#belphegor

[pangur-and-grim]

[xenthosss]

Menardier, hearing that this ring is from space and actively evil "Okay usually I'd dismiss that out of hand but we're dealing with Belphegor so I don't actually know what to think"

Jacques "Okay dude clearly just hit his head too hard in that weird magical explosion that just happened. What caused that by the way?"

Sarah "Oh yeah that makes sense"

[radarchives]

[xenthosss]

THE PRIME MINISTER HAS A NAME LETS FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!

[pangur-and-grim]

do you like him?

yes

no

Voting ended on2h

[radarchives]

[iris-of-bliss]

A pleasure better than toys. (Belphegor)

CW: Smut (18+ / MDNI) ❤︎ GN!Reader ❤︎ Belphegor’s dick ❤︎ plot doesn’t exist ❤︎ oral (fellatio) ❤︎ perversion ❤︎ deep-throating

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Belphegor couldn’t help how small and vulnerable you were in Hell compared to the others around. You'd better be fortunate enough to have his mercenaries protect you — but that wasn’t the exact thing in mind. Let’s say you weren’t as tainted as he is.

The king almost constantly relieves himself in his bed, leaving his used manga a sticky mess, and his toys viciously worn out. He wonders about what you feel like. You must feel way better to fuck than any of his toys combined. He can feel his shaft throb just from thinking about it.

At one point, you went out to eat with Belphegor and his men for some leisure time. A while later, after the food arrived, you ordered a medium-sized Hell’s Burger that was a bit larger than expected. You might as well cut it in half or quarters.

“Ya sure it’s big enough to fit that mouth?”

You notice the voice coming from Belphegor. He stares at you while resting his head on the back of his hand. It made you feel flustered and embarrassed.

“Sigh, it’s not a big deal, okay?”

The dismissiveness wasn’t a bother at all — a low, playful snicker letting go before he started on his main course. Belphegor saying something perverted in public was not on your bingo card. You brushed it off and went along through the day, but this was far from over.

If you thought the tease back at the restaurant was bad enough, wait until he gets you down on your knees, facing his cock while Belphie’s back is against the wall. He strokes it patiently in his hand, piercings gleaming at your disposal to be licked. Belphegor lightly smacked your face with his length as he chuckled. How can he resist such cute little reactions?

“Kehe, I’ve been wonderin’ when yer gonna lend me a hand,” he tousles your hair, “How ‘bout I take that mouth fer a test drive?”

The adorned tip pushes itself towards your parting lips. You close your eyes halfway and welcome its taste of smeared pre-cum. Belphegor pushes your head down without trying to gag you, hips rocking steadily.

“Ahh, ya got some pretty lips, sugar,” the devil huffs as his motions get rougher.

He keeps a good eye on you, a sliver of drool tearing down your mouth. The heat and saliva together felt sweetly warm to the touch. Your muffled whimpers, hungry for his cock, force it to throb with intensity. Belphie’s intuition was correct all along — a visible grin formed across his face.

Arching his head back, Belphegor panted and growled louder in the quiet space. The sounds start to reach the nearest corners of the castle without a care in the world. That’s what mattered to him, though. He wanted everyone to know how good you’re making his cock feel. It got so intense that he pressed both hands on your head with force. Belphegor continues ruining your mouth, milking himself hurriedly, and treating you like the personal cum dump you are.

The king clenches his fangs, “Yeah, keep at it like that. Fuck- Hah- yer gonna be mine…”

As long as you were by his side, what was the point of using his toys more often? Your perfect lips. The moistness in your mouth. They were a perfect match.

For mere seconds, a sudden burst of hot seed fills your mouth, causing you to wince. It keeps pumping down your throat as you try your best to swallow simultaneously. He bottoms out and leaves you to consume any remaining fluid, the dripping making it worse.

“Heh, ya done real good, didn’t ya, sugar?”

Belphegor pulls out and leaves a thin string of saliva before it disconnects briefly. He lifts your chin up to examine your worn-out mouth. A thumb is pushed against your tongue until you suck it out of the blue. That didn’t settle him down enough. The small act itself was only a start for the lesson he’ll give you very soon.

“Better stay awake, ‘cause I ain’t done yet.”

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[pangur-and-grim]

Is Grim shy? You post relatively few pictures of him!

she’s just an old girl who likes to sleep, whereas Pangur and Belphie are clingy and active and follow me about everywhere I go. so usually when a cat is doing something weird and photographable right in my face, it’s one of them

Grim’s just as loved as anyone else. though she does test that by licking my eyelids at 5am