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WHB | Catboy!Belphegor x Reader
Synopsis: Someone got infected with a cat curse — Belphegor, the king of Niflheim, causes trouble, obsessed with knocking down objects that were in the way. You are the key individual that can fix the problem, and there is only one way to cure him…
CW: Smut (18+ / MDNI) ❤︎ F!Reader ❤︎ breeding kink ❤︎ creampie ❤︎ oral (cunnilingus) ❤︎ cock warming ❤︎ biting
Word Count: 2.8k
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A morning of solace turned into an afternoon of calamity. Somebody kept messing things up…
“No, majesty! Not-”
Stacks of china get knocked over by Belphegor, the king who is currently on all fours, topless with a pair of cat ears and a tail. He pushes whatever bothers him out of the way. Worried onlookers watch as the catastrophe unfolds in the large dining hall. The king hops onto the refectory table and stretches his back.
An angry Agares charges in with a newspaper, “Agh! You goddamn vermin!”
After a smack to his head, Belphie swiftly looked back and hissed aggressively, eyes shooting daggers, ears back, and tail swishing. Agares starts to panic while freezing in place. The tense fright of being attacked and killed by a feline version of Belphegor was digging a pit in his stomach.
Fortunately, the sloth king yawned until collapsing on the table, tiredness knocking him out once again.
“You- get this bastard fixed now!” The noble darts off frustrated.
Beleth remains as genuine as he constantly has been, “It’ll be fixed quickly. I promise!”
He urgently carries Belphegor back to his room and engages in a phone call to invite you over.
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By the time of your arrival, you thought this was a dream. Something you have never expected to happen, but the sight itself was real — right before your eyes. The sloth king-turned-cat is napping in a corner of the living room. The rest of the room was cluttered with shattered glass and decor that knocked over. The four of his loyalest nobles grew heavily concerned at the situation.
Gusion’s voice yells in frustration, “Ugh, for fuck’s sake! Is there any way to fix him, like at all!?”
“Now calm yer horses, kiddo,” the fallen angel tries to cool him off.
“Calm down!? Over this!?”
Andrealphus chimes in, “Don’t worry. We know a way to reverse this. That’s why we have Solomon’s daughter here with us.”
You were puzzled and in need of answers, “I’m trying to understand: what the hell happened to him!?”
They look down and rub their necks anxiously. The reason was something you probably wouldn’t believe, but you were in Hell anyway. Anything is expected.
Beleth clears his throat before explaining, “Eh, I’m certain ya ain’t aware of this, so I’ll tell ya what happened.”
“Please, do enlighten me.”
He starts giving the details, “Me and the fellas wrapped up a kings’ meetin’ before headin’ back to the castle. We were almost back to Niflheim, but his majesty went missin’.”
Missing? How did they let Belphegor loose like that?
“So we spread out in two groups through the woods searchin’ fer him. I was able to follow the sound of snoorin’ nearby, and I found Belphie sleepin’ on the goddamn Nifl Yule!”
“A what?”
Bathin explains further, “The Nifl Yule is a giant cat that rests in the woods between Abyssos and Niflheim every hundred years. Today has been the first time we caught sight of it. It has dark gray fur with long ears.”
“And how big was it?”
He continued, “As big as the castle in this country. Whenever it awakens after the hundredth year mark, the creature hunts and feasts on those stranded in the wild for a whole month. Even unlucky ones who don’t have a home.”
The sudden fear gives you goosebumps. You weren’t sure how much time there was left, a scary chance that you could be one of its victims.
“So, uh, when does it wake up again?” You ask in dismay.
Andrealphus reassures, “Not anytime soon. The Nifl Yule has eighty-nine years to go before the reawakening.”
“Phew, okay, so about Belphegor falling asleep on the monster. Is this telling me that getting in contact with it turns you into a cat?” You try putting the pieces together.
“Correct.”
Seems like now the only thing to worry about is coming up with a solution. You weren’t sure if reporting this to Paradise Lost would work. Bringing Belphie over there would probably cause some trouble for yourselves.
“Can’t we just contact Lucifer about it?” You bring up the only suggestion in mind.
“That’s not possible to use medical supplies fer somethin’ like this,” Beleth blew a smoke from his cig, “Though, there’s only one way to remove the curse.”
Oh, you didn’t like hearing that, and the solution could be anything: cat-sit him for god knows how long? Help him go to sleep in his room? Put tomato paste on-
“You’ll need to be his mating partner.”
Mating partner!?
“Excuse me!?” You exclaimed.
You were in shock and disbelief. Having sex with Belphegor was the last thing on your mind. Your mind boggles at how this was a possibility for a cure.
“There’s no way this can turn him back to normal, right?”
“It’s true. The beast possesses a lot of cursed cat dander,” Bathin clarifies, “It’s dander transfers to the one who touches the Nifl Yule’s fur long enough, leaving them to inherit feline behaviors and features. They will even experience a rut or heat period, desperate to search for a partner in Hell.”
