Swimmin In Sin

Meliodas shifted uncomfortably in the wooden chair, feeling the hard wood dig into the backs of his thighs. His fingers curled around the armrests, his knuckles turning white as he looked in the middle of the room. The chair was situated in a corner of his bedroom as he stared at the two people currently fucking ravenously on his bed.

The sound of skin on skin contact echoed heavily throughout the room, intermingling with the cacophony of satisfied moans and groans from the pair. Meliodas leaned forward, swallowing heavily as he looked at his best friend, who was currently railing his little brother into the mattress. However, as much as he wanted to join the pair, the blonde was forbidden from doing so. He had to stay firmly in the chair and watch the action from a distance. 

He remembered the awkward conversation they both had brought up with Ban that day. He had been the one to initiate the conversation to the Fox Sin, his face flushed a deep shade of red. They had wanted Ban to help Meliodas be a cuck; completely helpless as Ban did what he pleased to Zeldris. Ban had been properly surprised by the sudden request, looking between both brothers in utter shock. 

“Captain, are you sure?” he asked, his crimson eyes piercing into Meliodas’ soul as he stared up at his best friend. Meliodas nodded confidently, his easy going smile plastered on his face as he laced his hands behind his head. He had reassured Ban that this was what they both wanted. Meliodas had been aching to fulfill this desire of his for millenia, but never found someone he trusted enough to do this with the pair. He thanked his lucky stars that Zeldris was on board with the idea too. 

So here he was, sitting in a chair in his own bedroom as he watched Ban fuck Zeldris like there was no tomorrow. It seemed as if they had already gone for hours, the sun already having set below the horizon as the stars danced in the navy sky. Ban’s hips rolled against Zeldris’ backside, hearing Zeldris moan obscenely as he subtly pressed back against the Fox Sin. 

Ban grunted as he gripped Zeldris’ hips hard, looking over at Meliodas with a wicked grin. “Look at you, Captain,” he purred. “All the way over there, while Zeldris is having the fucking of a lifetime.” His hand slapped against Zeldris’ ass, the demon moaning appreciatively below him. Zeldris' eyes were lidded, staring at nothing as his mouth hung open, panting heatedly as he was shoved forward from the force of Ban’s thrusts. 

The bed creaked underneath the duo as Ban rocked his hips forcefully. Ban leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of Zeldris’ head. The Fox Sin loomed over Zeldris’ smaller form, his own tongue rolling out of his mouth. He leaned down, licking the side of Zeldris’ neck as he hummed eagerly. “Gods, you’re such a good fuck, Zeldris,” Ban purred, his sharp teeth scraping along his pulsepoint. 

Meliodas whimpered lightly, his hips jolting up as he watched the pair go at it. His cock was hard and straining between his thighs, precum streaming down his aching organ. Another rule that had been laid on Meliodas was that he was unable to touch himself during the whole process. No matter how much he wanted it, his hands were to stay glued to the armrests. He was a spectator in everything, not even able to jack off to the scene. 

Ban’s gravelly growl tore Meliodas’ mind back to the present, watching them eagerly as Ban glanced up at him. He licked his lips, flashing him a toothy smile between grunts. “Meliodas could never even hope to satisfy you as well as I can. He’s a decent fucker at best. My cock reaches far deeper than the captain's, doesn’t it Zeldris?” The raven-haired male let out a series of garbled moans as a response. 

The Fox Sin groaned, clenching his jaw as his thrusts became more erratic. His heavy balls slapped against Zeldris’ backside, his hips jacking up and down as he drilled into Zeldris’ ass with a frenzied passion. Shakily, Zeldris pushed his upper half up from the bed, starting to rock back into Ban’s thrusts. The erotic sounds increased as Ban chased his orgasm, his growls echoing off the walls. 

Meliodas watched the pair eagerly, seeing Ban’s face scrunch up as he thrust a couple more times before he buried himself inside his brother one last time, releasing his load deep inside him. Zeldris unloaded soon after, his body trembling as his cum covered the bedsheets. Unable to help himself, Meliodas’ hand drifted to his cock as he looked at them, wrapping his hand around it and giving just a few strokes. 

However his pleasure was short-lived as Ban snapped at him. “I see that hand, captain. You’re not allowed to touch yourself remember? Do I need to tie your hands to the armrests so you don’t touch yourself?” Meliodas shook his head, his hand settling back on the wooden armrest. His nails dug into the wood, biting his tongue as he looked at his aching cock. Ban smiled, humming softly as he nodded in approval. “Good boy.” 

Ban was quick to pull out of Zeldris, the demons’ legs unable to support himself as his lower half slumped into the mattress. “Fuck,” Zeldris whispered, his face covered in sweat as he fought to catch his breath. Ban sat back on his haunches, his cock already hardening again. “We’re not done yet, pretty demon,” the Fox Sin purred, his hands trailing along his spine lightly. 

Zeldris glanced behind himself, his eyebrows raising as he saw his cock once-more at full mast. Ban had quite a lot of stamina for a human. Before he could process what was happening, he found himself being flipped over onto his back, his legs spread as Ban thrusted inside him again. Meliodas shuddered, his eyes fluttering at the wet squelch as Ban entered Zeldris roughly. Zeldris’ back was arched, his legs suspended on either side of the Fox Sin as Ban started to pile drive into him mercilessly. 

Zeldris quickly started moaning again, his head pressed against the sheets, looking up into Ban’s crimson eyes. “Why don’t you tell your sweet brother how good I feel?” Ban whispered heatedly, licking his lips subtly. He gripped one of Zeldris’ legs, raising it over his shoulder as he thrust even deeper into his ass. Zeldris glanced over at Meliodas as he forcefully twisted on Ban’s cock, his face flushed red as he fought for breath. “So good,” he gasped, “Brother, he feels so fucking good. He’s reaching so deep inside me with his dick.” Meliodas swallowed, raising an eyebrow as he smirked. “Yeah?” Zeldris nodded eagerly in response, gasping as Ban grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back to look at Meliodas directly. 

