Fiction~~The Son of Satan
| The Son of Satan |
“They’re
dead?!”
“I’m afraid so, Sire.”
“Those
fucking idiots! I swear I will castrate the both of them the
second they revive rather than have their genes reproduce!” A goblet of
wine was flung across the room, and the tall, dark-haired man caught
the silver reflexively even as he bowed. A few crimson
droplets beaded against the black leather of his vest and pants before
he set it carefully on the ground.
He stayed bent
low as he spoke. He’d been informed what a momentous event tonight was
supposed to be, and his next words would utterly destroy any hope that
they could recover from this disaster. “They used gold, Sire.”
The
next goblet set to be catapulted at his head ceased to exist as one
large, tanned hand crumpled it into a ragged ball. Ga’lel
winced as he heard the sound. If he were lucky, the same
thing wouldn’t happen to his balls in the next few moments.
He kept his eyes to the ground, waiting. This was one of the
many, many days where he did not appreciate being the youngest
advisor. He was far too easy to discard as a sacrificial pawn.
“Refresh
my memory.” Eddies of darkness began to swirl around the room,
emanating from the huge man seated on the throne at the far
end. His black hair began to swirl around his head and the
hem of his floor-length, crimson loincloth fluttered in the
non-existent breeze. Ga’lel swallowed uncomfortably. He would
really rather not die today.
“Yes, Sire?”
“How
long does it take for my sons to regenerate if they’ve been killed with
gold?” The voice was deep and smooth and Ga’lel shivered.
“Five
days, Sire.”
“And how many days until All Hollow’s
Eve?”
An icy sweat broke out over Ga’lel’s body.
“It’s tonight, Sire.” He kept his body low and completely
subservient as Satan roared and raged. The king’s anger
circled around the belief that his children were witless lunatics whose
mothers must have scooped out their brains with a pitchfork.
Ga’lel, who was never inclined to argue too strenuously against Satan
on a good day, could find nothing to argue about in this
case. The Dark Lord’s children were huge men like himself,
black haired and olive skinned. Decadence and cruelty dripped
from their bodies more often than sweat did.
Intelligence,
on the other hand, was a rare light to find in their eyes.
Not surprising, really. They were both products of punishment
rather than pleasure. Considering that only someone insane or
possessed of monstrous stupidity would go against Satan, he supposed
the sons simply bred true from their mother’s side of the gene pool.
His
body clenched the way it always did when he thought of the their
mothers. Satan’s eldest had been from a female demon who had
thought she could manipulate herself into Satan’s graces.
He’d used her as a breeder instead, but the egotism and mindless
narcissism of the mother were obvious in the son. As for his
second son…
Ga’lel thought of the second child’s
mother with a visible shudder, his balls pulling up in fear as he
continued his painful obeisance. That particular demon had
been another advisor who had plotted to overthrow his king.
The others in the rebellion had been killed, but as this demon had
originally given his oath to serve Satan personally, he’d been allowed
the chance to do so.
Drawing out the process to
enjoy hours of tortured screams, Satan had physically altered the male
demon’s body. The demon had been impregnated with their
Lord’s seed, another activity that had been slowed for Satan’s
enjoyment, and then given to a brothel after the birth.
Ga’lel had heard recently that the imbecile was being sold as an
oddity. There were always those who wanted the unusual and
bizarre, in this case, the only male in hell who could bear
fruit. With an effort, he controlled another
shudder. If he finished this conversation without becoming
the second breeding male in hell, he would count himself lucky.
Self-defense
kicked up his senses a notch as Satan’s voice grew in volume.
He cheered considerably when he realized that the two sons were now the
target of Satan’s ire. As soon as they revived, it seemed
Satan had plans for how to kill them again. More than
once. As long as his Lord wasn’t going to kill – and torture
and maim and alter – the messenger, he might make it through this
intact.
In all senses of the word.
“…now
I’ll have to wait another fucking 1000 years to do
this! How could they be such fatuous, incompetent,
slime- ridden shits when they knew one of them was going to get a
chance to rule on earth for the next few decades! Do they
know how drunk I had to get God to get him to make this kind of
concession! His son got 30 some odd years, and MY son gets 30
years to do whatever HE wants on earth! But he has to come
out on the fucking night of fucking Halloween! They will
fucking miss it! I am going to rip out their lungs and play
them like a damn bagpipe! I’m…”
Ga’lel focused on
the floor and then closed his eyes. The stones were
permanently stained with blood from Satan’s many, many
tantrums. He truly didn’t want his own staining it soon as
well. Regenerating was, literally, hellish. The focus was on
the children now, but if this went on too long, it could easily expand
to include him as well.
