He thought that Beelzebub probably looked like Ludovico da Bologna, but that equally the Patriarch owned that penetrating, unsentimental form of insight which permitted him, if allowed, to nick the Achilles' tendon of the soul, and twist the remains to his purpose.
Mael never considered himself to be someone to act on impulse, unless it was a fight for life and death… and yet today’s events seemed to prove him wrong in more ways than one.
It was all an innocent act, at first. And he couldn’t see through it. It was rather simple, Merlin needed a new testing subject, and of course since Mael was very kind hearted (and very much cornered), so how could he have said no to the witch? All she asked him to do was to smell a flower she recently harvested.
It looked innocent, like a daisy with rosy petal ends. Mael without hesitation focused on the scent of the flower, even if you advised him to be careful with Merlin’s experiments. Mael appreciated your concern, but it was only a flower. How bad could it be?
Unfortunately, now Mael was regretting not listening to you in the first place, his hand around his long shalf as he pumped himself, desperately trying to release. However he was so sexually frustrated, so needy and yet the tension wasn’t eased by his ministry. Mael had been masturbating for the past hour, mentally praying to whoever was listening to ease his suffering and make this come to an end. To make him release and finally allow this torture to stop.
Why must the witch have done this to him?!
Mael tried to calm down, but nothing worked, his own body was barely listening to him now. He had even dared to think about Elizabeth just to ease his pain, but for some reason, the torture on got worse. His need had grown bigger and his mind only felt guilty for even attempting to jerk off to the one he promised to get over.
He was still hard. His tip was almost purple and the whole length red as he desperately wanted to get rid of his erection and go down to others, although it would only probably make the matters worse. Everyone knew he was gone, so maybe he could just fly back home? But then someone could see him, and he didn’t want to be rude by not even saying goodbye.
He was hopeless. Everything was hopeless. And yet his own hand didn’t stop, and he was leaning back against a wall and occasionally looked towards the door to see if he had been interrupted. Luckily, he was still all by himself… and his aching dick. Mael cursed under his breath as he tried to recall what Merlin said.
“The scent will help you. It will cause your perspective to change, maybe even sharpen as long as someone you feel affection for comes to you.”
What did she mean by that? All he remembered was that everything was fine, until Mael saw you ask him if he wanted a drink. And for some reason his pants got incredibly tight, bringing him to this moment.
“Mael?” The archangel heard a knock on the door, causing him to get startled. And yet the voice of the one he heard on the other side of the door caused his dick to throb in blissful pain. He didn’t even have time to say anything, his heart almost stopped when he noticed your figure stepping inside, and stare at him in utter shock and a deep blush spread across your whole face.
Mael however could do anything but just stare at you and your figure… your face… your eyes.
His cock twitched as he noticed your red face, feeling some precum trickle down his hand. You however only closed the door behind you, locking it. Mael’s heart started beating faster.
“Y/N! What are you doing-?!” He panicked.
“Merlin told me what she did to you.” You explained slowly, hoping to make him understand. You felt your heart beat faster and faster, scared of rejection and yet knowing this would be the only chance you ever had to be anything more than a friend to the archangel. Mael’s heart stopped as he heard your voice. That’s when the realisation came to him, trying his hardest to fight his own needs and try to beat his lust.
“Y/N… you don’t…have to,” he almost begged, not wanting to put you in a compromising position. He knew he was under the influence and he was scared to find out how he would act if he ended up giving into his desires.
You turned around, smiling weakly at him as you walked over to him, your eyes staring into his only.
“I want to. Besides, Merlin said that the effects will only wear off if I help you,” you explained, slowly kneeling down before him. “It’s the only time I’ll ever be able to experience your love,” you whispered out the last part, but Mael somehow heard it. He looked down confused and flustered… and yet seeing you kneel so obediently in front of him caused his erection to get more painful. “I know you probably wish it was Elizabeth,” you took him in your hand, slowly beginning to pump him, up and down.
Mael rolled his eyes back as he felt your hand around his cock, beginning to pleasure him. However the mention of Elizabeth triggered his pleasure, almost feeling as if he had just been striked by something.
“To be honest, I understand why. Or Jelamet, she’s beautiful… so is Guilia and Jericho… shame I’m not one of them” and with those words you opened your motive and started sucking him, hoping to bring him to the release he desperately needed.
Mael moaned, quickly covering his mouth with his hand, the intense pleasure spreading within him. His eyes were glued to you, watching you and gripping the shelf behind him so tightly, it began denting. You were so focused on giving him pleasure, you had no idea how much emotion he had in his eyes as he stared at you.
He had no idea how he only now managed to understand it… well, any moment is better than never. You were always by his side, and yet only now he began understanding how much you meant to him. He moaned again as he felt you go faster, his other hand gently caressing your cheek and subconsciously grabbing your head. Mael steadied himself and gently grabbed your head as he felt you pleasure him more. He gulped, suddenly the release began to build up.
“Oh Y/N~ close-! Fuck, I’m close~!!” That was the first time you heard him swear, and yet you gave him what he needed.
The male groaned loudly as you finally pulled away, coughing a little as he released, releasing your head from his grip. You coughed a little bit, wiping your mouth from the remains as you slowly stood up, not really sure if you should be proud of yourself or ashamed. Mael looked at you, worried that he had hurt you in any way.