“Meliodas couldn’t do half as good a job as I can, right Zeldris? His little dick could never reach as deep inside you like I can. Fill your tight ass up like I can,” Ban sneered as they looked at Meliodas’ pathetic face together. Zeldris shook his head, unable to form a sentence as he was brutally pounded into. Meliodas whimpered slightly as he saw the faint outline of Ban’s dick in Zeldris’ lower stomach. 

Suddenly, Ban paused, his cock halfway inside Zeldris’ ass. The demon blearily opened his eyes at the sudden stop, looking up into the Fox Sin’s face. Meliodas paused too, leaning forward eagerly as he waited for what his friend would say next. Ban curled a finger in Meliodas’ direction. 

“Come here.” 

Meliodas nearly collapsed from the chair, stumbling over to the bed as Zeldris’ legs were lowered to the ground once more. His legs trembled underneath him, his hearts racing erratically. His hands stayed glued to his sides, his ears on alert for Ban’s next words. What would he be ordered to do next?

“You’ve been a good boy, Mel. I think it’s time to give the poor boy a reward. Don’t you think so, Zel? Or does he need to go back in the chair for another hour?” Meliodas’ head spun, his fingers twitching as he swallowed heavily. To his immense luck, Zeldris nodded. Ban’s smirk grew tremendously as he looked between the brothers. 

Ban kneeled on the bed, his hands twisting Zeldris around on the bed. He looked down into Zeldris’ face, stroking his hair as he offered his dick to the younger demon. “Here’s your treat, Zeldris.” Immediately, he leaned forward, suckling on the head of Ban’s throbbing dick. He gagged slightly as Ban slowly inserted more and more of his massive cock down his throat. 

Meliodas could barely register Ban’s delighted sounds, too focused on staring at Zeldris’ ass. His entire backside was covered in sticky semen, dribbling down his taint, balls, and backs of his legs. His anus was stretched wide, clenching rhythmically around nothing as he gently waved his ass back and forth. As if it wanted to be filled again. 

“Please, Ban,” Meliodas whimpered, his hips jerking slightly in the air. Gods he needed to be inside his brother so badly. He wanted to sink into that ass and take him once more. Ban shook his head as he looked back up at Meliodas, his grin never wavering. “You ain’t getting no more, Mel. The last time you fucked… guh - was the last time you fucked.”

He was cut off as he thrusted deep inside Zeldris’ throat, letting out a pleased groan. “This ass,” Ban’s hand collided with the fleshy part of his brother’s backside, the younger jolting from the sharp spank, “Doesn’t belong to you anymore. It hasn’t for quite some time.” He glanced back up at his friend. “But I will tell you what you can do. You can relieve yourself. Finally let that orgasm take over. But you aren't allowed to penetrate Zeldris anymore. Got it, pretty boy?” 

Meliodas nodded silently, silent relief washing through him as his hand immediately wrapped around his aching organ, jerking roughly into his hand. “Thank you,” he whispered under his breath, his gaze glued to Zeldris’ backside as it swayed, pitching back and forth as he swallowed Ban’s cock with a frenzied passion. 

His hand was a blur as he quickly chased his pleasure, hearing Ban starting to near his end again. An orgasm tingled along his spine, Meliodas’ hands moving even faster as he fucked into his own hand. His hips rocked in tandem with Zeldris’, the head of his cock inches away from his gaping hole. Their moans bounced off the walls, Meliodas barely able to support himself as the three of them chased their pleasure. 

Finally Ban gave a hefty groan, grabbing Zeldris face and pressing his nose into his pubes, finally spilling his seed down the demons’ gullet. Zeldris choked at the sudden action, his body trembling as he too reached his orgasm. Another splurt of seed stained the bed sheets below him as he released again. The sight of Zeldris cumming was enough to ensure Meliodas’ own end. 

His body was stiff as his seed splattered onto the back of Zeldris’ thighs, mixing with Ban’s as fresh ropes of cum hit his skin. Meliodas’ eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned in utter bliss. It felt like his orgasm would go on forever. However it did finally stop, his mind slowly easing back to the present. 

All three collapsed, their breathing heavy as Meliodas slithered onto the bed, Ban pulling Zeldris close to his side, giving the younger demon a soft kiss. “You both did so well. I’m proud of you, captain.” Meliodas lifted his head from the pillows, hope kindling in his breast as he looked eagerly at his friend. “Really?” Ban nodded absentmindedly, trailing his fingers through the sticky cum that stained Zeldris’ ass. 

Lucifer walked across the cobbled streets of Liones, the sun shining brightly above. Small, fluffy clouds dotted the cerulean sky above, drifting across slowly. The town was bustling after the king’s ceremony, Lucifer taking everything in as his eyes darted around. 

He observed children running around, laughing merrily as they tried to chase one another in a game of tag, weaving between the bodies of other adults who were scattered around the area. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted in the air, combined with sweet pastries and other food items that were on display. Adults laughed and talked amongst each other, the energy clearly in high spirits. 

The goddess glanced back to his companions, looking at the blonde-haired male that led the group. His hands were laced behind his head as he strolled about, his emerald-green eyes aloof. A smirk graced Lucifer’s face as he saw Hawk trotting ahead of them, exclaiming his usual chant of ‘piggy trot’ as he walked. 

Diane slowly leaned over the group, her boots thumping loudly behind them as she looked at Meliodas. “Hey, Captain, did you ever figure out what the king’s omen meant?” she asked. Lucifer’s smile fell as he eyed the demon as well, curious to know his response. 

He had accompanied the other sins in a ceremony to receive medals from the king of Liones, to thank them for saving the kingdom from Hendrickson. Normally Lucifer would hesitate to even harm a demon, but the situation was different this time around. A gray demon had taken over Hendrickson’s body in a grand plot to get rid of the king of Liones and rule with the New Generation. 

After the ceremony, Batra had gathered them all into the throne room to discuss with them a vision he had seen. Only seven words had been spoken to them. “The new omen is of ten shadows.” Lucifer had hoped the king had meant who he thought he had meant. But he held his tongue, trying to keep his composure as he listened to the king amongst his comrades. 

