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Beel

It’s an important day for Beel. The Fangol match, the most important game of the season, starts within minutes. The rival team is very challenging; it consists of the most ruthless and fearless demons. Beel’s team is not as daring, but this doesn’t matter; they’ve always succeeded thanks to their skills. So, no matter how cocky their opponents are, Beel’s team will be victorious.

The only thing that upsets Beel is the fact that MC didn’t make it to the game. The match is taking place in another city, far away from home. Far away from Lord Diavolo’s watchful eye. The further it is from the capital, the more hostile the locals are toward humans. Lucifer decided that it would be best to avoid any confrontations, so MC was left at home. While Beel understands his brother’s concerns, he wishes MC was here. He even tried to secretly carry them in a giant suitcase (MC was overjoyed by this plan), but Lucifer detected them instantly.

But even though MC was left at home, they will still be watching the game remotely. And that means that Beel has to do his best. He always does, but this time is… special.

The match begins, and the rival team starts playing brutishly from the get-go. Their energy is almost admirable, but it’s nothing that can’t be countered by Beel’s skills. He notices that the cameramen constantly follow him since he is the main star of the game. Beel usually doesn’t care much, he’s used to constant attention. But MC is somewhere on the other side of these cameras, so he unconsciously attempts to look good. Luckily, Asmo gave him a couple of pieces of advice about the best angles and such, but it’s the first time Beel has managed to practice this knowledge. And judging by the impressed sighs of the fans in the tribunes, Beel is doing a great job.

Perhaps he’s doing a little too well.

A strange feeling within his body appears suddenly, almost making him miss the ball. Something penetrates him, slowly sliding inside. The sensation is incredibly strange, but Beel has no time to think about it too much: two giant demons are running right at him, with a clear goal to take away the ball. Beel frowns and concentrates on the game, ignoring strangely pleasant movements inside his ass. As long as they don’t bother him too much, it'll be fine. Beel will deal with them later.

But as much as he wants to disregard this strange feeling, it gets more bothersome by the minute. First, it’s just light, almost careful touches. They are slightly annoying and ticklish, but nothing too maddening. Beel’s dick is reacting too eagerly, though, but at least the protection on his equipment, which is covering his groin, masks his boner from the other players and audience.

It’s hard to think when all the blood runs from the head all the way to the cock, but luckily, Beel is not the type of player who needs much thinking. His one and only strategy is his instincts and constant improvisation. So the demon continues playing as he always has, despite temporary distractions. Though, he does notice that his throws are a bit stronger than usual; that he pushes the member of the other team a bit too harshly. Beel’s body is getting agitated, and it impacts his style of playing.

The appearance of the sticky liquid inside his butt almost goes unnoticed. Beel’s body casually absorbs it, as it does with everything that gets inside. The problems start only when something bigger begins pushing inside, messing up an easy pass of the ball to the other player. Beel misses as his legs start shaking. His insides enjoy being massaged by this unknown object too much, and this frustrates the demon. He’s not going to lose because of this minor annoyance.

Beel focuses on his lower body, still carefully watching the ball. Just several more seconds, and he’ll be able to join the game properly. He just needs to get rid of the distraction. Beel’s muscles clench around the object, swallowing it deeper in one motion. His walls envelop it, preventing it from moving. Beel can’t hold back a satisfied smile. The intruder is stopped and trapped. And the surprisingly pleasant feeling of being full boosts Beel’s mood. He was always craving the sensation of fullness, but he didn’t expect to get it from his ass instead of his stomach. But Beel definitely won’t complain. So, with a mysterious object pleasantly filling his body, a huge boner that can be disregarded for now, and a new wave of energy, Beel returns to the game.

***

Meanwhile, in the House of Lamentation, MC panics. The damn artifact is completely stuck, and they can’t remove it from their dick. The toy pulsates and squeezes the hardened flesh, just enough to keep the dick inside but not enough to hurt it. MC lets out a heavy breath and looks at the screen. It seems that whoever is recording the game thinks that all the audience wants to see is Beel. Well, they are not completely wrong, especially when it comes to MC, but still. Beel looks too good in all this gear, and that’s what made MC try out this artifact in the first place. Now they regret it.

