90% of this quickie comics motivation was the "babe alert at 5 o clock. No, that's 3 o clock" joke.
Allocer has a bit of a fragile heart, but a very lustful body, so Agares has witnessed her start a physical relationship and the end up upset and heart broken because other person didn't want to take it as far emotionally as she did several times. It has also ganged up on other partners with Bathin and Astaroth after said heart break to induce some against being probably from a different universe who has SEEN ALL fear on them to keep them away from Allocer.
Agares doesn't trust these ex Free Pack members in general, but it especially doesn't trust this young on with its sister's heart.
Allocer thinks Festor is cute and fluffy and he is young enough that the thought she could actually take the lead in a relationship is exciting.
Festor is a 22 year old who doesn't have much experience and is still low key recovering from being experimented on since he was a child, but wants some to get his paws on fluffy spider boobs.
His brothers don't understand the non-mammalian preference Festor has, but after all the shit they went through with the rot and being experimented into super soldiers, if he's happy, they're happy. Also... If Festor gets in with someone who's been around the grounds for a while, then maybe they can be introduced to some fine folks to smooch on as well.
Also I realized while drawing this that the lines on his head might well be scars from the helmet he had on.
No where else to drop this HC, so I'll put it at the end. Allocer and Festor are both trans, and, they've bonded over having siblings who don't really experience gender dysphoria.
Heeaaavvyyy agares girlie and starving for more content from him (prettybusy please just finally release an L Card of this beautiful devil)
Anyways, I was wondering if you could maybe write an one shot(NSFW) of agares being jealous of the interactions between F!reader and belphegor and especially since he knows reader is able to choose future king, he wants to get along with her better.
Since our beloved ex prince is very competitive, especially when it comes to his throne he wants to make the reader moan so loud that every single noble and belphegor hear her. Maybe he whispers into her ear something like
"don't only let them hear *how* good you feel but *who* makes you feel like this too"
If you feel comfortable with it tho and thank you so much for taking you time and reading this, loving your work!
Have a great day🤍🐇
I am so sorry if this is late holy shit (and yes I actually wrote it lol)
Synopsis: This was the right time to choose a future king: Belphegor, the sin of sloth, and Agares, the competitive prince who wishes to take back the throne. While you are still attached to the idle king, Agares needs to figure out a solution to win you over. Fortunately, his right-hand man gets involved and formulates a plan.
Time was ticking, the decision to pick a future king of Hell remaining in your hands. You loved spending time with all the kings and nobles, especially those residing in Niflheim. However, there was one particular problem: the options were tied between Belphegor and Agares.
Belphegor, on one hand, never wanted to become king at all — the hefty amounts of work being an instant bother to him. Did not give a single care in the world to be Hell’s ruler even. That’s why he has Beleth around to handle everything. He might even be the one to take the role of king instead.
Agares, on the other hand, has the strong potential to rule the entirety of Hell. This noble possesses the willpower to command an army of devils, ensuring Niflheim’s protection from incoming angel attacks. He held this serious demeanor since childhood, and vowed to never let the country down.
So far, you have been leaning towards Belphegor. You shared a few kinks of yours with the sloth king, cosplaying as some cat girl and whatnot. You enjoy sleeping with him and cuddling under the sheets. He was pretty calm for the most part, despite his downsides of being lazy. Belphie makes you deal with work whether it was heavy or not. It would be something you’ll have to get used to at some point.
That’s what Agares hated. Seeing you mess around with Belphegor, doing your service to him, and teasing on rare occasions. There was one time when he watched you from afar. You pushing back a strand of hair for Belphie and kissing his temple is what brought Agares to his boiling point. There is bound to be plenty of changes around Niflheim. The problem is: how will this iron-fisted prince win you in his arms? He might as well take advice from his right-hand.
“So, ya wanna chance to get a lil’ closer with the descendant?” The tea brewing Vassago questioned curiously.
Agares stares at the castle window, the country still in ruin as a reflection of himself hovers. This led him to think about Niflheim’s future. The place could probably get worse if you choose Belphegor as king, or a sliver of luck will shy toward the prince.