The goddesses’ thoughts were interrupted as Meliodas spoke up, his voice nonchalant. “No,” he replied, “not yet anyway. All I know is that something big may happen.” ‘You know, just as well as I do what Bartra was talking about,’ Lucifer thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at his leader through his light brown hair. Most of the sins had no idea that they had direct associations to the ‘ten shadows’ that had been locked up. They didn’t need to know. 

Meliodas glanced his way, their eyes meeting. He gave a subtle shake of his head, too subtle to be noticed by the others. But Lucifer understood it perfectly, his hands curling at his sides. He was not to say a word about their past. It would come up in time, and then they would explain themselves. Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, as did Meliodas’, but Lucifer stayed silent. Satisfied, they continued to stroll. The group walked down a little ways, before all hell broke loose. 

The ground started shuddering violently, the buildings around them shaking as the citizens started to panic. They ran around, scooping up their children and loved ones as they looked for shelter from the shaking. Lucifer looked around, seeing his companions startled as they braced themselves. Hawk whipped around, his ears flapping wildly. 

“What’s going on?” he shrieked, looking from side to side. He ran in a circle, squealing as he claimed it was the end of the world. Just as quickly as the quake started, it stopped, life returning to normal. Birds started singing again, squirrels chattering in the nearby oak trees. Lucifer stood still alongside Meliodas, his eyes wide as he sensed a familiar magical energy. A powerful, magical energy that he had not sensed in 3000 years. “Lucifer, wait-.” But he was gone in a matter of seconds, uninterested in hearing the group. 

He ignored them as they called him back, Meliodas still frozen in the middle of the street, his face twisted in rage at the realization of the magical energy. Lucifer’s feet pounded along the cobblestone, his heart ringing in his ears as he ran to the gates of the city. He had to get out of the humans’ eyesight so he could activate his power. He pushed past everyone as they walked around, dazed and confused. 

His feet touched grass, and he was flying. His black wings flapped furiously, arrowing him towards the magical force that had swept over the land like a storm cloud. Lucifer’s heart beat erratically, trying to wipe away tears as he soared high over Britannia’s lands, the fields dotted below him. He didn’t give a damn at this point if anybody saw him. Meliodas would probably be furious with the way he reacted, but he didn’t care. 

All he cared about at this moment was getting to the center of the power source. 

He flew for miles, the sun eventually fading past the mountains. The sky lit up with stars that dotted the sky, the moon shedding a pale glow on the land. And still Lucifer flew, even as his wings ached for a brief respite, his muscles starting to cramp from the flying. The goddess dared not slow down. No even for a minute. 

The magical power grew more intense as he came closer to the source. He approached what was left of Edinburgh, replaced by a large pink and purple mass that spread across the land, branching out in every direction. He finally could see ten figures resting on one of the branches as Lucifer came closer. 

His eyes searched on every one of the figures, tears brimming as he saw a familiar figure stand in response to his approach. The figure grew dark wings that slid along his back, quickly taking to the sky and barreling towards him, his own face streaked with tears as he raced towards the other. 

“Zeldris!” Lucifer cried out, finally embracing the demon. He felt Zeldris’ strong arms wrap around him as they circled slowly in the sky, their magic keeping them aloft as they embraced tightly. Lucifer buried his head in Zeldris’ neck, his entire body shuddering as he began to cry. The goddess felt Zeldris’ arms wrap even tighter around him, pressing their faces together as he sighed deeply. 

“At last, we are reunited,” Zeldris murmured, his voice breaking slightly. Lucifer pulled away, staring into Zeldris’ face as his eyes searched. The demon was as handsome as ever, his dark eyes glimmering in the dim moonlight through his jet-black hair. His mouth twisted into a small smile as he looked up at the goddess. “It’s been three thousand years,” Lucifer murmured. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

 Zeldris cupped Lucifer’s cheek softly, bringing their foreheads together as he wiped his tears away with his armored glove. “I’ve missed you too, Lucifer. Terribly. But finally, we are reunited again, my love. Ready to exact revenge on those who sealed us away.” Lucifer chuckled through his tears, grasping Zeldris’ free hand in his own  as he steadied them out, their circling dance slowly coming to an end. 

Zeldris looked behind himself at the other Commandments that were still on the pink structure. They were all looking at the pair, seemingly at ease as they looked at the two from below. “Come, I’m sure the Commandments will be eager to greet you.” He started flying back down, but Lucifer tugged him back to his side. 

Lucifer cupped the demons’ jaw, bringing them in for a passionate kiss. Lucifer tilted his head, sighing as he felt Zeldris’ arms around his waist again, bringing him in close as he melted into the loving gesture. They pulled away, giving one last peck as they gazed at each other in adoration. “Shall we go now? We have much to do,” Lucifer said. Zeldris smirked, his eyes flashing as he tugged the Goddess along, their hands clasped together as they drifted down. 

The wooden floorboards creaked under Zeldris’ boots as he stalked across the room. Torches along the walls shed warm orange light flickering across the worn-down walls of the small inn. An old woman was seated at the other end of a small desk, a quill and a stack of crumpled parchment paper spread across the smooth surface. 

Zeldris paused, feeling a much bigger body step into place behind him. Mael of the Four Archangels. He had been tasked to work with the bastard on a mission, unable to refuse his fathers’ request. There was nobody else that could do this job. Zeldris was the best of the best. And currently, it was a curse on his shoulders. A temporary truce with one of his enemies. 

Without greeting the old human, he started to speak. “We wish to have two rooms tonight. One for each of us,” he said crisply. The woman ruffled through the papers, humming to herself as her wrinkled eyes skimmed over the rooms. After a few moments she shook her head. “I’m terribly sorry gentlemen, but our single-guest rooms are all booked for the night. You’ll have to share a room.” 

