Chapter 13
Tirael
“Sweetheart, you have been through quite an ordeal today. Beelzebub has been so cruel to you,” Raphael said as he dropped to his knees next to me. “Let me make it better.”
“Yes, yes, please, sir,” I babbled, pushing my face into his hand like a touch-starved puppy, all of my inhibitions gone.
Some part of me couldn’t believe it, that I asked, demanded even, and got exactly what I wanted. It seemed impossible just yesterday, that Raphael would deign to look at me again. Yet Beelzebub once again proved why he was Lucifer’s left hand, the man in the shadows, a master of manipulation and espionage. He had played us all, hadn’t he?
I loved it.
“There’s a nice place not so far from here,” Beelzebub said casually. “Why don’t we take this delicious dalliance there?” He picked the dildo from the forest floor and destroyed it with a flare of his power. “You won’t need it anymore now that I can give you the real thing. Let’s go.”
I tried to get up and only then I remembered my pants were still around my tights. Raphael’s hands helped me pull the fabric up, but he didn’t bother with caging my cock with fabric. He took me in a princess carry and made sure my shirt covered my indecency. I clung to the other angel, using the brief respite to clear my head. With the way I had been constantly stimulated for so long, my body missed the constant thrum, but I knew what was coming was going to be even more addictive.
Unsurprisingly, the place Beelzebub led us to was the ‘sacrificial stone’ platform. Raphael snorted at the sight but took a seat on the edge, shifted me until I was straddling his thighs, and helped me undress. Beelzebub followed his cue. You would think someone as proud as the Lord of the Flies would find kneeling in front of me demeaning, but Beelzebub looked like he was in charge even when he lowered himself down to take care of my shoes while Raphael pulled my pants and underwear down.
They didn’t stop until I was undressed completely, no shred of fabric on me, nothing stopping their hungry gazes from roaming over my body. I shivered at the intensity of their stares.
“You have been patient for so long. Such a good boy. Do you want to take Beelzebub’s cock?”
“Yes, I’m ready,” I responded eagerly.
“Hmm, are you?” Raphael laughed with an indulgent smile. “I don’t think so. That dildo had nothing on Beelzebub. Let me help you a little, sweetheart. Before you take his cock, I want to see you come on my fingers. How does that sound?”
“Wonderful.”
With that invitation, Raphael wasted no time getting his fingers into my sloppy, still gaping hole. The bottle of lube made an appearance again, slicking the way for his questing digits as they filled the aching emptiness inside me. When I felt the pressure against my sweet spot once more, it was like the fire inside my body reignited, flaring even brighter than before. It seemed I didn’t manage to quench the fires in the lull before the storm. The explosive reaction inside me was only paused and now it was reigniting, the feeling pushing me towards incoherence with astonishing speed.
My cock jumped, a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip and sliding down, an omen of what was to come. But today I had permission from one of my doms. I could do it. Just let myself go.
Moans and cries spilled from my lips freely, in a tide that couldn’t be stopped. Not anymore, not when I was so close.
“Just a little more, oh, yes, like this, yes, please,” I called to both of my lovers and was rewarded with Beelzebub’s cold, unfeeling golden hand pressing against my overheated body, the contrast making it seem as if my skin burned everywhere he touched.
Meanwhile, Raphael’s fingers delved into me unrelentingly. At some point I realized I was stuffed with four fingers. I expected more pain, but all I could feel was fullness eclipsing everything. And pressure, so much pressure. It was everywhere. They were everywhere. Inside me, my body, my mind, my dreams. Cries echoed through the island as I painted Raphael’s suit white with my cum.
“What a dirty boy,” Beelzebub purred. But this wasn’t his scary voice. It was his pleased voice. “Clean it up.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and maneuvered me until my face was pressed to where I had dirtied Raphael. Obediently, I pushed my tongue out and swiped at the still-warm streaks of my own essence, eating it all, doing away with the proof of my sins.
This act of service merged seamlessly with the post-orgasmic haze until I was floating just a bit in that place I managed to reach for the first time three weeks ago and that I missed instantly when that first night was over. I wanted to feel it again and now I could. They let me bask in this feeling, not hurrying me along, as I nuzzled into the soft fabric and turned the strokes of my tongue into kitten licks to prolong the experience, making it last just a minute longer. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but at some point I couldn’t pretend anymore that there was anything left to clean. But by then, I felt the edges of the world encroaching on me again, and I let myself be lifted from the floaty sensation and tethered to the earth once more by my doms’ words and touches.