Thoughts whirling as his
senses monitored Satan, he bowed so low his head almost touched the
floor. It took quite a bit of skill to do so, but he’d had
plenty of opportunity to perfect the pose. He was a natural
target as the lowest advisor on the totem pole, but add in his extra
height and he always stood out in a crowd. He’d learned early
to duck down low and long when necessary. In this case, that
meant almost another hour in the same position before Satan’s voice
lowered to an aggravated growling. Ga’lel’s muscles were
cramped and burning with the strain.
Winding
down, Satan was silent for a few minutes while Ga’lel remained as
subservient as he could manage. His Lord finally snapped at
him. “Stand up, Ga’lel.”
He
did so with a screaming twinge of twitching muscle.
“How
old are you?” Ga’lel didn’t like the speculative look in his king’s
eyes. Why did he need to know?
“237, Sire.”
“Good,
you’re under 300.” Satan snapped his fingers and a small piece of
parchment appeared there. “You can still visit earth then.”
“Yes,
Sire.” Why would he do so, though? Smelly, loud, dirty - he
didn’t understand the fascination it held for some of the other
demons. What was about to be asked of him?
“I
would almost rather cut off my own dick than do this, but nothing is
going to stop me from having a son come into power on All Hollow’s Eve,
not even my two heirs killing themselves off. Come here.”
Ga’lel
walked forward, anticipating anything. He was handed the
parchment, touched briefly on the forehead with a sharp, stinging pain,
and told to go find the parchment’s address, on earth.
“You’ll
find my son there.”
Blinking, he realized that he’d
anticipated anything but that. “Son, Sire? But I’ve
told you, they’re both dead.” If Satan was insane now, he was
in more trouble than he’d thought.
Hell’s first
fallen angel sighed and leaned back against his throne with an
irritated moan. “I know that. Do not assume I’m as witless as
my children. I have another son on earth already.”
Ga’lel
stared at him. Gaped. Opened and close his mouth
like a fish until Satan glared at him and kicked one of the buckles on
his black leather boots.
“You
have…another son?”
“Did I not just say
that? I thought his mother had promise, until she found out I
really WAS Satan and not just another human playing a part.
Bitch decided to be born again and who could stand to be around her
after that? Fuck, she stayed alive just long enough after the
birth to name the poor kid Adam and then cocked off. Can you
believe it? The son of Satan, and his name’s Adam.
Life is fucked up. But at least the kid’s alive, he’s on
earth already, and all I need is for you to touch him on the forehead
on All Hollow’s Eve and he’ll have a share of my power.”
Ga’lel
nodded. He was so busy congratulating himself on not dying
that he almost missed what Satan said next. “Stay with him
until he returns home.”
“Sire? Eh.
Home? And that would be?”
Satan’s eyes
narrowed and he kicked him again, hard enough have him stumble
back. “Hell! Stay with him the thirty years he has
on earth until he has to leave and come to Hell.
I’ll be there to retrieve you both, none of that crucified
shit. I don’t know what’s been going on with him lately, but
he could probably use a satanic advisor. You’re the only one
young enough right now, so you draw the short straw. If he’s
satisfied with you, you can stay in his service after he
returns. If he’s not…you can come back to mine. I’m
sure our first meeting after that type of failure will be
fascinating. I might even be in the mood for a new heir.”
Ga’lel
stood very still at Satan’s smile. He felt like he’d just
swallowed ice seeded with glass. As Satan had just reminded
him, in Hell, there were always worse things than death.
There was also no such thing as ‘do your best.’ Succeed, or
suffer.
He planned on
succeeding. This third son would be so damn
satisfied with his service that he’d want to keep him around for a few
millennia. He’d make sure of it.
“…kid
lives on his own, didn’t want anything to do with the assholes who
adopted him, so there shouldn’t be any problems with interference from
anyone else.”
Ga’lel nodded and clenched the
parchment tightly in his hand. “I will do as you command, Sire.”
“You’d
better do a good job, Ga’lel.” Satan muttered darkly, and the lower
demon nodded again carefully before he turned and left. His
breathing was ragged and loud, echoing ahead of him down the
hallway. He would have dissipated to mere molecules
and sped to earth the moment he exited if he could have, but he had to
be outside before he could do so. He walked as quickly as he
could without running.
Only one thing needed to be
his focus for the next few years: Keep Satan’s Son
Happy. If he did that, the remainder of his life
might still have some value in it.
And
he’d still have his cock.
In an attempt
to calm himself, something he’d need to do for his brain to work
properly again, he began to breathe deeply. The leather of
his laced vest rubbed against his nipples with each inhalation, and he
snarled as he simply added arousal to the maelstrom within his
body.
Cursing and panting now, he
started trotting down the hall. The faster he got out, the
faster he could get out of hell. As long as Adam wasn’t too
much like his brothers, it couldn’t be any worse than hell. His mind
polished his worry to a brighter sheen as he thought of how slim the
chances were of that. Satan’s other sons had their father’s
temper as well as their mother’s brains. Was there truly any
hope that this third son would be different?