“That’s my plan. Swayin’ the woman to my side instead o’ that good-fer-nothin’ devil,” he turns to approach the scented trail of green tea, “If she won’t give me a chance, we’re doomed fer sure.”
His right-hand servant hands over the cup of tea, “I would take a gentle ‘n’ welcomin’ approach so she’d be less afraid of ya. Maybe have conversations to know her a bit more?”
“I ain’t normally built to turn soft on people, Vassago. I’m lookin’ fer somethin’ strategic, more appropriate fer my taste.”
“Pursuin’ her don’t require that level o’ thinkin’,” Vassago protests, “Don’t worry about her humanity, try givin’ her a chance.
Give her a chance.
Vassago has a point. The authoritative image he held up against you could be a reason why you weren’t really interested in contrast to Belphegor. Agares will just have to take his advice and roll with it, praying that this miracle will happen.
Agares sighed before sipping his cup of tea, “If ya say so.”
—
You wander around the castle for god knows how long. There wasn’t much to do, really, inside and out. You only went out for some fresh air in the morning, but you can’t figure out anything else. Maybe you can take a nap with Belphegor for a bit —
“There ya are,” a voice calls out from behind.
Assuming it was Agares, you turn around to the devil before you. This was rare for him to show up out of the blue. With your uptight behavior, he keeps up the usual serious demeanor.
“Oh! Um, hey, Agares,” you greeted nervously, “Did you want me to do you a favor? I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”
He adjusts his glove, “Neither was I…”
The prince lacked ideas for spending time with you, dates weren’t really his cup of tea. However, he already knew about your libido and dire need for devil energy. Did Belphegor ever lend you any?
“Ack! Forget it! That damn sloth don’t even got the effort fer that anyway.”
It’s about time that he takes you to his bed. You have yet to engage in sex with Agares, so whatever he’s planning might surprise you.
“Come with me,” Agares takes your hand and walks you elsewhere.
“Huh? Wait, where are we going!?”
“To my den.”
Strange. This was an unexpected turn of events after all that turning down he did for a while. Belphie let you in first, him providing you tasks and sleeping with you. Now, Agares is ready to do the opposite. Everything should go smoothly according to plan. It’s about time that he gave himself a chance to soften up a bit.
You and the prince pass through busy devils who roam around the castle halls. Papers bustle and voices chatter nonstop. Going further, the sounds began to tone down. Only a few instances of echoing inside the emptiness. Almost reaching your destination, you halt toward one of the Niflheim king’s men. It was none other than an appalled Gusion.
“Uh, what the hell are you doing with Agares?”
Before you can speak, the competing prince interrupts, “None o’ yer business. Now, stay outta our damn way!”
Agares pulls you close and shoves the devil away, finally entering the bedroom. Gusion looks back, eyes rolling before he walks off.
He keeps the bedroom door locked in case anybody bursts it open. This was an important matter to him, even if it had nothing to do with his men or Niflheim’s security. The room is clean with a few garden pots growing orange trees. One of them wasn’t the healthiest, desaturated and withered. You approach a futon to sit down and wait for whatever favor Agares needed from you. Hand still tight on the doorknob, the noble glances at you before walking over. He was already nervous about this private negotiation, his hand combing his silvery strands.
“Ugh, I never thought I’d end up here,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. He eventually makes eye contact with you, “I need you.”
Your heart jumps. He needs who now?!
“M-me!? For what? Is there work to be done here?”
“No! What I’m sayin’ is that yer better off stayin’ by my side instead of Belphegor’s.”
You already knew of this. The choice of king is still undetermined. Being closer to Belphegor, you have not pondered the idea of Agares wanting to drag you from the king’s grasp. From your viewpoint, it seems like he was only trying to yank your chain, reshape you as the person he wishes to see, like his obedient army of men.
You cross your arms and send a skeptical look, “And what reason could that be?”
Agares remained silent. He can feel a bead of sweat dribble down his temple, bringing his gloved fingertips to wipe it off. He swallowed and breathed out calmly to settle his nerves.
“I wanna get closer to ya, get to know ya a bit better…”
To your shock, this was a side of him you had never predicted to see before. No more of that war-between-devils-and-angels talk. You finally got a chance to watch as Agares unveils the truth.