“Wonderful, you’re so beautiful,” Raphael provided me with a constant stream of praise. “Are you ready for more?”
“That’s easy to check. Pull your fingers out, angel.”
Oh, he was still inside me, even after I came, I thought.
Raphael dragged his fingers out.
“So empty,” I whimpered.
Beelzebub laughed at my neediness.
“Oh, you are really panting for it. Raphael, I think that position isn’t half bad. Keep him in place for me.”
“Can I see it first?” I asked before I could stop myself when I heard the telltale sound of a zipper. I knew that from this position, with Beelzebub at my back, I wouldn’t be able to see the cock sliding in and out or explore the details with my eyes.
“Curious, aren’t we? Sure, have a good look at what’s going to destroy you tonight.” Unceremoniously, he planted one of his legs up on the stone slab next to us. Both of our gazes zeroed in on the unique erection.
“Go on, you can touch,” Beelzebub said, looking extremely pleased with himself. “You too, Raphael.”
My eyes widened, and I darted a quick glance at the Archangel. His chiseled cheeks flushed pink at the challenge, but he was the first of the two of us to actually reach out and trail his fingers over the bumps and ridges. I followed quickly after, emboldened by his action, and our two hands explored every blackened surface, tracing the red cracks that seemed to glow with their own light, squeezing at the bulbous base until Beelzebub hissed.
Raphael tangled our fingers together and moved our joint hands up and down. I watched with a mix of horror and fascination as the cock before us grew even bigger.
“That’s enough,” Beelzebub growled. “It’s time to test if you can take me.” Beelzebub stepped behind me. “Have you ever been fucked before? By a real cock, not a toy?” Beelzebub asked.
Didn’t he already know the answer to that question? My inexperience at the previous encounter spoke for itself…
“Tell me,” the demon pressed.
“No, I have never…”
“Never what?”
“Never been f-fucked before,” I stuttered out.
“You’re quite brave, or maybe stupid, to make this your first rodeo. But I’ll give you that your first time will be something you will never forget.”
With that, he started pressing in. I clung to Raphael’s shoulders, a gasp on my lips. The angel’s hands rested on my hips, stroking soothing circles into my skin as the first part of that strange erection pressed inside. The head didn’t have the mushroom-like shape of a human penis; instead, it resembled more of a canine shape with a pointed tip. The first few inches sank into me quite easily, seeing as I was stretched by four fingers, but the erection got wider as it went down. The true test began when my tight ring met the first ridge. I could feel it in the way Beelzebub slowed to press against the resistance, how he pushed until the tight muscle had no other option but to let the intrusion in. The protrusion popped in, letting a few agonizingly good quarters of inches press inside before another ridge stood in the way.
“Can you guess how many ridges there are?” Beelzebub asked me after he stopped his movements.
I didn’t have to guess. When I had my hand intertwined with Raphael’s and we moved up and down, up and down, I counted them all.
“Five.”
“And you have taken only one so far. You know, it’s a bit like a difficulty level in a game. The first one was easy mode, the second one is a bit harder, but just a bit. I’m sure you can take it.”
Beelzebub pulled his hips back to the first ridge and then slammed inside. I cried out as the second ridge forced its way into my ass. No tender, slow pace, just an overwhelming push that didn’t take no for an answer. One second and it was done. Beelzebub settled himself in to the next ridge.
“This next one is a moderate difficulty level. It takes some work.”
“Then it’s fortunate our Tirael excels at hard work,” Raphael said.
“Ha, indeed. Then work for it, bitch.”
He tried to push the third ridge inside. The resistance was higher now, but Raphael was right; I did excel at working hard. And sometimes that meant forcing my body to do what I wanted it to do. Mastering myself was an important skill because it often felt like the only thing I had control over. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, to loosen the tightening of muscles, to become more pliable.
Beelzebub sank further into me with a low groan. It worked. I did it. It left me panting, overwhelmed. But I did it!
“Now, this is where the fun begins.” Beelzebub inched himself in until the next ridge, and even that took some force, as the shaft flared wider between the fleshy rings.
We were taking it gradually, but this slow pace felt fast for my virgin self, my untouched body. When Beelzebub tried to feed me the rest of his cock, I laid my head on Raphael’s shoulder, panting, shivering with the incredible, yet so alien feeling of being split open. The ridge refused to go in, so I shifted a bit, tilting my hips, trying to change the position as much as I was able, but all it did was press one of the ridges already inside me into my sweet spot. My vision whited out for a second, the direct stimulation to that place making the oversensitivity after having already orgasmed once flare, leaving me trembling.