Would
he be required to bow and scrape as much as Satan usually
demanded? Probably, he thought with a bitter
resignation. Satan’s negative traits did seem to come out in
his progeny; the next years were likely to be as difficult as the
previous centuries had been. Nodding to the palace
doorkeepers as they opened the last heavy door for him, he looked up
into the dark reaches of hell one last time. He’d miss the
dark. All that blue sky and odd white clouds –
creepy. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. He held
on to the paper, and with a quick twist of his fingers, his form
disappeared and he headed to earth.
Ga’lel
looked at the house in front of him and checked the parchment for the
fifth time. It said that this was the right house, but it
must be an error, or a lie. Perhaps whatever methods were
employed to keep track of Satan’s progeny were flawed. He
hoped Satan punished whatever had provided the misinformation rather
than emasculating Ga’lel for his failure. Unlikely, but it
was all he had.
This could not be the right house.
Satan’s
son would not live in a cute little cottage in the suburbs with a white
picket fence and…gah, a toy garden out front with pretend gnomes and a
white pearly unicorn with pink hooves.
Taking a deep
breath, he leaned down to push open the little gate and walked up to
the door, the buckles on his boots clanking. It was almost 6
o’clock. If the current resident didn’t know of Adam, or
where he might be, there wouldn’t be enough time to find the prince
before nightfall.
He took a deep breath and
pressed the doorbell.
“Just a
minute! I’ll be right there!” The sweet voice washed over him
like a sprinkle of pink water. The young man who opened the
door matched it perfectly. The little thing was utterly
adorable; he couldn’t be long out of his teens. Golden haired
and petite, he looked up at Ga’lel with soft green eyes that widened in
shock. A mint green poet’s shirt and knee length skirt
fluttered as wind blew in from the yard. The skirt edge
flirted with exposing him completely as the gust eddied around them.
Satan’s
minion couldn’t stop staring. Sweetness and light wasn’t seen
in hell very often, but if it looked as lickable as this, he could
finally say he understood the appeal. If he had even an hour
to spend with this at his disposable, he would take him so thoroughly
the little one wouldn’t walk for a week. Maybe he could come back here
and play out a fantasy or two before he went back to hell without Adam
and suffered for the rest of his unnatural life.
“Ga’lel?”
The boy whispered, his small fingers clinging to each other at his
chest. Pearly white teeth bit his lip as though he was about
to smile and not sure he should let himself.
“Uh.”
How did the morsel know his name?
The little
angel’s shoulders drooped as Ga’lel remained silent. “Sorry,” he
whispered softly. “I thought you were someone I knew. Wh-What
can I do for you?”
It was a moment more before he
could decide what to say. Should he admit who he was, or ask about
Adam? If the young man knew him, perhaps Adam actually did
live here, and someone from hell had informed him what was
coming. He couldn’t think of any other reason his name would
be on the little one’s tongue.
It
wouldn’t hurt to act as though the young man knew Adam and continue
from there, in either case. A good first impression might do
him wonders. If this wasn’t one of Adam’s little playthings,
he could certainly become Ga’lel’s for a few hours.
He
bowed low, swallowing to make sure he wasn’t drooling too
badly. “My apologies, sir. You caught me off
guard. I’m Ga’lel.”
“Really?
You’re really Ga’lel?” Puppy’s eyes couldn’t even compete with this
level of cuteness, he thought, feeling a little dazed.
He
nodded, barely, and a squeal cut off whatever else he was going to say.
“You’re
real! You’re really real! I knew it! I knew it! I
knew the dreams were real! I’ve been waiting for you all
day!” The boy brought his hands up to his lips while he danced in place
with excited little skips. A huge gust of wind swooped in and
flipped his skirt upside down, giving Ga’lel an eyeful of a half-erect
cock, slim legs, and golden curls. There was no
underwear. He choked, staring at the hem as it drifted down,
willing it to flip up again with rather desperate hope.
When
his hand was taken, he allowed himself to be dragged inside. His eyes
never left the ripples of cloth covering a pert backside that was only
making him harder. Oblivious to the rainbow prints decorating the
walls, he followed his host into kitchen. He sat where he was
told, ass planted on a petite chair with a lace cushion while his legs
were splayed wide just to keep his knees from being pushed up to his
chest. Cuteness incarnate bustled around the kitchen as he
watched in a hypnotized daze.
“I made some cookies
for us,” Bright Eyes said happily, tying on a frilled apron.
Ga’lel moaned, his nipples hardening. When the young man bent over to
pull the cookies from the oven, his soft balls and cheeks peeking out
from underneath the skirt, Ga’lel thought that hell had nothing over
the torment of earth. His pants were so tight it was absolute
torture.
Trying to regain his ability to think, he
ate a cookie as the young man offered him one. Hot and gooey,
the heavy chocolate flavor helped not at all. It just made
him imagine laying the sweet dessert over pale skin and licking off the
dark sweetness as it melted.
