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The Former Lord of Technology glanced at the relic in his hand, frustration built up in his pale blue eyes. In secrecy he had been trying to find a way out of this gilded cage Mammon kept him in but to no avail.
And believe me, it wasn't from a lack of effort. Vox had been trying to activate it ever since that encounter with Ozzie in his free time(which he had plenty of given there wasn't exactly much else to do with Mammon more or less keeping him under house arrest),
He let out a growl of frustration, slamming his body against the bed as held out the relic with weary eyes. He didn't know what he was doing wrong, but it felt as though the relic remained inactive ever since he used it.
"Fuck…" He grumbled,"Damn thing won't turn on and it's been what? A day? Maybe two? Hell if I know, time meshes together in this place and the days blend together. I stopped bothering to count how long I've been in this timeline ages ago…"
It was true, Vox's mind was a haze on most days and he struggled recalling what day it was and given how he had spent his time either confined in some sort of prison or on the run, keeping track of the day was hardly a priority.
His mind teetered on the edge of hopelessness and his only salvation was proving to be quite impossible to activate.
'Figures…' He thought to himself,'Of course the Holy Artifact I find is damn near impossible to use. Probably intentional if I had to guess. Considering it can harm beings like those Deadly Fuckers, it's likely they made it hard for mortals to use as a safe-guard to prevent it from being abused if it ever got in the wrong hands…'
The Former TV Demon wasn't entirely sure how this relic worked, but his findings was that it only responded to him when he was in some sort of mortal danger before going into a state of inactivity.
Not exactly the most helpful artifact, but it was probably the only saving grace he had in this gilded cage Mammon trapped him in.
As he sat on his bed, his body stiffened when he heard the sound of the door unlocking. Vox tensed up, muttering a curse in German before hastily shoving the item under his pillow, his heart racing as he barely managed to hide the artifact he snagged.
"Lord Mammon requests your presence at his throne room."
Vox grit his teeth, he already knew what that meant. Sighing, he rose from his bed and muttered a weak,"I'm coming…
Vox glanced back at the item longingly, wishing to take it with him but refrained from doing so. It wasn't safe to do so while the maid was there and he figured that it was best he didn't garner any unwelcome attention anymore than he had…
When Vox made it to the throne room, he was greeted by the 'welcoming' sight of Mammon on his throne. The Jester had this eerie calmness about him and yet he could tell he was elated at the sight of him, even more so when he used his hand to beckon him forward.
The former TV Demon's body stiffened for a split second before going forward and marching up the steps towards the top of his throne. Mammon's grin grew wider as he approached and when Box was in reaching distance, he was quick to pull him close against his body,eliciting a yelp from the blue haired male.
"Gah!" It was so sudden that Vox had to fight the urge to jump off of him, not that it would've done any good with the iron grip Mammon had on him. The Jester's grasp was tight and while it didn't hurt, Vox's ability to move was restricted heavily.
"Settle down, my sweet mortal," He cooed,"There's no need to be so hasty. I hadn't meant to give you a fright…" The Jester taunted, seemingly amused by Vox's fear,"There's no need to be so nervous, Vincent. After all we've been through, I'd think you'd be a bit more comfortable around me. Is something bothering you?"
"You know what…"
"I told you that you've got to stop thinking about her. She betrayed you and you're still hung up over that?" He asked irritably, far more than Mammon would've liked to admit,"Don't you get that she never loved you? You were just a tool to her, nothing more. It's best you forget about her, for your own sake if anything. It's not healthy to dwell on bygones you know…"
Vox averted his gaze at Mammon's harsh words, the words beating him down to the core. He hated how Mammon chastised him like he was some sort of child yet the power he possessed was enough to make him feel small, vulnerable and pathetic and they both knew it…
"Vincent," Mammon ushered, using one of his hands to lift Vox's chin up to meet his gaze,"Look at me…"
Despite the quiet tone he said this in, Vox knew damn well that this was not a request, but rather a demand as he firmly gestured for Vox to look him in the eyes.