It was like telepathy, you reached out your hand and shook it, signaling to him that you were okay. You stood up and didn’t even dare to look him in the eye. It was a shame really, missing out on the affection Mael felt
“I hope that was okay..” you rubbed your arm, unsure what to say. “I’m sorry I did it. I just wanted to help you…let’s pretend this never happened-” you said, feeling slightly ashamed, realising that you had just taken advantage of him. Just when you were about to leave you felt a strong grip on your wrist, and a sudden pull towards Mael which he had initiated.
You looked into his eyes, surprised. However once your e/c eyes met his crystal blue ones, you felt as if someone had just turned off your sensors and made all your focus turn to him. His eyes held affection, lust and warmth in them which you have never witnessed first hand before.
“Wait,” he began, before his hands holding yours as he pulled you towards himself and his face only a few centimetres away from yours. “Let me return the favour,” he whispered out, gently placing you to sit on top of a cabinet. You were shocked to hear those words come out of his mouth, shocked by his demeanour. You always thought he would be submissive in bed!
“I’m not Elizabeth,” you whispered out, suddenly a quiet mewl was heard coming out of your mouth. Your hands landed on his shoulders, trying to push him away and yet unable to move. Mael’s lips attached to your neck, kissing you gently and worshipping your body with every touch.
It was the first time you saw Mael being so forward.
“I don’t want Elizabeth,” he whispered, momentarily pulling away from you, only to put his hands on your legs and look into your eyes “May I?” He asked as his trembling hands rubbed the skin of your thighs. Mael was doing whatever he could to keep to the last bits of control. Even if you have helped him, he was still in need… he still needed you.
Your body seemed to be a lot more forward than you, your mind catching up with it. You nodded, and immediately felt the male grab your dress and lift it up to uncover your pretty flower. His hands caressed your thighs as he lowered his lips and kissed the inside of your legs, getting closer and closer to your wet pussy.
“What about Jelamet? Or Jericho? Or-?” Before you could finish, Mael’s sharp gaze looked at you, causing you to lean back subconsciously.
“I don’t want them. Yes, I have once loved Elizabeth… but I don’t anymore. Not romantically at least. Now, I finally see what was in front of me and yet I was so oblivious to see it.” His lips trailed lower as he felt his dick throb at the sight of you, and how wet you were for him. “Will you let me pleasure you?”
You felt tears dwell in your eyes as you heard his confession, never even thinking that someone like him could ever love you. “Please,” was the only thing that came out of your mouth, before you felt him grab the fabric of your panties and pull it to the side, his tongue coming out of his mouth and tasting you. You looked up at the ceiling as you felt him eat you out, questioning where in the 5 realms did he manage to learn all of that? You were in bliss the moment his tongue licked your clit, how was it possible for you to feel pleasure this quickly?! You leaned further back, your back colliding with the wall as another moan was drawn out of you.
Mael never felt this content in his long years of existence. Listening to your moans, being able to bring you pleasure… he could not believe how long he was so blind to not see how important you were to him.
You supported him, you always listened to him, you did your best to help him no matter what. Heck, one night he got drunk because he saw Meliodas and Elizabeth share a kiss soon after the final battle, the archangel of the sun got so drunk he couldn’t walk properly. You managed to somehow grab him and take him to a room to sleep. And next morning you made him food and helped him to get over his hangover. Those kind eyes of yours, this beautiful smile that played on your lips, your adorable nose and pretty cheeks…. What kind of a fool was he to not see it before?
“Mael~! I’m close!!” You warned, your hands grabbing the edge which you sat on, your head thrown back as he finally managed to make you release beautifully. You breathed heavily, looking over at him. You noticed how hard he still was, and as Mael stood up and gently touched your cheek, you hooked your legs around his hips. His blush deepened.
“Y/N…!” His voice came out hesitant, opposite to his previous demeanour. Your eyes met his once again as you felt the tip press against you.
“You’re still… the effect is still there…” you moaned. Your hands touched his cheeks as your forehead touched his, looking into the eyes which you have long fallen in love with. “Please, don’t hold back. I’ll be fine,” you whispered. And that was the final bit of control losing.
Mael thrusted into you, drawing moans from both of you as you pressed your lips against his, finally allowing you two to melt into the situation. The white haired angel’s hips moved as his hand touched the back of your head, wanting to kiss you for as long as possible. His desire was fueled more, he felt his hips slam into you, moans ripping out of your throat as your kiss turned more and more passionate. His hands held your head and your back as yours either caressed his cheeks or wrapped around his head to bring him closer to you.
His wings almost wrapped themselves around you, a feeling of protection during this intimate moment. Mael groaned into your mouth as you felt your own stomach begin to bottle up a sensation which was too precious to ignore. Mael didn’t even stop after he came inside you. He kept on going, and you could only moan deliciously as your own orgasm caused your body to tremble.
Mael soon flipped you over, causing you to lay on your stomach as he pounded into you from the back, his lips coming down to you and moaning into your ear, moving away your hair as he would kiss your back and your neck. You turned your head a little and even with the corner of your eye you could see how lovingly he looked at your body, almost as if to thank the heavens for your existence.
After a few more rounds, you felt your body get overstimulated.
“Mael~…” you moaned weakly as you felt him release inside you again, your orgasm following shortly after. You leaned back against him as he held your hips and lifted you and thrusted into you, knowing you were too weak.
Charles Augustus Milverton was a man of different, with a large, intellectual head, a round, plump, hairless face, a perpetual frozen smile, and two keen grey eyes, which gleamed brightly from behind broad, golden-rimmed glasses. There was something of Mr. Pickwick's benevolence in his appearance, marred only by the insincerity of the fixed smile and by the hard glitter of those restless and penetrating eyes.
"The Illustrated Sherlock Holmes Treasury" - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