“I just can’t stand seein’ ya work around that damn devil all the time. Yer better off stayin’ with me instead.”
You were a bit clueless, the sudden attitude of the prince starting to care about you. Those were the words of a hardened man who takes the edge off when around the one he cherishes most.
A little thought came to mind. Agares went this far to rope you to his side. Spending so much time with Belphegor certainly burned his core in anger.
Without thinking, you ask, “You’re not jealous of Belphie, are you?”
His eyes glint open. Teeth clench tight after hearing your response. This unexpected nickname Belphie escaped your mouth just now. It was not too big a deal, yet it was to Agares. He can’t allow you to be attached to the sloth for long.
“Agh, my body. I-“ your body begins to feel odd. That starved feeling, you required devil energy.
“Fuck, I need some energy. I feel hot out of nowhere.”
You lie down on the futon, gripping your top and whimpering. The devil watched as his face turned a bright red. If this wasn’t the strangest experience he encountered, who knows what else is?
“Hah- I’m so sorry, Agares…”
Without saying a word, the devil motions over to you, getting on his knees and sliding a gloved hand over your stomach. You whimper at his touch, keeping an eye on him as he peels the cloth. The black leather that inches upward raises the sound of your breathing. If this is another way to win you over, then so be it.
“You look like ya need it bad,” Agares leaned down to whisper, “Is havin’ me here good enough fer ya?”
“Hah- yes, please!”
As his heart skips a beat, Agares giggles in your ear, “I’ll be sure ya won’t regret it, miss.”
While you struggle to take deep breaths, the prince moves in between your legs, helping to strip off your top. From your bra to your bottoms, Agares’s face remained hot the whole way through. Sex was never meant to be on his bingo card. This moment would be the only time for messing about — or maybe not.
After he manages to get to your panties, fidgety hands latch on their edges. A hardness pushes against the robe, the appearance of delicate lacings shockingly turning him on. A newfound appreciation, perhaps?
Agares shakes his head to snap out of it, going through with your private session. Your undergarments vanish. The devil moves closer to the point where his erection bumps into you. Hands knead your hips and waist firm. You suck your lip tenderly, expecting him to whip it out by now.
“I need to be in ya ‘n’ make sure yer mine,” he lowly growls in hunger.
The devil releases his aching cock before shoving it in without patience, stealing your loud cries. Holding your waist in his grip, Agares takes in the tight surroundings of you. He quickly reacts to your rapid squeezes around his whole shaft. Now, his moans mixed with yours. It felt like something new — it slowly began to grow onto him. He didn’t want to leave you.
Agares starts slamming your hips rough and good. His teeth are shut so firmly, fingers digging in your flesh. He gives away an intense look as he shares contact with you. That flushed and aroused face you make was nothing but an ounce of dopamine for him.
“I feel so damn hot, and she is, too,” Agares thought while reaching a hand to your breast, “Guess this ain’t a bad idea after all, keke.”
You arch your back when he ends up hitting your G-spot. The cries sounded faint and needy. His dick felt so fucking good thanks to the way it pierces hard inside your cunt. He didn’t have to speak much to prove how pivotal he was to you; the reason why Agares wasn’t the better choice, but the right choice.
He kneads your bosom and never lets go. Catching your hardened nipple, the devil pinches it between his fingers. It squeezes sharply for your walls to pulsate. Just some helpful amounts of teasing will do, but it was still not enough.
While he continues to fuck your body into a hot mess, Agares leans forward, his tongue licking your neck and jawline. He lets his teeth sink into your skin instead of sucking it. Leaving a visible imprint will definitely show everyone to whom you belong, especially to the king of Niflheim.
You hear him growl, “If yer gettin’ into me this bad, how ‘bout ya let everyone else know? Show ‘em no one can have ya?”
That hint of jealousy sounded a tinge of Leviathan. Agares really stepped up his game in attaining you. He wouldn’t have to worry about the king anymore with you trembling beneath him.
“Ya hear what I said?”