“That’s the place. Raphael, hold him down.”
Of course, Beelzebub noticed my reaction and used it against me. The next few minutes were spent in a delirium of echoing cries and zaps of bliss shooting through my body, setting me on fire from inside. Somewhere in the middle of all that overwhelming pleasure, the fourth ridge made it inside me.
Beelzebub hummed a winning tune from a game.
“Victory! You’re leveling up well, newbie. But you still have the very hard mode to go through. Are you ready for that? No, of course you are not ready. It’s too much to be ready for. But you’re still going to take it, right? The final boss?”
I wasn’t sure I could; it may be past my limits to do so. But I had conviction that Beelzebub was going to push me past any limits.
“Do it,” I said, then muffled the scream trying to escape my throat by biting into Raphael’s shoulder. The angel shushed me as Beelzebub took nearly his entire length out, all the ridges catching on my rim, pulling at it, stimulating me even better than before. He slammed inside again, fucking me properly. He had no mercy. The four ridges massaged me from inside, making broken moans that sounded more like gasps for air escape me as Beelzebub showed me what his monster of a cock could do.
Was that how anal sex felt every time? Or was Beelzebub just special? It felt like touching a live wire; the electricity of the act so potent it threatened to kill me. My hips danced, trying to get away, no, get closer to the unforgiving thrusts. My cock pressed into the bulge in Raphael’s pants, the tip smearing pre-cum over the white of his shirt where it was already dirtied by my previous orgasm. The angel under me hissed as my writhing stimulated his trapped cock. By not being able to keep my hips still I created a chain reaction between our three bodies. It was too much, it was all too much. I shouldn’t be so close to coming again, but I found myself standing at the cliff, not knowing if they would catch me if I fell.
“Can I?” I gasped out. “Can I, please? Aaa… ah…! Can I come?”
Beelzebub’s hot breath ghosted over my ear, his breathing ragged. It was gratifying to see how I was affecting him.
“Do it, you dirty little slut,” he said, and that was all the permission I needed.
My spine bowed into an arc as I threw my head back. I let myself fall apart between the two men holding me with bruising strength.
“Fuck, so pretty,” Raphael swore, his hands pressing into my hips as he pushed me down onto Beelzebub while I came.
After I finished, I felt like I had nothing else to give. I collapsed into Raphael’s arms, my breath catching. I tried to make my lungs work properly as the world spun around me.
This is nice, this is good, so good. If this is how it feels like to have penetrative sex, I want to experience it again and again, was the thought that passed through my fuzzy mind.
“Do you think we are done, little mouse?” Beelzebub asked, his voice amused.
I stiffened. What did he mean? Fuck, I realized, he was still hard inside me. I did want to experience this again, but I didn’t mean right now!
“You see, little pet, the ridges went up to the very hard mode. But some games have an even harder mode.” His black hand slid up my throat to squeeze threateningly on the pale column. “A nightmare mode.”
Then I felt it. Something big threatening to press into me. A knot. Fuck. I forgot. He had a knot. That couldn’t possibly fit into me. I didn’t have enough space in my body to take that, right? Though I had that exact thought about his cock and he had proved me wrong… Maybe I could take it. The question was, would it break my mind to do so?
Nightmare mode.
I turned my head and stared behind me in fear.
“You don’t have to,” Raphael soothed me immediately.
Apparently, he still didn’t realize that I was a bit fucked up because the fear I experienced only made everything better for me. It pushed me to be reckless, to experience new things even if they hurt. There was no space for thinking when an animalistic fear has been awakened inside of me. I could only react, fight or flight. There was certain freedom in that. But Beelzebub offered something even better: the grin on his face told me, even if you run, I’m going to catch you.
Words failed me, but I nodded, knowing my partners would see the gesture.
“You want to try?” Raphael asked.
His lips were pressed into a thin line, brows drawn together. After a second, his frown morphed into a look of determination. “Fine. But I don’t trust this position, Beelzebub. I need an option to control what’s happening to make sure Tirael doesn’t get hurt.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beelzebub opening his mouth to protest, but Raphael cut him off. “This is non-negotiable.”
“Fine, have it your way,” Beelzebub huffed
I muffled a whimper by biting my hand when his cock slid out of me completely. The angel and demon communicated wordlessly and switched their positions. My body was mostly uncooperative, just a rag doll for them to position as they wanted. By the time they were done I found myself straddling Beelzebub. Now I could see his cock. Big, swollen, slick. With red vein-like cracks pulsing with light.