“And what do you mean by ‘long enough?’ Was the Nifl Yule so soft that Belphegor fell asleep on it?”
“That’s the point. It easily draws anyone to touch its fur like casting a spell. We cleaned off all the dander earlier, yet it was of no use.”
A low yawn was heard from across the room, loud enough to draw everyone’s attention. It was none other than Belphegor waking up from sleep, stretching himself before walking on all fours towards you. He then rubs his face against your leg as he admires your familiar presence. Belphie stands on his knees and embraces your waist, silently purring undisturbed. The giant cat getting close like this made your face turn red. But his purrs, they felt so nice. You can’t help petting his hair with a few head scratches.
A worried Harumon reveals himself from behind a lounge chair, “Poor fella. It must’ve been a pain fer him bein’ a cat now…”
His voice trails Belphegor’s ears. The king let go and crawled over to the feline demon only to try using him as a small pillow again. Harumon eventually scurries off in fear, leaving Belphie now sprawled on his back.
Beleth sighed and lifted his majesty, “Don’t worry, hun. This’ll be a piece o’ cake fer ya. I can bring him to his bedroom as we go from here.”
You and the noble head to the king’s den while the others wait. The plan should be as simple as Beleth stated, especially when Belphegor was always an irritable and lazy devil. Worst case scenario being Belphegor deciding to fall asleep for an eternity rather than mate with you.
Gusion believed he had caught something strange about the king, “Is it me or did his majesty grow bigger?”
Upon entering the room, you approach the bed to fluff the pillows and fix the sheets for Belphie. You sit on the furniture cross-legged, and Beleth places the king in a comfortable fetal position.
“This is pretty much my fault. If only I carried the fella instead of lettin’ him roam free,” he brought himself to blame, the whole situation weighing on his shoulders.
You attempt to calm his worries, “Don’t be hard on yourself over this. It was only a small mistake.”
Beleth cracks a smile at your reassurance. This may not have been a big deal to you, but he believed otherwise.
“Well, that settles it then. Good luck to ya,” he tousles your hair, “Holler if ya need me.”
He shuts the door on the way out, leaving only you and the feline king alone in the quiet. Belphegor’s ear twitches a little and opened one eye at you. He then crawls over to your lap before wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling close to your stomach. The king looked adorable sleeping like this, snoozing undisturbed and welcoming your comfort. You gently pet his hair which causes Belphie to purr.
“How can a guy like him be so cute looking like this!?” Your mind was filled with love and joy.
You were thinking of lying down to cuddle with him, so you try shifting yourself just a bit—
“Grrrrr…”
Growling similar to the average cat, Belphie secures his hold on you. He doesn’t want to deal with you ruining his comfy spot and ripping him away from it.
“Grrrrrrr…”
So you let him be. You can understand why he’s into your body heat, avoiding contact with any type of cold touch. Besides, the sleeping position was fine the way it is. The king lies there as you pet and tease him.
“Some troublemaker, aren’t you, baby?”
You admire him by giving one of his ears light scratches. It flicks whilst Belphegor began to tilt his head. Your scratches felt as good as your warmth, urging him to want more.
He went back to purring, “Mm, yeah. Just like that…”
Belphie felt more than satisfied whereas his nails graze you. It made you wince, but didn’t feel too painful. You could see the devil’s eyes lidded well pleased. One ear wasn’t enough, though. He would rather have you manage both!
“Ah, get this side, too, darlin’.”
You accept his request and scratch his other ear, purrs rolling louder. Belphegor was getting on all fours again, a hand resting on your hip. You wonder where a cat usually loves to be scratched or petted. It had to be his lower back, right? You giggle and attempt to lean over and rub the spot.
“Mmm, feels good. Yeah, that’s the spot…”
Belphegor arches his rear along with the gentle swaying of his tail. The momentous occasion brought him to bite his lower lip. You scruff his chin with your free hand, bringing his face to look up at you. Then, you guide your thumb over his lip to caress. By surprise, a quick and playful bite marks there.
“Ah!”
You pull it away as he chuckles at the lighthearted payback.
“Keke, my turn now.”
Belphie gets on his knees and holds you close. A warm tongue licks his lips, ready to taste the skin all over your neck. The spit that spread while he breathes on you led to your eyes going droopy. It was most likely time for the king to savor you in his growing rut. Even his hand sneaking down to knead your pussy was enough to prove it, the wet spot causing him to go feral.
When he ceased his unhurried licks, Belphegor grabbed your arm to turn you around and get on your knees this time. He tugs at your pants for you to take off, so you did him the favor and tossed away the clothes. You were now bottomless, pussy now accessible to the slothful cat king.
“Don’t run away,” he instructed, keeping your hips still, dragging his tongue along the aching slit.
You try your absolute damndest to hold back the moans that escape your mouth. He was tasting at a steady pace, drawing his spit up your whole opening. Just when it got lubricated enough, Belphegor slides his pants down by himself. You couldn’t wait much longer for the mating activity to start. A brewing feeling of heat ignited through your body.