He’d
eaten his third cookie before he realized that the boy was watching
him. Those green eyes were focused on his face with an
intensity that was a little uncomfortable. He licked some
chocolate from the corner of his mouth and saw the boy copy his
movement. He put the cookie down.
As he
sat without something to occupy his hands or mouth, his few neurons
started working again. He had to find Adam.
“I
appreciate the hospitality,” he said, thinking he’d appreciated the
free peep show more. “But I’m afraid I really need to find
someone. Do you…do you know anyone by the name of Adam?”
The
boy smiled happily. “Satan’s son?”
He did,
Ga’lel thought, surprised at how little that made him happy.
He didn’t want to go back to hell having failed, but if this young man
knew Adam, he must be taken already. Ga’lel wouldn’t have
access to him until Adam grew bored.
“I’m
Adam!” When he didn’t respond, his mouth too busy hanging
open to speak, the boy giggled. “You look like you just got
kissed by your first boy!”
“Ah….” Was this
a joke? He didn’t know that much about earth humor, so maybe
this was funny
“Admit it, you didn’t know, did you?”
He
couldn’t be serious. The Son of Satan was not sitting on lace
cushions in an apron kicking his legs back and forth like a little
child. He couldn’t be.
“You’re Adam?”
“Mm
hmmm.” Adam nodded with his mouth was full of chocolate chip
cookie. He swallowed, licking his fingers with a delicate
tongue as he watched Ga’lel.
Ga’lel thought he could
hear Satan screaming in anguished humiliation inside his
head. When he saw teeny blue sparkles glint across one cheek
as Adam tilted his head, he reached for another cookie.
“Uh, Adam. I mean, Sir…” Could this REALLY be the
same Adam as the one he was looking for? He looked around at
the miniature Jack ‘o Lanterns decorating the table in front of him and
shook his head. “How do you know about your father?”
“Oh,
call me Adam. And I dream of him. We talk
sometimes.” Bright green eyes shone while little rosebud lips
smiled. “I dream of you, too. I dreamed you’d be
coming tonight.” Adam hopped off his chair and walked over to stand in
front of him. He looked at his face, his gaze running across
Ga’lel’s body until every inch had received a few minutes attention.
“Daddy
wants you to serve me for as long as I’m happy. That’s right,
isn’t it?” Ga’lel stuttered out some type of affirmative
answer, imagining what kind of service he could give. The
little thing was so innocent and sweet – if he weren’t the first one to
defile him, he’d definitely be the best.
Adam
clapped happily. “I’ve never had a boy toy of my very own.
This is going to be so fun!”
Boy toy?
There seemed to be some confusion in his new Master’s mind as to their
roles. Ga’lel was not toy material, a fact he could make
exceptionally clear if he had a chance to touch Adam’s skin for even a
moment.
“OH!” Adam snapped his fingers as though
remembering something and hurried toward the door. Ga’lel shook himself
free of the ruffle and sparkle induced stupor he’d fallen
into. A look outside confirmed that it was already after
dark. He needed to hurry!
“Wait, I still
need to pass on Satan’s gift!”
Adam turned back
around with a twirl, his skirt flaring out and exposing himself
again. “Satan’s gift?” Adam walked over, giving his hips a
little saunter as he drew close.
Ga’lel stared at
him, panting a little from the mouth-watering flash of skin.
He’d always been a fan of leather pants and leggings before but right
now, he hoped Adam wore skirts as long as he served him. They
had more possibilities than he’d thought.
Adam’s
eyes looked darker than before as he came over until he was standing in
between Ga’lel’s splayed legs. Clothing rustling softly, he
braced his hands on Ga’lel’s thighs and leaned up on his
toes. His face was inches from the demon’s when he smiled
sweetly. “I thought you were the gift.”
He
shook his head quickly, leaning back. He’d never had someone
come onto him this way in his life! He was too large; he did
the pursuing. Unless the little one didn’t understand how
appealing he was, that might be it. He licked his lips as
Adam’s fingers played with the leather over his thighs, kneading with
light fingers.
He must not realize what he’s doing,
he thought, squirming a little. He couldn’t
possibly. A little thing like him? Who baked
cookies and bought lace covers for his chairs? He couldn’t
possibly.
“Ga’ le-el.” He
blinked as a small finger tapped his nose and he realized he’d been
staring at Adam’s face without speaking. “What’s the gift,
Ga’lel?”
“Uh… Satan’s power!
S-Satan wants to transfer a little of his power to you, for your use
over the next thirty years on earth.”
Teeth nibbled
those luscious pink lips again and Ga’lel hoped his erection was not as
prominent as he thought it was. They would taste like
chocolate and strawberry. White chocolate and
strawberry.
“But you stay here, right?”
“Yes.
