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Beel's Takeout, Pt. 2

Beelzebub/reader, 5.8k words

CW: afab reader (you/your), oral fixation, nsfw

Summary:

Sequel to Beel's Takeout because it felt fun exploring sexualizing the motive of gluttony

Was he really going to do this?

“Come on, Beel, hurry up!” 

He lingered at the end of the hallway, looking at all the doors lined with numbers while you stood at the end, waving him toward your room. Pleasure hotels were all over the Devildom, most catering to Lust but a few were specialized in Sloth or even provided safe spaces for demons of Envy to hunker down and binge on whatever obsessions they may want to hide from others. Asmodeus had been a spokesperson for a few properties, modeling in their advertisements, but he’d never thought he’d be in one now. Lucifer had made it very clear that the unlimited room service was not something intended to satiate Gluttony.

And yet…

“Oo!” You disappeared into the room, the door left open wide. “There’s a jacuzzi tub in the bathroom!”

He held his hand over his stomach, trying to ignore the hunger beginning to stir. 

“We should head back. I think it was Asmo’s turn to cook dinner.” Which meant that while they wouldn’t be as filling, a lot of the dishes would look really nice. He would always say something about eating with the eyes first, which didn’t make much sense. What did it matter what the dishes looked like as long as it tasted good? It was nice to see it make him so happy though, except when he’d smack his hands away and tell him not to touch anything before taking endless amounts of pictures first.

You peered back around the doorframe, cheeks puffing in a sulk. “They have room service and I paid for 3 hours. Just come in here already.”

“3 hours?” he repeated, clutching at his shirt. The ice cream was long forgotten by now. Three hours alone with you… without any of his brothers nearby to interrupt or stop him if he might—

“Yeah, so come on,” you said, walking back out and taking his hand with a mischievous smile. “Come check out the room with me~”

It would be nice to spend some time alone with you.

“Okay…” he said softly, letting you pull him along with your imperceptible little tugs. How such a little human had managed to form pacts with all his brothers, even Belphie and himself, was something he never expected, let alone developing new feelings that made him…

He swallowed thickly and stepped into the room, his calves starting to shake the moment you closed the door. It wasn’t as strong as when he was in your room back home, but the close proximity wafted your scent up to his nose, making him start to salivate. He covered his mouth and looked around the room, the decor varying shades of pinks and reds, plush carpet and a large lush bed set in the middle of the room. A large mirror was hung on the wall across from the bed and he swallowed thickly, looking away from it and trying to figure out where he could sit. But there weren’t any options other than the bed or on the floor. 

Just as he was considering sitting down by the wall to wait out these three hours of torture, you grabbed his arm and looked up at him with concern. “Are you okay? You look like you feel sick.”

Your scent… the warmth of your hand on his arm… the way you looked up at him so innocently as your soul serenaded to him, all but begging him to indulge—

He stopped himself, just barely, holding your cheek and swallowing again. “I’m not sick, I’m just…”

“Hungry?” you whispered back, holding your hand over his with a coy smile.

Famished.

“Yes,” he murmured and you giggled softly. 

“Okay, let’s order you some room service first,” you said, walking away to pick up the phone on the nightstand. “Did you want to look at the menu or should I order for you?”

“Anything,” he said, turning to look away but freezing when he saw your reflection in the mirror. The supple curve of your lower back and subtle sway of your hips as you ordered were sending him in a downward spiral. He didn’t want to think about how meaty your thighs looked or how good it would feel to sink his fangs in, but once again his mouth began to water and he sat down on the bed, holding his head in his hands, ashamed. You were his friend, his precious human friend. What friend would have thoughts like this, even now? Would the pact be enough to keep you safe from him? Or was it Fate that one of these days he might lose control and…

“I should go,” he said, moving to stand up again.

“Beelzebub. Sit.”

The pact compelled him to obey and he sat down heavily on the bed, the frame creaking under his weight. He looked up, but before he could speak you walked around to stand in front of him.

“What’s the matter?” You asked with a slight pout. “Do you not want to be here with me?”

“I do,” he said, his heart sinking the more you pouted. “Please don’t be sad.”

“Then why do you look like you’re trying to find a way out?” 

He hesitated and clutched at his stomach, looking down at his lap. “I… I don’t think it’s safe for me t—”

Sweetness touched his lips, your kiss light and soft only to leave him wanting when you pulled back.

“Don’t you trust me, Beel?” you whispered, lingering close and tempting him with your honeyed soul.

