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Fizz didn’t know what he expected when he was led bound, gagged, blindfolded, and butt ass naked into the temple.
Actually, that was a lie. He knew exactly what he expected – to be shoved around like a bag of meat, slammed face-first onto a stone altar, and ripped to shreds by a being beyond his measly mortal comprehension. Or so he’d heard many a time growing up from the older imps at the circus lamenting another poor hellborn broken by sin.
As a child, he’d listened intently to their stories, just in case he was ever one of the unlucky few. Not likely, he’d hoped, but better safe than sorry. Sins were selfish by nature, as was their cosmic right; they demanded fealty and took without remorse. It was a horror and an honor to be chosen by one, Fizz had come to understand. So, yes, when the procession arrived at his door to deliver the news that he was chosen as one of this year’s Seven Sacrifices, he could admit he’d expected rough, selfish treatment.
What Fizz hadn’t expected was delicate hands gently guiding him to lie flat on his back on a bed of, what he could only assume was, satin. Or the aroma of musky, woodsy candles, and the crackle of a smoldering fireplace permeating the already pleasantly warm room.
The procession hadn’t told Fizz why he was chosen, let alone for whom. He would’ve asked whoever was preparing him for the ceremony if not for the gag, but instead all he could do was shake in anticipation. He had an itching feeling he knew exactly which of the Deadly Sins he was being served up to though… and why, humiliatingly. In hindsight, the fact his gag was a ball should’ve been a dead giveaway.
Suddenly, soft fingers brushed his cheek near its strap.
Fizz flinched.
“Sorry, sweetie, didn’t mean to scare you,” whispered an airy, feminine voice. “Don’t speak. I’m going to take this off so you can drink.”
She unbuckled the gag.
Drink what? Fizz nearly asked, mouth gaping in a soundless plea.
“From our king.” Her tone was confident and knowing. “It’ll help.”
The way she said it was more terrifying than reassuring, but Fizz could sense that he didn’t really have a choice. He nodded.
Whatever she poured into his mouth, it was thicker than he expected. He coughed once and she pulled back, allowing him a moment to breathe and assess what he was tasting; the flavor was unique and hard to pinpoint, but nutty, and fruity, and salty sharp. The woman helped him drink the rest, then replaced the gag and moved away. Fizz hardly noticed, focused instead on the way the liquid warmed him from the inside out, like it was coating his organs in fire as it slid down his throat – a frighteningly familiar sensation, expect for the fact that it settled low in his stomach and manifested as a gush of slickness between his thighs.
Fizz heard the sound of retreating footsteps and the thud of a heavy door. After that the room was quiet, sans the snapping of the fireplace and the general hum of existence. Over the lull, Fizz could hear his own heartbeat loud as an crescendoing drumline. It resonated through his body so intensely that he didn’t pay attention to the heavy approach of his fate until it was too late.
“Look at you, all wrapped up tight for me.”
Fizz startled at the sound of a voice so ethereal, it could only belong to a Deadly Sin.
“Do you know who I am?”
Fizz nodded. The gag vanished.
“Say my name.”
“Asmodeus.”
“Hm, that’s right,” purred the Sin of Lust. “But call me Ozzie when you scream for me, okay, baby?”
Fizz couldn’t help himself. “How about daddy?”
“I can work with daddy. You’re kinda kinky even though no one’s ever pounded that pretty little cunt of yours, huh? Bet you’ll be a gold star slut by the time I’m done with you.”
“If I live.” He said it as a joke, but it was more of a question.
“Oh, you’ll do more than live, baby. Don’t you worry.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Whatever it takes.”
“To do what though?” Fizz felt winded just asking.
“To defile you. To satisfy my need.”
Fizz trembled, sure he was about to be swallowed whole.
“Aw, don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you, not unless you ask me to. It works like this: if I do something you really don’t like, all you have to do is say ‘red’ like the color. If you need me to slow down or be nicer, you say ‘yellow.’ And if you’re having a good time, you say whatever it is that pops into your dirty little mind. Unless I ask you for your color, then you say ‘green’ like a good little boy. Tell me you understand.”