One more attempt to take this thing off ends in failure. MC tries to get rid of the boner, thinking about something gross, but alas. The artifact’s warmth and constant twitches around the cock drive MC crazy. It’s impossible to trick the brain into thinking about anything else besides these mind-blowing sensations. MC clenches their teeth and fists and continues watching the game. How long does it even last? MC looks at the timer in the corner of the screen. Damn, three hours. Well, perhaps they’ll manage to get so invested in the game that the boner will go away by itself.

…But it never happens. By the end of these excruciating hours, MC is ready to bang their head against the wall. This sweet torture didn’t stop for the whole duration of the game. Their dick is ready to burst; the slightest physical contact, even from the surface of the damn couch, sends shivers along their whole body. The only thing they crave is a long-awaited release, but the artifact doesn’t let go, even for a moment.

MC hears an announcement that Beel’s team has finally won, so they open their eyes and turn in the direction of the screen. Blood pumping in their head doesn’t let them hear almost anything, but they find solace in the bright Beel’s smile.

As Beel takes the trophy into his hands, the artifact suddenly relaxes, stopping clenching around MC’s dick so harshly. MC feels tears of relief running down their face as they thrust inside the toy one last time, finally coming inside. As they lose consciousness from such an intense climax, all they can see is the satisfied grin of the demon on the screen.

Belphegor

Belphie smiles happily as he sleeps, hugging his favorite pillow and diving deeper into the dream. One of the perks of being the Avatar of Sloth is the ability to control his own dreams. Most of the time he just lets them roam freely, but lately he finds himself wanting to control them to recreate different scenarios. They are always different. Sometimes it’s a field under the night sky. Sometimes the House of Lamentation, or RAD, or one of the shops or restaurants. Places change, but one detail is constant.

MC. They are the star of every dream. Their presence feels natural, even necessary; without them, neither the field nor stupid RAD would feel so magical. Most of the time Belphie just wants them nearby. They both don’t talk and don’t do much, just enjoying each other’s company in silence. Belphie doesn’t want to create artificial dialogues. How miserable would it be? The recreation of MC in his dreams is already embarrassing.

But lately, the demon has become more and more greedy with each dream. It never goes beyond handholding or comfy snuggles in each other’s embrace, but Belphie still feels uneasy. Who would’ve thought that he, the demon, would feel bad for using MC in his fantasies? But he made a great excuse for his conscience. It’s just training. Yeah, training to gain more confidence and then do the same thing with MC once again, just in real life. Belphie just doesn’t feel like he has enough practice. Just one more dream or two…

This time, the place is special. It’s a night express, a magical train that traverses the skies of the Devildom. To get the tickets on this train is incredibly difficult, but nothing is impossible within a dream.

Belphie sighs contently as the scene develops around him. The night sky and the land below seem unmovable behind the windows, but Belphie can feel the motion of the train. A round table, full of delicious-looking dishes, appears right in front of him. He can’t taste any of these meals, but it doesn’t matter. Because MC walks into the room, smiling at him. They sit at the table, and Belphie joins immediately. He settles right next to them, gawking at the familiar features of their face. It’s a good thing that Belphie has a good memory. MC smiles once again and takes him by the hand. The demon feels a blush on his face as he squeezes their hand tighter…

And then MC tears their hand from his grasp and instantly shoves two fingers right into Belphie’s ass. Through the pants and everything.

The demon squeaks and almost wakes up from shock, but he manages to stay within a dream. Belphie stares at a gentle smile on MC’s lips as he feels the movement of their fingers in his butt. The whole situation is so crazy that his brain refuses to analyze what is happening. Did he lose control over his dream, and now it has turned on him? But it never happened before. Besides, the feeling of the fingers is too real, like if MC was somewhere near his sleeping body and decided to… "play" with him, impacting his dream and making his own imagination rebel. But it’s impossible, right?

The fingers continue to slide inside him, making the demon blush under MC’s attentive stare. Now their smile seems more mocking than gentle. Belphie shakes his head, trying to regain control over his emotions, but getting suddenly fingered by MC in the middle of the legendary train impacts his feelings more than he expected.

His embarrassment goes through the roof as he feels something wet on his hole. His entrance gets swiftly lubricated by skilled fingers, and all he can do is tremble and hide his red face from the imaginary MC.

MC slowly stands up, Belphie doesn’t feel their touch anymore. But he knows that it’s temporary. There is a sense of anticipation in the air, the demon knows that it’s not the end. He’s fully aware that as soon as whatever impacts his body proceeds with its plan, his dream will adapt. He can’t prevent the events from developing, they will take over his mind and body. The only thing Belphie can do is wake up. If he wakes up, chances are that the sensations won’t be gone, but at least he won’t deal with this imaginary MC.

