterpoint to the overwhelming sensations and let me relax my throat a fraction more that was needed to get Beelzebub’s seal of approval.
“I deem thee ready. Go get that dick,” Beelzebub said as he took his fingers away.
“Well done, sweetheart. You are such a polite, good boy,” the way Raphael said the word polite made me twist around to catch Beelzebub’s blackened hand.
“Thank you,” I said wholeheartedly, pressing a kiss to it.
Beelzebub froze. Did the tender gesture offend him?
“Put that mouth to better use, hmm?” the demon leered at me.
He snatched his hand away and pushed me towards Raphael’s waiting cock.
The way it didn’t flag much, even without direct stimulation, said a lot about how dirty I had to look during my training.
I took a deep breath in and squared against the intimidating erection.
My left hand helped me position it the way I wanted, and I started my reintroduction with a repeat of steps I learned earlier. Kiss, suck, touch. I used my tongue and lips to coax Raphael back to full hardness, and only then dared to try my luck.
I took his cock deeper than ever before.
It helped that I was in charge of the tempo now. Thanks to that, I managed to steadily sink down almost to the root before I had to pull away. The kiss of the cockhead against my throat was different from Beelzebub’s fingers. It was just more. Bigger, wider, a blunt shape exerting pressure on my tight passage. The fingers were just a tutorial and here was an advanced class. I seemed to have skipped the beginner’s one.
The next try found my throat squeezing around that cockhead as it pushed inside, preventing me from breathing.
But I was an angel. I could survive not breathing for a while. Especially when Raphael was calling me a good boy in that raspy voice brimming with arousal and Beelzebub was gloating what a nice whore I made.
As I did my best to welcome Raphael into my throat, I realized those statements, even if completely different, weren’t mutually exclusive. I could be a good boy and a whore.
I was a dirty cocksucker.
I was a darling.
I was a poster child for Lust and Gluttony.
I was a magnificent vision.
With a groan I swallowed Raphael’s cock, the thrum of it making Raphael snap his hips up to bury himself impossibly deeper.
“Sorry,” he panted out. “I will—“
I unclenched my right hand and set it on his hip, pulling.
“Look, he wants you to fuck his throat,” Beelzebub correctly interpreted.
“Fuck,” Raphael swore, looking at me with wide, lust filled eyes, but didn’t move.
Bored with waiting, Beelzebub huffed and tangled his hand in my hair.
“Do I have to do everything myself around here?”
He pushed me down, down, down, until there was no choice but to take it all. For the first time, my lips met the base of Raphael’s cock. Instead of letting me stay there, Beelzebub pulled me back by my hair harshly, pinpricks of fresh pain setting off around my scalp at the treatment, and set a rhythm of violently fucking my face.
Raphael and I had to hold on for dear life as Beelzebub gave us no mercy.
I could think of nothing else but the cock splitting me wide, while Raphael thrashed under me, his head thrown back in ecstasy, moans spilling from his throat. They would spill from mine as well, my body thrumming with the bliss of being used so thoroughly, but with my mouth constantly filled, Beelzebub barely allowing me to take a quick breath before I was harshly pulled down again, my groans were muffled.
“You are nearly there, aren’t you, angel?” I nodded in confirmation before I realized he was speaking to Raphael. “Ready to spill? Fill this pretty mouth with cum? See how it looks on that pink tongue?”
Beelzebub’s hold on my hair tightened into a vice when I was half-way up, suddenly destroying the rhythm. Raphael’s hips flew off the bed, the Archangel pushing into me instead of just letting me and Beelzebub do the work, too lost in sensation to stop.
He was truly fucking my throat now, his motions uncontrolled, raw, wild like I had never seen him before.
My body shook in anticipation of the reward for making him like this.
“Darling… ah… so good…” Raphael groaned and spilled in my mouth.
The hot cum spread in my mouth, coating my tongue, as Beelzebub pulled me far enough to let me taste everything. I gulped down what I could, relishing the taste of saltiness and accomplishment.
It sat warm in my belly.
“So fucking pretty,” Beelzebub growled, and I found myself spread on the floor, looking up at the demon as he pulled his hard cock out, stripping it fast. He thrust his black boot against my cock, the painful pressure making my spine arch. I should think how humiliating such treatment was, but all I could focus on was rubbing against the sole. With a whimper I came under that boot, my body shaking with the wave of bliss as it crested even higher when Beelzebub added to the mess on my stomach, his cum falling in streaks of white against my torso, my neck, the warm jizz sliding down the valleys of my body.
As if in a trance, I slid a finger through the wetness and brought it to my lips, moaning at the taste.
Beelzebub laughed.
“See? I told you our angel would get addicted to cum.”