Devil's Marvel --Kaptel 7--
Oooookkkk so this part...let me explain....is probably the last gentler part before this story goes a bit down the sinister end, so enjoy it while it lasts.
Under 18s: .....door. now. ---->
Marvel lay among his silk sheets, in his king sized bed, wide awake for the fourth time that night, each time having woken up right before he got the chance to fuck her. All the material things in the world that he had spent a lifetime collecting seemed worthless. All the sex he'd had seemed pointless. All the things he'd done had been easily forgotten. Everything lost fruit and flavour, the whiskey tasted bitter, the cigarettes no longer pleased him, he had tried to masturbate, many times, but what was the point? If the end result wasn't that he would fuck her, that he would have her, as his...what was the point?
She had lived with him for a few weeks now, and every day he found himself a little less able to resist simply ripping the dresses he'd bought for her right off of her and bend her over the dinner table. He hadn't been able to show his true form apart from when he slept, it aggravated him, made him uneasy and more volatile. He drank constantly, and his eyes never left her. When she moved, he watched, when she gardened; he watched, when she had met his bloodhounds and treated them as her children; he watched.
All the while, he was staring at the ceiling, his claws had dug deep into his chest, and blood was trickling down the side of his ribs, but he felt no more pain. Enough, he concluded, getting up out of bed, naked and demonic as he was, and started walking to her bedroom. He swung his double doors open violently, walked across the floor loudly and ripped her door off its hinges in his resolve. He didn't pause, didn't hesitate, he stepped into her bed, grabbed her shoulder to turn her to face him, her gasp of terror was well received as he ripped her dressing gown off her tiny perfect body and pulled her by her calves closer to his midsection.
He took his cock in his right hand, leaned over her with a grin and shoved himself inside, awaiting to feel the euphoria of finally claiming his prize. He looked down at her greedily, holding both her breasts in his hands when she started laughing hysterically. He pumped himself inside her roughly, confused and angry that she wasn't screaming in pain and terror. Her laughing echoed in his head, leaning her head back and arching her back. Marvel grabbed the bed sheets and began stuffing them in her mouth to silence her, but the laughter continued, filling the entire room, growing louder and deeper, deep enough to sound masculine.
Frustrated, Marvel pulled her head towards him and as she opened her eyes they glowed yellow, and her body turned black and her skin turned to ash and melted away, and from within her, Lucifer himself emerged and laughed heartily in Marvel's face, which fell into a frozen shock on the realization that this was, again, just a dream. "You should see your face right now Marvel, priceless!" He cackled.
Marvel grabbed him by the horns, and pulled him closer. "Get out of my dream!"
"Why?" He pouted sarcastically, "I like your cock inside me, we were having so much fun. This Vendangeli's rejections have made you a man worth fucking my boy."
Marvel growled at him, but saw the authority in Lucifer's face ring through, and that silenced him. "Alright alright, I'll make you a deal...you can keep her, IF...there's two 'if's'; you get her to give herself to you willingly" he looked at him lustily, licking his teeth.
"And?"
"You fuck me like you'd fuck her, right now." Marvel stared at the devil, whose steamy and hellish breath blew onto his own face and sizzled ever so slightly. He looked him straight in his yellow eyes, feeling the black tail of his master teasing his back.
"Why?" Marvel growled through gritted teeth.
"What? You think because I'm old and sit in hell all day I don't like to indulge in angry sex?" He asked, sarcastically offended.
"No. Why are you giving her to me?" Hedemanded, shaking him by the horns a little.
"Oh that. Well, I've been keeping a close eye on your balls lately, and they're turning an ugly blue, probably from asphyxiation..." He frowned at him with a smirk.
"What's the catch?" Marvel asked.
"No further clauses apart from what was mentioned; fuck me, get her to fuck you of her own free will."
"I don't believe you." Marvel hissed.
"I'm hurt. I can be giving you know." He blinked at him innocently. Marvel looked at him silently, breathing heavily, for a few moments, his mind working through all the details, making sure there wasn't some hidden consequence. His lips raised in a low growl as he pulled himself out of the devil's cunt, and turned him over onto his back. He took the silk sheets in his hands and began ripping it into strips, hearing the devil laugh lustily, clapping at the sight of Marvel playing rough.
