Chapter 12
Tirael
The wedding venue was truly wonderful. The middle of the island Michael and Lucifer graciously let the grooms use was decorated with verdant colorful flowers and beautiful fairy lights adding to the enchanting atmosphere. What was even more magical, was hundreds of angels and demons mixing together as if it was a normal, everyday thing. I have never been among so many people from our opposing sides just mingling. Most I have seen previously was at the bachelor party, or the times I visited Steel Velvet – though I always kept those visits short, scurrying through the club to fetch Nathaniel, or Kreshadon, or some other guest when they were needed while I tried not to look too closely at what was happening around me. Thinking of Steel Velvet made me reminiscent of the recent night of depravity. I shook my head to clear my mind.
Anyway, the wedding.
The scenes I saw in front of me now were the proof of the Embassy, our efforts to bring peace and prosperity, actually working. We were making a difference! Of course, it helped that Michael and Lucifer got together and buried the hatchet but, even before that unexpected situation, we have been making progress. Now, with the open approval of the rulers of Hell and Heaven, who wanted both sides to work together, the Embassy’s job was so much easier.
Of course, the strife between angels and demons was still alive, as the conflicts often were not only political but also personal. Humans and their prevalent wars had nothing on the thousand years of old grudges demons and angels held against each other. But those who wanted to talk and laugh and dance with the other side could do it today, here and now.
Well, some demons wanted to do more than that as well.
I stiffened when a hand squeezed my behind, but I didn’t jump like I did the first time Beelzebub surprised me like this. After being touched by him so many times today (so many, I was going crazy) I learned to expect it. As the evening progressed, I admit I started to crave the attention. The fact Beelzebub was wasting his time on teasing me when he could have stayed with any of the rambunctious groups and have fun with people who weren’t too shy to dance, and tell jokes, and drink. It made me feel in some kind of way, the warmth in my chest an almost alien feeling I refused to properly examine. Still, I enjoyed every moment Beelzebub returned to bother me with his kisses and little touches which drove me up the wall. And when he wasn’t wrapped around me I watched him quietly, trying to understand the enigmatic creature that was Beelzebub.
It was fascinating to see how such a dangerous person, who didn’t bother to hide his claws, could be so good at gathering information. Beelzebub had animal magnetism that made him fascinating and enchanting. Enjoying being in his presence was a bit like enjoying watching a horror movie; the spike of fear he could invoke, his words just waiting to spring like a trap around the protagonist, heart beating fast in anticipation… It was like the moment the music changed, and you knew bad things were going to happen but you still held your breath because you wanted to see the exact shape the cruelty would take. Yeah, dealing with Beelzebub felt like that. Especially when he reached for me from the darkness, a hand over my mouth to silence my scream, and dragged me away to a secluded dark corner between two large stones. That memory lived rent free in my mind.
Now that insistent blackened hand was sneaking under my clothes.
“I have a little gift for you. Are you ready for it?” Beelzebub’s voice shivered down my spine.
“Yes,” I said without a thought.
Ready? I was ready hours ago. Ready to be touched. Yes, yes, yes, my mind chanted.
“So eager. Maybe I should wait until tomorrow… Hah! Your face! Alright, don’t look at me like that. I promise; after I give you your gift, I will tell you how to earn what you want.”
I felt like I wanted many things at this moment, but being granted even one of those sounded like a blessing, so I nodded. Then nuzzled into the demon’s hand.
He let me do that, his expression amused, before he broke the tender moment by pulling me harshly towards a table-like surface carved into the stone.
“This place looks like a perfect spot for a sacrifice, don’t you think?” The archdemon asked cheerfully.
My back hit the cold stone, and I hissed. Beelzebub started taking off my pants but let them pull around my ankles, too impatient with taking off my boots.
“I need to prepare your tight little hole, but I don’t think you’re gonna like my claws up there… not yet anyway… so make yourself useful, angel.”