The demon grit his teeth in frustration, enamel grinding as he tensed up. “There has to be something,” he said, placing his gloved hand on the counter. “I refuse to share a room with this asshole.” he jerked his thumb behind him, gesturing to Mael. He heard the Archangel huff in annoyance behind him. “I can hear you, you know,” Mael grumbled. Zeldris looked over his shoulder at him. “That’s the point,” he hissed. 

He turned back to the woman, but she stayed firm to her word. “I’m sorry. You can try another inn to see if they have other rooms available. Or you can have a shared room for the night.” Zeldris was unwilling to try any other inn, too exhausted from the day’s journey to continue. He rubbed his face with his hands, grumbling quietly to himself. He fished out his coin pouch from his pocket, tossing the required amount of gold onto the counter, hearing it clatter onto the wood as the woman scooped it up in her palms. 

She slid them the key, Mael quickly swiped it before Zeldris got a chance to even reach for it. “Thank you kindly, ma’am,” Mael said sweetly, flashing her a smile as he turned around. Begrudgingly, Zeldris followed him up the creaky stairs, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought to contain his immense frustration. 

Mael stopped at a door, jamming the key in the hole and twisting it. They both heard the gentle click as the door gave way, swinging inwards slowly to reveal a dark room. Zeldris stepped inside, wincing at the horrific smell and state of the room. The sheets, thank goodness, were at least washed. However the bed frame had looked as if it had seen better days. It looked seconds from collapsing.  The rug was absolutely filthy, dirt and other questionable splotches dotting the fabric. 

Zeldris started to wish he had gone to another inn. With a flick of his finger, he lit up every candle in the room, providing some much needed light. Mael closed the door, locking it behind them as he looked around the space. “This place has seen better days,” he murmured. He sat on the bed, wincing at the stiffness of it as he bounced up and down. 

“Which is why we need to get to sleep as soon as possible,” Zeldris grumbled as he set his sword down by the wall, leaning against the wall with one foot propped against it. Mael’s eyes narrowed as he stared hard at the Demon. “Why are you being so hostile today?” he asked, his voice taking on a tense edge. Zeldris choked out a laugh at the unexpected question, his dark eyes glimmering like onyx. “Why the fuck do you think? I’m being forced to work with a Goddess. A disgusting, vile Goddess. The sooner I can get back to the Demon Realm the better.” 

He was pleased to see that he was starting to get Mael worked up. Mael stood up from the tense bed, stalking over to Zeldris as he looked up at the other, his own body tensing up. “Could you at least pretend to tolerate me?” he seethed, his blue eyes glittering dangerously as he hovered over the Demon. “I’m being forced as well to work with a scum such as yourself for this mission too. If we can get past our hatred for each other, we will be able to work through this quicker. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can go our separate ways.” 

Zeldris snorted, crossing his arms over his head as he raised an eyebrow. “Why should I lie? We both know that we hate each other. And plus,” his lips curled into a nasty sneer, “I find it incredibly amusing to rile you up. I know that you have some internal quarrel with us Demons. You seem to hold jealousy for some reason.” Mael hissed through bared teeth, slamming the palm of his hand against Zeldris’ head. However the other didn’t flinch. It only seemed to encourage his irate taunting more. 

“Who could it possibly be that you harbor such jealousy for?” Zeldris rubbed his chin as he waited a few seconds. His sickening grin never left his face as he looked into Mael’s blue eyes. “Could it be that you hate my own brother Meliodas? The rumors suggest that he and Elizabeth have been seeing each other for quite a few moons now.” Mael remained deathly silent, breathing harshly through his nose as he gritted his teeth in frustration. 

Zeldris clicked his tongue, unphased by Mael’s anger. “Ah, it’s all coming together now. You fell in love with the daughter of the Supreme Deity, but were beaten to the punch when my own brother snatched her from you. Is that it? Are you mad that my brother can fuck her instead of you-.” Zeldris’ voice was cut off as Mael’s strong hands gripped his shoulders tightly. 

He was slammed onto the bed, grunting from the board-like consistency of the mattress. He turned around as Mael stalked towards him. His eyes were glittering dangerously in the flickering candlelight, silently daring Zeldris to continue speaking. “I bet Meliodas can fuck Elizabeth better than you can. No wonder she chose her enemy rather than her own comrade.” “Shut the fuck up, stupid Demon. I’m ten times better than your stupid bitch of a brother,” Mael snarled, his hand tightening on Zeldris' throat, cutting off his air. 

“Show me,” Zeldris croaked out, struggling to breathe for a minute. Mael paused, his hand loosening around Zeldris’ throat as he studied him. “Repeat that?” he asked. Zeldris coughed as he cleared his throat. Even with the sudden assault, he was still ready for the challenge. “Show me how good you fuck. Since you claim that you can do it better than my own brother.” 

Mael smirked, his body pressing against Zeldris’ as he purred in his ear. “You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into, Zeldris. I’ll have you screaming my name within ten minutes.” Zeldris swallowed lightly, keeping his face devoid of any intense emotion. “Try me. I bet you can’t make me scream in thirty minutes,” he sneered in response.

 He felt those large, calloused hands trail over his body, up the sides of his lithe form, roaming over his exposed muscles. He sat up to assist Mael with shrugging off the top part of his red bodysuit. One of the Goddesses’ hands started slowly trailing down, ghosting over his abs, sliding down and wrapping around his flaccid cock. Zeldris crooked an eyebrow as he looked at him. 

“You have to do something to make me hard,” he drawled. He felt himself being roughly turned on his hands and knees. His chest was roughly pushed down into the bedsheets, the stench of the cleaner filling his nose and making him lightheaded. He tried to shift so his nose wasn’t outright buried in the blanket, but was firmly held down. “Don’t fucking move,” Mael hissed. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Zeldris taunted back, fighting the urge to gag at the disgusting smell. 

He jolted, fighting back a gasp as he felt Mael’s hand land a harsh smack to his backside. “Be quiet.” However Zeldris did not. He continued his teasing words at the Goddess, rocking his hips back and forth. “I could barely feel that.” Infuriated, Mael’s hand continued to slap against Zeldris’ plump backside, the red fabric spread taught over his pert globes from the angle. However Zeldris made no noise of pleasure, biting his tongue as he felt his ass stinging from the pain. 

