Your right brow arches, and as your hips continue to pound into the butler beneath you, you lean over his shoulder and whisper right in his ear,
"Did I just unlock a new phrase?? I love that:D!"
Normally, Barbatos finds himself rather... annoyed, by your seeming inability to read the room no matter the situation. The first time you two shared a bed, he thought he'd see a different side of you. Yet, somehow, you seemed to get even more clueless.
Barbatos' claws dig into the dark wood of the table, leaving deep gashes that'd require magic to repair. His tail wraps tight around your leg, and every once in a while, you giggle about how the wet limb tickles.
He grits his teeth- you're giggling during sex? How could you possible be so carefree while he was losing his mind? Did the tightness of his walls do nothing for you? Were his moans not enticing, the arch of his back as he presents himself, begging for more, not arousing enough?
And it's so much worse because you fuck him so good. Barbatos has never thought himself a whore, never took particular interest in satisfying his sexual needs, but the way you grip his hips is perfect. You've fucked him at angles he didn't know exist, made him spurt loads that covered you both like snow. He'll cry from the pleasure, and stupid, stupid you, you'll smile at him, wiping his tears and dumbly asking if he was okay.
"So, the original idea here was 'lets get painted together' but I've decided that's way too basic."
Barbatos cocks an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upwards. "Too basic? That sounds wonderful my love."
"Yeah, yeah, but, like you said, I do stuff like that with you all the time. I gotta make this unique! Only the best for Barbatos!"
He chuckles, a hand covering his mouth as his blush deepens. You take it in yours, gazing lovingly at him. "I can't see your smile like this, Beautiful." You bring his hand to your lips, placing a kiss on each knuckle.
You grin when you look up to find his other hand over his face, eyes crinkled with the hidden smile.
For long, beautiful moments, you go back and forth. Letting go of one hand to kiss the other, in the middle of the garden walkways, uncaring of who may pass by and see.
Finally, you clasp both hands in yours and tug him forward into a kiss.
It's calm at first, gentle. Your mouths move in sync as hands find their places in hair and on warm cheeks. Then, unable to resist the urge to taste him, you slide your tongue across his bottom lip.
As natural to him as breathing, he opens up, and your tongues get their first taste of each other. You suck on his, and he moans -- quietly, but it lights a fire in you. Your bodies gravitate closer almost subconsciously, and the kiss starts to get messy. Saliva starts to escape down the sides of your mouths, and as you both get short of breath, heavy panting can be heard. You were reaching a breaking point, and so was he.
Hands start to wander downwards, and just as the need to touch, to taste, begins to take over-
"For fucks sake, get a ROOM."
Both your heads snap up to find a disgusted looking Belphie and Satan, as well as a rather excited Asmo, Satan holding a device you were sure had everything to do with Lucifer's misery.
You roll your eyes, moving your hands to more polite areas. "Mind your business, Belphie."
He rolls his back, and Asmo cuts in. "On a date with the birthday boy, I see?" You smile, an excited yes leaving your lips. You feel Barbatos squeeze your hands in his.
"Great. Stay out of the castle until at least eight, if you wanna come back to a grande surprise, of course." Satan and Belphie share an evil look and an evil-er chuckle. Barbatos sighs, going to scold them, but you shake your head at him. "Let them have their fun, Barbie. You two," You send a sharp glare their way, "don't make a mess. And if you, clean up. Well."
"Sir, yes, sir!" They give a mock salut, laughing as they walked off to enact their master plan.
[Worship, crying, Barbatos' pov] [Considerably more finished than the others lol]
An old temple of worship. Or as the humans called it, a church.
Empty aisles spanned miles, rows and rows of mahogany seats covered in a thick layer of dust. Walls of stone rose to the sky and met in the shadowy center, completely bare of decoration save for a singular window at the head of the church.
The window was so clear it might as well have not been there. The moonlight that streamed through was as a result an unnaturally pure shade of silver. Sitting in its beams, Barbatos would usually feel soothed. And yet, a shiver ran down his spine.