I took the professed small bottle of lube with no complaint. Concentrating on my new task allowed me to slow down my mind, which was racing with ideas. Is he going to give me what I want, is he going to hurt me… I regretted not warming the lube properly as I spread it around my hole. A hiss left me at the cold feeling, but I didn’t want to make Beelzebub wait, so I prepared myself as fast as possible, pointedly avoiding my prostate. One finger sank in easily, while the second one provided a stretch, my soft insides relaxing slowly as I fingered myself, little huffs of air escaping my mouth. I tried to put the third finger in, but a blackened hand stopped me.
“That’s enough,” Beelzebub growled.
It’s definitely not enough, I thought deliriously, the image of Beelzebub stripping his cock over me flashing in my mind.
I saw how he looked back then. His cock… it wasn’t only large, it was monstrous. Full of ridges and with a bulge at the base that made my breath catch half in arousal, half in fear. In keeping with the corruption-like blackness spreading over his pale body his dick was dark as well and the bulging red veins made it look like cracking lava. It was a self-defilement I had never seen among angels: even if we changed our shape through the centuries, we kept strictly to standards of a human body. But demons weren’t worried about pushing past taboos. That’s how Hell got those with red skin or scales or a tail or eyes that glowed in the dark. Such alien looks were intimidating and fascinating in equal measures, especially when the product of Beelzebub’s wild imagination was going to end up deep in my body.
My point was; using only two fingers for such a short time guaranteed it was going to hurt. I wasn’t certain if that was going to be the kind of hurt I liked, so I stiffened as Beelzebub leaned over me and captured my lips in a feral kiss. When he pulled back, he stayed hovering over me, his arms caging me in. He delighted in my trembling, his tongue peaking out for a moment as if he could taste my fear. It felt like a static between us; the air charged with the electricity of my visceral reaction.
“I can see you thinking about my dick. How I could carve space for myself in your body with it… But you don’t deserve it yet. I’m going to give you something else. Spread your legs.”
I did, as much as I could with the pants still tangled around my ankles, then felt a pressure at my hole. I gasped, my back pushing to an arc as unfeeling plastic filled me and pressed right into my prostate, sending sparks through my body.
A dildo. He pushed a thin silicone fake cock into me.
Beelzebub patted my thigh like one would an animal.
“Now gettup! Pull up those pants, angel.”
What? He wasn’t even going to fuck me with it? I tried to muffle my groan of despair as I dressed myself properly, my underwear and pants pressing against my half-hard cock and the flared base of the dildo, the stimulation from both sides constant and only made worse when I moved.
When Beelzebub looked as if he was going to just leave me there I grasped onto the memory of what he told me.
“You said you were going to tell me how I can earn what I want,” I entreated, a blossom of hope unfurling in my chest.
The smile Beelzebub gave me made me afraid to learn the answer.
“There’s only one way I’m going to replace that dildo in your tight hole with my dick: Raphael has to be the one to take it out. Good luck!”
He left me utterly stupefied and incredibly horny.
There was no way I was going to bother Raphael with this!
So I thought before I learned the dildo vibrated.
Raphael
There was a good reason why I usually frequented lewd establishments on Earth. Simply put: I was one of the oldest angels in existence, thousands of thousands of years old. I have seen and done almost everything… and almost everyone. At least when it came to Heaven. Those who had not fallen under my charms were committed to their own relationships, uninterested in the world of sexual pleasure as a whole, or simply not interested in me. Or I wasn’t interested in them, though I truly wasn’t picky.
At the same time, I didn’t like to put too much effort into my conquests. Why should I bother when I had a face and body carefully made for modern standards of beauty? I could just go down to Earth, a different city each week, and pick up random strangers out of the millions of humans populating the Little Blue Dot. It was simple and easy. I liked it that way, going straight to the main meal of heat and pleasure and friction, instead of having to do the dance of small talk and other unnecessary trifles. Sure, flirting could be fun for an hour, then it just became bothersome.
