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“You look so pretty like this.” His voice was warm and soft in contrast to the little pocket knife he held against your skin.
“Actually, no. I misspoke, you always look pretty.”
His words make you clench even tighter around Belphegor, making him hiss in ecstasy.
As much as you wanted to close your eyes, they were transfixed on the way that Belphie’s knife was dragging along the curves of your breasts.
Belphegor watched as the goosebumps on your arm rose whenever he pushed the blade lightly into a sensitive spot. Unable to control the reaction of your body, the metal was cold, freezing, compared to the heated grip Belphegor had on hip.
The way he held the weapon tauntingly against your vital spots, knowing that he had your full trust made him even completely smitten with you.
You knew that he would never hurt you. The blade was sharp and dangerous but even so, Belphegor never pressed hard enough to draw blood. He knew just the perfect amount of pressure to create white scratches to the surface of your skin, drawing the ultimate line of pain and pleasure for you.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you. Such a good girl, being all soft and compliant.” He groaned as he pushed the back of the blade against the plush of your thigh.
It was addictive, to feel the amount of trust you had in him and he was always ready to toe the line to see how far he could go.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned. “It’s like your pussy was made for me, can you feel how hard you’re squeezing around me like a slut.”
Hearing his words only brought you more bliss, your brain numbed out from how good he was fucking you. The way his dick was grinding against your sweet spot brought white spots to your vision.
“Look at you, all fucked out to even answer me.” He chuckled as his hips stilled for a moment as he took the time to trail his eyes over your body, pausing when he spread your thighs wider to accommodate for his new piece of artwork.
Belphegor etched his symbol into your inner thigh, pink lines welling up to display his mark on your body. The sensitivity of the itch made your legs twitch but that only brought a disapproving tut from his lips.
“Stay still, darling. You don’t actually want me to make you bleed, now do you?”
Your whimpers told him everything he needed to know, and he only continued when he felt your body relax completely for him.
“Good girl.” He rewarded you when he finalized the circle to his mark, smiling as he snapped the pocket knife shut and tossed it beside him.
You felt his thumb brush over the temporary symbol, one that you wished was permanent so that you could always wear it on your body with pride. To say that you belong to The Avatar of Sloth; the youngest, cheekiest and most cunning amongst the seven brothers.
“Your body. This cunt.” Belphegor's hips begin rocking once again, his fingers finding their way to your clit that was swelling for attention. His fingertips circled around the delicate nub with expertise. “Your moans, your heart.” He continued to list as his thrusts started to regain momentum and power.
“Your lips.” He leaned down to steal a kiss from your parted lips, swallowing down your screams when he bullied the tip of his cock against the opening of your cervix.
“They’re all mine. You’re all mine.” He groaned when he felt your body twitching underneath his, your pussy clamping down on his dick as you found yourself climaxing without any warning.
You barely registered the rest of the words of worship that were leaving his mouth as Belphegor fucked you through your orgasm.
All you could do was hold onto him weakly when you felt his dick throb against your inner walls, spilling his cum deep inside of you.
By the time your mind finally focused back to reality, Belphegor gently brought you back from your high as he combed his fingers through your hair with loving whispers into your ear.
Warmth spread all over your body, the tender aches of the thorough love-making was going to be felt till tomorrow. He smiled softly at you when he finally saw the lustful haze clear from your vision, roaming his hands down your body to make sure he didn’t actually hurt you without him knowing.
“Thank you for trusting me, my love.” He hummed as he pressed his lips to your forehead.
You chuckled, bringing your arms around his body as best as you could. “It was perfect.” Your voice barely croaked out, strained from how loud your lover made you scream in pleasure.
Belphegor sits up to reach for the bottle of water that was sitting on his bedside table, carefully supporting your head as he tips the cooling liquid past your lips.
“No you were perfect, you never fail to surprise me.” To think a mere mortal would trust a demon in bed with a knife. If Belphegor didn’t know any better he would have called you naive but in reality, you were braver than any demon he had ever known.
When you looked into his eyes and caught his devious smirk, you could instantly tell he had another scheming idea in mind.
“If you’re comfortable with it, maybe we could switch the roles around next time.”
Your cheeks immediately heat up at the thought of Belphegor under your body, allowing you to let him feel what he did to you with a knife just a couple minutes ago.
“Maybe next time…” You promised.