Chapter 21
Tirael
“We have been dating for six months now…” Raphael pointed out.
“What, do you have another stage planned? Should we get Tirael pregnant?” Beelzebub leered in my direction and I squeaked.
No, thank you! I was quite happy with my inability to procreate!
“No! I just meant I could… introduce you to some friends? It’s not like we are hiding our relationship, but I wanted to acknowledge it publicly?” the poor angel sounded unsure so I jumped in without hesitation.
“Of course! It would be lovely to meet your friends!”
“Who is that? I refuse to hang out with Michael and Gabriel in my spare time, if that’s what you mean by friends,” Beelzebub said.
“I have other friends than the Archangels, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah, you are the soul of a party. So, some other angels?”
“Humans, actually. I met that bunch while I was trying to continue my nightlife without the sex part. I grew quite fond of them.”
“Humans can party hard. I admire the fearlessness they show by destroying their livers and trying to function on a few hours of sleep. Let’s do this!”
We went to a club in Cracow; the building brimming with life at this hour. Raphael’s friends spotted him almost immediately.
“Aaay, there’s our favorite ninja turtle!” A blond guy with many piercings threw his arms open in an energetic greeting.
“A… turtle? That’s a ninja?” I had to ask.
“Don’t mind him,” Raphael sighed, but let the man greet him with a manly hug. “They got it into their heads that, just because I share a name with a cartoon character, they can equivocate me to this teenage mutant ninja turtle.”
“Teenage mutant ninja turtle… that’s quite a mouthful. I need to check that other Raphael out.”
“You have never seen TMNT?” a tiny girl gasped, and I suddenly found myself between her and her much more serious female friend, watching the best moments from the cartoon on a phone.
I was worried about impressing Raphael’s friends, but before I even knew what happened, I was sucked into their orbit. And I wasn’t the only one; Beelzebub was deep in a conversation about tattoos with the blond guy who, as it turned out, had a few tats of his own hidden under the clothes.
“I think introductions are in order…” Raphael said, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smile.
Right! I didn’t know anyone’s names and hadn’t introduced myself. How rude of me!
Taking the matters in his hand, Raphael did a round of introductions.
“This is Szymon, Kasia, and Marzena. Guys, this is Tirael, my boyfriend… and Beelzebub, Tirael’s boyfriend.”
“Nice to meet you all,” I said quickly, seeing how Beelzebub gritted his teeth.
He was not pleased with this introduction.
“Beelzebub, huh?” Kasia asked. “Did your parents name you after a demon, or is that a nickname?”
“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out,” Beelzebub flashed his sharp teeth, but this was his playful smile.
“Either way, sick, dude,” Szymon nodded approvingly.
It was an interesting perspective, seeing how not only Raphael but Beelzebub as well interacted with people who didn’t know their rank and power. For those three humans, the Archangel and Archdemon were just dudes, normal people who drank shitty beer, and gorged themselves on pizza while we debated the merits of different anthropomorphic characters as ninjas.
The evening left me refreshed, loose in a way I rarely experienced among other angels. Raphael and Beelzebub had a good time as well, but there was a dark cloud hovering over us.
The lightning strike of Beelzebub’s fury patiently waited until we bid farewell to Raphael’s three friends and teleported to the demon’s penthouse for a revelry of a different kind.
This time Raphael was the one to end up pressed to the wall, getting furiously kissed by Beelzebub.
“Tirael’s boyfriend, huh?” the demon sneered. “You seem to not understand your place, angel.”
Raphael looked dazed at the kiss, but his brows furrowed with confused anger.
“Wasn’t the whole idea for us to publicly claim Tirael? And now you are having a conniption because I called him my boyfriend?”
Both me and Beelzebub looked at the Archangel with various degrees of disbelief.
“He’s hopeless. There’s no use talking. We need to show him,” Beelzebub said.
Agreeing, I took Raphael’s lips in a kiss. He wanted to say something but, under the onslaught of our combined kisses, it was easy to convince Raphael to have sex first and ask questions later. In no time we were all naked and Raphael was pressing into my freshly stretched hole.
That’s when Beelzebub decided to pounce.
From my position on my back, I had a prime spot to watch the intense expression on the demon’s face as he pressed his naked body against Raphael’s back, trapping him between us.
“For a year now, we have worked closely together to achieve our goal and then shared in the spoils of our victory,” Beelzebub said to Raphael. “I saw how your eyelashes flutter when you came, the way your body is languid in the aftermath, the way you turn your face to the sun to soak up the warmth like a spoiled cat. And in return, I let you see the sides of me no one else was privileged to glimpse. But maybe I hadn’t shown you enough because it seems you don’t comprehend the scale of my hunger, my possessiveness. Tirael is my boyfriend… but you are MINE as well.”
