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Simeon’s stay at Purgatory Hall was usually uneventful and that only started to bother him as of late. The hidden desires buried within him became more and more prominent as time went on; licking deliciously at the surface of his skin every time he was in the presence of a certain demon. He didn’t quite understand it at first—what was it that he wanted? Did he want power? Attention? Respect? He often lingered on the latter and assumed every prickle of his skin, every flutter in his tummy was his body’s way of telling him he was eager for the Avatar of Pride’s approval. But it wasn’t until he had Lucifer’s front pressed up behind him that he knew it was something much more primal . . . feral . . .
Simeon stood stock still, frozen with anxiousness when he felt Lucifer’s presence engulfing him. Eyes kept forward, his hands remained on the books he’d been reaching for, their spines clutched tightly in his grip. The angel had come here many times on Lucifer’s behest, insisting his personal library was open to him whenever he wanted because he trusted the angel with all the knowledge he’d collected over the years. Simeon came whenever he found himself inquiring about the different recipes he could share with Luke and had never run into Lucifer once. The fact that Lucifer was towering over him leaving him trapped between the bookshelf was sending his nerves into overdrive.
“You’re very bad at concealing how badly you want to be pounded into submission.”
Simeon’s eyes bugged out comically and he spun around to face Lucifer, dropping his books in the process. “W-what?!”
“My apologies. I didn’t mean to startle you. I said you’ve been in here an awfully long time. Did you need some help finding something?” Dark red eyes peered down into Simeon’s so intensely he was almost sure Lucifer could see his soul.
Simeon struggled to process blatant lying as Lucifer grinned down upon him. He was quite sure the demon had said something else and now his inquisitive mind was reeling at the mere thought of Lucifer touching him. He could feel his heart thumping loudly in his ears; eyes flicking back and forth between Lucifer’s soft looking lips and his low lidded eyes eating up his every action.
“ Simeon .” The angel slightly shuddered at the way his name fell from those lips. “Tell me what you need.”
What he needed? Simeon wasn’t sure what he needed. Was he talking about that overwhelming need to throw caution into the wind and toss himself onto the demon? Could Lucifer actually see how much his mind was plagued with visions of pleasure having been steeped in Devildom’s tempting and alluring atmosphere? Did Lucifer know how much he drove Simeon wild just from being within his proximity? Simeon parted his lips lightly pulling himself closer to Lucifer as he gripped the front of Lucifer’s blouse.
“I need . . . relief. I–I’m going crazy . . . being around you and . . . having these sinful thoughts I have no control over.” Simeon’s grip tightened around the soft fabric as he stressed out the words. He gently pulled Lucifer’s hulking frame closer to him. “Can I ask for something?”
“Anything you’d like,” Lucifer answered, giving the trembling angel full control—for now.
Simeon’s breath hitched in his throat at the implications of being able to ask for anything. His mind whirred with all the things he wanted to try but settled on something so pure only an angel could come up with. “Touch me, here,” Simeon ordered softly, taking Lucifer’s massive hands to rest on his hips. “And could you kiss me, please?”
A soft smirk spread across Lucifer and he nodded. “I’d be delighted to.”
Was it nervousness or was it his complete naivety when it came to sex making him freeze up? It might’ve been a mixture of both. Simeon’s heart pounded rapidly in his ears as pulled Lucifer’s face down to his, stopping a centimeter before their lips touched. The mere sensation of Lucifer’s breath tickling his trembling mouth was enough to send him into overdrive.
His mouth claimed Lucifer’s with such a greedy fervor it could rival Mammon’s sin. He’d never felt the need for something so much in his life; he started cursing all the holy drivel God had filled his head with. Why was it so wrong to feed into his primal desires if it was going to make him feel like this? Why did the heavens claim hell is for the damned if they get to unleash themselves like this? It wasn’t fair , Simeon thought to himself, sliding his slender arms around Lucifer’s neck. His gloved fingers wove themselves into the raven locks tugging on them to push their faces closer. The kiss was sloppy and not at all gentle like he imagined his first kiss would be.
Simeon’s legs took a mind of their own, jumping to wrap themselves around the bigger demon’s waist. Lucifer followed his movements fluidly, cupping the slim ass into his palms to support his weight. Lucifer kissed him back just as eagerly; pale pink lips swallowing whatever lewd noises seeped out from Simeon.
