The Eighth Pact
Seir finally convinces Delphi to make a pact with him.
Characters: OC!Seir, MC!Delphi, Beelzebub
Relationships: Seir x Delphi x Beel
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, threesome, public sex, fingering (f receiving), PIV, oral (f receiving)
Notes: I've been working on this for a while and couldn't work out an ending, so...it's a bit unfinished. But I'm in love with this ficlet. I'm in love with the dynamics. And I hope y'all enjoy it too!
Delphi yawns, watching the Fangol team filter out of the locker room. She’d been waiting outside for half an hour, on top of practice running long. If she checks her D.D.D., she knows she’ll see that she’s missed dinner, and probably her movie night with Mammon, too. But during the season, everyone knows that she’ll be watching Beel most nights anyway. They may have saved her a plate, but more than likely, she’d have to pick up something with Beel on their way home.
The first few of Beel’s teammates to leave the locker room had smiled at her, given her little waves. By now, they were used to her waiting for him after practice. Some of them had said a quick hello before heading off to their own dinners. As it got later, the warm smiles had taken on a cast of pity. They knew as well as she did that Beel would be the last one out of the locker room. He always is. And she just had to sit and wait.
Finally, one of the last few of the team leaves. He almost looks past her, but she catches his attention with another yawn.
“You can go in if you want, Delphi,” the tall demon tells her. “It’s just Seir and Beel left in there.”
“Thanks,” she smiles, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and heading for the door.
The usual wall of steam hits her when she enters, and she takes a moment to adjust to the thickness of the air. After a few seconds, Delphi makes her way to Beel’s locker to drop her bag and wait. The actual locker room is empty, meaning that Beel and Seir are both still in the showers, so she finds a seat on a bench and gets out her D.D.D. to check her messages.
Boo💋: Delphi, dear! I saved you a plate from dinner!
Me: You’re my hero, Asmo!
Boo💋: Aww, you’re so cute!
Boo💋: You can come to my room when you get home to thank me properly ♡
She’s typing out her reply when she hears footsteps approaching from the back of the room. Looking up, she expects to see Beel walking into the room. Instead, Seir is padding toward her, stark naked and attempting to towel dry his long hair. She feels her face go hot and tries to look back down at her messages, but piercing sea-glass eyes catch hers before she can.
“Delphi?”
“H-Hey, Seir!” Delphi greets him, voice high and breaking as she attempts to look anywhere but at him. She finally settles on her shoes, covering her mouth with her hand.
She hears him pad to his own locker, hears the towel drop onto the bench, hears Seir sit down himself. She risks taking a peek, blushing furiously when she sees him watching her. He’s leaned back on his elbows straddling the bench, head tilted slightly with water dripping from his red locks, observing her reddening cheeks with a smirk.
“Y’know, you never did answer my question yesterday,” the demon says, his eyes never leaving Delphi’s as he spreads his legs the tiniest bit wider.
“Q-Question?” Delphi stammers. She only vaguely remembers speaking with Seir the day before, and definitely doesn’t remember what about. And how could she with his dick hanging out like that?
With a cat-like grin, he rises from the bench and stalks over to her like a predator on the hunt. He stands over her, arms crossed over his muscular chest, looking down with one brow raised.
Seir leans down, his face nearly touching hers, and murmurs, “Would you consider a pact with me?”
Delphi’s heart hammers in her chest. His warm breath tickles the tiny hairs on her face and makes her skin feel hot all over. Her eyelids flutter closed and she takes in his heady scent, remembering only distantly that this is part of his power.
“Maybe,” she breathes, corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. “I think I’d like that.”
When she opens her eyes again, she’s met with the color of sea glass, glinting under the fluorescent lights. Seir grins, taking her face in his hands.
“I am Seir, traveler between worlds and finder of hidden things. I pledge myself to you, Delphi, that we may be bound by an unbreakable pact. This I swear to you on my name as well as the blood that runs through my veins.”
A familiar warmth floods Delphi’s senses as the power of the pact washes over her. It isn’t as intense as the Avatars’. Seir’s power isn’t nearly as great as theirs. But the sensation is the same.
She stills, feeling him tug her to him, his lips meeting hers in a tentative kiss. It’s softer than she expected from him. He’s spent weeks teasing her, pestering her for a pact, deliberately trying to make Lucifer or Beel or Asmo jealous. And now he’s hesitant?
She wraps her arms around his neck, letting him pick her up from her seat on the bench and wrapping her legs around his waist. The warmth she feels from his oath spreads as he sits down and pulls her into his lap. She rolls her hips, smirking when she feels him buck up into her.
Delphi pulls back, still smirking. “You’re not getting shy on me now, are you, Seir?”
She feels the growl rumble in his chest before she hears it, hears the buttons of her uniform shirt hit the floor before she realizes that he’s ripped it off of her. The burn of hellfire sears across her ribs as he presses his palms to her sides, pulling her in for another kiss. This one is heated and desperate, full of teeth and tongues and shared breaths that make her head go fuzzy.
“Delphi?”
She breaks the kiss, turning to look for the voice that had called out to her with a smile. She holds out a hand to Beel as he approaches. He takes it gently in his, leaning down just enough to kiss her palm.
“Come here, Beel,” she croons, tugging his arm until he sits behind her, large hands coming to rest on her hips.
“What’s going on?” the Avatar of Gluttony rumbles, nuzzling into her neck possessively.
Delphi giggles, shivering at his damp skin on hers. She pulls the tatters of her shirt aside, revealing the newest sigil burned in black on her skin. “Seir finally convinced me to make a pact with him.”
“Is that right?” Beel hums, nibbling at her shoulder. He gently pries her from Seir’s lap, pulling her onto his and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Does Seir think he can handle being your pact demon, little one?”
