Page 15 of Sinful Pride

The fingers invaded me again and again until I could just take it. The feeling of my throat spasming stopped being so novel and I could work around it. Most of the time. For a short while. I gagged again and this time Beelzebub didn’t let me pull back, forcing me to work through it. A line of spit slid down my chin.

“You are doing so well,” Raphael praised from where he watched me like a hawk, his expression complicated. “Tap me on my thigh if you need to stop,” he reminded me. That was apparently what he needed to let hunger overcome him and to let himself enjoy the spectacle in front of him fully. “Just a little more, baby. Let Beelzebub train your throat for me.”

On the next try, I took the long fingers fully in and let them stay for five seconds. The effort of it made me dizzy. Mastering my body and mind’s natural reactions and squashing them, pushing them to the background, wasn’t easy. But I could do it. I had to do it. I would do it.

With renewed determination I set out to prove I could be a good hole to fuck.

Beelzebub was a harsh taskmaster and wasn’t satisfied until I could take it not only with a slow, steady press in, but with a faster in and out motion as well. I found out clenching my hand until fingernails bit into my skin provided me with a counterpoint to the overwhelming sensations and let me relax my throat a fraction more that was needed to get Beelzebub’s seal of approval.

“I deem thee ready. Go get that dick,” Beelzebub said as he took his fingers away.

“Well done, sweetheart. You are such a polite, good boy,” the way Raphael said the word polite made me twist around to catch Beelzebub’s blackened hand.

“Thank you,” I said wholeheartedly, pressing a kiss to it.

Beelzebub froze. Did the tender gesture offend him?

“Put that mouth to better use, hmm?” the demon leered at me.

He snatched his hand away and pushed me towards Raphael’s waiting cock.

The way it didn’t flag much, even without direct stimulation, said a lot about how dirty I had to look during my training.

I took a deep breath in and squared against the intimidating erection.

My left hand helped me position it the way I wanted, and I started my reintroduction with a repeat of steps I learned earlier. Kiss, suck, touch. I used my tongue and lips to coax Raphael back to full hardness, and only then dared to try my luck.

I took his cock deeper than ever before.

It helped that I was in charge of the tempo now. Thanks to that, I managed to steadily sink down almost to the root before I had to pull away. The kiss of the cockhead against my throat was different from Beelzebub’s fingers. It was just more. Bigger, wider, a blunt shape exerting pressure on my tight passage. The fingers were just a tutorial and here was an advanced class. I seemed to have skipped the beginner’s one.

The next try found my throat squeezing around that cockhead as it pushed inside, preventing me from breathing.

But I was an angel. I could survive not breathing for a while. Especially when Raphael was calling me a good boy in that raspy voice brimming with arousal and Beelzebub was gloating what a nice whore I made.

As I did my best to welcome Raphael into my throat, I realized those statements, even if completely different, weren’t mutually exclusive. I could be a good boy and a whore.

I was a dirty cocksucker.

I was a darling.

I was a poster child for Lust and Gluttony.

I was a magnificent vision.

With a groan I swallowed Raphael’s cock, the thrum of it making Raphael snap his hips up to bury himself impossibly deeper.

“Sorry,” he panted out. “I will—“

I unclenched my right hand and set it on his hip, pulling.

“Look, he wants you to fuck his throat,” Beelzebub correctly interpreted.

“Fuck,” Raphael swore, looking at me with wide, lust filled eyes, but didn’t move.

Bored with waiting, Beelzebub huffed and tangled his hand in my hair.

“Do I have to do everything myself around here?”

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