He couldn’t get enough of the lips locking to his own. Simeon gasped and sighed into Lucifer’s mouth swapping spit, tongues dancing along each other. It was making him hungry for more. He wanted—no— needed more than just his hips lightly grinding against Lucifer’s clothed cock. He wanted Lucifer to litter his skin with bruises from his mouth. He needed to mount the demon invading his senses or else he’d go absolutely mad.
“ Luciii ,” Simeon purred in between kisses. “I’m going to fuck you before the night is over.”
Lucifer chuckled deeply. “Is that right, little angel?”
Simeon nodded, hesitantly but eagerly. “I can’t stop now. Not when I’ve barely tried anything yet.”
“One little dip in the pool of sin and suddenly you’re ready to throw your morals away. My, my, my; what would your precious God think?” Lucifer teased, voice muffled by Simeon’s skin as he started to trail little nips of his teeth along the brown skin.
“Who cares about God?! Just fuck me already!” Simeon demanded brattily. He grabbed Lucifer by his face, forcing him to make eye contact. “Can you do that for me Mr. Pride?”
Lucifer’s whole demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye at Simeon’s demand. In a flash, he manifests a bed in the center of the library, tossing the lithe man onto the mattress ungraciously. A surprised yelp jolted out the angel as he towered over Simeon; his reserved and put together appearance morphing before Simeon’s very eyes. Elegant, silky wings sprouted from Lucifer’s back and his toned form tore apart his fine threads. Lucifer ripped the tattered clothing from his pale chest and discarded his ripped slacks from his lower body. The bed dipped low beneath his weight as he kneeled one leg between Simeon’s sprawled thighs. “I believe you’re under the wrong impression here, little angel. You’re in no position to make demands. Do you understand?”
The angel audibly gulped, feeling suddenly small under his intimidating stare. “Y-yes!”
“Yes, what?” Lucifer questioned.
Simeon blinked and his mind swirled at the implications of what the demon wanted to be called. “Yes, sir?” He tried.
“Master,” Lucifer corrected.
Simeon’s eyes widened slightly. “Yes, Master.”
He could tell Lucifer liked how that sounded by the way his smirk turned into a crooked grin. “You’re my sex slave. My little pure pet to do whatever I want with. I’m going to ruin you so badly your God won’t recognize you.”
Simeon shivered and felt his cock stir in his white pants at the threat of immense pleasure. “Please, Master.”
Lucifer noticed the slight stir in his little plaything’s hips and brought his black, taloned fingers to rest on the pulsating bulge. “You depraved, horny little thing. It’s adorable to watch you unravel when I’ve barely even touched you.”
Simeon found himself pressing his hips into Lucifer’s hand, eyes low as he instinctively chased that foreign feeling of pleasure. It felt so good just to have any kind of friction, yet it wasn’t enough. The more Lucifer lightly caressed his cock through his pants, the hotter he felt. His skin felt warm and his veins were coursing with an excitement he didn’t know how to process. He just knew he wanted more and he’d comply with whatever demands Lucifer wanted.
“First things first: your clothes.” Lucifer tore them off with his claws, leaving Simeon bare on the bed. On instinct, Simeon covered his naked form with his hands. Lucifer swatted them away. “Don’t hide from me.”
Simeon resisted every urge within him to shy away from Lucifer’s penetrating stare. His cock stood tall and erect, throbbing from his lust and being suddenly exposed to the cool atmosphere of the room. He watched as Lucifer looked him over and he found himself doing the same, fully taking in Lucifer’s demonic form.
Lucifer loomed over him and he found his eyes trailing from Lucifer's full pecks, down his abs where a small trail of black hair formed. At the base of his crotch rested a very long and gargantuan cock and a set of hefty balls. Lucifer’s cock was veiny with a knot bulging near the top. Simeon felt his mouth drying up at the mere sight of it. How was
that
supposed to fit inside of him?! Surely it’d break him in half!
Maybe it’s not as bad as it looks . . .
Before Simeon knew what he was doing, he was reaching out to try and touch the girthy appendage. Lucifer’s large black hand gripped Simeon’s slender wrist tightly and a growl rumbled deep in his chest.
“Did I say you could touch me, pet ?” Lucifer bit out.
“No, b–but I–”
Lucifer cut him off with a tsk . “ Good pets know their place. Obedient slaves know not to touch their Master unless allowed. It looks like I need to teach you proper obedience.”