“That seems to have done the trick,” Mael smirked, roughly grabbing the smaller male’s dick from below, seeing it tented in his pants. “Who knew you had a spanking kink, you dirty Demon.” He continued to stroke him, feeling a spot becoming wet from his ministrations. His lust overtaking his mind, he released Zeldris’ cock, grabbing the fabric in his hand and yanking. 

It tore easily with a loud rip, wringing a startled cry from the Demon below him. “Hey!” he cried out as his suit was ripped apart as his body was exposed to Mael’s hungry eyes. Mael swallowed, licking his lips as he stared at the rosy cheeks, his balls hanging below as his puckered entrance was bared to him. He paused for a few seconds, Zeldris quiet underneath him as he waited for Mael to continue. 

Quickly, he shoved his fingers in Zeldris’ mouth, hearing him gag slightly from the sudden intrusion. He felt Zeldris get to work, swirling his tongue around his digits to moisten them. Even if this was hate sex, he would never want to hurt Zeldris by taking him dry. He just wanted to teach the Demon his place. 

After a few minutes, his fingers were moistened just enough, Mael removing his fingers from Zeldris’ mouth. Zeldris tensed up as he felt one of Mael’s massive fingers swirling around his entrance, gently thrusting in and out to slowly loosen him up. Followed by two a few moments later. Finally, Zeldris got impatient, rocking his hips back as he tried to quicken the pace. “Come on, Archangel. Is this lovemaking or fucking? Because it sure as hell feels like lovemaking to me!” He heard Mael snarl in annoyance behind him, quickening the pace of his thrusting fingers. 

He jammed his fingers rough in Zeldris’ backside, feeling his heated walls clench around him as he continued to thrust and jab brutally, his fingers dragging torturously along his slickened walls. However Zeldris was still quiet, not even making one single whimper of pleasure. Growling in silent frustration, he started curling his fingers, searching for one spot that he knew would wrong out something from the smaller male below him. 

It wasn’t but a few minutes later that he felt Zeldris clench tightly around him, smirking wickedly in delight. He found it. He continued to slowly press his fingers against it, massaging it and working it as he looked over at Zeldris. The Demons’ eyes were clenched, his tongue hanging out. As he shuddered. But he refused to make a single noise. Gods damn it all! 

He removed his fingers, shuffling himself on the bed as he unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down his hips as he stroked his own throbbing cock. “You’re pretty damn good at this so far, I’ll give you that,” Mael said, watching as Zeldris started to get his bearings. “I-I told you,” Zeldris panted, feeling Mael’s massive rod starting to rut slowly between his cheeks. “You wouldn’t get me to cry within thirty minutes.” “Well we still have about eighteen minutes remaining. I’d say I have plenty of time to call your bluff.” 

He leaned down to nuzzle against Zeldris’ ear, grabbing his cock with one hand as he started to press the head against the Demons’ opening softly. “But I know I’ll make you scream my name. And I know just how to do it.” Without waiting for Zeldris to question his motives, he jerked his hips forward, fully seating himself to the hilt inside the other. Zeldris gasped, his entire body tensing as he shuddered. “F-fuck,” he hissed through bared teeth. 

“There we go,” Mael purred, nibbling on Zeldris’ ear as he began to brutally rock his hips. He showed absolutely no mercy to the Demon, harshly grabbing his hips as he pulled his entire cock out, only to force it back inside him like a battering ram. Mael was pleased to hear small noises coming from Zeldris, who tried desperately to stop them from escaping. However it was to no avail. 

He wrung his fingers in Zeldris’ raven locks, clenching his fingers to the roots as he forced Zeldris’ head back, continuing with his brutal rocking motion as he panted roughly in his ear. “I-I’ll give you one thing, Demon,” he growled. “You certainly are tight.” With each heavy thrust, Zeldris was shoved forward, the bed creaking dangerously underneath them. And even then Mael didn’t stop his movements. He’d fuck Zeldris until the bed broke if that’s what it took to make him cry out. 

After one particularly hard thrust, he heard Zeldris whimper his name. “What was that?” he asked teasingly, his hips stopping their movements. Zeldris rocked his hips back, trying to continue the movement. “His eyes opened, glaring at the Archangel as he snarled. “Fuck me, Mael. Do it.” Mael smirked triumphantly. “Gladly.” His hips continued their brutal tempo, Zeldris showing no restraint now as he arched his back like a cat, allowing Mael for deeper and rougher penetration. 

Zeldris’ loud cries of his name bounced off the walls, a litany of moans and whimpers escaping as he was rocked forward. Mael’s hand remained fisted in Zeldris’ hair, keeping him from moving his head as he chased his pleasure. He could feel his orgasm approaching with every thrust, his own breathing becoming heavy. His thrusts became sloppy and unorganized, hearing Zeldris starting to near his own end, trying to warm Mael that he was about to orgasm. 

Quicker than thought, he grabbed Zeldris’ dick in his hand tightly, wringing a whimpering cry below him. “I get to cum first, since I’m the winner.” “Then just fucking cum already, asshole,” Zeldris snarled raggedly. Mael needed no further encouragement, the slapping of skin on skin bouncing off the walls as the Archangel chased his pleasure. 

He was quick to spill inside the Demon, groaning stiffly as his fingers dug into Zeldris’ hips. He released Zeldris’ cock, rocking his own hips to help bring Zeldris to his own release. The Demon was reduced to whimpers and cries of pleasure as he got closer and closer to release. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh gods please oooh-,” Zeldris stammered, crying out loudly as he also came, milking Mael’s cock as he stained the sheets below him. 

Zeldris collapsed, breathing heavily as his entire body started to relax. Mael slowly eased out of him, watching his own release slowly start to run down the back of his legs. Zeldris slowly got up, hobbling over to the bathroom and cleaning himself off from their fluids. 