Ozzie’s tone was deep and powerful enough to shake Fizz to the core. Somehow, it sounded like he was speaking from across the room and directly into his ear at the same time, and distantly he became aware of the vastness of the space. Only the rush of breath against his cheek told him how close Ozzie really was. Fizz shuttered and squirmed against his binds, rubbing his legs together and moaning softly as the drink continued to work its magic.
“I understand. Can… can I see you?”
A low chuckle. “Sweet thing. Use your manners.”
Fizz swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hazily searching for the right words. “Please, Daddy?”
“Good boy, that’s what I like to hear.”
Just like the gag, the blindfold simply ceased to be. Fizz would’ve taken in his ornate surroundings, but instead all he could focus on was the Sin of Lust, hovering above him in all his naked, chiseled glory. Only then did Fizz realize there was a mirror on the ceiling, catching his own reflection and staring, enthralled by the glistening between his thighs. A moment too long – Fizz realized what he was doing and averted his gaze.
Ozzie was smiling at him. “C'mon, don’t be like that, sweetheart, you’re delectable. In fact…”
With one wave of his claw, he split the binds from Fizz’s ankles and spread them, exposing his dripping cunt to the air. Despite the warmth of the room, Fizz felt chilled by a sudden draft. It didn’t last though. A long, thick tongue slipped from between Ozzie’s lips, wetting them before he dove down to lap at the slick mess of Fizz’s pussy with all the enthusiasm of a starving man.
“U-uh, shit!” Fizz thrashed at the sudden onslaught of warmth and pleasure, throwing his tied wrists over his head in search of purchase. The metal of his fingers ended up tearing into the satin with a satisfying rip.
The soft, wet tip of Ozzie’s tongue teased him expertly, tickling over his entrance and flicking his clit just right. The jolt of pleasure made Fizz gasp, and it took a few seconds before he realized Ozzie’s spit felt like it was carbonated, leaving a sparkling burn in its wake as the excess dripped down the crease of his ass and over the root of his tail.
Fizz snuck a peak between his legs, where Ozzie was hovering with his tongue out, noting the pink sheen of the saliva clinging to his lips.
“What-” Fizz huffed out, “what is that stuff?”
“Just something to loosen you up. Gotta have you nice and relaxed for when I pop that cherry.” Ozzie gestured to his cock, proud, and dripping, and absolutely, mind-numbingly massive.
“O-oh. I really am gonna die.”
Another laugh. “Just a little. You ever touch yourself here, sweetheart?”
Fizz closed his eyes in shame. “Yeah.”
“Yeah?” Ozzie echoed. “You like fingering your pussy? Making yourself all wet and messy where no one can see?”
“Y-yeah,” Fizz all but whined, “sometimes.”
“No need to be embarrassed, baby. It’s hot – you’re hot. I know you’re never taken cock, but you ever have your pussy ate?”
Fizz shook his head.
“Then lay back and let me rock your world.”
Ozzie adjusted his grip, one hand around Fizz’s leg, the other dipping between him and the altar and wrapping his tail around a long finger. Ozzie used it for leverage as he gripped him at the small of his back, angling Fizz’s hips up and diving in for more. He gave another light, slow lick along the length of his cunt, only this time, he kept going, alternating the force and speed of each swipe so that Fizz never knew quite when to brace for it, and all he could do was moan and fight not to break too soon.
Then that slippery, agile muscle circled his hole, igniting the sensitive nerves at the rim, making Fizz ache and twitch. On his next inhale, Ozzie dove in, wiggling deep, deep into Fizz’s guts and enclosing him entirely with his mouth. Fizz arched his back and cried out, only taking him further in the process, until finally he was sure he could feel it in his throat.
“Oh! Fuck! Oh, Satan!”
Ozzie paused and pulled back just enough to speak, his words a stern warning as they tickled Fizz’s slick skin. “Don’t forget who your pleasure belongs to right now.”
