Of Good an Evil

Belael staggered as he reappeared into the world almost falling to the ground.

“Fuck it” he cursed leaning heavily against the nearest solid object careful of his wings. He hated that he had that weakness, any use of the power he had inherited from his father and he almost passed out.

It was pathetic. Annoying beyond belief and pathetic…

Finally sure he wasn’t going to collapse he moved away from the wall he had used for support. Wincing slightly at the twinge of pain through his spine he retracted the massive wings. Grabbing for the wall again desperately as his centre of balance shifted he cursed again.

“Fucking wings, fucking pain in the ass,”

“Come now… they can’t be that bad. If you really don’t want them I could fix that for you,” whispered a very calm familiar voice from behind him on the other side of the room.

Spinning quickly to confront who ever it was his balance failed him sending him downwards. No sooner had he started to fall than strong arms grabbed him pulling him against a strong bare chest. Startled slightly he tensed in the embrace until his mind recognised the all too unique sent.

“Father,” he stated in a sigh relaxing slightly knowing that Satan wasn’t going to let him go.

“Hmm, like I said if you don’t want your wings I could always cut them off. But then I wouldn’t be any better than that slut would I? And we can’t have that.”

Belael wanted to pull away but he knew from past experience that there was no point even trying. To put it simply, he couldn’t move unless his father decided he could.

“You knew about that?” he snarled the idea of him knowing and doing nothing was more than infuriating.

“No I didn’t… until a few minutes ago.” He replied simply those black eyes giving away nothing.

“You were there? But…” Belael finished rather weakly realising just how much his father could have learnt. The implication of that small amount of information getting to him was enough for him to kill Martet out right.

“I’m the devil dear boy I can mask my presence easily from any one… except my brother that is, fucking annoying thing to. And no… I didn’t kill the slut if that’s what you’re thinking. Not yet any way, I need to know what that fucking whore did so I can figure out exactly how she should die… or at least what will lead her to her death,” releasing his son he let him step back and simply watched him.

“I’ve been through worse… believe me, much worse. I don’t want to talk about it.” Belael whispered the last trying to avoid the conversation. His body was still shot from transferring from one place to another, he really needed to sleep. Satan continued to watch him not saying anything, the large wings perfectly still behind him.


Satan wanted answers and he wanted them now so he could kill Martet. Not that he couldn’t kill her as it was, but he wanted to know what she had tried to do to Belael. After all when you were a Demon there were worse things than death, much worse things and Satan’s imagination was legendary. However he knew that at this point in time he wasn’t going to get anything out of Belael. Not without persuasion at any rate, and Satan was also VERY good at persuasion. Although Belael had never found that out before, but he could and it was about time he did.


Before Belael could even register the movement Satan had closed the gap between them and had one arm wrapped around his lower back. His other hand moved under Belael’s chin lifting his head into a kiss that was all consuming. Belael’s arm snaked across his back heading upwards even as Satan retracted his wings.


Kissing his son with all the skill he had he was more than pleased to feel the young demon literally melt against him. By the time he released him from the kiss the only thing holding Belael up was Satan’s arm around his waist. Holding him firmly in place against his body completely breathless and more than a little flushed.


Opening his eyes Belael looked up into his fathers completely black eyes. Running his hand the rest of the way up his fathers back he curled it into the thick raven hair. Pausing to enjoy the silky feel of it he spared no more time before pulling him into another kiss. Moaning instantly as Satan ravaged his mouth with the same skill he had used moments before.


Glad when Belael instigated the next kiss Satan more than happily obliged continuing his plan of persuasion. Guiding Belael backward through the small house he claimed as his own he headed for the bedroom. Breaking the kiss he took to nibbling and suckling his way along his son’s neck basically carrying him to the room.
Laying Belael on the bed with more care than he would have usually taken he took to ravaging his mouth again with abandon. Glad for the fact that neither of them had dressed since earlier he indulged of the simple feel of skin on skin.

Holding himself above his son for a moment while he moved his hair over one shoulder he couldn’t help but smile. Belael truly was an amazingly beautiful being, he couldn’t have wished for more.

Lowering his head he ran a tongue over one sensitive nipple, circling it delicately. Flicking his tongue over the rosy bud he ran his other hand over Belael’s naked form teasing the other nipple between thumb and fore finger. Changing sides with only a small pause to steal another kiss he returned to his assault on the prone half demon.

Running a sharp clawed hand over his son’s body he ran it downwards until he could cup his balls, he was easily rewarded by a deep moan. Shifting his weight he moved both of Belael’s hands above his head in a silent order.

Running his tongue over the muscular stomach he was delighted by the whimpers he was wringing from Belael. Without warning he wrapped his lip around the length of his weeping cock and basically swallowed it. Literally making Belael fuck his mouth he occasionally paused to press his tongue against the head before swallowing it again. After Satan had used every trick he knew he released Belael’s still hard cock and looked up at his son.

“Please…” came a breathless moan.

“Please? Please what?” he asked quietly running his nails along the inside of Belael’s thigh slightly appeasing his sadistic streak.

“Please…” whispered Belael again lifting his head to look at where Satan now sat next to his hips. Running a gentle finger up the underside of his son’s cock making Belael’s back arch and his hips buck, and a loud moan escape his lips.

Watching all this Satan was more than willing to simply fuck the crap out of him and be done with it. However he needed information and persuasion was required, after all Belael didn’t want to talk about it… yet.

But then Satan had never done to Belael what he was about to. Fucked him senseless yes… actually fucked him as well as he could? No not by a long shot.

“Please…” came the same desperate whisper as Belael begged for some kind of release. Through it all Satan had made sure to keep him perfectly on the edge not giving him the chance to come but not letting him forget he wanted to.

