Chapter 19
Tirael
Waiting another week for the next date, this one organized by Beelzebub, was pure torture. Different scenarios chased each other through my mind as I imagined what the promised ‘more’ entailed. When the day came, I arrived at the provided address quite early. Not wanting to look too eager I paced not far away from the modern building. When I spotted Raphael doing the same we shared an embarrassed smile.
“You too, huh? How about we just go for it and surprise Beelzebub?”
“It’s better than standing here,” I agreed.
The security of the building took our names, Raphael Deusericus and Tirael Tsukada, one of our human aliases, and directed us towards the elevator. We had to go to the very top floor.
“Of course he has a penthouse,” Raphael snorted.
“You have a seaside cabin in Ireland,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, you caught me there. It’s just… penthouses are so modern. I prefer a house or just a standard apartment over this. Having the entire floor to yourself, being separated like this, but still having to deal with a building full of neighbors, seems counterproductive to me.”
“Well, good evening to you too,” Beelzebub drawled. “Are you done slandering my taste?”
“Ah, sorry,” Raphael said sheepishly.
“What do you think, Tirael? A pompous villa with old architecture, wiring that’s a fire hazard, and plumbing from the last century, or a modern, slick, efficient place like mine?” Beelzebub asked as he showed us around the penthouse.
The color-coded furniture from top designers and shining appliances in the kitchen kept to the theme of white, red, and black, with the occasional pop of color from tall green plants standing in hexagonal pots or carefully framed art dotting the walls. It looked very much like the flat of one of the human billionaires; a successful business owner who had the space of his home designed by professionals.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “You two know your experiences aren’t exactly universal, right? Sure, most angels and demons get a place to stay down here, eventually, but usually it’s only the higher-ups or the people who have jobs that allow them to stay on Earth for a prolonged time that have a need and money for more than one house.”
“It seems to me you have joined the ranks of those people right now,” Raphael pointed out, “what with your permanent position at the Embassy.”
“Are you planning to move out of that shabby little hole they gave you?” Beelzebub’s eyes narrowed as he no doubt recalled how my room looked from that one time they visited me.
While Beelzebub’s apartment looked like a carefully curated space where everything had its place and even the little decorations played a role, my room at the Embassy looked like a place where someone slept and that was it. But over three months had passed since that moment, and what Beelzebub didn’t know was that my room started to look completely different since then.
“I like my room at the Embassy,” I said, speaking the complete truth. Hellion and Zachariel reassured me I could do whatever I wanted with it and I could have a say in any alterations or expansions of the Embassy. In the future, I could have a new place built for me. “I think having so much space, whether it be a big house or a penthouse, is too lonely.”
“Yeah, it can be,” Raphael sighed.
Something flickered on Beelzebub’s face, some kind of emotion he didn’t want to acknowledge, because he let a smile creep on his face and steered the conversation into a different direction; the one I anticipated and awaited since we stepped foot here.
“It’s not so lonely with the two of you here,” Beelzebub purred. “How about I show you the bedroom?”
Well, he couldn’t get much clearer with his intentions.
With all of us eager, we found ourselves half-naked and kissing on Beelzebub’s four-poster bed in no time. I was getting traded between the two of them until Beelzebub decided he was more interested in marking my neck, leaving hickeys and imprints of his teeth along my pale skin. As I arched into Beelzebub’s bite, my hands slid down Raphael’s body and I accidentally brushed against the angel’s trapped cock.
“Yes, I have been waiting for this,” Raphael groaned.
Beelzebub detached himself from his prize long enough to say, “You act as if you haven’t been getting any action for a long time, but I know better. Tell us, angel, how many times have you touched yourself since the beginning of our arrangement?”
“Many times,” Raphael moved his hips forward, pushing against my hand.
“Many?” I asked.
“Yeah, don’t be shy. Tell us more.”
“Every day,” Raphael choked out.
The shame and embarrassment at Beelzebub’s teasing had to be settling in because Raphael stilled his hips. I didn’t want that, so I started moving my hand, not letting him escape from the friction.
“You really can’t go without it even for a day, can you? Here I have been calling Tirael a slut all this time, but I see you are a strong contender for the title. Tell me, was it enough to satisfy you?”
“No!” Raphael panted out, his hips dancing with my hand. He threw his head back with a moan. “It felt so empty. Too fleeting. It wasn’t enough.”
“Don’t worry, angel, we got you.” After that declaration, Beelzebub whispered straight into my ear. “Make him come in his pants.”
My breath caught a little as I did as he said. I moved my hand, cupping the shape straining against the fabric. The tip of Raphael’s cock was leaking, creating a wet spot on his pants that grew as I watched.
“Tirael, baby, take me out. Touch me. I want to feel your hand,” Raphael said. But I already had different orders.
“Don’t,” Beelzebub reminded me. “You don’t need to feel his hand, Raphael. You’re so close already, just finish like this.” Raphael groaned, feeling the trapped erection pressing painfully against the material of his pants and reached down to free himself, but Beelzebub caught his hand. It took only a few more movements of my hand, up and down, up and down, up and down, before Raphael was bucking wildly and coming with a shout.
I felt the wetness spread under my hands, cum dirtying Raphael’s pants, completely ruining them. But coming in his pants definitely didn’t ruin the bliss of the experience if his expression was anything to go by.
“Now, as we had seen to the needs of one of us, how about… Tirael, tell us, did you touch yourself as well?”
“Not at first,” I answered Beelzebub haltingly. “I don’t think it’s very good to fantasize about someone you aren’t in any relationship with, so even if sometimes I had the urge to imagine you or Raphael, I forbade myself from doing it. Then later when we started dating, I allowed myself to think about it more. And after the kissing I didn’t do it every day but….” Realizing what I nearly said, I shut my mouth. My cheeks grew tomato red.