“Who are you eyeing tonight?” one of my demon associates asked me brazenly when we were mingling, drinks in our hands. I frowned, watching my reflection in the red liquid. Truthfully, I didn’t have my eye on anyone. “That black-haired one? If so, a good eye. Slender, beautiful, breedable…”
“Excuse me, I have to go,” I cut the conversation and stormed off.
No, I wasn’t looking at Tirael. That man was mistaken. I planned to stay true to my convictions. History proved time and time again that relaxing the reins of my one-night-stand-only rule always ended up in a disaster. No matter the short-term benefits of being able to sidle up to someone, say ‘one more?’, and get a hookup. No, I was not interested.
Instead of thinking about Tirael, I occupied myself with other matters. I let my legs take me to the wooden dancefloor stage when one of the wildly fluctuating styles of music took my fancy. I talked about literature with like-minded individuals. I had to cure a mild poisoning because the idiot who ate one of the non-edible fruits straight from a tree was too inebriated to remember that he could use his own power to heal his ailment. Apparently, one day off when I didn’t have to work as a healer and worry about self-destructive angels or demons was asking too much.
Steadfastly, I tried not to pay attention to Tirael as he fluttered about. Most of the time he hid away, either too shy or antisocial to partake in the boisterous atmosphere, but I couldn’t help but notice how each time I saw him, he was a bit more disheveled. That was fine. Completely fine. It was not my place to have any feelings about the fact that Tirael has been getting lucky at this wonderful wedding while I had an admittedly self-imposed dry spell to contend with. The hickey on the angel’s neck was not my business.
With that mantra in my mind, I went about my day, but when Tirael appeared with another sign of a passionate affair, this time a ring of bruising around his wrist, I couldn’t help but wonder. Did the shy little innocent angel I had writhing under me three weeks ago really just hook up with two people in a matter of hours? That seemed excessive. Not that I knew him very well, but the first impression I got when me and Beelzebub took care of the virginal boy between us didn’t mesh with this wanton behavior.
When the situation repeated and I spotted Tirael with a new set of claw marks on his arm, I went through the motions of pretending to enjoy the party, but my eyes didn’t leave that baffling angel the entire time. I observed him closely, and thanks to that, I discovered it wasn’t multiple partners teasing Tirael with their touches, giving him pleasure and their attention. No, it was one demon.
From the cover of bushes I watched as Beelzebub pressed the angel against a tree and shoved two blackened fingers into Tirael’s mouth, fucking it until the plush lips were pink and slick with saliva. The demon pressed close, no doubt murmuring wicked things into the angel’s ear. I couldn’t quite hear what he was whispering, but I was pretty sure he was recounting the moment when Tirael’s lips were around my own cock as Beelzebub taught him how to deepthroat.
I swallowed and clenched my hands. A sharp turn on my heel and I was out of there. So what if those two got together? Good for them! But was it? Was the little angel safe without my interference? Did he really know what he was getting into with that demon? Did he really prefer him over me? Did it mean Beelzebub won our bet after all?
The island wasn’t big, but it felt no matter where I turned I saw Tirael. Once, Beelzebub caught me staring when they both were talking to the grooms and the demon moved a proprietary hand to Tirael’s perky behind. From the toothy smile he shoot me I was half convinced he orchestrated some of the scenes where I caught them in the act.
But the moment that made my blood boil was when I found Tirael alone.
He was curled in on himself and for a moment I worried he was in pain. Then I noticed how his thighs were rubbing together, the shape of his erection visible under the tight material of his pants. He was holding his arms crossed, fingers digging into skin as if he had to hold onto something, anything, to stop himself from reaching between his legs. His lower lip looked nearly bloodless with how hard he was biting it. Was he trying to stop his moans from escaping? I stepped a little closer and strained my ears to hear the faint sounds over the music filling the whole island.
Yes. That was a whimper. And a choked off moan. But nobody was touching him, so why…
Another step closer and I could hear the faint buzzing.