But the demon hesitates. Maybe he… wants to see what happens next. Even if it’s not real, still. It’s almost like it’s real, MC is no longer under his control and does whatever they want. It’s the most authentic experience he’ll ever have. Well, unless he gathers enough courage to ask them on a date…

No matter how much Belphie was preparing himself for it, he wasn’t ready to lose all his clothes and get tossed right on the table in the blink of an eye. Here he was sitting, thinking the whole situation through… And the next second, he finds himself naked, lying on his back with his legs spread. The feeling of something big pushing inside his ass provoked the dream to change immediately. So now Belphie watches in shock as MC, still with their gentle-mocking smile, thrusts their dick inside. It feels and looks too real, Belphie is not used to having such all-consuming sensations in his dream. The poor demon is overwhelmed, but the mysterious entity has no mercy. It pumps inside his body, almost literally fucking his brains out. Belphie whines, sobs, and moans, both in reality and in his dream, as he gets rammed by MC’s dick at full force.

His body shakes from vigorous movements, each push sets his mind ablaze. Belphie feels through his dream how his fingers tear the pillow in his arms apart and how the tears run down his cheeks. The demon is not sure whether he would be able to wake up even if he wanted to. His brain is in shambles, and all he can see is MC’s face as they thrust inside him again and again.

When Belphie feels MC’s dick filling him with cum, he comes with a loud scream, completely unable to hold back. His own voice wakes him up, tearing him from the clutches of his fantasy. The demon opens his eyes, his body can’t stop shivering. The pillow is all torn up and his clothes are wet from sweat and cum. Belphie’s head pulsates with his own heartbeat, and all he can think is, “I need to ask MC on a date.”

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 4 (Diavolo) Part 5 (Solomon) Part 6 (Barbatos) Part 7 (Simeon)

Beel♡

You and Beel have a wonderful relationship.

While Beel may seem stoic and uncaring, he isn't like that in reality.

Truly, he was one of the sweetest people, or demons, that you had ever met. That's what made you fall in love with him.

Now here you are. You're married to Beel and in a very happy relationship. Sure, you have your differences, but that's what helps you two get along and learn about each other.

One of his favorite parts about your relationship, is how much you take care of him as your sweet house wife<3

As your cute wife, Beel stays home, cleaning and cooking, making sure that the house will be to your liking

Though when Beel cooks, he'll have to order food for himself multiple times so that he doesn't eat the food that he's making for you

Beel would definitely be an obedient wife that would always listen to what you say but he gets too excited once in a while and starts to disobey you

Especially when you lock his clit in a cage

He can't stand it! He'll try to be a good girl and not touch himself, but it gets so hard that he almost always caves in

And when you two fuck while he's in his cage, he gets much more needier, leading to him disobeying you without even realizing it

Luckily though, you'll always be a good spouse and punish Beel properly like your he deserves!!!

"Bye Beel," you call out from the doorway, making sure your shoes were completely on before leaving. Right when you were about to make your exit, you could feel Beel's arms wrap around you in a tight hug. "Sorry Beel, how could I forget?" you turn around and give him a kiss. It seemed like a little thing, but Beel could never enjoy his day without you when you didn't give him a goodbye kiss. Breaking away from the kiss, you leaned into his ear. "And make sure to keep your hands away from your clit. I know it's caged, but we don't want you getting distracted during your work now, do we?" Beel nodded his head quickly, trying to kiss you again. "Ah ah," you gently pushed him away. "I need to go to work. Now be a good girl and wait for me, okay?"

Beel whined, but understood, watching you leave the house. He locked the door and turned away to do his chores. Usually, he would go about doing his chores, first fixing your beds and washing the sheets, cleaning and sweeping the floors, etc. This time though, it was harder for him to stay focused. Beel could feel his dick, his clit throbbing in its cage. I need to stay focused, Beel thought. If I touch myself now, Y/n would punish me...

Taking a deep breath, Beel continued with his chores, but with some difficulty. He was able to finish fixing your rooms and sweeping the floors, but the feeling of his poor clit locked up in his cage was causing him trouble. Sometimes, Beel would have to slow down his movements or stop completely because of how sensitive his clit was

Despite his problems, he finally finished cleaning and started cooking. He had sent a text earlier, asking you what you wanted him to make for dinner. You said that some steak would be good. Now of course Beel wasn't going to just make you steak! What kind of wife would he be if he didn't add in a dessert? He put on his apron, grabbed his ingredients, and got to work.