Though neither man had spoken, there was a silent understanding between them of what the Master of the two desired and as his servant, Vox was compelled to obey his Master's whims…
The Jester lunged in excitedly to connect with Vox's lips, dominating the kiss entirely.
Mammon's kiss was demanding yet calculated, the Jester seeming quite experienced in this department, having lived for eons and had a plethora of flings with partners regardless of their gender.
That wasn't to say Vox was inexperienced, but Mammon's kisses were a lot different than Val's.
Val's kisses were more lustful and passionate, the heat of the moment kind where it'd only last for some time before he moved to the main event. Val was the impatient sort and was quick to get to the steamy part of things when the passion ignited.
Mammon's kisses on the other hand,were passionate as well, yet controlled. There was no sense of urgency or a need to rush in the Jester's mind and he seemed to desire to take things at his own pace.
Slow and steady, yet dominating all the same.
Eventually, Vox's mortal need to breathe oxygen came to play, as Mammon shoving his tongue down his throat was blocking his air supply. Mammon was milking this for all he could, but he seemed to be forgetting Vox's mortality so the former had to remind him of such…
By biting down on his tongue. Hard.
Mammon made a whine and retracted his sore organ,"Feisty today, are we? You seem quite more…rebellious than I remembered…"
"It's called needing to breathe, Mammon," Vox retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the question,"I know you Deadly Sins tend to forget, but some of us need to breathe in order to live and it's not optional.
He knew speaking this way to Mammon would bode poorly for him but Vox couldn't help but get snarky in times like these. It was simply a part of his personality, even in the darkest of times.
Mammon's expression was a mixture of irritation and amusement as he clutched the younger man's chin as if he were a pet,"Consider it an honor I find your mortal antics endearing. Your bold nature intrigues me…"
"Is intrigued another word for turned on?" Vox inquired, his voice flat yet demanding,"Because with the amount of times you let me sass you, I'm starting to think this is some sort of kink…"
The Jester chuckled lowly into his ear,"Your tongue truly does have no filter, does it, Vincent? You always speak your mind, even when you know you shouldn't. I like that about you, so bold despite it all…" Mammon cooed as he used his other hand to caressed Vox's back before lowering to his tight rear, going as far as to give it a firm yet playful squeeze.
The Jester relished in the lewd gasp Vox made in response to the sudden sensation, his face morphing becoming abashed with blush.
Before any other sudden moves could be made however, the presence of another made themselves clear.
"Enjoying yourself, Mammon?" Belphegor's oh-too familiar voice rang out, disrupting the two from the moment they were having. Vox's neck snapped in the direction of the Lord of Sloth, immediately tensing at his presence and instinctively clung to Mammon's chest, apprehensive at the sight of his old tormentor.
Mammon's expression soured as he tilted his head and saw Belphegor standing not too far away from where they were,"What are you doing here, Belphegor? You know I don't appreciate unexpected visits,especially when I'm in the middle of attending business…"
The Lord of Sloth rolled his eyes,"What you consider 'attending business' and what I consider attending business are clearly two different things if this is what it falls under, Mammon…"
"It's none of your business what I do in my private time, Belphegor," He snarled,"And answer the question. What are you doing here because I don't remember inviting you inside…"
"Because you didn't, I let myself in," He stated matter of factly without batting an eye, as if he were discussing the weather."Though I think you knew that already."
"What do you want?" Mammon snapped, wanting to get straight to the point.
"I was wondering if I could borrow your mortal for a bit of…research so to speak…"
"Tch, and what makes you think I'd do that?" Mammon balked, seeming offended at the mere suggestion.
"You know why," Belphegor said and while he didn't electorate, both Sins already knew what the other was talking about as Mammon refused to speak any further,"Especially since your mortal's been the talk of controversy. Some are wondering whether Luci should know and I doubt you'd want that, so why don't we have a compromise? You benefit me, I benefit you…"
"What do you want, Belphegor?"