Another teasing flick.
“Ozzie!” Fizz gasped. “Daddy!”
“That’s better.”
Ozzie was on him again, pulling Fizz’s leg up to hook over his shoulder. He released his grip to prod a finger at the place where Fizz’s hole was clenching on his tongue, sneaking in around it and sliding up to the first knuckle.
“Ahhhh!”
Fizz dug his heel into his back, probably scratching him to all hell, but he was too far gone to care. Ozzie didn't flinch; he worked him open methodically, his fingers not reaching as deep as his tongue, but picking up slack by caressing Fizz’s sweet spots with far more intent and dexterity. Fizz tried to control the build of tension in his core by taking slow, steadying breaths, but all that really did was make Ozzie double down and ease in a second finger.
Before Fizz knew it, the tight heat in his gut snapped, and he was trembling through his release, bound hands balled at his chest and tears gathering in his eyes as he felt himself gush into Ozzie’s mouth.
Ozzie worked him through it, drinking in his pleasure with a long groan. He sat up, and his face was soaked and stretched with self-satisfaction as he leered down at Fizz. Then he moved over his body to kiss him, feeding Fizz his tongue coated in his own slick. The bubbling sensation returned, and, oddly, it tasted sweet like summer fruit.
Fizz chased it as he pulled away, and when he laughed, Ozzie sounded delighted. Fizz tried to look again, but it was hard to see him through the blushing fog he was under. He imagined Ozzie was smiling, that it was ravenous.
He was so blissed out, he didn’t notice that Ozzie had stuffed him three fingers full until he thrust against a barrier inside Fizz that had him gasping and keening forward. A few tears leaked down his face.
“Yellow!”
True to his word, Ozzie pulled his fingers away. Instead of fully stopping, he used his thumb to rub Fizz’s clit apologetically. His other hand stroked near the base of his tail.
“Sorry, baby, you’re just so sexy writhing around on my hand like that. I got carried away. Need to go slower?”
Fizz gave an aborted nod. “Issa lot,” he slurred.
“Want your arms free?”
“Yuh…” He paused to get control of his tongue. “Please.”
Then the last tie split, and for a moment Fizz almost regretted it, because now he didn’t know what he was supposed to do with his hands. Ozzie didn’t give him enough time to panic though; he released Fizz entirely, stepping back.
“Roll over for me.”
Fizz rubbed the blur from his eyes with his wrist and stared up at him.
Ozzie’s expression softened. “It’ll be more comfortable for you. My fingers aren’t enough. I’m going to have to use something to stretch you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, I just don’t know- I mean, how do you want me?”
“Hands and knees,” Ozzie instructed, “then whatever feels best to you.”
Fizz obeyed, rolling over onto his stomach, now face to face with the dark purple cushion of the altar. He rubbed his cheek into it, putting his palms flat and using the leverage to help prop up his hips. From there it felt only natural to spread his legs as wide as he could get them, which, considering his profession, would’ve been into a split if not for the limitations of the altar itself. Once he was situated, he did his best to look over his shoulder at Ozzie.
“Okay, green,” he whispered.
“My good boy, that’s the way. You learn quick. Bet your pussy learns quick too.” A large blue toy manifested in Ozzie’s hand – flared at the base, but much more comparable to his actual size than his fingers. It was already lubed with some unknown substance. Ozzie made sure he saw it, then he placed the tip to Fizz’s entrance, not pushing in, but applying gentle, rubbing pressure. “Think you can take this?”
“Uh huh,” Fizz sighed, tail flicking excitedly in the air.
Ozzie twirled it back around his fingers, giving it a sharp tug.
“Ahh!” Fizz howled, arching like a cat. “Harder!”
“What was that?”
“Please, Daddy! Harder!”
Ozzie pulled his tail again, pressing the head of the toy past his rim without warning at the same time. The shock made Fizz rear back against it, and Ozzie licked him between the shoulder blades, tongue hot like a brand. He made a low rumbling sound like he was savoring the taste, and Fizz shuttered, remembering that he was literally here to feed the Sin of Lust.