“Why don’t you ask him, Bub?” Delphi suggests, hooking her legs over Beel’s knees with a grin. She rests her head back against his chest, her gaze fixed on the blushing demon across from her.
Beel chuckles darkly, bringing one hand up to her throat and the other to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers trailing up beneath her skirt. He looks to his teammate with a wry smile. “What do you think, Seir? Think you can handle it?”
Seir swallows thickly, watching as Beel’s fingers rub lightly over the growing wet spot in her underwear, his grasp tightening ever so slightly on her delicate throat. He continues to watch as Delphi reaches up with one hand, threading her narrow fingers through ginger locks, her breath coming in shallower and her face flushing. She reaches out to him with the other, taking his wrist when he offers it and bringing his hand to her chest.
“You can handle it, can’t you Seir?” she breathes, her eyes fluttering closed as her newest pact mate dips nimble fingers under her bra to roll one hard nipple between them. She groans deeply as he does, grinding into Beel’s hand as hard as she can with him gripping her throat.
Seir watches, fascinated, as Beel pushes her soaked panties to the side and runs one thick finger through her glistening folds. He bites his lip as the digit plunges deep within her, disappearing down to the knuckle. She whimpers at the intrusion, canting her hips to every movement Beel makes and Seir finds himself unable to look away.
“Open your eyes, little one,” Beel murmurs into her ear, still grinning at his teammate. “Let him see your face.”
Delphi does as she’s told, meeting Seir’s lust-filled gaze with a smile. She continues to stare into his eyes as Beel’s grip on her throat tightens and he adds a second finger alongside his first, curling them both into her sensitive spots repeatedly. Her head spins and she feels her coil tightening almost unbearably, wanting but unable to whimper and moan into the sensations.
She finally feels the coil snap and hot ecstasy flood her senses as Beel continues to pump his fingers into her in time with the jerking of her hips. Tears fall from the corners of her violet eyes as she tries to cry out but can’t, her vision going dark at the edges instead. Slick coats Beel’s hand as Delphi comes down from her high, loosening his grip on her neck slowly until she’s breathing easily against his chest.
“Think you can keep going, sweetheart?” Beel asks, gently kneading her thigh with one massive hand.
She smiles up at him, nodding. “I’m fine, Beel. You know I can take more than that.”
The Avatar of Gluttony chuckles, “I had to check.”
“So, what do you think, Bub? Think Seir deserves a turn?” Delphi muses, leaning forward to stroke the demon’s cheek lightly. He trembles under her touch, fully shaking as she trails her hand down his neck and chest. She can see how ragged his breath is, can feel him rising up to meet her hand as her fingers brush his flushed skin.
“Delphi, I-“
She smiles, extricating herself from Beel’s grasp and gingerly climbing into Seir’s lap, her hands on his freckled shoulders. Beel takes her hips to steady her, lowering her gently onto Seir’s leaking tip with a deep growl. It’s the same growl he uses when his brothers get a little too close in his presence and Delphi can’t help the shiver it sends through her.
Beel lowers her down until she’s sitting with her hips flush against Seir’s, letting her rest there until she begins to squirm and whine. He lifts her again, shifting his grasp under her ass, until only Seir’s swollen tip remains in her, then drops her back down hard enough for her to cry out. Seir groans, leaning back on his elbows to allow Beel to move Delphi more freely. And Beel does.
Holding her legs apart, Beel slides her up and down his teammate’s cock, savoring both of their moans with a smug grin. He sets a languorous pace, not seeming to hear Delphi as she babbles and begs him to go faster. She may think she knows what she wants, but he knows her body better than that.
She cries out with every hard slam back down into Seir’s lap, her nails digging into his pale skin and leaving little red crescents behind. Seir responds in kind, his hands coming up to fist themselves in her pink curls. He pulls her down into a kiss, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting just as Beel slams her down again.
The sob that escapes her throat as she tightens around him is mind-numbing, and he can’t stop himself from bucking up into her and filling her as she spasms around him. The tears running down her cheeks are salty and warm as they reach the corners of his lips, and he kisses them away without a second thought.
The hands holding her ass tighten, then Beel lifts her up and settles her back on his lap. She whimpers at the sudden feeling of emptiness, her hips jerking as she clenches around nothing. A white puddle grows on the silver bench below her, and Seir watches the viscous liquid drip from her with parted lips.
“Fuck,” he breathes, watching as Beel spreads her legs and more cloudy white oozes from her drenched folds.
She sees his eyes go dark, then he transforms in front of her. Beautiful red wings spread out behind him, and a bleached-white skull materializes over his lovely face. She can’t tell exactly what kind of skull it is, but it’s larger than a deer’s and his eyes glow within the orbits. She watches with her jaw on the floor as he slowly removes the skull and looks at her with those smoldering eyes. Behind her, she can feel the air shift as Beel transforms as well, a low buzzing filling the air as he adjusts his insectoid wings.
“Are you gonna clean up your mess?” Beel growls to Seir, the power behind his words sending a shiver up Delphi’s spine.
Without a word, Seir bends forward, jaw slack, and glides his tongue through the small puddle on the bench. Delphi watches his eyes roll back and his lids flutter as his lips close in a satisfied smile. He swallows, then his brilliant turquoise eyes are opening again to fix her with his glowing gaze.
She watches his mouth fall open again, his forked tongue slipping between her folds to lap up the milky liquid still oozing from her. Her hips buck involuntarily, but he holds her in place with a nearly bruising grip, his eyes never leaving hers. She whimpers at the contact, his hot breath and pierced tongue just too much on her already frazzled nerves.
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