Marvel kept his eyes on the steaming yellow ones the entire time, while he took one strip and tied his left wrist to one bed post, and the right to the other, one around his neck which he tied in a hangman's knot, and finally pulled Lucifer's hips up so he was in front of him in doggy-style. Pulling the rope around his neck tighter so his back arched downwards more and his head caved back, Marvel lifted the black tail of his maker, and spit in his hand, rubbing his asshole with his burning saliva, staring at it spitefully.
"Fuck me already you pussy" Lucifer hissed back at him, Marvel tugged the rope tightly around his neck in response, the devil only laughed more. He fixed his tip at the tiny asshole in front of him, and inhaled deeply one final time before he shoved the entire length of his eleven inch demonic engorgement into the devils rump. Lucifer gave one loud, satisfied moan with a psychotic shivered laugh, whirling around his penis like a round a bout.
Marvel pulled tighter on the rope and pumped heavily into Lucifer, smashing his hip cavity into his violently. Lucifer tightened the muscles of his ass, at which point Marvel could hardly hold back his own grunts of pleasure, and placed both his hands on either butt cheek, pulling them apart and holding the rope firmly in his right hand, feeling the skin stretch tighter over his own shaft.
"Ugh this is so much better than when we fucked a century ago! Push your tail in too, stretch me like a heretic you mother fucking sadist." He ordered, grinding on Marvel's cock with extreme enthusiasm. Marvel did as he was asked and shoved the full length of his tail into the devil's ass, moving it and his cock in opposite directions to create friction. The devil squirted pre-cum onto the ripped sheets and screamed deafeningly into the dark atmosphere.
"Hold my cock Marvel!" He laughed excitedly, "Jerk me off like you used to."
Growling angrily in between his moans, Marvel leaned forward and grabbed Lucifer's cock, moving his hand up and down the shaft with the same vigour as he pumped into the devil's rump. "Moan!"
Marvel opened his mouth to moan, half genuinely as he felt himself heating up, closer to releasing himself inside, tailing and fucking him with all his strength. "Louder you bitch!"
"SHUT UP! Fuck!" He finally complained, giving one harder thrust to make his point, but the devil only laughed maniacally, sitting back on him harder.
"You're so much more exciting when you're angry." He thrilled, grinding down hard on him as he masturbated him, his cum spilling out of him slowly, burning the sheets bellow. He felt Marvel ready to cum, as he quickened his thrusts, and just as he was about to pull out, Lucifer wrapped his tail around his hips and stopped his motion, "Don't even think about it, I want every drop inside of me."
Marvel jerked his hips forward, giving a short deep growl with every individual thrust, in anger, and euphoria, until finally he could hold himself no longer and exploded, spilling his burning seed into the devil's gut, who licked his lips lusciously and wriggled onto him at the delight until he finally collapsed in pleasure. Marvel lingered only long enough for the excessive spurts his cock gave to cease, and then pulled out unmelodically and stepped off the bed, standing at its foot, looking down at the panting demon before him. "Now will you get the fuck out of my dream so that I can wake up?"
"Gladly." He cackled, and with the blink of an eye, he vanished.
He awoke shortly after, sat up and saw cum everywhere. Furious, he shoved his silken sheets aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. He moved his hand to grab the whiskey glass on his night table, but it was empty. He picked up a cigarette and lit it before he got up with the whiskey glass and made his way downstairs, naked, his tail swinging loosely behind him, horns out, fangs, claws, eyes black, skin red and all.
Once he reached the mini bar, he removed the cork of a new bottle of whiskey with his teeth and began pouring as the scent hit his nostrils. He closed his eyes to take it all in, and quickly composed himself into his human form. "Marvel?"
"Down here." He huffed through his cigarette, which was now hanging in his mouth as he poured the whiskey. He heard the footsteps descend the stairs, felt the pulse, smelled the scent coming closer to him.
"I couldn't sleep, I'm sorry." Her lilac voice echoed in his mind, his back facing her because he was still retracting his horns and turning his eyes back to normal.
"Me neither. Drink?" He asked, laughing as he said so, taking the cigarette into his free hand. "Joking, you don't drink, even at sinful hours in the night."
"What happened to your back?" She asked concerned, seeing the engraved symbol the devil had given him a while ago, which had obviously left a remarkably large scar. She touched her hand to it, and he felt a jolt of his shaft, and it didn't bother him that she had this kind of power over his erection. He turned to face her, she jumped slightly, pulling her hand back and looking down only to see his half erect cock greeting her.