Something was not right here.
A podium with no preacher, a choir with no singers, and a church with no devotees. It was daytime in the human world, yet moonlight persisted in its glow.
And a church this large with only one window... Barbatos has never seen anything like it.
But he can feel it in the air that he'll soon understand.
There's a dark hand reaching through the window. It seems to have no source; no body can be seen on the other side, nor a portal that one may travel through. The hair along his nape begins to rise as inches of inky skin are revealed. But Barbatos himself? He doesn't move a muscle. On his knees before the podium, hands relaxedly at his sides. There is no fear in his heart. Only anticipation.
Standing tall before him, its body seemed to rise miles, featureless yet identifiable even in a crowd of thousands. Its form seemed to flow, the edges blurring together and melting and melding at will.
The light obscured its face. Perhaps this being lacked one completely; perhaps it truly was made of darkness. Faceless, save for eyes like the milky way and a smile like a shark.
"Do you feel blessed?"
A ridiculous question to most, but Barbatos had found enlightenment in it.
"...No." His eyes were wide with awe, his speech carrying a certain breathlessness to it.
"Would you like to be?"
....Would he?
What did it mean to be blessed? Would it be like the Greeks, blessing their favored devotees with strength and wisdom? Or like an angel, protecting humans from harm? Was this being a harbinger of something greater, or something greater itself?
The silence between them was not one filled with tension. The being was unreadable, staring quietly and unblinkingly. It made him antsy, after a while. The butler found himself breaking eye contact, eyeing the somehow spotless floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Then, a chuckle sounded in the air. It seemed to come from everywhere at once, as if he was surrounded by laughing figures. But it was only him and the being in this church.
"Your flesh is old, child... The stories engraved tell me you've learned many lessons in your years."
Barbatos sat in silence, hanging onto every word.
"You are well respected in your home... Love surrounds you like light surrounds an angel. And I can see it's well deserved. Your devotion burns bright, child."
Something is cooking in Barbatos' stomach. Nerves? Fear? Anticipation? He had not a clue in the world.
"Yet, you still find yourself here."
There it goes. The ball he was waiting to see drop.
"I ask again, Barbatos, do you wish to be blessed?"
This time, hesitation didn't halt his speech.
"Yes."
He sighs. His breath had become visible in the air. Already, goosebumps lined his skin as the temperature in the church plummeted. Hairs along his arms rose as shivers scampered down his back, the very breath he took lodging deep in his throat. His body was numb and yet he felt everything. His eyes never left the Being's, and yet he saw the very world turn on its axis.
The shadow steps back, legs just barely forming from the mass of darkness. It leans against the wooden podium, a lower body taking shape. Large, muscular thighs form, leading down into strong calves and big feet with clawed and pointed toes. Between its thighs were pussy lips already sticky with a thick golden goo. A deep purple clit twitched and bulged from beneath its hood, and just below, a lovely hole in a similar shade of indigo pulsed and leaked.
"Step to the podium child, and meet god inside me. Here, you will find where all the blessings of this world are stored."
Barbatos approached on his hands and knees, like any good follower would. Already, he could feel his stress melting away. Worries for The Prince and the brothers, concern for the angels and the exchange student... All of it, gone from his mind as the growing heat warmed his face.
He'd gone a deep red in the cold air, but this body emitted a heat akin to standing in front of a fire. Inches from its source, a sweet smell caressed his nostrils. The ichor-like substance smelt heavenly, and sense had proven truly lost on him when he went in nose first, gladly letting the Beings fluids coat his face.
Barbatos placed his hands on dark thighs, still surprised to find his hands didn't float clean through. He pushed them farther apart, until his meal was spread wide before him. He could feel it in his mind, the Being's desperation.
I can hardly navigate my own blog, so if you wanna read more about Barbatos being loved on in various ways, we can both use my writing tag #unaveragewrites (don't worry it's in the tags on this too)
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