“I do, but…” he trailed off again, guilt mixing with lust and hunger in an awful pit in his stomach. A loud, ravenous gurgle interrupted the space between you and you smirked, moving to stand up and answer the door.

“Let’s get you some food,” you said, opening the door and pulling the cart in. 

The fresh wave of new scents were a welcome distraction and he made a move to get up again.

“Sit, Beelzebub,” you said firmly, picking up one of the platters and walking over to him. “I want you to stay right there.”

“But—“

You smiled coyly and scooped up a bite, holding it up to him. “Let me feed you.”

He swallowed and held his wrist, nodding slowly as he relinquished control to the pact, almost finding relief in its bindings as he felt his limbs go rigid. 

“Okay,” he said quietly, feeling a flutter in his chest when your smile widened.

“Open wide,” you cooed, feeding him the first bite. Then another. The pace you fed him was much slower than if he’d fed himself, but it also forced him to savor each bite. This dish was some savory gravy over rice, still hot and fresh from the stovetop. He couldn’t help moaning softly, licking the bottom of the spoon and wishing for more with every spoonful.

You giggled gently and he opened his eyes, embarrassed. 

“Was it good?” you asked, setting the plate down and picking up another.

“Yes,” he said, curious to see what else you’d ordered. “Are you going to eat too?”

“Mm… in a minute,” you hummed, holding the plate out for him. “Would you prefer to feed yourself this time?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the plate eagerly. Roasted boar with mashed potatoes and vegetables. Yum. He picked up the fork and speared some meat, about to take a bite when your hands graced his thighs once more.

“Hey, Beel~,” you purred, gazing up into his eyes. “Do you mind if I… try a little something?”

“What do you want t—” 

You rubbed up his thighs, thumbs dipping low and stroking him slowly.

“D… don’t touch me there,” he whispered.

“Do you not like it?” you asked softly, resting your palms on his lap.

“No… I do, but—”

Again you rubbed across his legs, teasing around but never quite touching, smiling when he stilted his breath.

“But what, Beel?”

“I don’t want… to hurt you…”

“You won’t hurt me, Beel,” you said, the lightest caress ghosting over his cock, feeling along his length.

He shivered and shook his head, trying to distract himself with food, but it wasn’t enough. 

“I could. I could lose control and you’re so small, I—”

“Beel, don’t eat the plate too,” you said with a laugh, standing up straighter. “Damn, where’d the fork go?”

“Huh?” he looked down at the plate, a piece missing on one side and no fork in sight. “Oh… I must’ve eaten it…” he muttered and you giggled again.

“Here, let me get you a new one,” you said, taking the plate and turning around to grab a bowl of fruit. “Don’t eat the bowl this time, okay?”

He hesitated, wanting to take it but it felt like you were ignoring the bigger issue. Again he tried to stand, but the pact held him in place. 

“I can’t,” he said, “First it’ll be the fork, then the plate, then y—”

You stopped him with a finger on his lips, eyes lidded slightly.

“Beel~ don’t you trust me?” you asked again.

He nodded, but trusting you wasn’t the problem. Trusting himself was.

“Then relax,” you said, stepping closer and leaning in, dropping your voice. “I trust you to stay right here,” you whispered, the pact resonating again to strengthen around his limbs. “You’ll be good for me and stay, won’t you?”

He swallowed and shivered when you touched his abdomen, rubbing his belly as it rumbled. 

“But—”

You silenced him with a kiss, nipping his lip in playful warning before slipping your tongue inside. He moaned the moment your lust hit his tongue, so sweet and sinful, like spiced sweets from the human world’s autumn. How many times had he wanted to indulge in you? Fantasizing about how you must taste, every part of you. Your fears, your whimsy.

But your lust truly was something else…

You unzipped his pants and he sighed at the relief in pressure only to tense again when you reached for him, grabbing your wrists.

“Beel…” you pouted again. 

“I… I’m not sure if I can…”

You smiled and kissed him again. “Stay, Beel~ let me satiate my curiosity~”

He groaned under his breath, something about you making him lose sense. You felt around him, gently stroking through his underwear before pulling him out and gasping under your breath.

“You’re so big…”

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, leaning back and lifting his head, trying to focus on the lingering scents of food in the air and not the one he craved most in this moment.

You giggled. “That’s not something you say sorry for, Beel.”

“Oh… sorry,” he mumbled again and you laughed.

“Demons really don’t know how to apologize, do they?”

“I…” he trailed off, making the mistake of looking down at you kneeling between his legs, holding cock in hand and looking up at him with a mischievous expression.

No, it wasn’t mischievous.

It was hungry.