While he started making the sauce for the steak, Beel ordered some food to make sure that he wouldn't eat any of your dinner too early. While he waited for the food to arrive, he continued making the sauce and moved on to preparing the sauce. You would be so proud of him! Beel felt especially happy, thinking about how you would praise him for making such a great dinner for you.

Beel moved around the kitchen with a little smile on his face while thinking about you. He was so deep in his thoughts that he accidentally ran into the counter corner...crotch first. Usually, he would yelp in pain because that would hurt like a bitch, and try to numb the pain. Not this time though. This time, he let out a long, suppressed moan. His clit throbbed intensely in its cage, begging for its release. Beel shivered, trying to gain his composure, but it was too hard. All he could think of was feeling that pleasure that went through his clit. Slowly but surely, he started humping the corner, wanting to pleasure himself.

Completely lost in the feeling, Beel humps the kitchen counter, despite the fact that he wouldn't be able to get any release from it. He let out choked out whimpers, his tongue starting to loll out of his mouth. He kept thinking of you, letting him hump you with his useless clit like he was humping the counter. All Beel could think of was how you'd give him so much pleasure, degrading and praising him to the point his mind breaks.

Right when Beel was about to completely forget what he was doing, his phone went off. A bit dazed, Beel stopped humping the table and slowly turned to his phone to see who was calling him. It was Y/n! Beel hurried over to his phone, trying to recompose himself to be able to talk to you. Despite trying to calm himself down, he couldn't help feeling excited to hear your voice.

"Y/n..."

"Hey Beel," you greeted him cheerily. "What are you doing right now? Are you making dinner?"

"Yeah...I'm making steak, like you wanted me to."

You let out a giggle. "Really? All I said was that I was craving some steak. I didn't expect you to take it so seriously!

"Anyway, keep up the good work. And," you continued with a mischievous tone. "Be a good girl and don't touch yourself. You haven't, right?"

Beel's eyes widened. "Uh...n-no, I didn't touch myself...Like a good girl." He ended the sentence with his voice trembling. Beel already felt like a mess just from you calling him "good girl", and affirming that he was a good girl- your good girl- made him absolutely weak in the knees.

"Good job Beel. Bye~"

After you hung up the phone, Beel immediately got back to work. During the whole time he was in the kitchen, he couldn't stop thinking about your phone call. How you called him a "good girl", and told him "good job"; it was just replaying in his head. Still though, the fact that he lied to you about not touching himself was gnawing at the back of his mind. He could just not tell you that he was trying to get himself off. You would punish him for sure. Instead, he just let those thoughts sit in the back of his mind, trying not to let them bother him.

***

Beel had finished with everything, the steak and the strawberry cake he baked. It took time and a lot of ordered food to keep him away from the dinner he was making, but it was finally finished. He set the table very nicely, arranging all the food, plates, and silverware to look appetizing. Beel looked at the clock and realized that it was much later than he expected. Thankfully, you would be back soon.

As Beel waited for you, he started feeling really needy again. He could feel his sensitive clit twitch in his cage, begging to be let out. Not yet, he thought to himself. I have to wait for Y/n to come back.

Despite waiting a while longer, Beel couldn't help it anymore. HE was getting too horny. Luckily, you were merciful in these situations. You knew that Beel could get very needy when home alone, so you gave him a toy to play with. Beel got up and made his way to your shared room. He got out some keys from the closet and opened a drawer at the very bottom.

When Beel opened up the drawer, his mouth watered a bit at the sight. Multiple dildos, all of long lengths and different textures and colors came into his view. Vibrators of different shapes, a few cock cages---Beel had to stop himself from grabbing anything in sight right then and there. Instead, he took a deep breath, and chose one specific dildo.

It was an average looking dildo, if you ignored how big it was. The dildo was smooth and purple. Despite it looking pretty average, it was one of the dildos Beel was attached to because it somehow reminded him of you.

