Page 33 of Sinful Pride

I saw how he looked back then. His cock… it wasn’t only large, it was monstrous. Full of ridges and with a bulge at the base that made my breath catch half in arousal, half in fear. In keeping with the corruption-like blackness spreading over his pale body his dick was dark as well and the bulging red veins made it look like cracking lava. It was a self-defilement I had never seen among angels: even if we changed our shape through the centuries, we kept strictly to standards of a human body. But demons weren’t worried about pushing past taboos. That’s how Hell got those with red skin or scales or a tail or eyes that glowed in the dark. Such alien looks were intimidating and fascinating in equal measures, especially when the product of Beelzebub’s wild imagination was going to end up deep in my body.

My point was; using only two fingers for such a short time guaranteed it was going to hurt. I wasn’t certain if that was going to be the kind of hurt I liked, so I stiffened as Beelzebub leaned over me and captured my lips in a feral kiss. When he pulled back, he stayed hovering over me, his arms caging me in. He delighted in my trembling, his tongue peaking out for a moment as if he could taste my fear. It felt like a static between us; the air charged with the electricity of my visceral reaction.

“I can see you thinking about my dick. How I could carve space for myself in your body with it… But you don’t deserve it yet. I’m going to give you something else. Spread your legs.”

I did, as much as I could with the pants still tangled around my ankles, then felt a pressure at my hole. I gasped, my back pushing to an arc as unfeeling plastic filled me and pressed right into my prostate, sending sparks through my body.

A dildo. He pushed a thin silicone fake cock into me.

Beelzebub patted my thigh like one would an animal.

“Now gettup! Pull up those pants, angel.”

What? He wasn’t even going to fuck me with it? I tried to muffle my groan of despair as I dressed myself properly, my underwear and pants pressing against my half-hard cock and the flared base of the dildo, the stimulation from both sides constant and only made worse when I moved.

When Beelzebub looked as if he was going to just leave me there I grasped onto the memory of what he told me.

“You said you were going to tell me how I can earn what I want,” I entreated, a blossom of hope unfurling in my chest.

The smile Beelzebub gave me made me afraid to learn the answer.

“There’s only one way I’m going to replace that dildo in your tight hole with my dick: Raphael has to be the one to take it out. Good luck!”

He left me utterly stupefied and incredibly horny.

There was no way I was going to bother Raphael with this!

So I thought before I learned the dildo vibrated.

Raphael

There was a good reason why I usually frequented lewd establishments on Earth. Simply put: I was one of the oldest angels in existence, thousands of thousands of years old. I have seen and done almost everything… and almost everyone. At least when it came to Heaven. Those who had not fallen under my charms were committed to their own relationships, uninterested in the world of sexual pleasure as a whole, or simply not interested in me. Or I wasn’t interested in them, though I truly wasn’t picky.

At the same time, I didn’t like to put too much effort into my conquests. Why should I bother when I had a face and body carefully made for modern standards of beauty? I could just go down to Earth, a different city each week, and pick up random strangers out of the millions of humans populating the Little Blue Dot. It was simple and easy. I liked it that way, going straight to the main meal of heat and pleasure and friction, instead of having to do the dance of small talk and other unnecessary trifles. Sure, flirting could be fun for an hour, then it just became bothersome.

“Who are you eyeing tonight?” one of my demon associates asked me brazenly when we were mingling, drinks in our hands. I frowned, watching my reflection in the red liquid. Truthfully, I didn’t have my eye on anyone. “That black-haired one? If so, a good eye. Slender, beautiful, breedable…”

“Excuse me, I have to go,” I cut the conversation and stormed off.

No, I wasn’t looking at Tirael. That man was mistaken. I planned to stay true to my convictions. History proved time and time again that relaxing the reins of my one-night-stand-only rule always ended up in a disaster. No matter the short-term benefits of being able to sidle up to someone, say ‘one more?’, and get a hookup. No, I was not interested.

Instead of thinking about Tirael, I occupied myself with other matters. I let my legs take me to the wooden dancefloor stage when one of the wildly fluctuating styles of music took my fancy. I talked about literature with like-minded individuals. I had to cure a mild poisoning because the idiot who ate one of the non-edible fruits straight from a tree was too inebriated to remember that he could use his own power to heal his ailment. Apparently, one day off when I didn’t have to work as a healer and worry about self-destructive angels or demons was asking too much.

Steadfastly, I tried not to pay attention to Tirael as he fluttered about. Most of the time he hid away, either too shy or antisocial to partake in the boisterous atmosphere, but I couldn’t help but notice how each time I saw him, he was a bit more disheveled. That was fine. Completely fine. It was not my place to have any feelings about the fact that Tirael has been getting lucky at this wonderful wedding while I had an admittedly self-imposed dry spell to contend with. The hickey on the angel’s neck was not my business.

With that mantra in my mind, I went about my day, but when Tirael appeared with another sign of a passionate affair, this time a ring of bruising around his wrist, I couldn’t help but wonder. Did the shy little innocent angel I had writhing under me three weeks ago really just hook up with two people in a matter of hours? That seemed excessive. Not that I knew him very well, but the first impression I got when me and Beelzebub took care of the virginal boy between us didn’t mesh with this wanton behavior.

When the situation repeated and I spotted Tirael with a new set of claw marks on his arm, I went through the motions of pretending to enjoy the party, but my eyes didn’t leave that baffling angel the entire time. I observed him closely, and thanks to that, I discovered it wasn’t multiple partners teasing Tirael with their touches, giving him pleasure and their attention. No, it was one demon.

From the cover of bushes I watched as Beelzebub pressed the angel against a tree and shoved two blackened fingers into Tirael’s mouth, fucking it until the plush lips were pink and slick with saliva. The demon pressed close, no doubt murmuring wicked things into the angel’s ear. I couldn’t quite hear what he was whispering, but I was pretty sure he was recounting the moment when Tirael’s lips were around my own cock as Beelzebub taught him how to deepthroat.

I swallowed and clenched my hands. A sharp turn on my heel and I was out of there. So what if those two got together? Good for them! But was it? Was the little angel safe without my interference? Did he really know what he was getting into with that demon? Did he really prefer him over me? Did it mean Beelzebub won our bet after all?

The island wasn’t big, but it felt no matter where I turned I saw Tirael. Once, Beelzebub caught me staring when they both were talking to the grooms and the demon moved a proprietary hand to Tirael’s perky behind. From the toothy smile he shoot me I was half convinced he orchestrated some of the scenes where I caught them in the act.

But the moment that made my blood boil was when I found Tirael alone.

He was curled in on himself and for a moment I worried he was in pain. Then I noticed how his thighs were rubbing together, the shape of his erection visible under the tight material of his pants. He was holding his arms crossed, fingers digging into skin as if he had to hold onto something, anything, to stop himself from reaching between his legs. His lower lip looked nearly bloodless with how hard he was biting it. Was he trying to stop his moans from escaping? I stepped a little closer and strained my ears to hear the faint sounds over the music filling the whole island.

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