Before he could ask, you closed your eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his cock, delicately working your way up to the head. He groaned under his breath, every little touch tickling as he twitched in your hand. Your smile was soft and you glanced up at him, letting your tongue peek out to lick the pre-cum away, making his hips jolt in response only for a flash of red magic to glow under his skin, holding him in place.

“Stay, Beel,” you purred, smearing the pre-cum on your lips as you nuzzled him so lovingly. “If you move too quick you might choke me.”

“S… Sorry…” he mumbled, watching you smile and kiss the head again before taking it into your mouth. Instantly a rush of pleasure pulsed down his length, stirring lower in his belly in a hunger he’d never felt before until he’d met you. But this hunger… wasn’t quite like the one that kept him up at night with nightmares playing in his mind until Belphie coaxed him back to sleep. No… but it was still one that frightened him.

Until you moaned around him and took him further down, gazing up at him with glassy eyes. 

Again, that rush stirred in his belly but he forced himself to hold still, watching as you bobbed, cheeks puffing out to try and take as much of him in as you could while stroking him with both hands what you couldn’t. It’d be a lie to say he’d never fantasized this with you, but to be this close to a human? This intimate and vulnerable, so close to losing himself to the instinct of wanting more of you…

You popped off with a gasp, nuzzling his cock and suckling its girth with shameless abandon. “Beel~ relax or I won’t be able to make you cum.”

He shivered and looked at the mirror, frightening himself with the hints of red flashing in his eyes. “I… I don’t think I can,” he whispered and you whined.

“What? Aw, but you got so hard for me…” you sat back on your heels and looked up at him. “Do you not want me?”

“I… I do, but…” he couldn’t meet your eyes, “I’m… afraid of what could happen if I lost control…”

You said nothing, leaving him in silence as even your touch left him. Yes, he’d known your attraction to him had been growing for a while now and he’d tried to play it off to keep you safe, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to want him back. But he was a demon, not just any demon but the Avatar of Gluttony. Lucifer didn’t even allow him to go to the human realm without another demon present anymore, so what chance did he have in keeping you safe from himself, pact or no pact? It was selfish. It was cruel. There was no way a demon like him could be involved with a human like you.

You chuckled under your breath, catching him by surprise.

“Beel…” You took hold him again, reaching down to cup his balls in your hand and gazing up at him with hunger. “I don’t think you realize just how badly I want to see you lose it.”

“You… what?”

“Hold still, Beel,” you ordered, taking him in your mouth before he could protest. This time your affections were more focused, his cock sliding down your throat before your gag reflex kicked in and squeezed around him, drool dribbling out and down your fingers but your efforts didn’t cease. No, it was almost as if it encouraged you to take in more with every bob, eyes flicking up to his every now and then to make sure he was watching. Watching you drool. Watching you slurp.

Watching you devour his cock. 

He moaned, watching your excitement play on your face as you bobbed faster, feeling pressure beginning to build. This… he was… He leaned back on a hand, covering his mouth with the back of the other while trying to keep a level head. 

Just stay calm.

Don’t lose control.

You moaned around him happily, eagerly swallowing whatever pre-cum wept from the tip before it could even bead, his cock soaked with you. He bit one of his fingers and tipped his head back, closing his eyes and breathing deep through his nose.

Don’t lose control.

You hummed, soft vibrations tickling as you rolled your tongue along the bottom side of his shaft, coaxing the pressure to build even further.

Don’t lose control.

Stay calm.

“Please…” he whispered, gripping the bedspread and panting under his breath. “I can’t…”

His pleas were answered without mercy, only faster and wetter. He gasped and reached back to hold the bed with both hands, head light and breath hot against his own chest. 

“I… I’m going t…”

Tension coiled in his lower abdomen and you lovingly fondled his balls, unrelenting in your mission to see him come undone. Desperation cried out with lust, his moan a deep sound rolling from his belly, cum hot and thick as it rushed forth to fill your mouth.

Your soft, small, sinful little mouth…

You gagged and popped off him with a gasp, cum dribbling down your chin as more spurted forth, eagerly stroking him until its flow slowed, eyes alight with wonder. 

“Fuck,  you cum a lot,” you said with a lewd grin, shamelessly wiping your chin clean and licking the back of your hand. 

“Sorry…” he mumbled, afraid to even dare to move, order or no order, his grip stiff on the bed and thoughts muddled.

You chuckled and stood up, wiping your hand on the blanket with a wink. “Don’t be~ I said I wanted a taste, and you know what?”

He shook his head numbly, unable to meet your gaze. It was just as he feared. Once wasn’t enough. He needed more. 