As you have no advisors of your own, I c-can be in your service if
you…wish.” He broke off as Adam pushed up and kissed him softly on the
lips, grinding his hips against his constrained erection. He
stared at him, mouth open again in an idiotic gape as Adam pushed off
and clapped his hands again like a small child being a given a sweet.
“You
taste just like chocolate cookies!”
“Uh…”
“That
is so adorable!”
Adorable? He wasn’t
adorable. “Adam…”
“So, how do we do it?”
“Do
it?” That was all it was going to take? His
nostrils flared and he started to reach up his hands to take Adam’s
waist until the boy spoke again.
“Transfer the
power. The gift?”
“Oh, uh, yes.
Of course.”
Green eyes sparkled. “You were
thinking something naughty, weren’t you?”
“I…”
“That’s
even more adorable,” Adam whispered, coming close again.
Ga’lel reached out and touched his forehead quickly, wincing a little
as the Son of Satan squeaked like a little mouse as a spark settled
into his skin. The boy was too close; he tempted him to try
things that he should really not be considering with one of the ruling
beings in hell. Adam might not be in hell now, but he would
be. If Ga’lel pissed him off, he could be in for a lot of
pain later. If there was anything left after Satan finished
with him.
But he was so damn
cute!
It was making his head spin trying
to figure out how to act around him!
Adam rubbed
at his head. “That wasn’t very nice.” Adam
murmured.
Poor little thing.
He was so cute he wanted to just eat him up.
Adam
stared at him.
“My apologies, Adam.”
He
wanted to take his cock into his mouth and see him writhing.
Adam’s
wide eyes blinked once before his perpetual, erotic little smile was
back in force. “So, you’re supposed to help me now?”
Ga’lel
bowed his head with a quick bob. “Yes, Adam.”
“Good!”
Did Adam have a dimple there? “I have the perfect thing; I’ve
been planning it all day!”
“Whatever you need.”
Half
an hour later, Ga’lel stood in Adam’s living room, wondering what the
hell he’d gotten himself into.
“Adam…are you
certain this is what you want to do first? You have powers
from hell. You could do anything.”
“I
want to do this,” Adam said absently as he applied a pink blush to his
own cheeks. Ga’lel was glad he hadn’t added some to Ga’lel’s
face, not that he needed any. He could see in the mirror that
his cheeks were already red. He hadn’t blushed since he was
less than a decade, but right now, his cheeks were crimson.
Looking
at his reflection in the mirror on the wall, he inwardly
cringed. It was Halloween, and Adam had gone on and on about
how much he’d always wanted to go to a costume party with a
partner. He’d gushed about how perfect it was that Ga’lel was
there, just like he’d dreamed. Now he could do it exactly as
he’d wanted.
The little one did look
fabulous. Still wearing the skirt from before, he’d done up
his shoulder length hair in ringlets and added a bright red cloak with
a hood. Supposedly it was from some folk tale about a small
girl in a red cloak and a ‘big, bad’ wolf.’ He’d relaxed as
he’d heard what role was supposed to play, until he’d seen the costume.
Ga’lel
looked at it again, flushed brighter, and looked away. He had
a pair of dark puppy ears stuck on his head with a dark headband that
blended with his hair. Other than that, there were only two
other items Adam had told him to put on: a black leather thong with a
dark wolf’s tail attached to the back, and a silver collar and
leash. He’d never worn something this revealing; cute little
bottoms looking for protection might prance around like this in hell,
but he did not. It looked ridiculous on him!
And
besides, he couldn’t believe something like this hadn’t caught fire
even being brought into this house! Every surface surrounding
him had white lace doilies and cushions and lace – this house shouldn’t
have black leather thongs! It wasn’t possible! And
the feeling of the leather in between the cheeks of his ass was kind of
turning him on, besides.
“Adam, this
costume…” He flicked the leash.
Adam
turned from the gilt mirror and smiled at him as he came
close. “I know, it’s perfect, isn’t it? Little Red
Riding Hood and the Big, Bad Wolf. You’re perfect!” He ended
on a little squeal and hugged Ga’lel around the waist.
Feeling the small body pressed against his cock, Ga’lel’s breath
caught. Maybe it wasn’t so bad. If it helped him
seduce the sparkled temptation, he could put up with being
this…exposed. Even if it made him feel like a sex slave.
“Come
on, now, the cab’s here!”
Oh yes, they were leaving
like this.
Ga’lel gulped, pushing back a curtain to
look out the window. Seeing human families walking with their children
as they went from house to house, he could imagine little costumed
hands held out for free treats while piping voices lisped ‘Trick or
Treat!’ Some holidays of earth he actually had researched.
He’d
already watched Adam put out a bowl of candy next to the gate with a
‘help yourself. Please take two’ sign attached. He couldn’t
go out there looking like this, though. His arms and legs had
goose bumps up and down just from the cooler air on earth, even inside
the house; he’d be freezing if he went outside. Besides, his
ass was completely exposed – he wanted to hold onto what dignity he had
left.
