A night of passion, in the style of Zdrada

The Lord of Flies remained uncharacteristically antsy as the night that the Helltaker had promised her drew near. Throughout their time together in the pocket dimension that acted as her prison, she'd been unable to find an artful way to approach the subject of the two of them knocking sensible loafers together for a night, but the thought had consumed her back then. Now, she didn't care about art at all. She just wanted some kind of way to satisfy her needs, both in terms of those carnal desires and simply anything that would keep her from going stir-crazy. If she went at this way, it'd be two birds with one stone. If she found herself taking up crocheting tomorrow just to fill the hours, she'd know she failed.

In short, she had to make the Helltaker want it. It was a task she felt she ought to be more than game for. "Whatever that Bitch Demon can do, I can do better. Some might say I was the baddest bitch in all of hell, after all," she pep talked herself, straightening her fly-shaped pin at the collar of her shirt and giving a winning smirk. She hadn't been given her proper shot yet, but she had a feeling that once the man took the full measure of her techniques and her form, he'd forget all about the others he'd chosen to surround himself with.

Gone was Zdrada's stinky, smoke-stained shirt and back was the blood red suit of the Lord of Flies, with a tasteful broach and fitted gloves to complete the look. "Hm hm hm. Time to make those other girls so jealous, they'll want to exile me again," she boasted, pulling the gloves tight onto her fingers before heading out to where her date night awaited.

Beelzebub had to appreciate the Taker's ingenuity in getting everyone out of the house for a while. He'd probably used up every household errand in the books and each of the girls thought the others were out around town doing similar work. They would all fail to realize that Beelzebub hadn't been assigned any such task and was free to continue her leisure at the house.

Still... this wasn't exactly her idea of leisure.

The Helltaker had explained to her that the only appropriate place for a Zdrada-style night of romance was Zdrada's actual room, so the two had snuck in after Zdrada had reluctantly headed out on errands. Neither of them felt bad about using it for this purpose, because it would hardly be the most fucked up thing to happen in Zdrada's room, no matter what they ended up doing.

That said, the atmosphere was decidedly different than what Beelzebub had been picturing for tonight: it was shady, a little musty, and reeking of the inevitability of hardcore sex. Along one wall, a long table of toys was purposefully displayed. She'd collected just about everything in the house that was long and penis-shaped, along with a few others that looked to be ribbed or even spiked in ways that had no place anywhere near a vaginal cavity. Besides that there were blindfolds, gags, ropes, chains, cuffs, paddles, whips, candles, and a few other things that Beelzebub had honestly never seen before and couldn't guess the use of. There were so many sex toys in here that they were practically threatening to fall off the table onto the shag carpeting.

The Taker looked like he'd dressed for the occasion, wearing black leather pants and a metallic bracer over his over-developed muscles, along with his trademark shades. Beelzebub had never seen him without his shirt on before and felt her heart beat faster as her eyes fell upon his pectorals, then moved to his abs. It was almost enough to make her dismiss the rest of the silly outfit. "Taker... Is this...?" she muttered slowly, feeling extremely over-dressed.

"Yeah. This is the way Zdrada does it."

"... Is that so?"

"Last chance to back out."

Beelzebub smirked and brushed her hair back from her forehead, clasping one clenched hand to her bangs. "Taker, Taker, Taker! Do you really think I would shy away from something like this? I come from hell, remember? This stuff is child's play to demons!" she laughed, as her eyes ran across the table one more time. "However, I rather think that I should be the one putting you in a gag and cuffs! That would be more fitting to my character, wouldn't it?"

The Helltaker rubbed his chin for a moment, considering the offer. The logic he came to, but did not speak, was thus: "I can basically get Beelzebub to do it that way whenever I want. This masochist roleplay, however, is a pretty rare opportunity for role reversal. It's pretty outside her character, yeah, but... that might make it interesting."

"That's not the way she does it," he answered briefly, crossing his arms. "We only do this if we do it the exact same way. Remember?"

"... You're right. You're right, of course!" Beelzebub chuckled, bringing her hand down to adjust the collar of her shirt. "Lead me through it, then."