You leaned over, resting on his thighs and gazing up at him. 

“You taste delicious~”

Heat rushed to his face and he looked into your eyes. “I… we should go home,” he murmured, “Before I… before we…”

You pouted again and sidled closer, just a breath away from a kiss. “Aw… but don’t you want a taste too, Beel?”

His lips parted, breathing in just enough to taste a hint of the excitement in your heart. Asking him if he wanted a taste was almost cruel… of course he did. It was what might come after that terrified him.

“I’ll let you,” you whispered, smiling subtly. “Just don’t bite too hard~”

“I’m not sure if I--”

You silenced his worries with a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and sighing fond. He stiffened immediately, but when you moaned and pressed closer, he couldn’t help reaching up to hold you. As if encouraged by his touch, you placed a knee on the bed and leaned in closer, guiding him to lay back on the bed while you straddled over his lap.

“What’s the matter, Beel?” you murmured, kissing down his neck. “Don’t you want me too?”

“I…” He swallowed, looking up at the ceiling as the hunger began to rise again, your body so warm and inviting, scent so supple and sweet… “I do, but—” He sucked in a sharp breath of surprise at the sudden pinch on his neck, digging his nails into your hips. “What- don’t… don’t do that, please,” he whispered, and you sat back with a soft chuckle.

“Why?” you hovered over him and reached down to remove your shirt, tossing it aside with a smug grin, tilting your head to the side to expose the curve of your neck for him. “Would you prefer to bite me instead?”

“I… I…” His hands were shaking now, holding your thighs in a light feather grip. “I can’t…”

“Yes you can~” you purred, pressing a kiss to his forehead before rolling off his lap and undressing yourself fully, laying bare next to him and running a hand down your body. “Bite wherever you like… just promise me one thing.”

He forced himself to sit up again and covered his mouth, trying to swallow but he just couldn’t stop salivating. He had no idea humans could be so intoxicating, their bodies all but begging to be devoured, encapsulating the sweet essence of life within, such a myriad of flavors all held inside the soul. A human’s wants… a human’s needs… a human’s fears…

Yet again he swallowed, but the hunger…

“Wh… what do I need to promise?” he asked thickly, focusing on the plush carpet on the floor. Why you were attracted to him too, he had no idea. At first it made sense, Asmodeus had said a demon’s charm was only natural to counteract what would normally cause humans to run in fear from their predator. Could prey really truly flee if captivated by beauty?

But what did it mean when the predator was just as captivated?

You chuckled and rolled onto your back, stretching out and feeling up your body with a longing sigh. “Just don’t bite too hard, be gentle with me,” you purred, “you can taste, but no drawing blood~”

Blood.

He shuddered at the thought and turned to you, wanting to reassure you that he would never—

But his heart stopped.

Words all but left him as he stared at the expanse of soft, delicate and exposed skin. A human laying bare before him without a care, eyeing him just as hungrily as he might. Touching yourself with a subtle smirk, invoking the scents of lust to hang heavy in the air.

“Just… a taste…?” he whispered, the last bits of his resolve crumbling with the unsteadiness in his voice.

“Mm~ it’s only fair…” you murmured, reaching up to cup one of your breasts while spreading your legs to tease your slit, spreading yourself for him to see the wetness already forming, already scenting the air so divinely. “You wouldn’t be so selfish to not return the favor, right?”

“R… right…” He’d never been one to be a selfish lover, but most demons could keep up with his needs. Even if your soul didn’t call to him, there was no way a human could have the stamina he’d need.

So…

“Just… a taste….” 

“Mhmm~” you hummed, pinching your nipple while watching him with a smile. “Just a taste to see if you like it~”

“Oh I’ll like it,” he said, moving to lean over you and feeling a flutter low in his belly when your scent turned sweeter. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Really?” You grinned, laying your arms up above your head. “Funny, because that’s what I’m excited for.”

Your nipples perked and he felt the flutter stir higher in his chest, his hand hovering. Hesitating. Just a taste. Just a taste. How long had he dreamed of just a taste?

“Ohh… Beel~”

Your moans were comforting, tension releasing from his shoulders while his hand engulfed your breast, kneading it experimentally slow. So soft and round… a little heavy too, but so squishy. Your chest pressed up for him and he smiled a little, leaning down to kiss your nipple before touching it with his tongue. Instantly a zap of sweetness followed and he moaned, closing his eyes and sucking harder.

Humans tasted sweeter.

“B-Beel—” You gasped, fingers grasping at his hair and pulling him closer.