The body over mine jerked as Beelzebub sank his teeth into Raphael’s shoulder.
“Ah! Fuck! What? Beelzebub…. Are you saying…”
“This is a proper threesome and not one of those Hollywood love triangle abominations,” Beelzebub lifted his head only after giving the bleeding wound a parting lick. “We are all together. Get it through your thick skull.”
It was a statement, not a question.
My gaze met Raphael’s, and I nodded resolutely.
“Oh,” Raphael made a soft exhalation of realization. “I can call you my boyfriend? Both of you?”
“Or partner,” Beelzebub offered. “Boyfriend is so juvenile.”
“It’s cute,” I added my two cents.
Raphael gasped as I shifted, and he remembered he had his cock deep inside me. The position he was in, sandwiched between two bodies, didn’t escape his attention.
“Do you want to show me I’m yours?”
“Yes,” Beelzebub growled.
“Yes, please,” I chorused.
The next gasp which left Raphael’s lips wasn’t because his cock was cradled by my body.
I couldn’t quite see what Beelzebub was doing, but I could feel the aftershocks of the blackened fingers sinking into Raphael from the way the Archangel’s hips danced back and forth. From what I gathered, Raphael was experienced in every way you could have sex and, while his preference was usually to be the dominant party, it didn’t preclude topping from the bottom or occasional indulgence of a different dynamic. I believed we could make it work; no one was going to push to the breaking point because we were willing to bend, to work to make this relationship succeed.
And tonight that meant Raphael being the focus between us.
A groan reverberated through the body above mine and I pressed my lips to Raphael’s neck, feeling the thrum of the noises he was making as I left kisses over the sun-kissed skin. It was all the warning I got the preparations were finished. Beelzebub thrust forward and as his cock pushed in Raphael, the angel sank deeper into me in turn.
“Good bitch… nnn… ah, no, you aren’t into degradation,” Beelzebub panted out as he set a rhythm for all of us. “How about a deal, Raphael? I will tell you sweet nothings, all the praise you want… but only if you take over my role for Tirael.”
Fuck, the idea fanned the fire inside me into an inferno. I needed to have that.
“What? Ah, you want m-me to call Tirael names? I can’t say that!”
“Can’t say… or are you unable to come up with the lines?” Beelzebub had his shark grin on. “Repeat after me: ‘you have such a hungry hole’.”
Raphael closed his eyes in mortification. A bright flush appeared high on his cheeks, but he haltingly repeated the words.
“You have… such a hungry h-hole.”
“Good boy.”
I whimpered at the praise and I could feel Raphael’s cock jump inside me. Was this what humans imagined Heaven felt like? Beelzebub leaned down to whisper the next lines into Raphael’s ear and soon I was being pounded to the soundtrack of praise from a demon and degradation from an angel.
“You are such a whore.”
“Just like that, baby.”
“Spread your legs, show us how much you crave a hard cock.”
“Wonderful. You are a beautiful sight, my angels.”
Fortunately, I didn’t have to string words together; my moans, whimpers, and later, when Beelzebub really got going and hammered into Raphael, cries, were enough of a contribution.
I clung to the lithe body over mine, arched my back, tossed my head from side to side as I was brought to the precipice of an orgasm, but refused to fall over the edge. Today, I wanted Raphael to feel the devastation of being the first to come.
“T-take what I give you, ah! Slut, ngh—” Raphael’s words fell into incoherence as he spilled inside me.
Beelzebub’s frantic thrust made Raphael sink his fingers into the sheets in a desperate attempt to hold himself together as his body sang with oversensitivity after his climax. It was a feeling very familiar to me, but it had to be even more intense as our lover was stimulated from both sides. Raphael was the center of our lust, surrendered by our possessiveness.
I milked him dry before I followed into the pleasurable haze of spilling my seed.
We were entwined more than ever in the aftermath. Three bodies joined, small touches saying ‘mine’ and ‘yours’.
Together.
Beelzebub’s focus was dominance with the sexual side being only an addition, while for Raphael it was the other way around.
As for me… I craved it all.
Submission, the sting of pain, the chance to kneel at their feet and let myself float. The overwhelming pleasure of being taken apart by skillful hands.
The effect of slotting our differences together, tempered with our similarities, was better than any of us had dared to hope for.