He wanted to please Adam, no, he needed to
please Adam if he didn’t want to be sent back, but he couldn’t do
this. If nothing else, his erection was showing up loud and
clear where it pushed fitfully against the leather. How could
Adam expect them to get out to a vehicle when he was dressed like this
and there were humans outside?
“Adam, this costume…
“ His voice was more tentative than he’d heard in years and he hated
the uncertain feeling that came with it. He simply wasn’t
sure how to deal with this. This was Satan’s son; he was
trained to serve them. The adorable, fashion conscious little
sweetheart that now held Satan’s power on earth did not seem to be
reacting as he should to Ga’lel’s service, however. He hadn’t
even asked what he powers he had yet!
Bright eyes
narrowed speculatively for a moment as Adam turned to face
him. “Ga’lel, just how much power did I get from daddy?”
A
measure of peace settled over him. This, he knew how to deal
with. Finally.
“You may change the
physical nature of things. You may cause plagues and destroy
buildings. You may cloud men’s minds, or arouse their baser
natures so that they betray and injure their family and
friends. You-“
“Oh that’s plenty.” Adam
interrupted, waving his hands so quickly that the red nail polish on
his fingertips was a small blur in the air. Looking up at the
aroused demon, his lips pursed and Ga’lel’s head was filled with the
image of them around his cock. Beautiful and soft, he
imagined looking down to see them stretched wide around his member
while he slid into unbelievable heat. He moaned under his
breath, trying to control himself. Adam’s lips around the
head of him, Adam’s lips delicately licking up his stomach and chest,
Adam’s lips on his own – the little one had to taste sweet.
He just knew it, as bright and sweet as his face.
What
would his expression be when he came? When Ga’lel held him
over his lap and lowered him onto his cock, slowly so he could savor
the look on Adam’s face. He’d be able to watch each small
ripple of pleasure and pain across his face as he entered him and
filled that sweet little ass. He could feel it; so tight it
hurt a little. The small sudden grip of muscles around his
dick every time it slid in another inch, as Adam’s body reacted to the
sensation and quivered. Adam’s cheeks would flush when Ga’lel
had him move, letting the little one ride up and piston his own ass
back down each time. He’d be so beautiful.
Ga’lel
jumped as he felt a hand cup him through the leather, and he looked
down into Adam’s green eyes. They were bright, their pupils
huge as lips curved. His cheeks were flushed. “You
really want me, don’t you?” His hand squeezed Ga’lel’s cock
as he didn’t respond right away, rubbing against sensitive
flesh. Ga’lel grunted, his hips pressing forward against his
will.
“Yes,” he finally managed, his voice hoarse as
his hips pushed again with a small twitch.
Slender
fingers undid ties and his erection pushed free into their warmth and
softness. He shuddered as he clenched his fists and tried
very, very hard not to throw Adam down and fuck him senseless.
“You
want me, not just the son of Satan. You just want me.” One
fragile finger brushed over the head of his cock and he whimpered in a
deep, guttural rumble.
“Hell save me,
yes.” He would give up his status as Satan’s advisor at this
point, if he could just have a chance at that perfectly built little
body. He felt so hot.
Adam
beamed at him, gripping his entire cock with his small hand, just
barely able to wrap his fingers around it. “That is so sweet,
but I wouldn’t want you to do that. I’m looking forward to
having you…serve me.”
Ga’lel blinked, stunned at the
thought that he’d said that out loud. How could he have-
“Oh,
you didn’t. Don’t worry, you’re still in control of
yourself. Still my big, bad wolf.” The hand squeezed him
gently. “I can just read your mind.” The bright smile and twinkle in
his eyes as he said that made the admission more horrifying.
If he could read his mind, did that mean that he’d seen what he was
thinking, when he was thinking…
Adam giggled,
squeezing him again. “I might have helped you along with that
a little.” Ga’lel’s mouth fell open. “Well, you said I could
make men give in to their baser urges, didn’t you?
Although you haven’t given in yet.” A little pout and then a sweetly
wicked grin brightened up his face. “Maybe I just forgot that
part.”
He leaned down, the red of his cloak falling
of his face and hiding it from Ga’lel’s sight until he was low enough
to touch his cock. The demon felt a scaldingly hot tongue
lick up his shaft and heard a low murmur.
“Come.
Right now, Ga’lel. I want you to come all over my
hand.” Ga’lel’s body quivered as the need grew fierce and
overwhelming, all at once, as though he’d pounded into Adam’s sweet
body for an hour. His entire body broke out in a sweat, his
balls tightened, and seed poured out of his cock as he came
hard. Buttocks clenched with small thrusts, he couldn’t stop
himself. Mind breaking apart, he yelled hoarsely as it went
on and on, pulsing from him. His groin was on fire!
