Of Good an Evil
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
721
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter Two
“My Lord I’m sorry I though I better come myself… I thought this might be where you were. Forgive me,” he finished bowing his head.
“It is fine Belael really it is, I appreciate it. You can drop that form though if you want. He wont be paying any attention,” He sighed sadly once he realised exactly who it was running one hand tiredly through his hair. The moment had lasted far to short a time and it had left him feeling empty again.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmm-hmm, if anything he will be trying to look any where but.” Not needing to say anything more he watched as Belael’s form shifted. There were only a few changes, the horns shrunk so they were only small bumps diagonally above and behind each temple. The wings went from being small and pitiful as all Demons’ wings were to extending and stretching to a massive span. Most of all though were the features and body, they changed from nothing but ordinary to being simply stunning. Satan smiled at his only son, the son he was never supposed to have who mirrored him in almost every way.
Still smiling proudly he stepped closer to his slightly shorter son and lifted his chin so he could look into blood red and black eyes. Something remarkable in the crossing of his blood with that of the demon whore had given his son these stunning eyes. Red where all animals held colour but black as night where they were supposed to be white. Wrapping his free arm around the demon’s waist he pulled their bodies together before brushing his lips across the others.
“Shall we go home then… or do I have to go to work?” he asked seductively running a hand along the others lower back.
“By now father you should know you can do what ever you want” he whispered back before pressing his lips against Satan’s own forcing the teasingly suggested kiss.
“Ohh…” he whispered when he broke for breath “I’m well aware of that” he chuckled evilly before wrapping both arms securely around Belael, spread his wings and headed for home.
Running a hand up his son’s back he ran it out and along the strong wings enticing a delicious shiver through the young Demon.
“As much as I love these things usually, for what I intend it would be better if you lost them.” He purred before latching onto the boys pale neck sucking gently. Obediently and with a moan the wings shrunk down into the muscular back vanishing from sight and allowing for… other things.
As soon as he knew they were not going to be in the way Satan pushed him backwards onto the bed behind them. Easily ripping off the pants that covered powerful calves and thighs he marvelled at his child’s sheer perfection. So much effort on his part to bed the wench who bore him, it had all worth it. Belael was sheer perfection and Satan knew it and took full advantage of it when ever he could. He ran a hand over Belael’s naked body tracing the dips and curves of each muscle.
“You never did tell me why you had to come and find me.” He whispered finally sliding his hand over a perfectly bare hip. Belael looked up from where he had been laying on the bed more than willing to have anything done to him.
“Hmm oh nothing just one of the minor lor-aaaa-ds trying to tAAAAke control of a situatioOOOOOOn that you should reAAAAly see to.” he feel silent into a moan as Satan teased his cock with his hand.
“Hmm and that’s all… what a waste.” Before Belael had a chance to say anything more he descended on the man’s cock, teasing it even more with a well practised tongue.
When Belael was moaning unrestrained he released his member and changed position. Lifting the mans hips off the bed and resting them on his thighs he bent over his sons body. Positioning himself properly he drove himself savagely into the tight opening without warning making Belael scream. Not giving him time to adjust he quickly began to thrust letting the blood from the savage entrance provide the small amount of lubrication it could.
If it had been any one else they would have found this agonizingly painful and far from pleasurable. As it was the sheer agony of it was just what Belael wanted and needed the pain only added to the pleasure making him moan even more. It had taken him all of two weeks to convince his father that he actually wanted to be practically raped before he would even consider it. Even then he had been cautious the first few times not really sure of himself. Now there was never any doubt to it unless he suggested it other wise. Belael had been pleased to find his father was more than willing to accommodate his sons more twisted idea of sex. The agony of it was exquisite, the pleasure of it adding to the effect. If one thing got him off more than sex it was the agony of being fucked with no preparation what so ever before hand.
He arched his back against the bed as he moaned desperately, the pleasure and agony washed over him in waves, one day this was going to kill him. He could hardly breath, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel anything but the savagely painful thrusts into his body. Distantly he noted nails cutting into his side as he was lifted into the other mans lap. Losing the friction of the previously position slightly he adjusted leaning against the powerful form against him. Wrapping his arms around his father’s neck he leaned his forehead against his shoulder and took the initiative. Lifting his hips before dropping back down he delighted in the moan that escaped the older mans lips. Hands grasped each of his hips driving him down harder than before and setting a ruthless pace. Satan moaned against his neck the mans massive wings erupting through the skin of his back as his pleasure began to peek. His father’s nails bit deep into his hips the pointed tips breaking the skin easily and digging deep into the flesh. Against him the mans body began to tense and Belael knew what he needed to push himself over the edge.
“Bite me.” he gasped “please. As hard as you can bite me” he moaned wondering if his father could understand him. Just as he began to think he hadn’t been heard sharp teeth latched onto the sensitive junction of his neck and shoulder. To start off with it wasn’t hard by any measure. The growl on his lips was killed instantly as the teeth clamped down, hard, really, hard.
He felt the warm rush inside him at the same time that sharp teeth broke the skin completely pushing into the muscles and flesh. His mind was completely engulfed in the agony and pleasure that washed over him. He tried to gasp for breath but couldn’t breath, his mind was completely overtaken as he came savagely making him almost pass out at the sensation.