Ozzie began moving the toy, keeping the thrusts shallow at first, but slowing diving deeper with every pass until the stretch of the flared base began to push Fizz’s cunt to its limits. The skin around his entrance burned, but not enough to make him color out again. This time the pain was like an aid to the pleasure, and the thought of how scorching it would be with Ozzie’s thick cock pulsing and coming inside of him had Fizz pressing back eagerly for more.
He didn’t know if he could take it, but damn! He wanted to try! He wanted to find out if he could so, so bad. So what if it killed him? Fuck it! Maybe this was how he wanted to go! Actually, it was like he’d never wanted anything more all of a sudden. And the toy kept getting deeper and thicker, seemingly endless. Then at last he felt the tip meet the same resistance inside of him from before, and Ozzie paused.
“Take a deep breath for me.”
Fizz did so without question.
“Good boy. Again.”
This time as soon as he’d filled his lungs, Ozzie gave the toy a particularly rough, well-aimed thrust, pushing past that internal barrier. Fizz was more prepared this time, but it was still like a gut punch. Even so, the stretch was incredible, unlike anything he could achieve by himself. Or with a normal partner. He buried his face in the pillow and hiccuped, half-sobbing at the intensity of the feeling.
The only warning he got that it wasn’t over was Ozzie telling him, “Now this’ll really soften you up.”
Then suddenly the toy came alive, buzzing inside him, and forcing him to hold onto the cushion for dear life.
“O-o-o-o-oh, fuck, yes!”
Ozzie slowly worked the vibrator into him, not really pulling out further than an inch, just grinding it against Fizz’s cunt in such a way that rubbed relentlessly at the itch inside of him. He knew he was a sloppy, wet mess back there because he could feel it siding down the flesh half of his thighs, but it didn’t matter. Sooner than he thought his body was capable, another orgasm was creeping up on him.
“Shit, aren’t you just perfect? Knew you could take it, baby boy,” Ozzie praised, only adding fuel to the fire. “Can’t believe no one’s ever fucked you – you were born to take cock. Guess it was always meant to be mine.”
“Yeah!” Fizz was so lost. “Make me your bitch, Daddy!”
“Yeah? You wanna be my bitch?”
“Yeah, yeah! Please, I need it so bad!”
Ozzie pulled the toy away with a disgusting pop and rush of fluid. Fizz gasped, legs shaking as he struggled to keep from collapsing flat onto the altar. Again, he felt cold, and this time oddly bereft.
But the blunt, wet tip of Ozzie’s dick was a scorching balm as he rubbed it up and down the seam of Fizz's pussy. He didn’t need to look again to know that it was thicker from tip to base than the toy was all around. He closed his eyes, and braced himself.
“Ready to pop that cherry, Fizzy?”
“Yeah,” Fizz muttered weakly. It sounded so pathetic that he took a moment to put his game face on. When he spoke this time, it was with more of his typical self-confidence. “C’mon, Daddy, show me how it’s done. Give it to me good.”
And Ozzie did, pressing forward with an ominous chuckle and forcing his way smoothly past that initial resistance, knowing now that Fizz could handle it.
Fizz thought he could too. But he still wasn’t prepared for the warmth of Ozzie’s skin or the heavy feeling of his palm running down the curve of his back. He wasn't prepared for the sheer intimacy, the connection of the moment. It sent him into a dizzying mental spiral, and he landed somewhere soft and floaty, where he could barely form words. All he could really do was let Ozzie ruin him as promised, while moaning and whining for more like a bitch in heat.
He didn’t know when Ozzie bottomed out, only that he could feel him thrusting in his stomach. And when he looked down, he could see it too.
“F-fucking hell,” he half-cackled, closing his eyes and drifting again to the forceful rocking of his body and the stable tension of his core.
“That’s it, baby, let Daddy make you feel good.”