Beel removed the dildo from the drawer, closing and locking it up again. He moved toward the bed, holding the dildo close to his chest. Sitting on the bed, he began to insert the toy into his mouth, taking it in nearly to the hilt. Beel closed his eyes, drooling over the toy a little. You would always let Beel deepthroat one of your collection of dildos when he was feeling too needy, considering how much of an oral fixation you knew he had. He was grateful that you'd pity him enough to let him at least pleasure himself this way.

Beel kept taking the large toy all the way to the back of his throat, small moans causing the dildo to vibrate a bit. When the dildo hit the back of his throat, Beel let out a long groan, his eyes closing.

…Y/n...please come home soon...

Beel kept on thinking about you, how your cock would fill him up nicely. He would just love for you to shove your dick in his mouth, no hesitation. He loves it when you treat him like an object. Besides, shouldn't a good housewife serve their husband?

"M-mhhnn~" Beel kept shoving the toy down his throat, basically thrusting it in like an actual dick would. He could feel his poor clit aching in his cage, wanting some sort of pleasuring feeling. Beel squeezed his thighs together, attempting to create some friction on his clit. Beads of sweat started forming on his face, and tears started pricking at his eyes. It wasn't because of the dildo that was hitting the back of his throat constantly. It was because he missed you!

Every time you would leave and Beel became too horny, he would always think of you, just you. He thought of how you would fuck his throat, maybe praise him for taking it so well, or degrading him for being so eager to suck cock. Either way, he would love what you'd tell him no matter what. If Beel could, he would probably just suck your dick for hours on end just---

*Click click*

Beel immediately stopped what he was doing, directing his attention towards the door. There it was.

"Hey, Beel? I'm home! What did you cook for me?"

Beel hurriedly put the dildo back in the drawer and quickly left the room. Your eyes scanned the house a bit for your wife when all of a sudden you found him barreling towards you. Beel's strong arms wrapped you up in a tight hold, burying his head into the crook of your neck.

"Woah! Be careful Beel, you could have knocked me over," you said with a smile. "How have you been?" Beel just nuzzled his head further into your shoulder. "Y/n, I missed you...It feels like you've been gone for so long."

"I've missed you too, Beel," You said, wrapping your arms around him. "But first, let's go sit down and eat. I've been waiting to taste your food." You let go of Beel and head over to the dining room, Beel following right behind you.

You took a seat at the dinner table, Beel squirming a bit in the seat aside from you. "Damn, Beel, you really outdid yourself today," you said, approval filling your eyes as you scanned the food on the dinner table. "And a cake too! I'm grateful to have you in my life."

Despite Beel nodding his head along with what you were saying, his mind was elsewhere. He still couldn't stop thinking about how horny he was. Beel wanted something to fill him up completely, make him feel full, all giddy on the feeling.

As you were eating your food, you could see out of the corner of your eyes how Beel was looking at you with a lustful look in his eyes. "Um, Y/n..." Beel's sudden words cut through the short silence. "I have something to tell you."

"Go ahead," you said with your mouth still a bit full. Beel squeezed his thighs together, looking down at his lap. "While you were gone...I ended up pleasuring myself." You continued to focus on your food. "Go on," you said without looking up.

Beel shifted even more as his face began to redden. "While I was cooking, right before you called me. I bumped into the counter and it really stimulated me...I ended up rubbing myself on the counter."

"But," Beel said suddenly. "It really wasn't on purpose! I just ran into it and it felt really good...please don't punish me," Beel finished with a whine. You continued to act unbothered as Beel begged for your forgiveness.

"So," you started, taking a sip of your drink. "You were touching yourself without my permission. No wonder your voice sounded so breathy on the phone." Suddenly, you looked up at Beel straight in the eyes. "What you mean to say is, that you were pleasuring yourself without my permission. Just rubbing your dirty clit wherever you please? Isn't this exactly why I put that cage on you?"

Beel squirmed even more in his seat, starting to pant as he felt his body start to heat up. "And to think I even praised you for not touching yourself. I think that you deserve a punishment...don't you agree?" you said, swirling your drink around in its cup.

"I'm sorr---"

"I asked you something, Beel."

"I...I deserve my punishment. I haven't been a good wife today," Beel muttered with a shaky voice. "Good job," you cooed with a smile. "Also, you've been staring at me with an awful hungry look on your face," you said to Beel. "Do you have something you want to tell me?"

Beel froze. There were so many things he wanted to tell you! Like how he missed you, how you thought of his cooking, how you were going to treat him in bed...but he knew what answer you were looking for.