"You know I've been fond of experiments so why don't you and your mortal help me conduct this one."
"Is Vincent's presence really required?" Mammon specified, clearly not wanting to hand over his precious mortal over to him so easily.
"His presence is the most important part," He teased,"I'll discuss in further detail in private, but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for your precious pet all too soon. That'd be no fun…"
"If I agree to your terms, do you swear that none of it will be discussed by anyone other than us?"
"You have my word, Mammon…"
Vox cursed his luck and glanced at Mammon desperately, his eyes wide with fear as he clung to him,"Mammon, please, I don't know what's going on but you can't let him have me. I don't want to experiment again, please, I'll do anything just don't let him hurt me!"
Mammon was taken aback by Vox's clinginess and wasn't sure what to say and it made his tiny black heart churn a tad with guilt.
A small prick of pain entered his body from his neck and Vox's being froze as if he were being drugged, his body feeling weak and his eye-lids struggling to keep themselves then gasped like a fish of water before collapsing on Mammon's shoulder, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he slumped over like a log.
Mammon's eyes then shifted and saw Belphegor holding an anesthetic syringe at Vox's neck, having just injected the fluid into the panicked man while his back was turned,"Sorry, but your mortal was becoming irascible and I just had to put him to sleep to ensure there wouldn't be any complications. I hope that's alright with you…"
"What did you put him under?" He growled.
"Relax, it's only a minor anesthetic," Belphegor informed,"The dosage, while powerful, has been modified to ensure the victim isn't out for too long. Just long enough to where they don't cause any problems during transport."
"So what do you plan to do now?"
"Oh, just a little experiment I've been wanting to test out…Follow me and I'll explain…"
Mammon seemed…irritated yet was compelled to follow.
When Vox's consciousness came back, he felt as though he had been hit by a truck. His body was numb and his eyes struggled to open, blurriness filling his vision.
It took a few seconds for him to register where he was, but Vox found himself inside a room with an obnoxiously bright light inside.
He squinted at the source, fighting to regain his vision before tilting his head to get a better look at his surroundings.
When he finally came around, Vox noticed a chill run down his spine and gasped when he saw his body strapped down to a chair, legs spread apart as his arms were tied to the arm restraints with a bed nearby.
Vox grit his teeth and struggled in his bonds, a futile attempt to free himself being made.
He only stopped when he heard Mammon's voice say,"Oh enough of that, Vincent. Struggling will only tire you out quicker and you'll need your energy for what I have in store…"
His voice was sore as he wearily asked,"Mammon, w-what's going on? Where am I? W-Why are we here?"
"Hush, now, my precious Vincent. You'll tire yourself out worrying over the little things…" He eased,"Though if you must know, Belphegor's letting us borrow one of his chambers in the meantime so we can test a few theories of his…."
Fear clenched Vox's chest upon hearing the word 'theories', shakily asking,"W-What kind of theories?"
"I cannot say, Belphegor doesn't want me to spoil anything just yet," He remarked irritably,"Claims it's better when the subject is left in these sorts of things. Makes it more exciting as one might say…"
Vox did not share this thought process, becoming more and more uneasy with each passing second,"I still don't understand why I must be nude for this…"
"To extract what's required of course, assuming that his theory holds true," He admits and while Vox wasn't sure what exactly he was talking about, he wasn't at all thrilled.
The former Overlord's eyes darted, desperate for any opening for escape. As he glanced at his wrists, he noticed that the cuffs suppressing his powers were gone, the idea to try and use his powers to escape came to mind.
Of course the second Vox tried to do this, all he received was volts of pure electricity surging into his body like fire. He let out an ear-piercing in agony before fighting to catch his breath.
Mammon scoffed, seeming more irritated by Vox's behavior than angry,"Trying to escape? You're only hurting yourself. And I thought you knew better…"
"Why…why'd you do that?" He sobbed, fighting back the urge to cry from the pain.