Hands scrabbling for purchase, he found Adam’s shoulders and pulled him
in, yanking him close as he pushed himself against him.
Thrust after thrust, his body’s released just kept coming while he
grunted and cried out incoherently. His lungs aching, his
legs shaking with fatigue, the only thing he could do was come.
And
come.
And come.
“Aaaaadam!!
Pleeeease!” It was too much! His mind was searing
away; he felt like he was dying!
He didn’t see
Adam’s face; his eyes were clenched shut while his hands still gripped
shoulders, pulling the small man against his body while he shoved
himself against him.
“You can stop coming now,
sweetie.” Adam murmured, his fingers stroking the erection that finally
softened in his hand. “Oh, that was wonderful. You
were so beautiful, Ga’lel.” He looked up into the demon’s
dazed eyes.
With the sharp end to his
release, Ga’lel stood, clinging desperately to Adam’s small body as he
tried to remain on his feet. He couldn’t speak, his body
straining for air as he tried to breathe again. His head
bowed low until he touched the silky hood of Adam’s costume and he
abruptly reared back, stumbling away. He looked in horror at
the semen covering his stomach and groin, his eyes shifting to see the
substance absolutely covering Adam’s face and the front of his costume
where he’d been pounded against Ga’lel’s cock.
Adam
had made him come! A few words, and he’d come and hadn’t been
able to help himself in the slightest. He was just as
susceptible to the clouding of his mind as a human! He’d
never realized. And now, the riding hood costume was
ruined. There was no way the young man would want to show up
to the party like that, and whether or not Ga’lel had been ‘encouraged’
to come or not didn’t matter. That type of error would call
for a beating, if not the need to regenerate, in hell.
Adam
reached out, brushing his slick fingertips over Ga’lel’s wrist with a
soothing little rub. “I wouldn’t hurt you over this. It’s not
your fault. Goodness, daddy must be a bit of a bitch if this
is enough to set him off.” His eyes twinkled. “Although it is
pretty fun. Did you enjoy it, more than anything?
Come on, be honest.”
“I’d rather fill you up with my
seed and hear you scream out in pleasure.” Ga’lel shook, his
body startling, staring at Adam in horror as he heard what he’d just
said. “N-no! I didn’t mean to say
that! I don’t want to scare you! I just want to
bend you over the couch and take your sweet ass and-
mmmmmmnnnddffmpph.” Ga’lel held his hands over his mouth, gripping it
tightly as it continued to speak, spilling out his desires whether he
wanted it to or not.
Adam’s cheeks were pink,
although he licked his lips slowly, his eyes running up and down
Ga’lel’s body. His perpetual smile sparkled as brightly as
his pale eye shadow.
“You can stop being
honest now.” Ga’lel’s hands fell from his mouth. He
couldn’t take his eyes from Adam. He’d never had anyone do
something like this to him. Adam could read his
mind? Make him come, make him do whatever he
wished? Ga’lel towered over the diminutive blond; he could
have broken his neck with a quick twist of his hands if he hadn’t been
Satan’s son. Now, he felt, for the first time in his life,
completely helpless. Even Satan didn’t make him feel this way.
The
worst of it was…the nerves and worry over what Adam was going to do
next were racing over his skin and he was getting hard again.
The thought that Adam could do this to him was actually arousing
him. Adam was messing with his mind again!
“Not
this time. That’s all you, sweetie.” Adam smiled, bouncing
forward to look up into Ga’lel’s face. “You are totally turned on by
this. We’re going to have so much fun together!”
Ga’lel
took a step back. “But…your party! You wished to go
to a party.”
Hands waved again, dismissing the
previous plans. “I can show you off later.”
“Y-your
clothing…I’ll wash it for you.” Ga’lel offered desperately. “I should
clean it now so it doesn’t ruin the cloth. I’ll-“ He sagged
as Adam giggled and snapped his fingers. Every stain
disappeared in an instant. Another snap, and Ga’lel’s own
leather clothes did the same.
He yelped in
surprise. He was completely nude! Completely…so why
was he feeling something brushing against his ass?
He
twitched his tail, worried, and his eyes widened. A frantic
look behind him showed a dark, bushy wolf’s tail, flowing out from his
spine just above his ass.
“What?!
What in Hell’s name is this!?”
Adam
clapped his hands gleefully. “You look so adorable!
Oh, the ears! I’ve got to do the ears too!”
“No,
wait-“ Another snap and Ga’lel’s hearing changed, sounds taking on a
brighter pitch, and he could feel ears twitching in time to his
tail. He reached up and grabbed at the soft furry things,
wincing as he pulled to hard. “What have you done to me?”
“You
are the cutest little bad wolf I’ve ever seen!” Adam nearly skipped as
he went around Ga’lel. When Ga’lel turned to keep him in
sight, he felt a small slap to his backside. “No, hold still, I want to
see how you look.”