A fallen branch cracked under my feet and those desperate eyes found mine immediately.
“Raphael.”
My name spoken in such a tone of wretched lust spellbound me to my spot until it was too late to escape this situation; Tirael reached, twisted his fingers into my clothes, scrambled up to me, burying his face into my chest.
He was talking. Babbling.
“It’s so much, ah, please, Raphael, please, can you? Nnngh, I need… please…”
His hips rutted against my leg once, twice, like an animal in heat who couldn’t help it, before he pulled them away, trembling with the effort of it.
Judging by the shape in his pants, it had to hurt.
“Why… don’t you take care of it yourself?” I asked, feeling like even asking the question was getting involved too much. But those desperate whimpers… I couldn’t just ignore them.
“I can’t!” Tirael said, frustration bleeding into his voice. “I’m not allowed. Not without you…”
My face darkened. So that was Beelzebub’s game.
I caught Tirael’s face under his chin and made him look me in the eye.
“You’re not allowed to come without me touching your cock? That won’t happen. You know my policy. No repeats. You should tell Beelzebub to stop this game.”
“No, nggh, that’s not…” Tirael groaned miserably. He took a stumbling step back. “Let me just show you…”
Before I could say anything he turned around and dropped on all fours, hands shoving his pants and underwear down until I could see… a gem between his legs?
Fuck. That gem vibrated. It was a base of a dildo.
“Beelzebub said he will give me what I want, but you… ah… you need to b-be the one to pull this blasted dildo out. Please, Raphael, please, you don’t have to fuck me, just please, take it out, please—”
Tirael’s voice descended into nearly incoherent begging.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I witnessed the angel presenting himself, ass up in the air for me, all shame stripped from Tirael thanks to the never-ending attack of unrelenting pleasure.
Surely, it was my duty as a healer to help…
Right?
That gem was mesmerizing.
I crouched down to touch it.
The red gem turned green.
I snatched my hand away, but the effect already took place. Tirael’s moans gained a new edge as the buzzing changed frequency. Instead of one continuous sound it emanated long pulses, each deep buzz making Tirael shake and cry out.
Closing my eyes, I cursed Beelzebub in every language I knew. He had to have spelled this toy to react to my angelic power and my power only, and with that he was drawing me into what was happening here. I was already involved.
Just take it out and go, I told myself.
My fingers closed around the bejeweled base and pulled it slowly out. I was unable to tune out the plethora of delicious sounds it brought out of Tirael. When the toy was out, the angel’s hole was left gaping. Ready. Prepared. You could just slide in and—
“Thanks, you can go now,” Beelzebub said, sidling up to the trembling form of his lover.
I whipped my head up to stare at him.
How dare he just dismiss me like that!
“Unless you are about to break your own rules, get the fuck away,” Beelzebub repeated coldly.
I stood up and went right up in his face.
“Do not speak to me like this, you manipulative, scheming—”
“You may think your conviction to stick only to one-night-stands is a proof of strength, but I know it’s your desperate attempt to hide how much of a failure you are,” Beelzebub mocked.
I had the demon by the lapels, ready to do something inadvisable to scrub that smirk off his face, when a plaintive whisper reached my ears.
“Please… You promised… Beelzebub, you, ah, promised me what I wanted if I did… if Raphael did… What I want is you. Both of you. Make it happen!”
Here Tirael was, mad with lust, and he still made demands of Beelzebub. Of both of us, really. He was a fascinating creature.
Beelzebub’s blackened hand covered mine.
“I’m going to fuck him tonight, whatever you are here or not. Do you really want to miss it?” the demon’s breath ghosted over my sensitive ear as he whispered, making a shiver go down my spine.
No. I didn’t want to miss it.
From the moment I saw Beelzebub’s monstrous cock I knew I wanted to see how those ridges looked when they were forced one by one into a tight hole. Into Tirael’s hole.
The angel was at our feet, his watery eyes looking up at us hopefully, expectantly, trustingly.
I gave into the temptation.