“It is fine Belael really it is, I appreciate it. You can drop that form though if you want. He wont be paying any attention,” He sighed sadly once he realised exactly who it was running one hand tiredly through his hair. The moment had lasted far to short a time and it had left him feeling empty again.
“Are you sure?”
“Mmm-hmm, if anything he will be trying to look any where but.” Not needing to say anything more he watched as Belael’s form shifted. There were only a few changes, the horns shrunk so they were only small bumps diagonally above and behind each temple. The wings went from being small and pitiful as all Demons’ wings were to extending and stretching to a massive span. Most of all though were the features and body, they changed from nothing but ordinary to being simply stunning. Satan smiled at his only son, the son he was never supposed to have who mirrored him in almost every way.
Still smiling proudly he stepped closer to his slightly shorter son and lifted his chin so he could look into blood red and black eyes. Something remarkable in the crossing of his blood with that of the demon whore had given his son these stunning eyes. Red where all animals held colour but black as night where they were supposed to be white. Wrapping his free arm around the demon’s waist he pulled their bodies together before brushing his lips across the others.
“Shall we go home then… or do I have to go to work?” he asked seductively running a hand along the others lower back.
“By now father you should know you can do what ever you want” he whispered back before pressing his lips against Satan’s own forcing the teasingly suggested kiss.
“Ohh…” he whispered when he broke for breath “I’m well aware of that” he chuckled evilly before wrapping both arms securely around Belael, spread his wings and headed for home.
Running a hand up his son’s back he ran it out and along the strong wings enticing a delicious shiver through the young Demon.
“As much as I love these things usually, for what I intend it would be better if you lost them.” He purred before latching onto the boys pale neck sucking gently. Obediently and with a moan the wings shrunk down into the muscular back vanishing from sight and allowing for… other things.
As soon as he knew they were not going to be in the way Satan pushed him backwards onto the bed behind them. Easily ripping off the pants that covered powerful calves and thighs he marvelled at his child’s sheer perfection. So much effort on his part to bed the wench who bore him, it had all worth it. Belael was sheer perfection and Satan knew it and took full advantage of it when ever he could. He ran a hand over Belael’s naked body tracing the dips and curves of each muscle.
“You never did tell me why you had to come and find me.” He whispered finally sliding his hand over a perfectly bare hip. Belael looked up from where he had been laying on the bed more than willing to have anything done to him.
“Hmm oh nothing just one of the minor lor-aaaa-ds trying to tAAAAke control of a situatioOOOOOOn that you should reAAAAly see to.” he feel silent into a moan as Satan teased his cock with his hand.
“Hmm and that’s all… what a waste.” Before Belael had a chance to say anything more he descended on the man’s cock, teasing it even more with a well practised tongue.
When Belael was moaning unrestrained he released his member and changed position. Lifting the mans hips off the bed and resting them on his thighs he bent over his sons body. Positioning himself properly he drove himself savagely into the tight opening without warning making Belael scream. Not giving him time to adjust he quickly began to thrust letting the blood from the savage entrance provide the small amount of lubrication it could.
If it had been any one else they would have found this agonizingly painful and far from pleasurable. As it was the sheer agony of it was just what Belael wanted and needed the pain only added to the pleasure making him moan even more. It had taken him all of two weeks to convince his father that he actually wanted to be practically raped before he would even consider it. Even then he had been cautious the first few times not really sure of himself. Now there was never any doubt to it unless he suggested it other wise. Belael had been pleased to find his father was more than willing to accommodate his sons more twisted idea of sex. The agony of it was exquisite, the pleasure of it adding to the effect. If one thing got him off more than sex it was the agony of being fucked with no preparation what so ever before hand.
He arched his back against the bed as he moaned desperately, the pleasure and agony washed over him in waves, one day this was going to kill him. He could hardly breath, he couldn’t see, he couldn’t feel anything but the savagely painful thrusts into his body. Distantly he noted nails cutting into his side as he was lifted into the other mans lap. Losing the friction of the previously position slightly he adjusted leaning against the powerful form against him. Wrapping his arms around his father’s neck he leaned his forehead against his shoulder and took the initiative. Lifting his hips before dropping back down he delighted in the moan that escaped the older mans lips. Hands grasped each of his hips driving him down harder than before and setting a ruthless pace. Satan moaned against his neck the mans massive wings erupting through the skin of his back as his pleasure began to peek. His father’s nails bit deep into his hips the pointed tips breaking the skin easily and digging deep into the flesh. Against him the mans body began to tense and Belael knew what he needed to push himself over the edge.
“Bite me.” he gasped “please. As hard as you can bite me” he moaned wondering if his father could understand him. Just as he began to think he hadn’t been heard sharp teeth latched onto the sensitive junction of his neck and shoulder. To start off with it wasn’t hard by any measure. The growl on his lips was killed instantly as the teeth clamped down, hard, really, hard.
He felt the warm rush inside him at the same time that sharp teeth broke the skin completely pushing into the muscles and flesh. His mind was completely engulfed in the agony and pleasure that washed over him. He tried to gasp for breath but couldn’t breath, his mind was completely overtaken as he came savagely making him almost pass out at the sensation.