Page 38 of Sinful Pride

Apparently, he still didn’t realize that I was a bit fucked up because the fear I experienced only made everything better for me. It pushed me to be reckless, to experience new things even if they hurt. There was no space for thinking when an animalistic fear has been awakened inside of me. I could only react, fight or flight. There was certain freedom in that. But Beelzebub offered something even better: the grin on his face told me, even if you run, I’m going to catch you.

Words failed me, but I nodded, knowing my partners would see the gesture.

“You want to try?” Raphael asked.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, brows drawn together. After a second, his frown morphed into a look of determination. “Fine. But I don’t trust this position, Beelzebub. I need an option to control what’s happening to make sure Tirael doesn’t get hurt.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beelzebub opening his mouth to protest, but Raphael cut him off. “This is non-negotiable.”

“Fine, have it your way,” Beelzebub huffed

I muffled a whimper by biting my hand when his cock slid out of me completely. The angel and demon communicated wordlessly and switched their positions. My body was mostly uncooperative, just a rag doll for them to position as they wanted. By the time they were done I found myself straddling Beelzebub. Now I could see his cock. Big, swollen, slick. With red vein-like cracks pulsing with light.

Raphael wanted more control over the scene and was granted his wish. The sun-kissed skin of his fingers looked pale against the darkness of Beelzebub’s cock when the Archangel’s hand closed around it and positioned the pointed tip at my entrance. With Raphael’s other hand supporting me and slowing my descent, I sank down, my hole swallowing my prize inch by inch, ridge by ridge, until only the knot remained. Truthfully, it wasn’t that much bigger than the ridges; it just had more height to it, a more bulbous shape. But if I remembered correctly how it worked with Earth’s animal species… the knot would not stay that size. It was going to plump up, grow, plug me. The most terrifying part was the inevitable possibility of being tied together. I was going to be unable to run, to escape, to separate myself from Beelzebub.

Why did I yearn for it? For this ultimate act of togetherness?

Maybe being tied so closely we couldn’t be separated would quieten the loneliness in my soul.

But first, I needed to take that knot inside me.

Raphael

I had to admit; the view was glorious. Everything I had imagined and more. Beelzebub’s monstrous cock was stretching Tirael obscenely as I lowered him slowly down. The pace wasn’t only for Tirael’s comfort, but for my pleasure as well. Each of the ridges popping in sent a thrilling sensation down my spine. I loved I could observe the reactions of both of my lovers as it wasn’t only Tirael who was affected. Beelzebub’s healthy hand clenched at the edge of the stone slab, threatening to break the hard surface with the force he was using. His mouth opened on a shuddering exhale as our angel’s tight hole enveloped him like a glove, squeezing, causing sensations I couldn’t even imagine. Surely they had to be different from what I experienced with my normal cock. Did Beelzebub change it not only for the devilish aesthetics, but for heightened sensitivity as well? The knotting surely had to be a nice bonus, even if I couldn’t imagine many of his partners could take his knot as it took a lot of work to allow it in. And I was here to make it possible today.

My gaze fell onto that bulge as I wondered about how to proceed. The vigorous fucking meant Tirael was already opened as much as possible by just a cock. I pulled him up, pushing at his thighs, helping him until only the first ridge kept the big cock inside.

“Take hold of his thighs,” I commanded Beelzebub, who was strong enough to hold Tirael up even with his fake golden hand.

With my own hands freed, I inserted a finger alongside Beelzebub’s erection. It went in without a problem, but that was only because the tip of his cock was much smaller than the base. Then I gestured to Beelzebub to lower Tirael, making sure we weren’t being too hasty. Together we fed the fat length in alongside my finger, which provided the additional stretch.

A second finger helped me get past the third ridge, but I had to take it out when we got to the fourth. It was a tight squeeze, pulling the protesting ring over the resistance, but with a lot of patience we defeated the last ridge, and only the knot remained. But even with the added stretch of my finger, it wasn’t quite enough and, after minutes of preparation, I grew frustrated.

“If you keep fondling my cock like that, you’re going to make me nut before I go in,” Beelzebub said through clenched teeth.

“Maybe we should just forgo doing this…” I offered hesitantly, but twin protests stopped me.

“No! I want it! Wasn’t I a good boy? Please?”

Fuck, how could I say no to Tirael when he turned those big puppy dog eyes on me?

“No,” Beelzebub growled at the same time, using his left hand to pull me up over Tirael’s shoulder by my hair. “You may delude yourself that you’re being kind by taking it nice and slow, but the inescapable truth is: this knot needs force to go in. The hole needs to be made to take it. Saying ‘pretty please’ to my knot won’t be enough. I need to fuck it into him,” Beelzebub said firmly.

Our faces were so close my mind bluescreened for a moment, focusing on those black and white skull lips instead of the problem at hand.

This really wasn’t a good time to realize I wanted to kiss Beelzebub.

Telling myself I was doing it only for Tirael was a much safer option, but now I had to admit it was a lie. I mourned the simple existence I had before my realization. And that wasn’t the only front I had to admit defeat on. Simply put, my way wasn’t working.

“How are you going to do it?” I asked, letting Beelzebub take the reins back. His hand tightened in my hair for a moment before he let me go.

“I will do it how it’s supposed to be done. With as much force as necessary, like an animal asserting its dominance. Tirael, do you want to become a pretty sacrificial prey for me?”

Tirael nodded, but Beelzebub wasn’t satisfied with just that.

“Yes, master! I want it!” Tirael replied after the sound of his ass being slapped echoed through the forest. At another slap he scrambled off the demon’s cock and crawled onto the cold stone, folding in what I knew was called a mating press.

Beelzebub wasted no time. With a little growl, he positioned himself behind Tirael, his bigger body covering the smaller angel as he sank in with one long thrust, immediately fucking Tirael with force. I had to scramble to help the angel stay in place because the force of Beelzebub’s thrusts pushed him forward, making him slide on the smooth stone as his cries rose to the heavens.

This was the most violent coupling I had ever seen. Beelzebub made the thrusts deep, so deep Tirael could probably feel them in his throat. The frenzied assault culminated when tears fell over flushed cheeks, marking Tirael’s blissed out face as he took it all, took the knot. I could see when it entered in the way Tirael’s eyes widened and his cries cut off, the sensation so overwhelming he couldn’t even speak nor even make mindless noises. The beautiful black eyes looked glazed and serene as Beelzebub buried himself in completely and tied with Tirael.

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