“Now I have to know,” Beelzebub said. “What could it be? Either how you did it, or how many times you did it.” My expression had to have sold me out because Beelzebub reacted like a shark at the scent of blood. “The last one, then. Tell me, how many times did you get yourself off?”
“I didn’t count. I don’t know,” I tried to avoid the question.
“Give me an estimate. Now,” Beelzebub said, his hard tone breaking no argument.
“Around twenty!” I squeaked. “Yesterday, I spent a long time thinking about you two,” I admitted. “One orgasm turned out to not be enough, so I spent my Sunday with my fingers buried in my ass or my hands on my cock, trying to stave off a sudden wave of lust.”
“And was it enough?” Beelzebub asked.
“It was, eventually,” I said, “but now I want more.” I tilted up my chin, though my confidence wavered at the last moment, making the last words a mix between a bold order and meek pleading.
The most important thing was that it worked.
“Greedy. I like it. Raphael had his fun, so it’s my turn now. On your knees,” Beelzebub sneered. “And put that pretty, whorish mouth to good use.”
I swallowed a noise as my knees hit the floor a bit too hard and immediately went to open Beelzebub’s leather pants up. Even though the constricting material tried to fight me, I had the black cock with red veins in my hand in a flash. A commanding pull on my hair, and I swallowed the quickly hardening length without much ado.
“While I’m getting serviced, you can take a look at what’s in the drawer over there,” Beelzebub directed Raphael.
I couldn’t see what the angel had found, but the gasp he let out was promising. I squirmed a bit, loving the suspense of not knowing what lay in wait for me.
Even though curiosity ate at me, I was too preoccupied with trying to gulp down the inhuman dick in front of me to track Raphael’s movements, so I startled when his hand pressed against my back.
“Can you stop for a second, precious? Lean back a little and let me get your shirt off,” Raphael instructed.
I slid off Beelzebub’s cock with a wet pop and dutifully lifted my arms, allowing for the easy removal of the shirt. That done, I tried to reach for the hard cock again, but Beelzebub stopped me. “You can do it without your hands. In fact, keep them behind your back.”
I shifted on my knees, positioning myself to have better leverage and a more stable position, then put my hands where I was ordered.
“Now, keep still,” Raphael murmured, and a second later I realized why he said that when a black fabric fell over my eyes. I groaned at the idea of being blindfolded while sucking Beelzebub off and as soon as the fabric was tied around my head, I dove for my prize, searching it out with my lips alone. The head of the blackened cock slid over my tongue before I surrounded it with the tight heat of my mouth and swallowed it down.
I discovered having your hands free and your sight uncumbered really made fellatio much easier, but after some testing tries, I discovered I just needed to make my movements more contained, not sliding too far as to risk the head slipping out of my mouth and it would work fine. Raphael helped me when my arms involuntarily wanted to slip from their position behind my back by curling his own fingers around my wrists, keeping me contained, free to concentrate on my task.
How was it Beelzebub was getting his cock sucked, yet it was I who was the loudest person in the room? My breathless moans and deeper, guttural groans were only partially muffled by the thick cock and yet the sounds overshadowed the demon’s quiet panting.
Lost in the sensation, focusing too much on how wonderful everything felt, I didn’t properly accommodate for the movement of Beelzebub’s hips and choked. I instinctually pulled off as Beelzebub’s clawed hand got a vicious hold on my hair.
“You can do better than that,” Beelzebub said. “Now, open up your mouth, whore. I’m going to fuck your throat.”
My mouth dropped open, saliva shining on my lips as I braced myself, my eyes squeezed tightly shut behind my blindfold. Beelzebub truly did fuck my mouth until I was gasping again, unable to think but riding on instinct that told me to stop resisting the invasion that stole my breath. Beelzebub’s pleasure was more important than air, after all.
I didn’t have enough balance for Beelzebub’s vicious fucking, but Raphael curled his hand around my chest and pressed against my back to keep me in place. Between that and the painful grip of my hair, I couldn’t escape, forced to accept what was being done to me.
I whimpered, lost in sensations that were magnified by my lack of sight.
When I felt the heat building low in my belly, signaling my climax approaching, I tried to convey that, maybe ask for permission, as I usually did, but I couldn’t form words. I only managed to emit a muffled noise, a plea for release that went unheeded.
My thighs shook as I came, my cock spilling into my pants. As Beelzebub finally spilled with a curse, his taste flooded my mouth. My tongue sought out every drop of hot cum and I swallowed obediently, not daring to let a drop escape.
“Turnabout is fair play,” Raphael said as he released me. I slumped forward onto Beelzebub, my heart still beating wildly. “You made me come in my pants, so now I’ve returned the favor.”
“I, for one, am glad not to have cum stains in my pants. They’re a bitch to get out of leather and extremely uncomfortable.”
Feeling the stickiness, I winced as I tried to move.
“Yeah, this isn’t the most pleasant sensation. Do you have a change of pants I can borrow?” Raphael asked sheepishly.
“Sure, we can find something for you two. I hope you like black. But first, how about a bath? Let me show you the joys of modernity,” Beelzebub suggested.
We ended up in a large jacuzzi. It was truly delightful to sink into the warm water and have Beelzebub show off all the jets, massagers, and functions. I thought they would unbind my arms for this part, but both of my lovers decided I looked fetching like this, so they took off the rest of my clothes and maneuvered me into the water.
Maybe I should have protested, but the mindset I was in meant I could let myself remain in this submissive state for a while longer. I wasn’t as deep in subspace as I sometimes got, but the warm water and the atmosphere made me feel boneless, relaxed, and content. Beelzebub even let me lay my head on his shoulder while Raphael kept rowing, his hand on my thigh, our legs entwined. I allowed myself to drift contentedly.