Page 23 of The Devil You Know

“So close.”

I listened to the pleading in his voice and slammed my hips upwards at the same time as I pulled him down with my hands on his hips. The cry he gave only increased my fervor, my thrusts practically a blur as I assaulted my lover’s hole. He was unable to withstand such an attack. With a whimper he found his completion and, just as I predicted, he became a useless mess, collapsing onto me, drool escaping from one corner of his mouth.

A shiver of possessiveness went through me at the glorious sight of Michael looking so destroyed. My demonic side reveled in it. I gave him a kiss on his forehead, then rolled him off me and shifted us both into a new position. With the angel on his knees, his face buried in the pillow, I could see how his ring looked puffy and loose. Stretched and abused. Used. Wonderful. I pressed my long fingers inside and Michael reacted with a whimper of oversensitivity.

“Just one more, darling. I know you can do it. You can be a good slut for me, mmm?”

The drained angel didn’t respond verbally, but he pushed up his ass a bit, the invitation clear. He wanted me to make him cry, and I was going to deliver.

I slid in once more and had to bite my lip at the renewed tightness, the sensation bringing me nearly to the edge. With difficulty, I reined myself in. I wasn’t going to let myself finish before I wrecked Michael completely. My cock sank into the welcoming hole, slowly, inevitably making Michael groan with aroused despair. Even with his angelic powers he was struggling to wake his erection up again, so I reached my hand around and pulled at his tender cock.

“Luci! Fuck! It’s... ah!... too much,” he groaned, his head lolling against the covers, his hips wriggling as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to push into my hand or back onto my cock, or maybe escape the intense sensations.

“It’s so much, isn’t it?” I cooed cruelly. “Here, let me give you more.”

Michael’s lips parted in a silent scream as I drove him out of his mind. I used everything I could to enhance the sensation; my thrusts targeting his prostate, my right hand twisting when it reached the top of his cock, my left hand digging bruises into his hip, my tongue licking a wet stripe up his spine. Fuck, he was clenching around me so tightly, his body seizing as the orgasm was wrenched out of him, not even a dribble escaping his cock as he came without spilling his seed, too drained to have anything left to give. Still, the pleasure slammed into him like a hammer and he cried as he finished, hiccupping sobs escaping as the feeling of bliss overwhelmed him.

Only then did I let myself go. The noise I made when I slammed into Michael’s now lax body for the last time was entirely animalistic, the instinct to possess driving me wild. Something primal purred deep inside me at the sight of my mate being so utterly claimed. I spilled deep in his hole, painting his insides white, and covered him with my body, blanketing him completely as I came and came and came, all the pent-up energy bursting from me in spurts of warm cum.

This is absolutely perfect, I decided. The only thing I would add was a plug that would keep my release inside Michael, the feeling reminding the angel who he belonged to all the time.

We will have to do this again, soon, I thought contentedly.

Chapter 10

Everything was fine and dandy, but I was still losing the ‘I love you more’ contest. It was 3 to 1 now. Sure, I could spoil Michael with everyday gestures of affection: offer to massage him, cook dinner, or bring him little presents for every human holiday (there were a lot of those when you could pick between all the cultures and countries!), or... Well, the everyday stuff wasn’t a problem. But I needed something grander. I was deep in thought when I teleported to our home, so I didn’t notice anything amiss until there was a squeak from the direction of the sofa.

“Who the fuck are you?” I rounded onto the unknown angel who was sitting on my sofa, in my living room, in my home and, worst of all, cuddling my fox.

“Please don’t kill me, Mister Lucifer! Sir!” the young-looking angel said in a rush. At my growl he hurried to explain. “I’m the dog sitter! Fox sitter? Anyway, I’m here to watch over this little guy.”

“You can stop squeezing him so hard,” I huffed, and he let go of the white shape as if it had burned him. Bane made an accusing yip at him and bounded out of the room. The angel springed up and knocked right into the side table, making the books clatter to the floor, and a cup of tea spill onto the plush carpet.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I will do better!”

A sigh escaped my lips. The angel was a nervous wreck. Was he like that with everyone, or was it a special reaction reserved just for me, The Evil Overlord of Hell? I knew what kind of stories they told about me in Heaven.

“Whatever. Listen kid, I’m back so you can go.”

“You... you are not going to fire me?”

I could do that. Or show all my teeth and make him wonder for the rest of eternity when the blow would fall. But I wasn’t in a mood to terrorize such pathetic beings.

“Just be more careful next time.”

Not that I was happy about an angel invading my space, but it was something to discuss with Michael, not to take out on the lad. It was obvious a heavenly fox sitter could be only my partner’s doing.

“Thank you!” the angel said and instantly teleported away.

That evening, when Michael popped into our house, visibly tired from the day of managing the idiots in Heaven, I said casually,

“I met your new pet.”

Michael blinked at me uncomprehendingly.

“It’s a bold choice to hire that young angel as a babysitter when it seems Bane will be the one giving orders in that dynamic soon.”

“Ah, you met Yomiel. He is shy and a bit...”

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