A heavy spank to your ass drew out a moan. You stutter a yes and await his command. Agares stops his thrusts to remove his robe before he strips topless. The refined muscles that hid beneath mesmerize you; so much that you bring your hands to touch them. Unfortunately, he quickly pushes them off and flips you over. You wished you had more time, that aggressive prince.
“I’ll do anything in Hell to bring ya pleasure. I’ll make sure ya go nowhere near that devil again.”
Agares resumed fucking at the same rough pace from earlier. This time, he yanks your hair back, arching your body. His hand clasps your waist like glue. He keeps pulling your body to clash against his — the delectable contact showering him in endearment.
“Do me one favor, descendant of Solomon…”
Yanking your strands once more, he leans in to your ear and cups your lower jaw. A whisper mandatory to never forget and take note of.
“Don’t only let them hear how good ya feel, but who makes ya feel this good, too.”
The shuddering of your spine along with your whole body is everything Agares wanted. His voice is filled with desire yet so commanding. You didn’t know why, but having sex with Agares was literally worth being a time-waster.
He slams quickly and forcefully, not letting a chance to break the pace once. You moan loudly as you promised him. The feeling was so carnal to the point that almost the entire castle could catch the noise echoing from above. Even Belphegor had to have heard it too, unless he’s in the middle of a deep sleep. Agares is praying right now for the king to hear this. The idea itself gave him a wide grin. He’ll be able to show off his acquired bride to protect, already jumping into marriage.
“Yer mine and no one else’s. Nobody will take you but me. Keke, yer mine. Yer mine!” He snarls and attacks your ear with his tongue.
Agares ruts wildly like an animal, pinning you down like prey he longed to capture. He tastes you by swirling the wet muscle all over the shell. The sound itself causes your body to get close to the finish. You throb over Agares’s cock in heat with his aching. The prince can sense this immediately — he halts by stuffing yourself full. You were about to orgasm at any moment.
“Tell me the truth, darlin’. Who’s your king?”
You whimper under your breath, “Y-you! Shit! It’s-”
He slams you again, “Who’s who, miss descendant? What’s his name, hmm?”
“Agares! You’re my king, Agares! Aga- Ah!”
Your mind is only clouded with him. His cock took over you as well. The devil made sure to overflow you with energy. He sticks a pair of fingers in your mouth. The taste of slick leather conceals your taste buds. You suck on the digits happily while the intercourse is nearing its end.
“Yes. Worship me. Let me endow you with my worth.”
Agares groans in your ear. That lewd desire shifts into vexation — he’s desperate for your thoughts of Belphegor to dissipate. Completely envious over the matter, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m gonna fill ya with my devil energy. As much as yer body needs it, you’ll be energized with only me. My energy. My-“
His word of honor stood true, a heavy load of devil energy flooding your then-empty pussy. You scream what cherishes your body’s needs. The noble thrusts in case of any remnants had to come out until satisfied. Agares slowed down whilst catching his own breath, rocking to a stop.
He flips you over and witnesses your fatigued, sweating state. Studying your collapsed form, he lifts your chin and brushes your bottom lip with his thumb. Agares beams at the successful work he’s done. He’s got a higher chance to take Hell’s throne for sure.
“I can tell yer tired, but I’m gonna need to ruin ya again fer good measure.”
Voice weakened and shaky, you stare at the prince worried, “Huh? But…I thought you were going to finish. I-“
Words were silenced by a thumb entering your mouth. You impulsively suck on it as you exchange the profound contact.
“I’d rather fill in that extra gap o’ yers, as I see fit.”
Agares digs the digit further down your mouth, letting a bit of drool tear out. Maintaining a proper military he inclined wasn’t the only goal in mind now; taking care of you and making sure you were content is one of his top priorities.
The future king doesn’t go anywhere. He guides a hand to your leg and caresses it, kneading at some spots around your hip. All Agares needed was you and a brief period of solace. He’s confident enough for you to make this wise decision sooner or later.
Stolas, Great Prince of Hell
Andras, Great Marquis of Hell
Duke Agares, Commander of 31 Demon Legions
Abraxas, Ruler of Heretical Basilidians
Caim, Commander of Over 30 Demon Legions