When he came back, Mael was already tucked in the covers, hands behind his head as he smirked triumphantly at the other. “I believe that you are the loser,” he grinned. Zeldris rolled his eyes as he waved him off. “We both lost, idiot.” “Whatever. Now come over here so we can get some sleep.” Begrudgingly, he slipped into the bed, wrapping the portion of covers he had around his naked body. He felt his eyes drift shut, Mael’s arm draping over him as the moonlight filtered through the dark room. 

The sharp scent of mint mingled in the air, the lights above the bed dimmed as Zeldris squirmed on the bed, completely helpless. A hand carded through his raven locks, tugging harshly on his roots and causing his head to be yanked back harshly. Pain slithered up his spine, followed by a spike of pleasure as his eyes slid shut. 

His arms wiggled behind him fruitlessly, the ropes that bound them together rubbing against his sensitive skin. He would surely have rope burns on his skin by tomorrow morning, but Zeldris didn’t mind. Not now at least. Zeldris’ head was pressed into the array of pillows behind him, slightly muffling the sound around him as he felt Gelda moving above him. 

Her other hand slithered up his exposed stomach, tracing over his muscled abs and chiseled chest. “G-Gelda,” Zeldris panted, his chest heaving as he felt her slender fingers slowly continuing their path up his body. He sucked in a harsh breath as one of his nipples was grabbed harshly, the blonde twisting and rubbing it between her fingers. 

Gelda shushed him softly, swinging a leg over his body as she continued to twist and rub until one of his nipples grew hard and stiff in her hold. After a few moments, she switched to the other one, leaning down to kiss the tip of his ear. Her heavy breasts pressed against him as her tongue flicked out from her plump lips to trace against the curve of his ear. 

“Who’s a good boy?” Gelda whispered sweetly, her hot breath blowing against his ear. A full-blown shudder raced through Zeldris’ body, causing his back to arch in pleasure. Gelda’s hand slowly unwound itself from Zeldris’ raven hair, but not without giving another rough tug. It soon came to stroke against his cheek, gently moving up and down his skin as her lips pressed against his body

She gently kissed down his ear, making her way to his jawline, and eventually to his lips. “Gelda, please” Zeldris moaned, their lips barely brushing against one another. He could feel a hard, rubbery object pressing against his own length, slowly gyrating her hips down to drag their cocks together. “What’s my name, Zel?” Gelda growled, her hips completely stopping their movement. 

Zeldris swallowed hard as he struggled to clear up the sexual fog in his mind. Finally, he gazed up at his wife, licking his lips as he said in a tiny voice, “Mommy.” Her crimson eyes glittered with his response, a cheeky smile lighting up her face. “Say it louder for me, baby” she said, grabbing both of their cocks in a tight hold. “Mommy, please. Please,” he whined. 

He didn’t care what he sounded like. Zeldris was desperate for it. He wanted Gelda’s cock. He needed Gelda’s cock, rubbing against his own and making him chase his pleasure. The blonde pressed their lips together, cutting off Zeldris’ whining as he started to thrust his hips upwards. “That’s it,” she murmured against his lips, tilting her head to kiss him deeper. “Good boy, Zeldris.” 

Their breaths intermingled as Zeldris continued jerking his hips upwards. He was getting such an adrenaline rush from this. His head was spinning from the pleasure, his eyes unfocused and hazy. His tongue rolled out of his mouth as he breathed heavily. Just taking one look at Gelda confirmed that she was enjoying this quite a bit as well, moaning loudly in appreciation as she watched her husband come undone. 

“What is it you want, Zel?” Gelda murmured, shuffling back “What do you want from Mommy?” Zeldris stuttered out a response, struggling to keep his eyes open as pleasure danced over every nerve ending. “I- I want… you… t-to,” he stumbled, unable to form a coherent sentence. Gelda’s eyes glittered dangerously in the dim light as her hand disappeared from his cock, pressing down against his hip and pushing him down into the bed. 

As slim as she was, she was quite strong when she needed to be. “I can’t fulfill your wish if you don’t tell me what you want, Zeldris.” “Your cock,” Zeldris whimpered out, his arms wiggling behind him in the binds. “You poor thing,” Gelda said, a tone of fake sympathy laced in as she stroked his hair back from his face. “You’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you? You want mommy’s cock, filling you up so well? And here you are- unable to do anything. Your arms tied behind your back; helpless to whatever I do.” 

Zeldris nodded vigorously, biting his tongue to keep from begging verbally any more than he needed to. Her slender fingers trailed over the ropes covering his chest, humming to herself as she gently yanked on them in places. “You want it that badly, do you?” she murmured. “Yes, mommy,” Zeldris gasped, his hips jerking up once more to create some friction as her hand once again wrapped around his dick. 

A moment of tense silence passed between the couple, Zeldris waiting in silent anticipation. Within seconds he found his legs pressed off the bed, his back arching as his rear was exposed to Gelda’s hungry eyes. She trailed a digit over his puckered hole, watching him clench at her light touch. Zeldris gasped, his head falling backwards as Gelda drove a finger inside of him suddenly. 

He felt a searing burn as her finger slipped inside, however it was not unpleasant. His ankles were practically resting by his head as he felt Gelda continue to jam her finger inside of him, slowly working out his muscles. One finger soon turned into two, then three, and finally four. Gelda finally stood up on the bed, hovering over Zeldris as she positioned the broad head of her cock against his hole. 

“You ready, Zeldris?” she whispered, before slowly starting to ease her way inside him. Zeldris’ entire body trembled, his eyes fluttering as he felt her long rod slowly penetrate him. Finally, after an hour of foreplay, he was finally getting his pleasure taken care of. Gelda pressed against him, their noses brushing together as her hips pressed against his own. “Mommy, you feel so good,” he whimpered. 

Gelda gave him a wicked smile as she slowly started to rock her hips without warning. “You’re such a good boy for me… Zeldris,” she grunted as her hips slapped gently against his ass. “A-am I a good boy for you?” Zeldris whispered, his eyes wide. “You’re perfect.” And with those two words, she started drilling into him hard and fast. 