“Wait– Luci! I’m sor– hnk !” Simeon tried to stammer out an apology only to be cut off by a snap of Lucifer’s fingers. Magic restraints slithered around Simeon’s wrists and ankles so tightly even when he tugged on it he had little room to move. Silly black material slinked its way around his eyes, obscuring his vision completely. Simeon tried to apologize again only to realize his mouth had been gagged with a strip of black tape.
“That’s better. Isn’t it?” Lucifer asked knowing full well Simeon couldn’t answer. He listened amusedly as the other man tugged and grunted against his restraints. “This’ll be a good way to teach you how to properly address me and how to keep your hands to yourself.”
Lucifer hovered over Simeon, clawed fingers running themselves down his naked and toned body. The tips of his sharp nails caressed Simeon’s skin like a light feather, tickling the most sensitive parts to truly tease the angel. They made their way down his taut chest, lightly scraping across his pert nipples. This caused a jolt to Simeon’s body and a quiet moan muffled by his gag released from him. Lucifer did that a couple of more times, delicately playing with Simeon’s nipples like little buttons, watching his cock ooze out precum like a leaky faucet. Simeon’s back arched off the bed in an attempt to press his tingling nipples further into Lucifer’s touch but it was of no use. Lucifer would always pull away at just the right moment.
It was quite the sight to behold: Simeon, flushed face and all, pulling with all his strength to fuck the object of his infatuation only to be denied. It was cute to be quite honest and it made Lucifer’s pride swell that he could garner this reaction from such an esteemed angel. “ Aw , look at my little pet. Look at your pathetic cock leaking all over the place,” Lucifer cooed mockingly. “I bet you’re dying to have me touch you there. Aren’t you?” Lucifer grinned as he continued to flick Simeon’s nipples.
“Hmm!” Simeon groaned out, desperately trying to convey he did in fact want to be touched on his cock.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that?” The long stretch of Lucifer’s muscles arms allowed him to nestle between Simeon’s legs over his throbbing cock and still comfortably tweak his sensitive buds. Lucifer’s breath fanned over the painfully erect cock that twitched at the proximity of his lips. “You do want this pathetic cock to be touched don’t you?”
“ PLEASE! ” Simeon damn near screamed into the duct tape.
Lucifer shook his head, slightly brushing his lips against the tip of Simeon’s cock, making Simeon groan. “If only I could hear you answer. It’s such a shame, really.” Lucifer blew cool air onto the cock into front of him, watching Simeon’s balls tense up and his whole length twitch. Lucifer took pity on the man; long tongue slithering out to lap up the sheen of precum coating the cocktip. This earned the demon a muffled gasp from Simeon, his hips bucking up at the most welcome friction.
A myriad of emotions burst within Simeon the moment he felt Lucifer’s tongue licking around his cock. He felt like he was on the verge of exploding and that feeling was steadily building. He’d never touched his cock before, let alone ever had a tongue down there. It was as if the fires of Devildom themselves had stoked in his lower belly and the more Lucifer touched his sensitive chest while he licked his tip he was sure he’d cum embarrassingly all over Lucifer’s pretty face. Pleasure bloomed within him to the point he couldn’t control the sporadic bucking of his hips. He didn’t care if this was all Lucifer was willing to give him right now. It felt so good and he craved so much more of it.
“Had I known angel cock was this good, I would’ve snatched you away from the Celestial Realm a long time ago,” Lucifer hummed before greedily engulfing Simeon’s entire cock down his throat. Lucifer buried the pulsating cock down his esophagus, letting his long tongue slip out the bottom to lick in between Simeon’s balls.
Before Simeon even knew what was happening, he was cumming down Lucifer’s throat so goddamn hard he could see stars through his black blindfold. He yelled into his gag, hips twitching as Lucifer sucked mercilessly away. Lucifer swallowed the load of cum easily and continued to suck long after he’d finished, trying his best to milk Simeon for all he had. Simeon whimpered at the constant sucking, desperately trying to pull away but to no avail. His body was flip flopping between pleasure and pain the more his overly sensitive cock was toyed with. No matter how much he screamed Lucifer didn’t stop until he was on the verge of cumming again so quickly.
Simeon could only describe this feeling as painful euphoria. He’d never felt this sensation from anything in his long life span. His first orgasm was amazing—beyond amazing even. But this . . . this was something else that was making him teeter on the edge of cracking if he let him go or if he didn’t cum soon. He wasn’t sure what his body wanted more of. No —he knew he desperately wanted to–
“On your side, pet.” Lucifer cut off Simeon’s inner downward spiral of lust with a snap of his fingers, releasing the angel of his restraints, his gag and his blindfold.