Such little tugs…

That’s right… he had to remember…

Humans were smaller.

He moaned around you and tilted his head to one side, rolling the little nub around with his tongue. How much sweeter you tasted, nipple growing perky on his tongue. It was as sweet as your kisses, something he’d had to get used to over time to not crave it, but even more intense.

“B-Beel!” you gasped more desperately, pulling hard at his hair.

“Mm…” he unlatched and inhaled a deep breath, brushing his lips along just below, savoring the way you shivered at the sensitivity. “It’s like… tasting bread fresh out of the oven,” he said softly, kissing just below it, eliciting a faint hiss from your lips.

“Did you just… compare me to bread?”

“I did,” he murmured with a fond smile, closing his eyes to trace his lips around your breast again. “I like bread, don’t you?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “I guess?”

“Kissing you is like bread,” he said, adjusting himself to begin trailing kisses down your body. “Sometimes it’s toasted too, or it might have butter…” his stomach grumbled and yours shook with another soft laugh.

“I know you’re trying to be sweet but I don’t know if it’s working for me, Beel.”

“Isn’t it?” He lifted his head to look up at your face. “Haven’t you ever had fresh bread?”

Your face was flush with confusion and you nodded. “Yeah, of course I have.”

“Then,” he sat up on his knees and reached for one of your legs, “You know you’re supposed to wait for it to cool?”

You sighed, but nodded again. “Yes, I know you’re supposed to- eep!”

In a smooth motion he turned you toward him, spreading your legs on either side of his knees. So quick were you to fall quiet, a shaky breath falling from your lips. But, much to his delight, he could taste nothing bitter.

“Then you know how hard it is to wait,” he murmured, leaning over you with hands at either side. Especially once he’d had a taste.

Your face grew flush at the sound rumbling in his belly. 

“Yes,” you whispered. 

“I’m not very good at waiting,” he admitted, pressing a soft kiss to your chest. “It’s easier with you around, but sometimes I still…”

“Worry you might try and eat me?” you guessed, making him lift his head again.

“You noticed?”

You laughed under your breath. “It’s a little hard not to see how such a powerful demon keeps shying away from me whenever we’re alone together too long.”

“I don’t know what I’d do with myself if I lost control,” he murmured, holding your sides and gently kissing down your body. “But I think I… might want to try…”

“Try to… lose control?” you whispered, sucking in a breath when his kisses drifted down below your navel.

“It’s easier to be patient with you,” he continued, lingering while he savored the way your belly twitched under his lips in anticipation. “When you ask me to wait… when you cook for me…”

You laughed gently, “Beel… quit teasing m—”

He bit the curve of your hip, eliciting the sweetest little whine from your throat.

“I thought I might want to eat you,” he murmured, brushing his lips along your thigh. “Every time we kissed…”

You shivered and inhaled a deep breath, holding still for him. “Even now?”

“I still want to,” he said, “but… I think… I want something more…”

“Yeah?” Your excitement was palpable, legs spreading just a little more. It was… nice, to see you trust him so easily, even as he was admitting to just how often he’d fantasized about eating you.

“You remember our pact?” he asked, lifting his head slightly again and chuckling at the soft whine of displeasure you made.

“Yes, Beel, I do.”

“Good,” he smiled a little and sat up, scooping his hands under your thighs. “Will you use it? If I try to indulge too much?”

You nodded emphatically and looked at him. “Yes, Beel, but please… quit worrying so much. You have more control than you think-!”

He lifted your legs up on his shoulders, raising your hips off the bed. “I hope so,” he whispered, “Because I… I’ve never done this with a human before. I don’t want to hurt you.”

You looked up at him, face flush. “Just go slow.”

“Slow,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss over your slit, tasting the first hints of arousal on his lips. “I’ll try…”

“If it’s too much, I’ll tell you to stop,” you said, stilling your breath when his tongue peeked out for a taste.

“I’ll try,” he murmured again, kissing closer to the sweetness, a tang of surprise mixing in but melting into bliss as he dragged his tongue up slow.

You moaned, reaching up to cover your mouth with the back of your hand, breathing shakily. “B… Beel…”

He looked down at you, holding your thighs on his shoulders while lazily rolling his tongue again, savoring the way this affection alone was enough to make you squirm. And how sweet you tasted? The lust in your soul was rising, adding something spiced that just made him want to eat his fill. Was this what it was like to experience a human? So supple and sweet…

“B-Beel-! Don’t- tease!” you gasped, trying to reach up for him but unable to grasp at more than his fingers.