"Marvel!" she gasped, turning her head away from him and covering her eyes with her hand.
"hm?" he played stupid while sipping his whiskey, she had touched him first.
"You're...y--you're naked." She stuttered, he could see she was incredibly uncomfortable and the grin that made him handsome returned to his face. He let the awkward moment sink in for a few seconds before he replied.
"I am." He admitted. Shocked by his lack of shame, she turned back to give him a lecture, but as she parted her lips to talk they were me by his, locked into their first kiss. It lasted all of half a second, in which Marvel's eyes flashed pitch black and his tail all but burst out of his lower back, before she broke the connection and slapped him square across the face.
He didn't move, and nor did she. The room was engulfed in complete silence, their eyes locked and Nel looked horrified by what she had just done. Marvel showed no sign of regret or guilt, nor did he show smugness, he simply gazed upon her, waiting for a reaction, a phrase, anything; for her to shout him down or jump on him and lick his face off, some sign of either anger or lust, but he got neither. Her forehead creased into a pained frown, an expression he least expected and surprisingly made him feel an emotion he knew as; remorse. Now he was beginning to think like a human? He shook his head as if to shake out the new addition to his personality, but it wouldn't budge.
Her eyes were glassy, which didn't help. He was about to say something, to apologize, something he didn't do...ever, but something had changed in him. He inhaled and smelled two scents, one he recognized as her own and would never forget, and the second he'd imagined and dreamed about but now that it was there, smelled so much sweeter than he could ever imagine; she was wet.
His gut went insane, punching him to move forward and grab her, and he gladly complied, but she keeled out of his vicinity at the mere attempt and turned to jog up the stairs. The last thing he heard was the clash of the door and the bolt that locked it. His eyes didn't follow her movement, he remained perfectly still, gazing at the pillar in front of him, taking in every particle of that marvellous smell, realizing how much this changed things. She lusted for him. A growl burst through him, initiated from his gut and rolling upwards all the way to his throat where it was finally released into the dark air, and with it his human complexion shattered and he stood naked in his demonic form, panting heavily in a mixture of anger and satisfaction.
"Butler." He called, and no sooner did Butler stand there.
"Sire?" He asked casually.
"I need you to be her." Marvel turned his head to Butler, looking at him like a murderer.
"But Sire, you specifically forbid me from ever doing that again." Butler protested.
"Fuck what I specifically asked you to do, right now...I need you to be her, so be her!" He growled, his voice strong and demanding.
"Yes Sire." As he said it, his voice sounded more feminine, and slowly, he morphed into Nel until Butler was gone and Nel stood in front of Marvel with Butler's clothing and an emotionless expression.
"Take off those ridiculous clothes, and look more afraid. What I'm about to do isn't to your liking." Marvel ordered, Butler had already begun removing his clothes and stood naked in front of his master. Marvel moved to sit in his armchair, pouring himself a whiskey and lighting another cigarette. He looked at Nel's body, up and down, stroking his lips with the memory of her soft lips on his. "Come here."
Butler moved towards Marvel, taking his orders and looking slightly frightened while he walked, trying to imitate Nel as much as he could. He froze in front of Marvel, with his hands clasped neatly in front of his cunt, and Marvel spent a minute or so enjoying the view, before his cock gave a final jolt of growth and was fully erect. "Suck it."
And Butler did, lowering himself to his knees, and taking Marvel's cock in one hand, slowly moving up and down his shaft, he leant in and started licking the tip masterfully, drawing patterns on it. While he was creating a sensual masterpiece on Marvel's cock, Marvel leaned back into the chair, drinking down his whiskey and smoking his cigarette, watching Butler/Nel answering to his every whim. If only it were real. Somehow even though Butler was an excellent candidate for sucking someone off, it still wasn't enough. Annoyed that his substitution wasn't working, he solidly placed his hand on the back of Butler's head and shoved it down to his cock's hilt until he heard 'her' gag, delightful to his ears. He pulled her back and did it again, and again, until he was far enough to climax into her mouth, lifting her head just in time to see some of it trickle down to her chin. "Leave me. Oh and wash my sheets, they're filthy."
Butler got up, dressed himself, morphed back into Butler and casually walked away as if nothing happened. Marvel spent a few more drinks in his armchair before he too retired to attempt sleeping again...