“Hah- Belphie, plea-“
Your body was collapsed by his weight without warning. It felt as if you were going to get crushed to death. He even began clenching the sheets and moving against your body. There was one problem though — his dick was rubbing your ass.
Looking back, you reminded him, “Uh, Belphie? You’re humping on my butt…”
He let out a growl, “Ugh, put it in f’me, then.”
You move a hand below to help align him towards your wet entrance. As soon as the head is pushed inside, Belphegor fucks you uncontrollably. A yelp of yours was followed by trembled moaning, his pierced shaft aching in your pussy. Though his thrusts didn’t always sync; stuffing you full for split seconds before resuming back in sync.
The devil king loved how your body reacted to his, animalistic desires prioritizing only you. Even if this was part of the restoration process, the unforeseen fantasy made you obsessed. Belphegor is one of the kings in Hell who is closest to being catlike. The fact that he can sleep longer than a cat, and show off his lazy, aggressive side when someone or something bothers him. It’s perfect, and the man you can call “Catphegor” was in the middle of copulating with you.
“Ahh- ‘m gonna breed ya…so warm,” Belphie’s speech slurred, “Ah- Hah- perfect ‘n’ warm f’me. Why ain’t ya a cat, huh?”
“Fuck- because I’m not? I’m trying to- Ah!” You don’t even care to talk anymore, “Hah! Just…don’t stop! I-I want to be bred! More!”
Snarls blow in your ear, his balls growing dense. He kept striking into your core before aiming for your G-spot. The inviting contact sent a loud wail out of you. Your body was trembling whilst your legs were unable to stay still. Each time your waist moves lower, Belphie falls with you, cock staying intact.
As your heat gets intense, you try crawling away — yet of course that doesn’t work. The king keeps you pinned with his large body, a hand pressing your head against the mattress. His fangs bite your shoulder throughout the close burst of a finish. Because of Belphie’s teeth sinking so deeply, you couldn’t tell if you were bleeding or not.
“Oh! Faster!,” you completely indulge your passionate side, “Hah! I want to get pregnant!”
The devil chuckles in your ear, “Actin’ so greedy, now?”
Belphegor sank his fangs into you once more, growling in your skin. He can feel himself about to erupt at any given moment. Wet slick soaks across the bed as his shaft continues to ram in and out. You couldn’t move a single muscle, having no choice but to remain trapped and take it all.
“C’mere, sugar. Come and take it.”
Shared dopamine of you both reach the simultaneous climax, fluid spurting without control. Belphegor meows from above while you unleash a series of mewls yourself. His great amount of seed swiftly fills you up, dick pulsing in the process. He’s pushing himself in as he bottoms you out, not allowing a chance to escape.
“So tired…there’s so much…” you thought.
His body relaxes as he is still pinned down on you, but that hasn’t stopped his dick from loading inside your sore pussy. Your mating partner hugs you and drifts off to slumber — snoozing audibly without a care in the world. It felt too tiring to stay up on your own, so you joined him. All of the bedroom went quiet, Belphegor’s seed pouring in a few minutes longer.
As the nobles expected, the suggestion actually worked! Their majesty’s feline curse wore off within hours. Cat ears, tail, and behaviors dissipated; the king Niflheim once knew was back to his regular self.
Seeing this cat side of him was some experience — something you don’t regret. Since those past events, fantasies about him kept running in your head. You wondered if you could roleplay as the cat next time. Belphie will surely get hard over that.
“So, ya did all this work fer me, huh? What a bother.”
He sat up in bed with you straddled on his lap. It’s good that his body is normal now, yet Belphegor probably didn’t mind being a cat, right? You were unsure based on his reaction.
“Isn’t it better if you were back to normal? Aren’t you happy that I helped you out?”
The king sighed, “I appreciate the help, sure, but me causin’ trouble don’t bother ya none?”
“Well, no, I was called over to fix everything, and it only took us sleeping together,” you caress his face.
Belphegor smiles at your given effort, no matter how much or little it may be. There can be an arrangement for a prize in return, possibly any time soon.
“You should be a cat this time,” he says, petting your strands of hair.
“And what kind of cat would you like, huh?”
He slowly snakes his hand down your back, “A cat like you.”
You let out a light giggle, “Yeah…”
Gazing into each other’s eyes, you cup his face while inching close to him. You glance at his lips, wanting to reach for a kiss. Belphegor leans in slightly after taking notice of this. Another round of pleasure, starting with a sweet kiss only seconds close to contact—
“Zzz…”
His temple falls onto yours as he’s knocked out again. You softly laugh at the act out of nowhere and make sure to kiss him. He didn’t really frustrate you since you understood his narcolepsy problem. Instead, you support him by lying him down comfortably on his back. You slide yourself under the blanket with him, cuddling the king of sloth as you rest. Another day awaits the next customary routine in Niflheim.
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I wanted to create my own scenario for this story and king. Hopefully, it worked. Cat Belphegor getting all the love and attention he deserves ❤︎
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