Zeldris was taken by surprise, gasping and groaning as he was brutally filled. He started spluttering, speaking nonsense as his pleasure increased tenfold, his orgasm quickly approaching the longer they went on. Their skin slapped against each other, echoing off the walls and rocking the bed below them. Gelda hovered over her husband, pressing her hand against her clit and rubbing vigorously. 

“G-gonna cum.. Mommy,” Zeldris gasped, feeling Gelda’s hand tangle in his hair again. The bed squeaked below them, threatening to break from the force of their movements. “Keep your eyes open w-when you come,” the blonde growled between grunts. Zeldris could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, and he tried to warn her. “Cum for me, sweetie. Cum for mommy. Let me see that beautiful face of yours.” 

It wasn’t but a few seconds later that his orgasm hit, his entire body trembling as he shot ropes of hot seed onto his chest and stomach, struggling to keep his eyes open as his jaw unhinged with a silent scream. Gelda’s increased her rubbing, soon coming undone herself with a cry of Zeldris’ name on her lips. Her body fell limp as they both came down from their orgasms. 

Gelda slowly slipped out of Zeldris, allowing his trembling legs to rest on the bed again. Zeldris’ green eyes were fuzzy, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he whispered heatedly, watching as Gelda slid into a sitting position, looking him over. “Again?” she asked after a moment, slipping her strap-on off her hips. She chucked it to the side as she straddled Zeldris once more, watching as his eyes grew dark with a fresh wave of lust. 

Zeldris groaned as he pushed away from his desk, arching his back in a soft stretch as he worked out his stiff muscles. The dim glow of his office provided a comfortable and cozy ambiance while he grinded out work on his laptop for several hours. Now the sun had set, and the soft glow of the candles danced along the white walls. 

The call of winter had a firm grip over the town, and Zeldris was starting to feel the effects from it. His heater had been raised a few more degrees than normal, and multiple fuzzy blankets were scattered in his living room, even spilling into his office.  

A few feet of snow had fallen over the course of the night, leaving Zeldris with no choice but to work from home for the next few days while he waited for the road conditions to clear up. The raven-haired male turned off his computer, rubbing his eyes from fatigue. He heard a soft knock on the door, swiveling around in his chair to see who it was. 

Long, white hair and a broad, muscular chest stood in the doorway, the warm light from the hallway spilling into his room. Sky-blue eyes glittered in the dim candlelight as his boyfriend stepped into the room, his slippered feet barely making any noise on the wooden floor as he slipped over to Zeldris. “Are you done with work for the day, Zel?” Zeldris stood up from his chair, pushing it back under the desk as he nodded. 

“Yeah. And thankfully it’s Friday, so there aren’t any pressing matters that need to be taken care of before next week,” Zeldris mumbled as he looked up at Mael. Muscular arms wrapped around him, pulling him into a gentle hug that Zeldris allowed, his own arms circling around the taller male’s midsection. After a few moments, Mael knelt down to look at him. 

He looked concerned as he cupped Zeldris’ cheek. “I still think you’re working too hard,” he said, frowning as he eyed the dark circles under his eyes. “I don’t like seeing you in such a state.” Zeldris rolled his eyes slightly, pressing Mael’s hand back down. He wandered over to the candles, picking them up and blowing softly to extinguish the flame, gentle smoke curling from the burned wick and dissipating into the air. 

“I’m fine, Mael. I’ve gone longer without barely any sleep before,” he grumbled as he moved onto another candle. He extinguished that one quickly as he continued to speak in the dark room. “I once went five days with only three hours of sleep each night when I was in college. Two or three days is nothing.” “That’s still concerning,” Mael grumbled, leaning against the doorframe with a raised brow. 

Zeldris huffed in amusement as he set the final candle down, turning off the rest of the dim lights in the room, wandering back over to Mael. He was slightly taken aback as the taller male leaned down, gently pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss. Zeldris’ eyes fluttered shut, enjoying the moment. Finally they separated, Mael’s hand finding its way to Zeldris’ shoulder. 

He gently guided Zeldris to the door across the hallway; their bedroom. “Get into something cozy and warm,” he said softly as he opened the door. “It’s Friday, and I’m treating you to a relaxing night. Just for the two of us. Plus it’s not like we can go anywhere anyways, with the snow piled this high.” Zeldris paused, looking up at Mael quizzically. His blue eyes glimmered with mischief, but remained silent as he ushered Zeldris into their bedroom. 

“I’ll be waiting in the living room for you,” Mael said, finally walking away, his slippers fainting into the distance. Zeldris shucked off his work shirt and pants, tossing them onto the bed as he searched for a cozy outfit. His eyes scanned the various outfits in his closet for a few moments. He opted for black sweatpants and a deep red long-sleeved shirt for the night. 

Zeldris slunk downstairs, his eyes widening at the display of their living room. A roaring fire crackled in the fireplace, the flames dancing along the walls. Their coffee table was laden with sweets and desserts for them to snack on; chocolate strawberries and small slices of red velvet cake. Two cups sat on the side table, steam curling from the surface. 

He finally descended the flight of stairs as Mael shimmied back into the room, smiling softly as he looked at Zeldris’ shocked expression. “Do you like it?” Mael murmured as he brought the smaller male closer to him. Zeldris only nodded, still too stunned to speak. Sure Mael had lavished him with love and affection every waking moment, but this was something he never thought he’d get from his boyfriend. 

Zeldris sat on the couch, reaching over to grab one of the cups. It was tea. “It’s your favorite,” Mael whispered. Zeldris blew a few times to cool it down, bringing it to his mouth and taking a ginger sip. Indeed it was. Lemon tea with a small amount of honey drizzled in. Zeldris sighed deeply, allowing his body to relax as he sunk into the pillows behind him, taking another sip. 