"I-I want you to..." Beel started off with a shaky voice, his panting becoming more obvious. "I want you to touch me! Please, I want to cum so badly," he begged, reaching down to his groin. "Now why should I let you cum," you inquired. "You already attempted to pleasure yourself without my permission, and now you're still trying to get release from your pathetic clit?" Beel nodded quickly, his body becoming hotter, the cage on his clit feeling smaller than ever.

"Okay then. I'll fuck you." Beel's face lit up. "But," you continued with one finger up. "I'll only let you out of your cage if you can satisfy me well enough. Now be a good wife and get the lube in our room, 'kay? I'll be in the living room. And make sure all of your clothes are off when you come back" Beel quickly got up from the table and headed for your room, tripping a bit on the way there.

Finally! You were finally going to fuck him! Beel found the lube and quickly undressed himself before going back to the living room. "There you are Beel," you called out enthusiastically. You were now lounged on the couch. "And here I was thinking you were never going to come. Are you just going to stand there?"

Beel made his way over to you, his movements stiff. You eyed him up and down. You absolutely loved Beel's body. His tanned skin, muscular thighs and biceps, his huge tits, grabbable waist, you can go on forever. You loved admiring Beel's body and Beel loved it when you did that too. He adored the attention you gave him. It made him feel like he had all your attention.

"Beel," you said in a relaxed tone. "Kneel down in front of me real quick." Beel complied, shifting himself into a more comfortable position. "Oh Beel," you whispered, holding Beel by the face. "Why did you have to go and disobey me? I really wanted to reward you today."

Beel nuzzled into your hand, holding it with his own. "I'm sorry," he said, giving you a pitiful look. "Well what's done is done. Now Beel, I want you to watch me very closely." Beel nodded and pulled himself away from you, looking up at you with an expectant look in his eyes.

You took off your clothing, revealing your hard dick, the one that Beel was so head over heels for. You grabbed the lube that Beel had given you and squirted it all over your cock. Beel watched as you spread the lube all over your length, his mouth watering. As you continued jerking yourself off, Beel kept leaning in closer, his mouth opening as if he were waiting for you to fill it up with your cum.

As you felt yourself nearing your climax, Beel opened his mouth wider, as if he knew already. Suddenly, you stopped right before you came. "Haa...just so you know Beel, you won't be able to swallow my cum. This is just one part of your punishment~" Beel whined, grabbing onto your leg. "W-wait, please! Please...I want your cum inside me!" You pushed Beel off gently. "We already went over this, Beel. This is a part of your punishment."

Instead of giving up, Beel grabbed your hand and started sucking your fingers. Beel made quite the display, swirling his tongue around your digits, taking them deep into his throat, making all those erotic sounds that were so mesmerizing. Beel looked up at you with watery, half-lidded eyes. Eyes that were just begging you to wreck him right then and there.

It took you all of your self control to not flip him over right there. Before you knew it, you cock was semi-hard just from Beel's lewd act. "Beel," you said with a cold voice, removing your fingers from his mouth, a small popping sound being heard when Beel's lips left your hand. Beel had a foggy look on his face, as if he didn't completely comprehend what you were telling him.

"Beel," you repeated, pulling him into your lap, having him face you. "I thought you would have at least some control. What are you doing, acting like some eager whore? I thought I trained you better than that." Beel pressed his body against you as he let out such pathetic noises from his mouth. "I'm sorry Y/n...I just can't take this cage anymore," Beel whined. "I wanna cum, please," he pleaded. grinding himself onto you.

"No." Your voice was firm as you grabbed Beel by the hair. "I don't know what's gotten into you today Beel. You've always been such a good girl, a good wife for me." He avoided your gaze. Honestly, even Beel didn't understand himself. Usually, he would rarely get punished. Even when he did get that once in a while punishment, he never acted out during it up until now.

"But if you want to be treated like some kind of common whore, so be it," you said, pulling Beel by his hair and pressing your lips against his. Beel happily moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth as your tongue slipped in. As your tongue explored Beel's mouth, you grabbed the lube and spread it all over your fingers. You held Beel by the chin and gently pushed him away, breaking the kiss. He whined when he felt you pull away but was cut short when you harshly bit his nipple, causing him to squeal.

As you sucked on Beel's nipples, your fingers worked their way to his twitching rim. Beel let out a small gasp at the feeling, then began to grind down on you, holding your head closer to his chest. Your fingers began to enter Beel's hole, spreading him open for you.

