Page 34 of Sinful Pride

Yes. That was a whimper. And a choked off moan. But nobody was touching him, so why…

Another step closer and I could hear the faint buzzing.

A fallen branch cracked under my feet and those desperate eyes found mine immediately.

“Raphael.”

My name spoken in such a tone of wretched lust spellbound me to my spot until it was too late to escape this situation; Tirael reached, twisted his fingers into my clothes, scrambled up to me, burying his face into my chest.

He was talking. Babbling.

“It’s so much, ah, please, Raphael, please, can you? Nnngh, I need… please…”

His hips rutted against my leg once, twice, like an animal in heat who couldn’t help it, before he pulled them away, trembling with the effort of it.

Judging by the shape in his pants, it had to hurt.

“Why… don’t you take care of it yourself?” I asked, feeling like even asking the question was getting involved too much. But those desperate whimpers… I couldn’t just ignore them.

“I can’t!” Tirael said, frustration bleeding into his voice. “I’m not allowed. Not without you…”

My face darkened. So that was Beelzebub’s game.

I caught Tirael’s face under his chin and made him look me in the eye.

“You’re not allowed to come without me touching your cock? That won’t happen. You know my policy. No repeats. You should tell Beelzebub to stop this game.”

“No, nggh, that’s not…” Tirael groaned miserably. He took a stumbling step back. “Let me just show you…”

Before I could say anything he turned around and dropped on all fours, hands shoving his pants and underwear down until I could see… a gem between his legs?

Fuck. That gem vibrated. It was a base of a dildo.

“Beelzebub said he will give me what I want, but you… ah… you need to b-be the one to pull this blasted dildo out. Please, Raphael, please, you don’t have to fuck me, just please, take it out, please—”

Tirael’s voice descended into nearly incoherent begging.

Saliva pooled in my mouth as I witnessed the angel presenting himself, ass up in the air for me, all shame stripped from Tirael thanks to the never-ending attack of unrelenting pleasure.

Surely, it was my duty as a healer to help…

Right?

That gem was mesmerizing.

I crouched down to touch it.

The red gem turned green.

I snatched my hand away, but the effect already took place. Tirael’s moans gained a new edge as the buzzing changed frequency. Instead of one continuous sound it emanated long pulses, each deep buzz making Tirael shake and cry out.

Closing my eyes, I cursed Beelzebub in every language I knew. He had to have spelled this toy to react to my angelic power and my power only, and with that he was drawing me into what was happening here. I was already involved.

Just take it out and go, I told myself.

My fingers closed around the bejeweled base and pulled it slowly out. I was unable to tune out the plethora of delicious sounds it brought out of Tirael. When the toy was out, the angel’s hole was left gaping. Ready. Prepared. You could just slide in and—

“Thanks, you can go now,” Beelzebub said, sidling up to the trembling form of his lover.

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