Raphael wanted more control over the scene and was granted his wish. The sun-kissed skin of his fingers looked pale against the darkness of Beelzebub’s cock when the Archangel’s hand closed around it and positioned the pointed tip at my entrance. With Raphael’s other hand supporting me and slowing my descent, I sank down, my hole swallowing my prize inch by inch, ridge by ridge, until only the knot remained. Truthfully, it wasn’t that much bigger than the ridges; it just had more height to it, a more bulbous shape. But if I remembered correctly how it worked with Earth’s animal species… the knot would not stay that size. It was going to plump up, grow, plug me. The most terrifying part was the inevitable possibility of being tied together. I was going to be unable to run, to escape, to separate myself from Beelzebub.
Why did I yearn for it? For this ultimate act of togetherness?
Maybe being tied so closely we couldn’t be separated would quieten the loneliness in my soul.
But first, I needed to take that knot inside me.
Raphael
I had to admit; the view was glorious. Everything I had imagined and more. Beelzebub’s monstrous cock was stretching Tirael obscenely as I lowered him slowly down. The pace wasn’t only for Tirael’s comfort, but for my pleasure as well. Each of the ridges popping in sent a thrilling sensation down my spine. I loved I could observe the reactions of both of my lovers as it wasn’t only Tirael who was affected. Beelzebub’s healthy hand clenched at the edge of the stone slab, threatening to break the hard surface with the force he was using. His mouth opened on a shuddering exhale as our angel’s tight hole enveloped him like a glove, squeezing, causing sensations I couldn’t even imagine. Surely they had to be different from what I experienced with my normal cock. Did Beelzebub change it not only for the devilish aesthetics, but for heightened sensitivity as well? The knotting surely had to be a nice bonus, even if I couldn’t imagine many of his partners could take his knot as it took a lot of work to allow it in. And I was here to make it possible today.
My gaze fell onto that bulge as I wondered about how to proceed. The vigorous fucking meant Tirael was already opened as much as possible by just a cock. I pulled him up, pushing at his thighs, helping him until only the first ridge kept the big cock inside.
“Take hold of his thighs,” I commanded Beelzebub, who was strong enough to hold Tirael up even with his fake golden hand.
With my own hands freed, I inserted a finger alongside Beelzebub’s erection. It went in without a problem, but that was only because the tip of his cock was much smaller than the base. Then I gestured to Beelzebub to lower Tirael, making sure we weren’t being too hasty. Together we fed the fat length in alongside my finger, which provided the additional stretch.
A second finger helped me get past the third ridge, but I had to take it out when we got to the fourth. It was a tight squeeze, pulling the protesting ring over the resistance, but with a lot of patience we defeated the last ridge, and only the knot remained. But even with the added stretch of my finger, it wasn’t quite enough and, after minutes of preparation, I grew frustrated.
“If you keep fondling my cock like that, you’re going to make me nut before I go in,” Beelzebub said through clenched teeth.
“Maybe we should just forgo doing this…” I offered hesitantly, but twin protests stopped me.
“No! I want it! Wasn’t I a good boy? Please?”
Fuck, how could I say no to Tirael when he turned those big puppy dog eyes on me?
“No,” Beelzebub growled at the same time, using his left hand to pull me up over Tirael’s shoulder by my hair. “You may delude yourself that you’re being kind by taking it nice and slow, but the inescapable truth is: this knot needs force to go in. The hole needs to be made to take it. Saying ‘pretty please’ to my knot won’t be enough. I need to fuck it into him,” Beelzebub said firmly.
Our faces were so close my mind bluescreened for a moment, focusing on those black and white skull lips instead of the problem at hand.
This really wasn’t a good time to realize I wanted to kiss Beelzebub.
Telling myself I was doing it only for Tirael was a much safer option, but now I had to admit it was a lie. I mourned the simple existence I had before my realization. And that wasn’t the only front I had to admit defeat on. Simply put, my way wasn’t working.
“How are you going to do it?” I asked, letting Beelzebub take the reins back. His hand tightened in my hair for a moment before he let me go.
“I will do it how it’s supposed to be done. With as much force as necessary, like an animal asserting its dominance. Tirael, do you want to become a pretty sacrificial prey for me?”
Tirael nodded, but Beelzebub wasn’t satisfied with just that.
“Yes, master! I want it!” Tirael replied after the sound of his ass being slapped echoed through the forest. At another slap he scrambled off the demon’s cock and crawled onto the cold stone, folding in what I knew was called a mating press.