He froze, unable to
move. “Adam! What did you just do to me!?
I have – what did you do?!” His knees almost buckled as
smooth skinned hands stroked down his spine and over his
tail. “Ohhhhhhh.”
“Hee, it makes you
horny! You are just so precious.” Both hands began to stroke
the new appendage and he quivered. It felt almost as
sensitive as his dick! With a soft pat to his bottom, Adam moved away
to walk back in front of him. “You can move again.”
“Adam!
Please, take them off!”
“Oh don’t worry, it’s just
for Halloween.” Ga’lel felt himself start to panic.
He didn’t want a damn set of weird ears on his head! He
didn’t want a tail! He didn’t want this! “Shhhh,
don’t get so frightened. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m
NOT frightened!” he scowled.
“I’ll be really
gentle.” Adam said softly, walking towards him. He couldn’t
stop himself and backed away. There was a small smile, as if
mocking him nicely for the fear that he knew was there but wasn’t about
to admit out loud, even if Adam could pick the thought from his
head. “If you’re really good and play along, I might even let
you take me over the couch later,” he said with a little wiggle of his
hips.
Ga’lel’s mouth watered and he glanced at the
plush thing waiting in the middle of the floor. He
would? Maybe Ga’lel could keep his thoughts to himself for a
little while. If he could have him later.
Adam
leaned against him and Ga’lel looked down into his flushed, seductively
beautiful face. He jumped as he felt hands against his naked
cock and was reminded again that he was completely nude. It
made his own cheeks ruddy.
“You can bend
me over, and hold onto my ass and take me hard. I like it
that way. If you’ll just play along for now. That’s
not too much to ask, is it, sweetie?”
Ga’lel
swallowed. “No.” his voice squeaked a little and he cleared
his throat.
Adam took hold of his hand with a happy
squeal and began to drag him out of the room towards the back of the
house. “Goodie! Come on, then.” He looked back over
his shoulder at Ga’lel and smiled, suddenly so seductively sensual that
Ga’lel’s breath caught. “I think the big, bad wolf has been a
very bad boy.”
Ga’lel held back a little, but it
didn’t seem to slow down Satan’s Son in the slightest. A bad
boy?
Adam skipped along, Ga’lel’s arm bouncing up
and down with him as it was pulled along. His voice sung out
cheerfully. “Let’s go get the pa-ddle.”
“What?!
Paddle? Adam, I don’t want-“
“Don’t
worry. It’ll feel wonderful when your skin is stinging
underneath you and I sit on your cock.” Adam promised, looking back at
him.
Ga’lel choked. “But-“
“And
it’ll make me really, really hot.”
“Oh.
But –“
“Did you know you have the prettiest bottom
I’ve ever seen?”
“Uh. N-no.” He looked
back at himself, saw the wolf’s tail, and winced.
“You
know you’ll like it.” Adam said with another candy-coated smile, and
Ga’lel flushed.
“Uh…” Adam’s fingers toyed with the
palm of his hand. “Uh… Really?”
“Come
and find out.” The door closed behind them.
Satan
turned off his mirror with a wave of his hand, laughing to
himself. Poor Ga’lel; he was in for quite a time of it over
the next few thousand years. And the sap had bought the
entire story. He was really far too naïve to stay in
hell. Probably a good thing that he’d have a protector now –
a big body only kept you safe for so long.
If the
Lord of Hell weren’t so good at his job, he might have been surprised
that it all came off so well. Ga’lel actually believing the
story the other advisors fed him had been the only potential flaw, and
the gullible demon had bought it hook, line and sinker. It
was amazing that level of gullibility still existed in one of his own
staff. God hadn’t agreed to let Satan have a son get into
power since the world had been populated; how likely was it that he’d
do so now? How likely that Satan wouldn’t have thought of
getting him drunk before now? He should feel insulted that
the lad had so little faith in hell’s leadership. He was sure
his sons would feel insulted when they revived, if they had enough
brains to realize how easily their mock battle had been
believed. Of course, he’d give them a few of the best of his
whores as a reward and they’d forget all about it.
Adam
should be happier now, he thought, smiling as he thought of his
favorite son. His child might not be next in line to rule earth, but
Satan hadn’t lied about the thirty years. Adam only had a
limited time there before God would allow him to leave and be with his
family in hell. Satan would have taken him earlier, if he
could. It had been so very hard on the boy, having to stay on
earth while his dreams showed him what he was missing. It was
nice to be able to finally give him proof that the world his mind
envisioned was real.
And he’d received the birthday
present he’d asked for during their last shared dreaming: a little more
power, and something ‘special’ that he could keep as long as he
wanted. The power might only be effective against Ga’lel, but
he had a feeling Adam wouldn’t mind.
Ga’lel
had been a damn good advisor, but it looked as though he was going to
make a much better permanent plaything for his son.
Now,
if only he could find one of his own…
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