"Hahh, ahh! Mhnn, Y/n! More...ngh!" You knew what Beel meant when he asked for more. He wanted you to press on that sensitive spot inside of him, abuse it to the point where he cums so hard he needs a few moments to get himself together. But that wasn't the plan today.

Instead of pushing on Beel's prostate, you continued to finger him, only focused on opening him up and not pleasuring him. "A-ahh! Y-y/n, your tongue...your fingers-MMhhngh! I wanna cum! O-oh-angh!" Oh right. You had forgotten that you had him in his cage somehow. Even though you knew you weren't going to allow Beel to cum, you had forgotten that his nipples were so sensitive that he could even climax just from you playing with them. And here you were, sucking on them like there was no tomorrow.

"Even better," you said while tugging on Beel's nipple even harder. "Now you can't cum no matter what." Beel kept on moaning, tears starting to well up in his eyes as he begged for release. "HaahNGHH! Y/n! Please-Ungh, nnhh," Beel couldn't take it anymore, and you hadn't even started fucking him. "Stop begging, Beel. Let's just get this punishment over with and maybe I'll let you cum."

You swiftly took your fingers out of Beel and stopped suckingg on his chest. "On the floor, Beel. All fours." Beel was quick to follow your orders, getting down on the floor on his hands and knees, his body trembling from previous pleasure. You positioned yourself behind Beel, grabbing his ass. He whimpered softly as continued to massage his rear, feeling up his thighs and spreading his rim.

Once you finally got bored of groping him, you gave him a little smack before pulling his hips up and getting yourself into position. Finally, you thought. I already edged myself once for the sake of this punishment. Lining yourself up to Beel's entrance, your hand kept a firm grip on his hips. They're going to do it! Y/n's finally going t- any thoughts that occupied Beel's head were gone the moment you thrusted into him.

"U-UNGhh--ghkk..." Beel choked on his own spit as he finally felt your cock enter him. You hadn't been merciful when thrusting into him. Instead of slowly easing into him like you usually did, you harshly thrusted your entire length inside of him, knocking the breath out of him.

"Unghh...So...big.." Beel could hardly make a proper sentence. He could feel your dick pressing on his sweet spot and stretching his stomach out. He felt so full! Every single spot inside of him felt so full of your cock that he could hardly take it! Just as Beel was still making an attempt to pull himself together, you began to thrust into him.

Your pace was rough and unforgiving, nothing kind about it. You kept such a tight grip on Beel's hips that you knew there would be a bruise soon enough. Beel, on the other hand, could barely even think. All he could focus on was how your cock kept on pistoning in and out of him. His eyes were rolled back into his head and mouth was stuck in an "o" shape as he tried to find something to hold onto. He was going to break!

It hadn't even been five minutes yet and Beel felt an upcoming orgasm. "Haahnngh, Y/N! ANnnhH! I-I'm gonna...Ohh, UMNNGGGHH♡" Beel knew for sure that he was going to cum soon, and your unrelenting pace would only aid his upcoming orgasm.

Right when he felt himself about to cum, you stopped fucking into him. "Just so you know, Beel, I still haven't unlocked your cage. You're not going to be getting any orgasms tonight," you said with a devilish grin. "N-no~Pleashe, I'll do anything! I jush wanna cum~" Beel slurred, not able to get his sentence out of his mouth properly. "Well that's too bad Beel~," you mocked him, picking up your pace again. "You're not going to cum, and it's final."

Beel's sobs and choked moans filled the room as the two of you continued to go at it. Beel knew that should have already cum sometime ago, but the cage on his clit wouldn't let him! His clit desperately throbbed from within its cage, begging to be released. "Y/n...GhhKKH! I-I- Hannghh♡ Please- let me-" Beel attempted to plead with you, but his voice kept on being interrupted by his pathetic moans.

"What is it, Beel? Speak up, I couldn't hear you very well," you say in a condenscending tone. You lean down and get close to Beel's ear. "You shouldn't even worry your pretty little head about cumming. I locked your dumb clit up so that you could just give up on the idea of ever cumming." Without warning, you harshly pulled Beel's hair as he let out an involuntary moan. "If you hadn't been a stupid slut that only cares about getting his upcoming orgasm, this wouldn't have happened. Yet here you are, moaning like a cheap whore. I'm sure you love this, don't you, Beel?"