Beelzebub wasted no time. With a little growl, he positioned himself behind Tirael, his bigger body covering the smaller angel as he sank in with one long thrust, immediately fucking Tirael with force. I had to scramble to help the angel stay in place because the force of Beelzebub’s thrusts pushed him forward, making him slide on the smooth stone as his cries rose to the heavens.
This was the most violent coupling I had ever seen. Beelzebub made the thrusts deep, so deep Tirael could probably feel them in his throat. The frenzied assault culminated when tears fell over flushed cheeks, marking Tirael’s blissed out face as he took it all, took the knot. I could see when it entered in the way Tirael’s eyes widened and his cries cut off, the sensation so overwhelming he couldn’t even speak nor even make mindless noises. The beautiful black eyes looked glazed and serene as Beelzebub buried himself in completely and tied with Tirael.
“Yeah, that’s it. You’re my bitch now. So pretty,” Beelzebub uttered, spilling filth into the air around us. “Take my seed, take it all. Can you feel how it’s filling you up?”
Tirael’s head lolled in a nod. Could he really? Feel the hot cum spreading inside his body? I didn’t know. Maybe it was another difference between Beelzebub’s diabolical cock and a regular one. Or maybe there was so much of cum the feeling was impossible to miss? Somehow, not being able to see or feel it myself made the experience even better. My imagination was in an overdrive. By Tirael’s reactions it had to feel glorious; a bit of pain and a lot of tears seemed worth it in the end.
I pressed my palm against my own straining cock. Would it be pathetic if I came just from seeing this, just from watching? I never thought voyeurism did much for me, but apparently I was very, very wrong. Those two together were breathtaking.
“How long do you have to stay like this?” I asked.
“Quite a while,” Beelzebub responded, pleased with himself. “About half an hour. Enough time to see to you as well, angel.”
“Oh,” I startled at the attention suddenly shifting to me. “It’s fine. I think Tirael is already out of it, aren’t you, baby?” Tirael made a fucked-out sound of agreement.
“I can try,” he said, his speech slurred.
“No need,” Beelzebub snorted. “Just enjoy hanging off my knot and don’t worry about anything. I can take care of Raphael.”
My eyes widened at the declaration. Brazenly, Beelzebub pulled Tirael up until he was sitting with his back to the demon’s chest. He made a come-hither gesture at me.
“Come here, I promise I won’t bite… too much.”
I gulped at the row of sharp teeth on display, but still shuffled closer. Beelzebub reenacted the scene when we were previously face to face, but this time he kissed me over Tirael’s shoulder. The kiss was possessive, charged, as if the cum Beelzebub was pumping into Tirael wasn’t enough of an outlet for his lust. The demon’s mouth muffled my cry as I felt his hand sneak between my legs. I scrambled to open up my pants to let him have better access.
His fingers made a circle over my cockhead, pressed into the slit, and gathered all the precum there before he started stroking me. I was so wet I didn’t even need lube. The truth was, I was so keyed up just the smallest of touches could send me over the edge.
I gasped and leaned my forehead on Tirael’s shoulder. The angel’s body was pressed between us and at this point, we were the only thing keeping him upright. It didn’t take much for Beelzebub to turn me into nearly as much of a mess as our younger lover. I was so, so close.
“Give it to me,” Beelzebub growled when he saw I tried to prolong the sensation. “I want you to lose control. I won’t have it any other way.”
What was I supposed to do? Not fuck his hand? Not let myself rut into it? Not fill the island with the sounds of my defilement? I let myself sink into lust until I spilled all over Beelzebub’s hand, who presented his dirty fingers to Tirael.
“Since you did nothing, you can at least clean up.”
Tirael did so eagerly, either because he was still too fucked out to be embarrassed or because he was past that line after he already cleaned the cum off me previously. He ate all of my semen with gusto, Beelzebub’s hand was shining with spit by the time he was done. The act seemed to have drained all the remaining energy from the angel as his eyelids started to droop. Amazingly, a few minutes later, he fell asleep on the knot. Beelzebub and I chuckled quietly, making sure not to wake up our charge. We still had at least fifteen minutes to go and I wasn’t going to just leave Tirael like that so I stayed. In the setting darkness we talked quietly, and in this most bizarre of ways, I got to know Beelzebub a bit better. Small details, like his fierce love of sour gummies, made him more… well, not more human, but somehow more real. The demon hid behind the mask he created for himself, a mask he could never take off as it was a permanent part of his body, but I felt like I was given a precious peak at what laid underneath. And to my astonishment, I found myself liking what I found.
Beelzebub isn’t so bad, I decided in the end.