"I didn't do anything," Mammon stated,"The credit goes to Belphegor. He's the one who crafted that pretty little collar on your neck. Made it so that whenever you try using your powers, it'll shock you ten-fold. Quite a sadistic contraption if you ask me but I suppose I shouldn't be one to judge…"
Vox cursed, recognizing the device on him from back at the asylum, a modified one at that. The shock was even more painful than he remembered and Vox swore his life had flashed before his eyes when the shock buried its way into his body.
"But worry not, so long as you cooperate, this punishment will be easier on the both of us," He admitted softly,"Once we give Belphegor what he wants, we'll be able to put this past us. So what'll be, Vincent? Do you wish to do this the easy way or the hard way?"
The Former Lord of Technology narrowed his eyes at this ultimatum. It was an illusion of choice as regardless of what he said, Mammon was going to act out of his part of the bargain, one way or another…
And despite this knowledge, a spark of defiance rose within his pale blue eyes, spitting on Mammon's face and glaring at him, giving him a good idea of what he thought of this 'experiment' so to speak.
Mammon was unfazed by this reaction, seeming more disappointed if anything,"Had a feeling you'd be rebellious yet again. I suppose it's simply in your nature to be defiant and I've been far too lenient it seems. Seems I'll have to adjust that attitude of yours like he said I'd have to after all. How unfortunate...for you that is..."
Vox's entire body was stricken with fright and a shameful tinge of excitement at those words. Mammon began to tug on his sash, loosening the garment before dropping it to the floor and discarding his pants and…HOLY SHIT!
Vox's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he saw the length of the Jester's dick on full display. It was a lot larger than he recalled it being and the damn thing wasn't even hard…
"Like what you see?" He taunted,"I've been waiting for this for quite some time and now that we get to experiment, I figured it's about time I take off the gloves and show you my true size and have some real fun…"
Vox gasped when Mammon suddenly grabbed his hair and yanked it back, eliciting a cry from the younger male. He had little time to register the pain however, as before he could truly complain, Mammon had his dick down his gullet without a shred of remorse.
"MMPH!?'
His eyes widened at the intrusion, strangled noise coming from his throat from the violation. Mammon's cock had a slender girth yet a long and large in all the ways that mattered. It hurt and Vox couldn't pull away due to Mammon's grip on his hair, leaving him choice but to take it.
Tears welled up within his eyes and let out a garbled choke as Mammon hit his gag reflex, water flooding down his cheeks in response.
"Aw, already crying, mortal? That's too bad…it's only just getting started…"
It hurt…so much and he was helpless to do anything but allow this monstrosity to be rammed down his throat. His gag-reflex was getting ravished and something building up within him was beginning to reach its limit.
Something within him must've snapped in response to this barrier being broken as Vox's eyes lit up, his powers activating on their own while letting out a garbled moan.
Electricity flooded through his entire body, like thunder in a storm and certain parts of his body felt strange. His mouth buzzed with electricity, crackles being heard.
The feeling caught both men off guard, having uncovered a discovery that would certainly change the course of how this session would go.
"Gods…Yes…that's it…Keep pleasuring your Master mortal…" Mammon cooed, relishing in the noises Vox made as he sucked him off,"Your mouth is heavenly… Not even Ozzie's trained sluts have anything on you. It's as if you were designed to fit my needs in every way…"
This honeyed praise and mocking degradation was having its effect on Vox. Those words in itself sparked a wanting need within his lower region and in response, bobbed his head back and forth to swallow his Master's dick better, eyes half lidded in an attempt to remain somewhat in control of himself.
He felt ashamed at how needy he was, but a sick, twisted part of him seemed to love being ravished by Mammon despite all the pain it caused him. He despised it greatly yet he couldn't deny the great pleasure and pain he felt while being violated so harshly.