Before she could tell what was happening, the Lord of Flies was dressed down to just a black leather bikini, matching Helltaker's outfit somewhat, but without so much coverage. The top was a band bra with a buckle in the center, showing all the cleavage possible while keeping her nipples tightly grinding into the leather, and the bottom was a thong with super high legs and a zipper on the wrong side of the groin, the kind that seemed to open up to let something in rather than out. Her pale, freckled skin was already glistening with sweat as she nervously emerged from the closet. "... At least this outfit of hers doesn't smell like smoke," she joked with a half-cocked smile. "It does smell like something else, though."

"All leather has a scent," the Taker shrugged. His eyes were traveling over her body approvingly, which caused her pointed tale to begin swishing from side to side in approval.

"Ho ho ho... If it was just leather, that would be one thing, but let's just say it smells of the same desperation and sex that this room does," she explained further. "What do I do now-"

Her eyes widened as the man reached out one fist and grabbed onto her wrist roughly. An unfeeling frown was carved into his gravely face. "From here on out, we don't talk much. I'll use my hands to tell you what I want you to do," he warned her.

Beelzebub's smile shrank into a slightly frightened one as she slowly nodded her head. "Well! It's... It's rare to see you taking charge like this! What will we-?"

"No talking right now," he cut her off, then shoved her so that she fell onto Zdrada's double-bed, landing in a sideways lying position. Before she could get up, he grabbed her thighs and rolled her over, so that she was lying on her stomach with her pleasantly freckled butt-cheeks were visible, pointed upward. He grabbed her haunches and pulled them up until she was lying on all fours.

Her eyes widened further as she felt the man unzip the underside of her pussy, exposing her lips. This would allow him to see that she was already a bit moist, purely from anticipation. She opened up her mouth to say something, but was again interrupted, this time by the feeling of something slowly sliding inside of her pussy. "You're really impatient, hm?" she asked, keeping her face towards the wall as whatever was moving inside proved to be absurdly thick, increasing in circumference the further it went in. It was pretty long, too... And longer... Ridiculously long! "Oooh... oh! Th-That's... That's quite something!" Ideally, she would have liked to have had more foreplay and perhaps a slower insertion, but they weren't playing by her rules.

The Taker didn't say anything. Instead, he gripped each side of her waist, just above her hips, with hands so large they felt like they could nearly wrap her belly and back. Then, he began to thrust, causing her cheek to press up against the wall and her legs to quiver.

"Uurk! Oh! My word!" Beelzebub cried out. When was the last time she'd felt something this big inside of her? Had she ever? It was probably no secret that she'd masturbated plenty during her down-time in her pocket dimension, but she'd never gotten so bold to use anything of this size before. It felt like he was hitting parts of her she wasn't fully aware she even had inside of her. She wanted to joke, to quip, to make light of the situation, but every word came out as a gasp or a moan instead. "Uuugh!"

She felt two fingers playing around her lips, then forcing her mouth open, as one of his hands left her waist to cup her cheek. His fingers ran across her fangs for a moment, then grabbed her tongue, forcing it to hang out from her mouth. She felt drool beginning to run down her chin as her words became even less intelligible than before. Then, she heard a sound she couldn't quite place, as his hand released her tongue and went elsewhere. It sounded like a metallic click.

"What?" she managed, before the hand returned to her mouth, now holding something new: a cigarette. He'd just lit it and placed it into her lips.

"This is where Zdrada likes to take a smoke."

"... She can honestly think about smoking, even while enduring something like this?!" Beelzebub thought to herself, as the Taker continued to rhythmically and relentlessly ram her insides from behind. It was important that she not fall behind the other demon in the Helltaker's estimation, but... she had never even smoked before. She didn't actually even know how! The lit cigarette ended up protruding uselessly from between her pursed lips like a sucker, spilling ash onto the pillows, as her body continued to bounce back and forth, propelled by the Taker's thrusts.

Whether he'd caught onto her lack of actual smoking or not, the Taker took back the cigarette, reaching straight into her mouth to yank it out. For a moment, she was relieved. Then, she cried out in surprise, as she felt the tip of the cigarette push right down against her exposed, upturned bottom, smashing the hot ashes down into her skin. "Bloody hell!" she complained, then was rewarded with a huge hand coming down, slapping the spot where she'd just been burned. "Aaah! That masochist!" she cursed once again, only to be met by another hard spank on the rear.