“You said go slow,” he murmured, shamelessly nuzzling into your cunt before latching onto one of your lips and suckling softly, moaning at how delicate you felt on his tongue. 

“Yes, but I didn’t mean— fuc- more!”

More?

He could give more.

He let his eyes drift closed, rolling his tongue over once more before seeking the source of the spiced sweetness he craved most, pushing it inside only to draw back and lick up, testing to find the spots that made you quiver most. You liked when he licked over this little nub… this tasty, soft little button… He latched over it and pressed the heat of his tongue to it, earning himself a delicious roll of your hips into his mouth.

“Oh… fuck… Beel…”

He looked down at you again and pressed once more, delighting in the way your desperate hands pinched his fingers and the whining keen from your lips. It made him… hungry, but not in the way you had before.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, kissing you while you laughed out a whine.

“Yes, don’t stop…”

“I won’t… but I might…” He shifted to support one leg on his shoulder and reached down to feel down his belly, the feeling stirring lower once more. “I want so much more…”

“Please, Beel,” you whined, wrapping your legs around his neck to entice him. “Please.”

He groaned under his breath, unsure if you might hear him but he still had to say it. “Please stop me if I hurt you…”

“Mm…” you hummed, thighs squeezing him tight.

He let himself relax, trusting you to keep your word. He would try his best, of course he would, but he… he wanted…

A shiver ran down his back and he grasped at his cock, squeezing just below the head as he pushed his tongue in, moaning at the startled clench that greeted him only to soak him with the sweetest nectar. More. He tilted his head slightly to push in further, wanting, needing, more with every stroke. Dimly he could hear you squealing. Frustratingly, he could feel you bucking. Squirming. Wriggling. Smearing the sweetness all over his face but not letting him drink it.

In an abrupt need to keep you in control, he let his guise break, horns extending from his head as his wings unfurled at his back, flexing in a low flutter. Both hands gripped your thighs now, lifting you even higher until only your upper back rested on the bed, angling you just where he needed you to be.

“B-Beelzebub—” you gasped in surprise, arms falling up above your head with eyes wide. “What’re y—”

He shoved his tongue in deep, breathing hot over your cunt as it reached further than before and oh you tasted even sweeter the deeper he could go. Your mewls were drowned out by his own groans of ecstasy, cock weeping pre-cum as he pumped his tongue in again and again, wetness coating and surrounding him with the taste he’d never even known he could begin to crave so desperately.

“B-Beel I’m gonna—” you pleaded, desperate to get his attention but his focus was lost now. All that mattered was this feeling, this flavor. Your soul so hot and spiced, arousal running down his chin until an abrupt squeeze trapped his tongue inside, holding him tight.

And oh did that taste nice~

He nuzzled closer, moaning as you came around him, whimpering in need when he slowly dragged out only to lick long and slow over your softness, letting the full length glide over your clit before he swallowed thick. 

“Be… Beel…” you gasped out, reaching for him but unable to find him.

“Hold on,” he murmured, lowering you gently before rolling onto his back, keeping your thighs nice and snug around him. His horns pressed into your belly, and he reached up to guide you to hold them. “Keep yourself steady for me.”

“Keep… what?” You laughed breathlessly, hands holding him so light while you quivered above him.

“I’m not done,” he said, kissing over you again. “I’m still hungry.”

You tried to laugh again but whined instead as his tongue began to push inside, its tapered length reaching in deeper before he flexed it, making you whimper and clench again. Interesting… He relaxed his tongue and flexed it again, causing your hips to rut subtly.

He smiled. 

What if he…?

He reached up to hold your hips and lifted his chin, humming low and deep, letting the vibrations travel down his tongue while you keened above him, riding him with desperate need. This angle was better. Easier to pump his tongue while you rode him, and he could taste so much more intensely.

When your breathing became labored and grip tightened around his horns, his name falling from your lips he grasped at your thighs and pushed in deeper, moaning as he swallowed your cum. Such a heady aroma filled the air, he’d almost wondered if humans could be more seductive to demons than the other way around…

But it still wasn’t enough.

Again he wanted to feel you, taste you, build up until you crumbled before him. Eating humans could mean many things, or at least that’s what Asmodeus had always said, but he never imagined it could be as satisfying as this.

“B-Beh…”

Your desperate gasps were sweet as honey, body shaking around him, overstimulated and needy. Just one more… at least let him have one more… 

He gripped your thighs tight, moaning as he planted the best openmouthed kisses he could give while sloppily thrusting his tongue in and out, letting his pleasures vibrate deep inside as your walls began to quiver again.