The Jester cackled at the sight, he did always enjoy seeing Vincent's expression while fucking him. He could tell Vincent was trying to remain dignified through such a degrading act yet through the tears and the strangled sobs, he could sense rugged pleasure in those beautiful eyes…
The sight was something to behold, yet he knew it wouldn't last. Vox's skilled mouth was making Mammon become undone and it was only a matter of time before he released into Vox's throat.
Mammon muttered something under his breath before releasing and a wave of sweet yet tangy bodily fluids rammed its way down Vox's gullet.
Mammon's load was huge to the point that when he had removed his cock from the mortal's mouth, some of it had managed to spray itself onto his face.
The mortal heaved breathlessly, his body convulsing in the chair as tiny sparks formed from his body. The experience stole his breath away(literally) and he could only savor the taste hazily throughout it all, shame flooding his eyes shortly.
"My…that was quite the experience," Mammon sighed,"Your powers truly do make this quite enjoyable…And to think we've just started…I wonder how good it feels when we push you to your limits…"
The Former TV Demon averted his gaze before hissing in a hoarse tone,"Sick perverted bastard…"
"Oh, is that so? I'm the sick one?" He taunted,"Then what is this?" Mammon's hand then lowered itself, lifting up Vox's robe a tad before gently rubbing Vox's clothed genitals in a teasing fashion. Vox's pants were thin and his hardness was able to be felt through the fabric.
Vox gasped at the sudden touch, a surprised moan escaping him,"Ah! Mammon-ARGH!" He let out a pained cry when Mammon twisted his dick with his hand. The pain was sobering and he choked back a sob at this.
"Do not address me so casually, slut," He reprimands,"You've lost the privilege to do that when you chose to be so defiant early on. I've been far too lenient with you and it's about time I remind you of your place. But don't worry, you'll earn back your privilege, one way or the other…"
Mammon fondled Vox's hardness for a second before deciding to strip the mortal of his clothing, using his magic to get off the garments without a second thought.
"Not a bad size for a mere mortal man," He purred, admiring Vox's length in his palm before giving it a lazy stroke.
When he began to stroke Vox, he found himself amazed when he saw sparks begin to form around his cock, electricity crackling at the source."My my, what do we have here? It seems even your private area conducts electricity. How delightful…"
Vox's face flushed, biting his lip as he averted his gaze out of shame.
That voice…God that voice was doing things to him. Awful, wretched things and yet, it was captivating nevertheless.
Mammon's pace was awfully slow, to the point it was maddening and Vox's hips bucked instinctively in an attempt to gain more friction, desperate
Of course, Mammon sensed this desperation and held Vox's hip down with one hand while using the other to halfheartedly pleasure him, much to the mortal man's chagrin.
The worst thing about it was that Mammon was teasing him, his face mere inches from his prick. No doubt he knew he was tempting him, fucking making him desperate and wanting more yet depriving him of any relief.
And fuck…the idea of Mammon sucking him off was more or less a pipe-dream…but god did it turn him on. These thoughts were only making this torment even more unbearable as the mere thought of having Mammon relieve him was driving him insane.
Seeing his little Vincent struggling was quite amusing. The noises he made were like music to him and he was enraptured in the whiny moans and whimpers that escaped his precious pet.
As much as he enjoyed prolonging Vincent's punishment, he did still wish to instill discipline in his mortal life and he knew just how to do it…
"Mortal, I suggest you start begging if I were you…" He advised,"Perhaps I will reward you depending on how desperate you sound…"
"Mamm-" Vox immediately cut himself off upon the harsh side-eye he received from his Master and corrected himself before he received further punishment,"Fuck…Master…please…t-touch me…"
The Jester Lord rolled his eyes,"Oh come on now, that's a tad of a dry performance don't you think? I prefer more…lively showings of entertainment if you can't tell and I need much more to go off before I consider giving you any sort of reward. You've been quite a naughty thing lately and I need you to make it up to me."
Vox snarled in frustration, he could tell Mammon was just LOVING this and that pretentious smirk on his face was driving him up the wall….