More curses were ready to spill out, but before they could, she felt something else enter her mouth. This time, it was one of the ball gags, forcing her drooling mouth open before the Taker locked it in place from behind. "Mmmmf!" she groaned, as he pushed her back and forth on his cock like she was an especially light toy, now gripping her tail up with one hand to use it for leverage and wrapping it around his fist. Her ass bounced back and forth against his lap at ramming speed.

"I'm going to go crazy."

"It hurts!"

"It feels good!"

The thoughts all battled each other inside of her head as her eyes screwed up, looking aimlessly at the ceiling, with one horn and cheek pushed against the wall and her hands gripping the bedposts for dear life. Her ass was so numb, her legs so weak, that she couldn't even notice the amount she was gushing onto the Bitch Demon's sheets. The Helltaker's hands were drenched in her sweat and her juices as he added a new fluid to the mix, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back. His huge cock pulsed inside her, throbbing as it exploded within her, filling her up even more completely.

"Mmmmmmmm hm hm hmmmff...!" Beelzebub moaned through the gag. Her body had become so confused with sensations, all she could feel was the heat spreading through her insides as he filled her up. It began spilling out before he was even finished, and as he slid his cock out, he shot more over her buttocks and back. "Mmmmmf..." The sloppy, cum-drizzled figure in front of him now was barely recognizable as the ordinarily dapper Lord of Flies. Moisture shined in the low, pink light of the room on every spot of her body.

The Taker wiped sweat from his forehead with one burly forearm, then finally removed the gag from around her mouth. "Beelzebub, are you okay?"

"... W-Who do you think you're talking to?" she chuckled, wearing a smug smile that didn't match her pose at all. "A mortal like yourself cannot harm me in any way that matters. Remember: I could be an insectoid creature many times your size at this very moment, if I so chose."

"Right. Good," he nodded, pleased to see she didn't seem to be holding the rough experience against him. "You know, that was actually pretty awesome."

Beelzebub's blushing face brightened a bit as she closed her eyes and chuckled. "Hm hm hm! Once again, who do you think I am? Is it any surprise that the forbidden pleasure of carnal relations with the true ruler of hell would surpass any joy you've ever experienced?" she boasted.

"Oh, I mean... It was great, yeah. But the cool part was how different it was."

"Hm?"

"Well, with Zdrada, she's kind of taunting me to do more the whole way through, like insulting me and crap. Making me spank her harder, that kind of stuff. With you, though, there's that way you're, uh..."

"Better, right?"

"Different, because you're... you know... a lot less sexually experienced."

"... What?"

"I mean, it's appealing. It's like you've never really had a guy's penis in there before, or at least not often, and... You know... It's kind of cute."

"Cute?!"

"Yeah. Seeing your reactions and stuff. I actually kind of wanted to take it easy on you, since it didn't seem like you were familiar with it, but I guess I got carried away. The way you started sucking my fingers when I put them in there-"

"Cute?! You're calling the Lord of Flies, the most powerful demon in hell, so vile that she had to be sealed away from the other demons of hell for an eternity, cute?!"

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'd imagine there aren't a lot of guys who felt bold enough to go out with you. I'm sure there were plenty that wanted to-"

"I was very selective, okay?!" Beelzebub huffed, now sitting up on the bed across from him and crossing her legs under herself, while hugging a pillow beneath her chin with a pout on her freckled face. "You have a lot of nerve, Helltaker. You know I could inject you with a poison so powerful your face would melt of of your skull, don't you?"

"It comes with the territory of shacking up with demons," the Taker shrugged. "But yeah... You're cute."

The woman opened her mouth again with a sour expression, then looked to one side and held the pillow tighter, blushing furiously. "... You're being a sadist again, teasing me like this. How did I fall for someone like you? What a boar!" she complained. "Our next date is going to be on my terms, you understand? I won't have you acting like some sort of sex-crazed maniac. We're going to do things in a classy, elegant way of my choosing, or else... Or else I'm going to melt your face off!"

The Taker smiled, reaching out one hand with the fingers extended so the two of them could shake on it. "Deal."

"... I'm not shaking that hand. I know where it's been."