Fizz keened high in the back of his throat, his tail struggling in Ozzie’s hold, then slipping from between his fingers to wrap around his trim waist instead. Ozzie used his newly freed hand to retrieve the toy, turn on the vibration, and press the head to Fizz’s clit.
“Uuuuh!” He started thrashing against the way his shoulders were pinned.
Every stab of Ozzie’s cock inside of him was like a lightning strike that sparkled through all of his nerves. The pace was unhurried, but it didn’t need to be fast to be mind blowing. The slow drag out only made the harsh thrust in that much more satisfying. And all too soon, that familiar tightening returned, and Fizz knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. He didn't even want to; he was moments from letting go. Then, still buried fully in his guts, Ozzie pulled the toy away and stopped.
Fizz peered back at him, confused.
He circled his hips, teasing. “You wanna cum, baby?”
“Fuck, yes!” Fizz practically shouted.
“Ask me for it then. I want you to earn it.”
Fizz let out a petulant whine.
Ozzie tutted. “Don’t make me spank you. I wanna be nice to you for your first time.”
As intrigued as he was by the prospect… Fizz took another deep breath and a second to clear his throat.
“Please let me cum, Daddy... I wanna cum on your cock so, so bad.”
“Oh, yeah? What about me, sweetheart? Don't you want Daddy to fill you up too?”
Fizz felt himself clench; Ozzie let out a pleased hiss.
“Yeah – yes, fuck yes, Daddy! Please!” he begged. “Fill me the fuck up! I need it!”
“Well, in that case…”
Ozze’s tone was a tease, but his actions weren’t. He put his elbow on the altar next to Fizz and loomed over him. With the added leverage, he pistoned into Fizz harder than ever, knocking the air clear out of him with every inward thrust. Only then did he replace the toy on his clit, clicking it to the highest setting.
Fizz wouldn’t have been able to keep quiet if he wanted to. His jaw fell slack, muscle function overcome by sensation, and a drool spot forming on the satin under his cheek. He knew he was making high, desperate whining sounds, because he could feel them scratching their way up his throat, but he couldn’t hear them over the roaring of his blood or Ozzie’s alluring voice whispering filth and sweetness into his ear.
He wasn’t sure how long it went on. Maybe an hour – maybe a whole fucking day. Either way, Fizz didn’t want it to end.
But it had to.
Ozzie licked the back of his neck, punctuating the action with a purposefully aimed thrust and a tickling swirl of the toy, and the tightening in Fizz’s gut reached a peak.
“Yeah, there you go, baby boy, cum on Daddy’s cock. Just like that.”
Fizz almost didn’t realize he was cumming until Ozzie spoke, the feeling so unlike anything he’d experienced before. His first orgasm of the night was intense, but this? This was world shattering. Fizz felt like his entire body was being slowly submerged in boiling water – like a frog in a pot – except instead of killing him, he was meant to be tenderized and eaten alive. So, he arrived and lingered at the height of his pleasure, and his mouth was still gaping, but he didn’t make a sound. He just succumbed to it, collapsing down and letting a soothing numbness wash over his mind and body as he shuddered into the aftershocks.
Ozzie didn’t let up for another few minutes, reveling in the way Fizz went limp below him. Then, finally, he buried himself as deep as he could go, and Fizz let out a broken groan of overstimulated pleasure as he felt Ozzie’s hot, excessive release coat his insides, overflowing and oozing out around his dick to drip down Fizz's legs.
For a while the only sound in the temple was both their heavy breathing. It was Ozzie who recovered first, for obvious reasons.
He rolled his hips slowly, and it was then that Fizz realized his erection hadn't gone down.
Ozzie pulled out, and a gush of his cum came with him, seeping into the cushion below Fizz’s stomach. He magicked it away.
“Ya doin’ okay there?”
“Mm hm,” Fizz mumbled.
“Gonna need a color, baby.”
“Gr’n,” Fizz said into the cushion.
“See? Knew you’d be a natural,” Ozzie mused mostly to himself.
