Page 37 of Sinful Pride

“And you have taken only one so far. You know, it’s a bit like a difficulty level in a game. The first one was easy mode, the second one is a bit harder, but just a bit. I’m sure you can take it.”

Beelzebub pulled his hips back to the first ridge and then slammed inside. I cried out as the second ridge forced its way into my ass. No tender, slow pace, just an overwhelming push that didn’t take no for an answer. One second and it was done. Beelzebub settled himself in to the next ridge.

“This next one is a moderate difficulty level. It takes some work.”

“Then it’s fortunate our Tirael excels at hard work,” Raphael said.

“Ha, indeed. Then work for it, bitch.”

He tried to push the third ridge inside. The resistance was higher now, but Raphael was right; I did excel at working hard. And sometimes that meant forcing my body to do what I wanted it to do. Mastering myself was an important skill because it often felt like the only thing I had control over. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, to loosen the tightening of muscles, to become more pliable.

Beelzebub sank further into me with a low groan. It worked. I did it. It left me panting, overwhelmed. But I did it!

“Now, this is where the fun begins.” Beelzebub inched himself in until the next ridge, and even that took some force, as the shaft flared wider between the fleshy rings.

We were taking it gradually, but this slow pace felt fast for my virgin self, my untouched body. When Beelzebub tried to feed me the rest of his cock, I laid my head on Raphael’s shoulder, panting, shivering with the incredible, yet so alien feeling of being split open. The ridge refused to go in, so I shifted a bit, tilting my hips, trying to change the position as much as I was able, but all it did was press one of the ridges already inside me into my sweet spot. My vision whited out for a second, the direct stimulation to that place making the oversensitivity after having already orgasmed once flare, leaving me trembling.

“That’s the place. Raphael, hold him down.”

Of course, Beelzebub noticed my reaction and used it against me. The next few minutes were spent in a delirium of echoing cries and zaps of bliss shooting through my body, setting me on fire from inside. Somewhere in the middle of all that overwhelming pleasure, the fourth ridge made it inside me.

Beelzebub hummed a winning tune from a game.

“Victory! You’re leveling up well, newbie. But you still have the very hard mode to go through. Are you ready for that? No, of course you are not ready. It’s too much to be ready for. But you’re still going to take it, right? The final boss?”

I wasn’t sure I could; it may be past my limits to do so. But I had conviction that Beelzebub was going to push me past any limits.

“Do it,” I said, then muffled the scream trying to escape my throat by biting into Raphael’s shoulder. The angel shushed me as Beelzebub took nearly his entire length out, all the ridges catching on my rim, pulling at it, stimulating me even better than before. He slammed inside again, fucking me properly. He had no mercy. The four ridges massaged me from inside, making broken moans that sounded more like gasps for air escape me as Beelzebub showed me what his monster of a cock could do.

Was that how anal sex felt every time? Or was Beelzebub just special? It felt like touching a live wire; the electricity of the act so potent it threatened to kill me. My hips danced, trying to get away, no, get closer to the unforgiving thrusts. My cock pressed into the bulge in Raphael’s pants, the tip smearing pre-cum over the white of his shirt where it was already dirtied by my previous orgasm. The angel under me hissed as my writhing stimulated his trapped cock. By not being able to keep my hips still I created a chain reaction between our three bodies. It was too much, it was all too much. I shouldn’t be so close to coming again, but I found myself standing at the cliff, not knowing if they would catch me if I fell.

“Can I?” I gasped out. “Can I, please? Aaa… ah…! Can I come?”

Beelzebub’s hot breath ghosted over my ear, his breathing ragged. It was gratifying to see how I was affecting him.

“Do it, you dirty little slut,” he said, and that was all the permission I needed.

My spine bowed into an arc as I threw my head back. I let myself fall apart between the two men holding me with bruising strength.

“Fuck, so pretty,” Raphael swore, his hands pressing into my hips as he pushed me down onto Beelzebub while I came.

After I finished, I felt like I had nothing else to give. I collapsed into Raphael’s arms, my breath catching. I tried to make my lungs work properly as the world spun around me.

This is nice, this is good, so good. If this is how it feels like to have penetrative sex, I want to experience it again and again, was the thought that passed through my fuzzy mind.

“Do you think we are done, little mouse?” Beelzebub asked, his voice amused.

I stiffened. What did he mean? Fuck, I realized, he was still hard inside me. I did want to experience this again, but I didn’t mean right now!

“You see, little pet, the ridges went up to the very hard mode. But some games have an even harder mode.” His black hand slid up my throat to squeeze threateningly on the pale column. “A nightmare mode.”

Then I felt it. Something big threatening to press into me. A knot. Fuck. I forgot. He had a knot. That couldn’t possibly fit into me. I didn’t have enough space in my body to take that, right? Though I had that exact thought about his cock and he had proved me wrong… Maybe I could take it. The question was, would it break my mind to do so?

Nightmare mode.

I turned my head and stared behind me in fear.

“You don’t have to,” Raphael soothed me immediately.

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