He was trying to build up his orgasm, but Mammon's touches were calculated, knowing just how much he needed to be satisfied and deliberately avoiding doing anything that would bring over the edge.
His breaking point came when Mammon licked his shaft with his pointed tongue, licking it as if it were a lollipop before retracting when Vox tried to get more.
He spasmed in his restraints and threw his head back, letting out a broken sob that was fueled by sexual frustration. His cock was raging with pent up stress and the sparks were becoming even more evident yet Mammon still denied him what he so desperately needed.
"To think you're being so stubborn. You won't get what you want without asking…" He asked,"I mean look at you, your poor little mortal cock is all sore and red. You reek of desperation and I could practically taste it…" He chuckled when he saw the pleading look in Vox's eyes,"Tell you what, I'll make it simple for you. Give me an apt description of what you want done to you and I'll consider relieving you…"
Vox whined, his ears lowered entirely and eyes glassy. He could barely choke back a sniffle as he spoke,"M-Master, I…I want you…."
"Be specific, mortal…" Mammon reminded,"Your begging needs more desperation, more detail…"
" I…I want to feel your lips around my cock until it's too much for me to bear…"
The Jester cooed at this blatant request,"Oh? Is that so? Then tell me, why should I consider gracing with such an honor? It doesn't seem you deserve it after being so naughty earlier. Why don't you plead your case to me on why you deserve such treatment?"
"i…I don't…" He choked,"Please, Master…I'm sorry for being defiant towards you. I really am. I…I promise I'll do anything."
"How do I know you're not lying?"
"I'll prove it to you…just please…grant me this one request…" He pleaded, on the verge of breaking down and crying.
The Lord of Greed seemed satisfied with Vincent's groveling and cackled,"Such a needy little mortal. Desperate for the slightest touch and become undone just like that." He then eyed Vox's needy cock and smirked,"Consider yourself lucky mortal, most would kill to be in your position. I'll be certain to savor this moment as should you…"
Mammon then descended and put his mouth on Vox's genitals teasingly, giving it a few licks before swallowing it whole and GOD, it felt amazing.
The electric current sent a tingle through his body and Mammon couldn't help but consider the feeling absolutely thrilling. He could hardly hold back his curiosity of wondering what it'd taste like as the sparks were igniting his excitement.
Vox was a moaning mess above him, his fists clenching and his toes curling within his boots as he drew his neck back in pure pleasure. He pulled at his binds, despising how he had no control in how this went as Mammon slowly yet steadily built up his orgasm once again.
What he'd do if his hands were freed…
Eventually, Vox's orgasm approached and his moans got louder, muttering words under his breath that were likely a mix of broken English and German. Eventually, Vox's orgasm ripped through him like thunder and he drew his head back.
Mammon swallowed all of it without an issue, relishing in the tangy yet electrified taste of his semen. His taste was quite intriguing and unforgettable and Mammon was starting to wish he had done this ages ago.
"You taste absolutely divine, mortal…I must say that I enjoy your taste and I didn't leave a single drop to spare…" He said greedily, relishing in the deed with pure glee in his voice,"Well done, you're taking your punishment quite well. I wonder how long you'll last this time around…only one way to find out…"
Before Vox could question him, he found himself freed from his binds and tossed at the bed, the blood flow returning his wrists.
There was no time to celebrate, however, as no sooner had he been thrown into the sheets than Mammon was upon him. The Jester greedily kissed him, as if trying to take Vox's breath away while working on removing Vox's robe.
Abruptly however, the kiss separated and Vox was wide-eyed for a moment when he saw Mammon staring at him with a stone-cold look on his face before asking a question that took Vox off guard,"Vincent…what happened to your neck?"
It was a rather abrupt question given Mammon had only referred to him as 'mortal' or a derogatory term like 'whore' during this punishment session and it seemed that Mammon had momentarily broken his disciplinary persona for a split second and was showing…concern towards him?