He helped Fizz roll onto his back and dipped down to clean up the mess with his tongue, lapping at his pussy in a way that sent little jolts up Fizz’s spine, but not enough to start anything. Fizz felt kind of dizzy again, but also like he was seconds from passing out.
“Mmm,” Ozzie hummed, sitting back, “don’t fall asleep on me now. I’m not done with you yet.”
“I-I can’t,” Fizz protested, mostly because he was suddenly exhausted. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Yes, you can,” Ozzie insisted. “You just told me you’re green. Or were you lying to Daddy?”
“Hmm, no.” Fizz shook his head. “But… I’ve never…”
Ozze made a sympathetic sound. “I know, baby,” he cooed. “You’re tired, but you want more, right? How about a little pick-me-up?”
Fizz cracked open an eye. “What, like coffee?”
“Not exactly,” Ozzie chuckled. “Can I show you?”
It wasn’t really something Fizz had to think about. “Okay.”
Ozzie grinned and swept down to kiss him again. It was wetter than last time, his tongue slipping far enough along Fizz's own that he almost gagged on it, and it was then that he realized he was being fed even more of the strange, carbonated saliva Ozzie had. Sweet and fruity and musky with his natural essence. Fizz found he was already addicted to the flavor, and he happily gulped it down.
Seconds later, and the magic hummed through him, reigniting his body as though it was the first round all over again. Ozzie didn’t bother with the foreplay this time. He just propped up Fizz's legs and pushed past his minimal resistance, already thumbing at his clit in time with his movements. And Fizz was way too blissed out, spread on his back, skewered helplessly like this, to even think to tense around the intrusion. Instead, it just felt right to welcome Ozzie in, like he belonged.
It was such a hypnotizing feeling, being rocked back and forth by his massive cock, that Fizz almost immediately fell back into whatever headspace he’d been under before. He closed his eyes and his world narrowed down to darkness and pleasure; it felt like he was dreaming kinda, except that every time Ozzie spoke to him, he clung to the words and heard his own voice begging for more, and he knew it was real.
Then the darkness and the pleasure turned into one entity, and the only thought on Fizz’s mind was, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, as he blacked out.
3==D~
Fizz came to lying on his stomach on Ozzie’s chest, half submerged in hot, foaming water. He lifted his head and looked around; they were reclined in what appeared to be a marble bathtub, but compared to Fizz, it ended up looking more like a modest swimming pool.
“Welcome back,” Ozzie said, tenderly rubbing his back.
Fizz squirmed and purred under the caress, cutting himself off with a wince when he shifted his aching hips. Ozzie made a soothing sound and breathed a blue mist into Fizz’s face as he rubbed at the base of his tail. He inhaled out of shock, but whatever it was, it instantly made him relax, and not just the soreness of his hips, but every battered muscle seemed to release its tension at once.
Fizz sighed in relief, thinking he’d never felt calmer in his life.
It was the lack of inhibitions that made him shatter the comfortable silence.
“So,” Fizz drawled, “you popped my cherry. Now what? Gonna eat me?”
“Hah, no.” Ozzie seemed to consider him for a long moment, before finally deciding, “You can go home, or you can stay here for a while if you want.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun. You still have plenty of firsts for me to take, and I’m not exactly eager to let you go just yet. Think I’ll keep you.”
“You better,” Fizz yawned, snuggling back down against his chest. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to move on after that. I’m ruined for everyone else.”
Ozzie just laughed, not really thinking anything of it. Assuming in a few weeks, a month or two at most, the novelty would wear thin, and he would be back to his typical gallivanting. Of course Fizz was ruined for everyone; he’d been had by Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust. And of course it only went one way, because Ozzie had had many a demon in his time. It was simply a fact that none retained his interests beyond a certain point.
However, the following year, when the time to choose another virgin sacrifice arrived, Ozzie was shocked to find that, yes, Fizz (who’d continued on living with him for some reason) was still ruined for everyone else. But actually, so was he.