“Be… please I’m… s’tired…”

More.

He rolled you over onto your back and thrust his tongue in deep, eliciting a sharp cry as you came so good for him, drenching his chin in euphoric bliss. He moaned and eagerly drank from your soul, pleasure rising knowing it was him that made you taste so sweet.

“B…buh….” You groaned, lightheaded and dizzy, fingers weak around his horns. “Fuh…”

Gingerly he lifted his head, reluctant to leave but eager to thank you for the meal. He drew his tongue out slowly, giving you one last kiss just above your clit before he sat back with a small smile. 

“We should probably stop for now,” he said with a small grin, “It was a good first meal, but I really might devour you if I keep going.”

“Mmgh….” You groaned, staring blearily up at the ceiling.

“Are you okay?” he asked. 

“Can’t… move…” you mumbled.

He frowned a little and moved up higher to check your face, gently touching your cheek. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head meekly and gazed up at him with starry eyes. “Just… a lot. More than… I’ve felt before.”

Relief washed over him and he smiled, knowing it was selfish but he had to ask.

“I can stop now, but… if I wanted to… would you let me taste you again?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a breathless laugh. “You can do that any time, Beel. Just let me catch my breath once in a while.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead. 

“I’m just glad I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured, trying to ignore the feeling still stirring. He could keep control, but now that he knew just how good you could be…

It’d be much harder to hold back his Gluttony.

Please help Ghadah and her family! Take the time to read through this post!

Today, I have been reached out to by Ghada Al-Madhoun ( @ghadahalmadhoun ) , a citizen of Gaza, whose life has been greatly affected by the genocide.

Not only have they lost their home and were forced to flee, but Ghadah's husband has also been lost to the conflict. They now live in a tiny, cramped tent; under the constant threat of violence and death, circumstances that no human being should have to live in. They have been displaced 6 times.

They seek to cross the Egyptian border to escape the genocide in Gaza, however they are short on funds, requiring 5,000 per person. As of now, they are only at 4,120 of their 50,000 goal. Please help these beautiful people. if you are unable to donate, sharing/reblogging is extremely helpful to this family's campaign.

https://gofund.me/42b35b77

FOR THOSE UNSURE OF LEGITIMACY OF CAMPAIGN:

The organizer of this campaign, Hind Al-Madhoun (who is Ghada's cousin), can be found on Facebook, with Ghada clearly in the friends list.

Here, attempts to spread her campaign have also been made

The account is not recent, and has been up since at least 2015.

As far as images, reverse image search is clean. This fundraiser appears to be legitimate. Please help this family, every donation matters!

Hello, I want to tell you about my story. My name is Mahmoud Helles. I have been a refugee in Belgium for 7 years. I live in a refugee center and do not have residency in Belgium. I left Gaza and left my pregnant wife. I didn't see my baby when he was born and I wasn't there. He is now 6 years old and I have 4 children, the eldest of whom is 13 years old. I have no childhood memories with my children, and I fear I will be deprived of them. My wife suffers from kidney problems, her left kidney was removed, and she now lives with one kidney. Also, due to the war and the lack of treatment, her health has deteriorated, and if I lose his life, my children will remain in Gaza homeless, without their mother and their expatriate father for that. I am collecting donations to save my family and get out of Gaza to Egypt. I appeal to you and to every person who sympathizes with my children💔

In the picture is a medical report for my wife about her health condition. Help me participate and donate. Even if it is small, your donation or participation makes a big difference. Thank you.🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭

gofundme.com

Donate to Save my children from death, organized by Mahmoud Hilles

Hello, my name is Mahmoud Helles, and I want to tell you about my story. I am a father of f… Mahmoud Hilles needs your support for Save my c

Peace be upon you, I am Mohammed in Gaza, specifically in the south. We are exposed to heavy bombardment every day. Please help me promote my campaign and publish for me so that people can donate a small amount of money on this link. We need your help because everything has been destroyed, Please don't ignore me, consider me your friend and brother 🙏

Here is my Gofundme link you can post

https://gofund.me/68c086c2

and here is my Instagram account:@palestinian_survivor19

so you can take the content about me videos and pictures of me and my family so that you can repost it in your account

6,747/50,000

I hope this will help. I'll add other images so I can tag other things as well.

Hi 👋, My name is Mohammad, and I’m reaching out in a moment of desperate need. I’m a father of three young children living in Gaza, and we are caught in the midst of a catastrophic war. Our home is no longer a safe haven, and the future here seems increasingly uncertain. 💔

I’ve launched a fundraising campaign with the goal of raising $60,000 to relocate my family to a safer place where my children can grow up in peace and have a chance at a brighter future.