In order to see what the hub-bub was about, Vox glanced at his lower neck and saw bite marks from where Martha attacked him prior. The wounds had faded with time, but were still very much visible on his shirtless body.
"Oh this old thing, it's nothing really…" He muttered,"Back when I was still on the run I ran into a 'nice' lady and her kids. She welcomed us inside and she seemed great at first…until she tried to turn us all into a meal. This bite mark was what I got for my trouble and the only good thing is she died shortly after she injured me…"
Mammon narrowed his eyes, he heard about that 'Wendigo' incident but he didn't think Vincent had gotten hurt by one of them. This information was infuriating and the fact the perpetrator had died meant Mammon couldn't get any true retribution from the matter,much to his dismay…
"Look, it's not that big of a deal. Why don't we go back to what we were doing and move on to the next event?" Vox asked in hopes to change the subject, yet he received no response.
The Jester couldn't help but stare at the mark. Something about it set him off and he couldn't look away nor ignore it for that matter.
Vox felt a tad nervous and was about to question him only to be on the receiving end of a 'love-bite', Mammon intentionally drawing blood and relishing in the pained screech Vox let out in response. Mammon's teeth pierced his skin as he sought to eliminate the blemish Martha left with his own.
Vox stammered,"W-Why did you-"
Mammon shushed him with his finger before whispering in his ear in a calm yet deadly tone,"Because you are mine and mine alone…and no one has the right to wound you like that but me. Do you need to be reminded of that, mortal?" He then chuckled, not giving Vox a chance to reply,"Matter of fact…I think you do. Now, spread your legs apart for me now, will you?"
Despite posing it as a question, both men knew it was a command. Vox was still a tad dazed and hadn't moved, causing Mammon to yank on his hair, eliciting a sobbing cry from the younger man's throat.
"Answer me mortal, you're testing my patience and you did say you were going to do as I said earlier. Were you lying? You know I don't like liars and what I do with those who aren't honest with me…"
Vox winced,"N-No…I wasn't, my Lord. I spaced out…" Mammon didn't seem impressed by this excuse and the former Overlord bit his lip before prostrating himself accordingly, putting his legs over Mammon's shoulders, eyes filled with fear yet wanting anticipation at the same time.
"Good whore.." The Jester teased, pleased by Vox's compliance. The nude Lord traced one of his clawed fingers at the mortal's puckered entrance, relishing in the smaller male's tensing momentarily before he abruptly stuck a finger inside.
Vox screamed in agony, his skin tearing at the invasion from behind. Mammon was going in dry and while it wasn't the first time the Jester had done this, it had been so long since Vox had sex and his rear end was most certainly not prepared for such rough treatment.
"Mmmm…My, you are tight…" Mammon observed,"I must admit, I hadn't expected you to be so rigid. Have you never bothered to play with yourself down here lately?"
Vox's face flushed,"N-No…"
"Really? How unexpected," He remarked,"I would've expected you to at least pleasure yourself while you were away from me…"
"It…nngh…never crossed my mind," The Former Lord of Technology admitted as written under Mammon.
And he wasn't lying when he said this. Touching himself was one of the last things on his mind at the time and even if he wanted to, it would be a bad call to do so while the others were nearby.
"I sense…genuine honesty from you. How quaint," Mammon whispered before adding another finger inside of Vox who let out another whine in response. Vox's hole bled profusely on Mammon's fingers, rutting his hips in order to try and get more friction.
It was truly a sight to behold, Vox was desperately moving his hips despite the agony. His body was in pain and Mammon's claws were merciless, but the pleasure was enough to keep him going.
Eventually however, Mammon then removed his fingers, feeling that he had prepped the mortal well enough for what was to come. Vox let out a disappointed wail of lamentation.
"W-What? Why…why'd you stop, Master? It felt…so good…" He mumbled, his voice pathetic and sounding rather defeated.
A part of him hated how needy he was and how desperate Mammon made him but another part of him desired him so greatly that it was ignoring his logical senses.