“Why did you go out of your way to do this?” Zeldris asked in confusion as he set aside his tea. Mael sat on the couch beside him, his smile ever present as he brought the raven-haired male close to his side. “We’ve been dating for about a year now, and you’ve never done anything this lavish before. Why now?” Mael simply shrugged as he grabbed a blanket. “I just thought it would be nice to shower you with some extra love. Plus you’ve been working way too hard recently. You need some relaxation tonight.” 

Zeldris hummed in response, but allowed himself to be wrapped in the blanket, his head resting on Mael’s broad chest as the TV was turned on. He grabbed a strawberry as Mael started up the selected movie for them, gnawing on it and allowing the hardened chocolate to break off and bathe his tongue. The snow was starting to pick up again, but neither paid it any mind as the movie started to play. 

The fuzz of Mael’s shirt brushed against Zeldris’ cheek as he settled down, feeling Mael wrap his arms around him. Without a word, he shuffled down a bit, lifting the bottom of Mael’s shit. “H-hey!  What are you doing, Zeldris?” The smaller male slowly worked his way underneath Mael’s shirt, the large size allowing Zeldris to slip in without the fabric tearing. 

He rested his head on Mael’s chest again as he polled his head out from the top, now surrounded by both the blanket and Mael’s jacket. Mael chuckled as he combed his hands through Zeldris’ raven locks. “I guess you just wanted to be a little closer to me, huh?” “Just shut up already,” Zeldris grumbled, keeping his eyes on the screen. He nuzzled up under Mael’s chin, hearing his steady heartbeat as the movie started up. “Whatever you say.” 

Dim candle light flickered on the walls of a cave, providing the only light source from the dark night outside. The stars glittered in the sky above like small diamonds, twinkling alongside the full moon. Zeldris smiled as he stepped forward, his hearts nearly bursting in his chest as he wrapped his arms around a slender form. Finally, after nearly five months of searching, he had his Gelda by his side again. 

He felt her slim fingers brushing his hair back, her nails gently scratching his scalp as he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent. They were both silent, simply holding each other. Words did not need to be said. “My love,” Gelda whispered, Zeldris finally tilting his face up from where he had pressed his face. 

Zeldris could see her beautiful ruby eyes glittering with unshed tears, one hand cupping under his chin. Her sharp fangs peeked out from her upper lip as she smiled at him. “I’ve missed you,” Zeldris whispered, his chest tight as he struggled to maintain his composure, feeling tears starting to slide down his cheeks. 

The vampire’s smile remained gentle as she leaned forward, brushing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I did as well, Zeldris.” Zeldris turned around, holding his arm out. He paused, the young man he had been traveling with had slipped out. 

Arthur Pendragon. The young adult had helped him search for Gelda from the very first day they met. And now he had disappeared. Zeldris was not too fond of humans. They were weak and easy to kill. But Arthur? He was different from the others. 

“Go,” Gelda murmured, Zeldris turning back to her. His eyes widened slightly at the easy look on her face. She stepped back, dropping her hands. “Catch up to him, Zeldris.” Zeldris studied her for a few moments. It was like she knew his emotions. As cold-hearted as he seemed to be on the outside, Gelda always seemed to read him like a book. And this time was no different. 

With a quick nod, he slipped out from the cave to search for the human that had slipped away from him. Thankfully he didn’t get too far. He saw the familiar ginger hair as he walked through the mountain valley. “Arthur!” Zeldris cried out, forcing his feet to move as he tried to catch up with him. 

Arthur turned around at the sound of his voice, blinking in confusion as he allowed Zeldris to approach. “Wait,” Zeldris panted as he stopped in front of him. “You don’t have to leave.” Arthur raised a brow, his easy smile lighting up his face. “What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes flickering to the cave where Gelda was. “I helped you find Gelda. My job is done. Why don’t you go back to her?” 

Zeldris paused, hesitating slightly as he tried to think of the right words to say. How was he going to say what he wanted to say to Arthur? And this was his last chance to come clean. If he let Arthur leave now, he may never get another chance like this again. 

Arthur placed his hand on his shoulder, the two men looking at each other in the eye. Emerald and amethyst. Glimmering in the dim light of the moon above. “Where will you go now? Your home has been destroyed by the Goddesses.” Zeldris pondered. Arthur shrugged as he let his hand fall back to his side. “I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll see if anyone else has some righteous quest to find someone,” he chuckled. 

His smile fell, a solemn look sliding into place as he looked at the demon. “Look, I had a lot of fun with you these past few months. I got to experience things that I’ve never even heard of or seen with my own eyes. I mean, dragons? And riding a dragon in the sky with you? Facing off against a god? That was so much fun. And I will forever treasure those memories. But now it’s time for us to go our separate ways again.” 

Zeldris swallowed as Arthur stepped back, smiling sadly at him. “But I-.” His voice faltered, his words choking up in his throat once more as he looked at the human with pleading eyes. “I’ll always care about you, Zeldris. And who knows? Maybe we’ll meet again in a few months.” Arthur gave Zeldris a cheeky wink, before turning back once more to head down the road. 

“Arthur, wait!” Zeldris blurted out, watching Arthur’s retreating form. Arthur paused, turning around once again. Taking a deep breath, he started to hurriedly explain himself. “Look, I’m not good with words, and I may be a dumbass at times. But I… I care about you. Deeply. I enjoyed spending time with you with the dragon and fighting the god. B-but I can’t stand to see you leave. Not after everything we’ve been through.” 

Arthur turned around, focusing on Zeldris. “I care for you. Not as just a friend or a travel partner, but… something more.” His voice started to crack as tears welled up. The ginger sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as he started to stride forward rapidly towards the demon. “I know that you want to go, but I don't. I love you-.” 

The demon was cut off sharp as he felt Arthur’s lips press firmly against his. Zeldris’ eyes fluttered shut,  sighing with deep relief as he melted into the kiss. Arthur’s hand tangled in Zeldris’ hair, their heads tilting as they shared a passionate kiss. Zeldris clutched Arthur close, his fingers digging into the humans’ shoulder blades as he forced himself not to cry. After a few moments they separated, Arthur’s hand sliding to his shoulder and squeezing softly.