Unfortunately, my previous fundraising efforts were abruptly halted when my account was terminated without explanation. However, I remain determined to keep fighting for my family’s safety and well-being. 🫶

If you could take a moment to read our story, consider donating, or simply share our campaign with others, it would make an incredible difference. Every act of kindness, no matter how small, brings us one step closer to safety and a new beginning. 🙏

Thank you for your time, compassion, and support. ❤️‍🩹

https://gofund.me/fd1faea2 🔗

Unfortunately, as I'm currently a college student, I'm not able to donate much. But for those who are able to, even something such as $5 can help so much. They are currently at $28,307, and their goal is listed. It has already been a year, and so many have died. If you aren't able to donate, please share. Thank you.

Journalist Ismail Al-Ghoul was targeted while doing his job. He was wearing a shield with the word “Press” written on it and a helmet. There is no international body that protects this profession. The profession of journalists has become a profession of death. For your information, my husband Mohammed is also a journalist and I am afraid for him. Please help us reach the target and save my family.

gofundme.com

Donate to Help Safaa secure her children‘s lives after war, organised by Pegah Ferydoni

Hi, this is Pegah Ferydoni, actress and social activist from Berlin. I… Pegah Ferydoni needs your support for Help Safaa secure her children

@malcriada @thedigitalbard @riding-with-the-wild-hunt @sibmakesart @sar-soor @sayruq

here’s a link to an organization shared by Bisan on instagram providing food and water to Palestinians in Gaza

Another Talk at my Irish College About Gaza and my Family There Reopened My Wounds

Note: Vetted by:

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List].

2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .

Giving a recent guest talk at my Irish college about the horrors my family and I have endured, the war, its aftermath, and the hellish conditions of life in Gaza, was beyond heart-shattering. Speaking about it felt like performing surgery on myself without anesthesia, reopening wounds, and bleeding in the process.

What pains me the most is the unimaginable suffering my family continues to endure—living in constant fear and uncertainty, unsure whether the war will resume or if the people of Gaza will be forcibly displaced from Gaza.

Some of the slides I displayed:

I also spoke about how the war has left Gaza in ruins, where the bones of Palestinian victims lie scattered across the land. My family, like so many others, has been living without a single hour of electricity for months, their lives completely shattered.

As I spoke to Irish students, my heart ached for my family. All I wish for is to reunite with them here in Ireland, where we can finally live a peaceful, normal life. And I remain determined to make this dream a reality.

But I cannot do this alone—I am only human. I urge you to support my campaign in any way you can. Whether by donating, sharing, or simply spreading the word, your help can save my family’s lives and future. That is my ultimate number one mission.

As of 15/2/2025, we are almost at 70% of our final fundraising goal, and we expect the Rafah crossing into Egypt to reopen in the coming weeks. This could be our last chance.

Unfortunately, funds have slowed down at a critical time, and the future of Gaza looks bleak and uncertain.

Please share, donate, reblog, and help us reunite in Ireland where we can Finally live safely.

gofundme.com

Donate to Death chases my family in Gaza; help me save them, organized by Mahmoud Khalaf

People say: "Family always comes First," and to that, I say: "Amen!".… Mahmoud Khalaf needs your support for Death chases my family in Gaza;

Tagging for reach! Please reblog my post and help reach our final goal and finally reunite. <3

@fancysmudges @brokenbackmountain  @mothblossoms @aleciosun  @fluoresensitive @khizuo @lesbiandardevil

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Guys i don’t want to optimize you if you still care about genocide in gaza .

But the news saying the ceasefire agreement is done and they will maybe tomorrow Announce it .

Best thing is the isareli army will withdraw from all Gaza Strip that’s mean the Rafah border crossing will back to work again so i need your support your help so I could take my brother Mohammed out to be with his Son Zayed and his wife.

And didn’t told you before my brother Omar engaged and His fiancee still in north gaza. He asked me alot to tel you about her so he can also be with the love of his life.

Don’t think your contribution is small even the one dollar helps . Sharing also helping.

French people raised half a million. Half a fucking million for the family of the cop who murdered Nahel Merzouk, an Algerian boy.

Well we don’t know the value of an Algerian life in France but we sure now know the reward for killing one.

To all the French people who say France is not racist fuck you. To all the Europeans who pretend to be so much better than the US a huge fuck you. To all the people getting a hard on over France fuck you. To all the people who even think about mentioning how destroying public property is bad fuck you. Fuck everyone who is not revolted by what happened.