Moving to sit between his legs, Satan placed one of them over his shoulder giving him access to Belael’s entrance. Running his tongue along the sensitive area he coated it in saliva. Reaching his hand up he pressed two fingers against Belael’s lips, it took him a moment but soon the half demon caught on and suckled them.

When Satan was sure they were coated enough not to give any pain he brought them back down. Moving again he watched his sons face as he gently pushed his first finger in. When he felt him adjust to it he began to move it slightly fascinated by his child writhing on the bed biting his lip.

“Please… I can’t…” he begged his eyes locking onto Satan’s for a moment the black pupils of them almost hiding the red.

“You can’t what?” he asked mischievously as he pushing in the second finger making Belael cry out loudly. Scissoring them he delighted in the moans and noises he managed to earn. Slipping in the third finger and the noises from Belael almost made him just rape his son right then and there.

For the first time since Satan had placed them above his head, one of Belael’s arms moved, his hand aiming for his erection. Removing his fingers from the tight opening he grabbed the hand again and moved it back up beside the other.

“Do you want it that bad?” he whispered all too seductively into his sons ear earning a moan just from the words.

“Yes,” he groaned “I need it, oh god. Please…”

“God can’t here you dear boy.” He whispered again before urging Belael to roll onto his stomach “And I’m the only one who will listen.” Pulling the breathless man into a kneeling position he continued to probe with his fingers.

Content that Belael would be denied any amount of pain when he entered Satan positioned him self slowly, resting the head of his cock against the slick entrance. Bending over the creamy back of his son he ran a hand over the smooth skin. Reaching under him he wrapped his hand around Belael twitching erection and stroked it.

Belael cried out again pushing himself backwards trying to get Satan to enter him.
Satan moved with him chuckling as a frustrated groan echoed his movement when it denied Belael what he wanted. Letting go of the hard cock in his hand Satan ran his hand over the back stretched out in front of him. Realigning himself he gently pushed into his son moaning himself as the tight wet warmth engulfed him.

Pausing when he was fully inside he leaned even further over the panting form beneath him kissing the muscled back. Gently drawing out he thrust back in again with another moan. He always forgot how tight Belael was, and it always caught him unaware.

Setting a slow but steady pace Satan allowed himself to enjoy the whimpers and deep moans that ran a constant commentary of his actions. Belael’s whole body was shuddering desperately as Satan kept him just on the edge of oblivion. As it was he could feel his own body beginning to tense and strain for a faster pace that would offer it release. Burying himself he shifted his grip on the young mans hips before pulling half out and driving himself back in with a gasp, picking up the pace he strove for what they both wanted.

Belael’s body was trembling violently from the onslaught. He would never have guessed his father, Satan, would be able to do this. His mind could focus on nothing but the tension in his belly and back as it threatened to spill itself over the sheet. Some how Satan had been denying him the small amount of pleasure he would need to orgasm but at the same time had his head spinning with it. As his father thrust into him faster than before he cried out, his back arching desperately while white spots flew in front of his eyes.

Thrusting raggedly into the man beneath him completely oblivious to almost everything around him, Satan was fixated on the small gasps coming from below him. Crying out as he spilled himself into Belael he was mildly aware of two large leathery wings spread from the young half demons back and dodged them on instinct. Leaning over the smooth skin he reached below Belael pumping his hard straining cock. In a few quick strokes he literally screamed as he spilled himself into Satan’s hand.

Taking a moment to catch his breath Satan let Belael collapse to the bed beneath him, taking Satan with him. With his head resting between Belael’s shoulder blades and his body between the massive wings, Satan listened to the unsteady beat of his sons’ heart. Allowing him self a moment to simply enjoy the feeling that washed through his body. With a sigh he dragged himself up and flopped onto the bed beside the semi conscious half demon.

“So…” he began taking a deep breath to steady his voice “Son of mine, tell me what exactly did the harlot Martet do to you.” he asked slowly running the pointed tips of his nails across Belael’s back making him mumble slightly.

“She tried to cut off my wings, to make me normal.” He mumbled obviously only half awake. Satan bristled slightly at the comment but didn’t let it show in his voice.

“When did she try and do this?” he asked again trailing his nails along the space between Belael’s wings.

“When I wouldn’t be controlled by the Lord whose pet I was supposed to be. She though if she cut them off I wouldn’t be strong enough to resist, she was probably right,” he mumbled again his words slightly muffled by the bed and his fathers soothing hand running across his back.

“And when did all this happen?” Satan whispered dangerously, Belael didn’t pick it up but he took a moment to answer.

“Not that long ago. Just before I came to find you the first time, that’s why I left she was trying to make me into some Lord’s prize.” He mumbled again.

“I see” whispered Satan his anger flaring dangerously. Rolling over and leaving the bed he spread his wings as soon as he had the room. Stretching them he prepared to transfer himself to where the Harlot was, picking her up easily.

“Your going to kill her aren’t you.” came Belael’s voice making Satan turn to look.

His son now lay on his back the massive wings retracted again, a blank look on his face. The only thing that gave away that Belael was still completely incapacitated was his uneven breathing and much unfocused eyes.

Satan smiled which was a rarity “No Belael, I’m not going to kill her.” He stated simply stretching the wings one his back. “After all, Death would be too good for her. So no my dear child I have no intention of killing her.” With another smile he vanished leaving Belael on the bed.

The half demon looked at the spot his father had occupied seconds before. He considered his fathers words for a moment and shrugged. He really couldn’t care less at the moment he felt way to good too be bothered. Rolling back onto his stomach again and slowly moving to the clean side of the bed he promptly fell asleep.