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When he finally awoke, on his changed sheets, it took him a while to fully get up, the whiskey sitting heavily in his stomach. He stretched, picked up his bathrobe and swung it around himself, tying it in place and pulled his doors open only after composing himself back into his human form. When he approached the stairs, he saw Nel's door open slightly, and she was packing her suitcase, that he had given her. He leaned against the door frame and pushed the door open, frowning as she busily packed away.
"Going somewhere?" He asked huskily. She jumped at the unannounced intrusion.
"Yes. I'm truly grateful for your hospitality, but I cannot stay here any longer." She replied distantly.
"You're leaving." It wasn't a question. He inhaled deeply, trying to suppress his anger. "And where exactly are you going to go?"
"Church!" She raised her voice for the first time then and Marvel coughed out an angry laugh.
"Church? You're leaving to go to the one place that makes you unhappy?"
"You're wrong." She turned to him, closing some distance between them and threatening him with her eyes. "Just because you despise church and God, do not assume that I am unhappy there, God is my life and I will always be his."
"Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?" he retaliated.
"I don't have to convince anyone, God is my happiness."
"Is he? Or are you saying that to avoid how you really feel?" He said, offering equal eye contact, "Tell me this Nel; if your God is so busy assuring his people's happiness, why would he ask you to choose between him and someone who could give you what he can't?"
"What could you possibly give me that my God cannot?" She was desperately offended, the anger was clear in her voice. To Marvel it felt like this argument had been brewing for a while, but he wasn't about to let her leave when he was so close to claiming her, not after she'd let him smell her lust.
"I can give you everything that's physical and real and relevant, while he leaves you in a temple praying for the future of him and his people, devoting yourself to him until death and never seeing that devotion returned let alone the man you're so wholly devoting yourself to. Is that what you want?"
He had struck a chord, and her symphony began to unravel, he could see the light of her faith in her eyes, slowly fading, he was winning. "How can you be so sinister of a religion you know nothing about? What do you know about devotion? You who falls over one woman after the other. I'm sure you thought I didn't know, but I have seen right through you from the start, I knew who you were, and now I have it confirmed."
She passed him and began descending the stairs. Marvel smiled at the realization that she, much like her mother, knew his intensions and still pursued him.
"Then why did you stay?" he asked, turning and standing at the top of the stairs. She stopped dead, her back facing him.
"Because I thought I could save you, but you were never mine to save because you were trying to save me. But I don't need saving." And she continued down the stairs. Marvel followed.
"Is that right? Or maybe that's exactly what you needed." He grabbed her upper arm and spun her to face him. "Maybe you wanted to be saved because you knew exactly what you were sacrificing for a deity that isn't real. Maybe you knew all along that I liked you and you were afraid to accept it." She backed up, but he kept on her.
"Because maybe..." She backed into the wall, he planted his palm against the wall beside her left ear. "Maybe, you like me too."
She was frowning nervously, breathing heavy and fidgety within his tight proximity. Marvel stared down at her, giving her time to process, but not space, never space. She didn't reply, but she also didn't try to get out of his lock, so he began closing in to kiss her. Just one kiss and he knew she would be his, one sign of submission. Just as he was about to close the last few millimetres between them, she placed her hand firmly on his chest and pushed him away a little bit.
"I will not be another of your whores." The conviction in her voice was almost painful in his ears. The panic he felt at not winning her, was unbearable. His mind spun over and over every scenario he could think of, every possible thing he could say or do to make her his. As long as it was her choice, or she would be the devil's. He looked deep into her eyes to search them out for some bluff, some lie, but Nel didn't lie and couldn't bluff.
"So marry me." He lied down his aces. If she'd had space to move back, she would have out of pure unexpected shock.
"What?" she whispered.
"Marry me. Your God can't have anything against holy matrimony." She was obviously having difficulty taking him serious, looking for his grin, for him to start laughing, but it never came, he was serious.
"Why?" she asked, disbelieving.
"Because I want you. All of you." He answered severely.
Silence floated around, tense silence. There was a question in the air she had never expected to hear from anyone, especially under circumstances where she was willing to accept. The stress of the decision made her legs shaky, and her head woozy. She looked at Marvel, did she want to marry him? Would she give up her devotion to God only and share herself with both God and him? The answer to both these questions; "Yes."