Simeon blinked blearily, unmoving from exhausting himself from cumming so hard. “Master, my legs are jello.”
Lucifer huffed, crawling over the angel’s form to roll him over and situate himself behind him. He ignored Simeon’s whimpering and nestled his cock in between Simeon’s cheeks. “A–am I about to be fucked, Master?”
“ Fucked is such an… underwhelming word, my little pet,” Lucifer hummed, skimming his lips along Simeon’s shoulder. “My cock will make you see the God you so dedicatedly pray to. I will breed that little asshole so well and make that little angelic voice sing my praise so loud he’ll hear it on that All-Mighty throne of his.”
As Simeon processed the words whispered into his ear he could feel Lucifer’s bulbous cocktip massaging his tight hole open. It felt much larger than it appeared to be and Simeon’s eyes widened when he felt globs of precum oozing from the tip. “M-master, hold on. I don’t think that’s going to fi- haaaa !”
Simeon’s hole stretched tautly over Lucifer's fat cockhead and Simeon was sure he was on the brink of passing out from being abruptly stretched open so wide. Warm fluid seeped around the straining skin and tears pricked the corner of his eyes. A hand gripped his hip, digging into his flesh hard enough to draw blood causing him to whimper. It hurt so bad and felt incredibly good, yet he wanted to pull away with all his strength.
“Ah, ah, ahh… I’m not allowing you to run away from me,” Lucifer chided. “Can you feel it? Leaking inside you, making you feel more relaxed, more aroused?”
The angel sniffled slightly, nodding his head against the soft sheets. “I-It still hurts b-but not as much as when you first put it in.”
“Good. Good.”
“Master, since it’s my first time, will you please go slowly?”
A boisterous laugh boomed from deep within Lucifer’s chest as he looked down Simeon’s hopeful expression. “No.”
A loud high pitched yell tore its way through Simeon’s throat when Lucifer’s massive demonic cock rammed its way inside to the knot. It was so large it made Simeon’s stomach protrude with every thrust. Every stroke into the angel’s guts had him moaning and stuttering so much he was positive the whole House of Lamentation could hear him. He couldn’t focus on the sound of his own wails; only the echoing smacks of flesh coming together and the gushy noises of his hole being ruined.
Lucifer’s cock scrambled his insides, rearranging them in ways his mind couldn’t comprehend. Every pump slammed into a particular delicate spot that sent ropes of cum shooting out of his cock like a forced orgasm. It had his entire body twitching with unbridled lust and his mind went foggy from all the overwhelming pleasure. His lips tried so hard to form words, to tell him it was too much; to express how overwhelming euphoric he felt. But he couldn’t. All that spilled from his mouth were long drawn out moans and groans he had no control over.
Thick, white cum covered the sheets and Simeon’s tummy in an unending stream of ejaculation. This fueled Lucifer’s pride by an absurd amount. It made his strokes hit hard, faster. It made him growl so loudly it mingled in with Simeon’s whiny moans. He was ecstatic to make this angel all his; his cock throbbed happily at the thought.
“God, look at you,” Lucifer growled into his ear. “A high ranking angel being reduced to my pet, my breeding dump, my fucking whore.”
Simeon’s quivering hole noticeably clenched around him at every degrading word.
“Oh… You like it when I talk about breeding you? Is that it? Would you like to be bred by my powerful cock? Do you want to go back to God, filled to the brim with my nut dripping down your legs so you can show him how far you’ve fallen?”
All Simeon can do is mewl out a moan.
“That’s a good pet. Such a good fucking pet,” Lucifer groaned before rearing his head back, fangs extending.
Latching onto Simeon’s shoulder, he bit down, embedding his teeth into the brown flesh in tandem with his final thrust, knotting Simeon in the process. Simeon gasped at both sensations; eyes fluttering closed. Lucifer let himself go and unleashed a large load within the angel’s asshole, using Simeon’s shoulder to muffle his grunts. His knot swelled as he pumped out load after load deep into his insides. So much flowed into Simeon that it made his stomach swell to a medium sized bump.
Lucifer pulled his mouth from Simeon’s shoulder, licking up the bloody wound he created by marking him. When he was finished, he pulled the soft sheets over their bodies, being careful not to jostle the now passed out angel while he was still sheathed inside.
He kissed the back of Simeon’s silky hair and laid a hand on his swollen belly. “Good job, little angel.”