"Relax, mortal…That was just a warm-up. Now I believe it's time for the main-event…" He said before lining up his dick with Vox's rear end.
Vox's eyes were wide, he knew it was large but seeing it lined up at his ass put into a whole new perspective of how large that monstrosity was in comparison to him,"T-There's no way that's going to fit…"
"I assure you it can…It'll just be a bit tight," Mammon assured,"Relax, mortal, else this'll hurt a lot more than you think it will…"
With that being the only warning Vox was going to receive, Mammon plunged himself inside.
A mangled shriek tore through his body like a dying animal. It was the WORST pain Vox had ever experienced in his entire life thus far and by the gods, it was like someone was trying to tear his entire body apart and then some.
Vox sobbed, his body racked with pain and a small hint of pleasure. The pain was overwhelming and all he could do was sob pathetically as he struggled to say coherent sentences, his voice slurring.
"My, you're such a noisy little whore, mortal…I must say, your screams are like divine music to me and your body feels incredible," Mammon panted as he thrusted into Vox, relishing the broken expression on Vox's face.
The Former Overlord could hardly think, his mind was getting torn apart as was his body that had small sparks flying off of it.
All the prior times with Mammon felt like mere warm-ups compared to what the man was truly capable of and Vox wasn't able to even say anything snarky at this point, left damn near speechless as he was fucked senseless.
Vox's back then arched when Mammon hit his G-spot, a lewd cry that would've shattered glass had there been any in the room. His toes curled and he gripped the sheets desperately, eyes wide in pained ecstasy as a current built up in his body.
Vox's mind was fighting a losing battle, his logical mind was pleading with him to snap out of it and a part of him felt great shame for enjoying what was happening, but his irrational mind was too taken in by the pleasure to be reasoned with, having become drunk at the sensation.
For now, all he could truly think of was Mammon and the dick was that was currently ravishing felt himself becoming close…and yet when it seemed his orgasm was on the horizon, Mammon slowed down to a snail's pace, much to his frustration as be bucked his hips helplessly in an attempt to regain that friction.
"Master….why?" He heaved irritably, seemingly on the verge of tears once more,"I…I was so close…"
"I know…" He purred,"Yet I don't feel you've earned your release just yet…"
Vox snarled, he was all too aware of Mammon's games when it came to sex. He always wanted something out of him and he always seemed to want it at the most inconvenient timing imaginable,"You're so cruel…"
"Tell me something I don't know…" He cackled,"Come on, mortal. Beg for me and say something I haven't heard before. No 'please' or 'I'll do anything' sort of thing. Those get boring real quick. I want something original this time. Tell me something I haven't heard before…"
The demand was high. Vox wasn't entirely sure how to answer Mammon at first. After all, Mammon was ancient and was clearly experienced in bed, he had probably heard all sorts of pleas for mercy from his previous partners.
He thought of what to say before being taken back to a time long before he had fallen into this world. Back when he was in Hell with Val and Velvet.
As dysfunctional as his and Val's relationship was, the sex between them was frequent.
One of the most common words they told each other during this exchange was,'I love you'.
He wasn't sure if Val even meant it, but it felt nice whenever the pimp said those words even if they were only surface-level at the time.
A part of him felt nervous admitting such a thing towards Mammon,especially since he feared his reaction but decided to give it a go.
"I…I love you, Master…" He said meekly.
There was an abrupt pause as Mammon's expression fell entirely and he seemed…vulnerable? He was rendered speechless and was frozen for what felt like an eternity but could only have been a few seconds before he said,"This isn't some sort of trick is it? You're not trying to fool me are you, Vincent?"
His voice sounded threatening yet there was an edge of fear and a pinch of hope in his voice? Vox could hardly tell due this hazy mind, but it sounded like he wanted to be sure and Vox didn't have the courage to say otherwise after digging himself this deep.
"No…I'd never say I loved someone if I didn't mean it…" He said meekly.
"Then say it again…Louder…" He said while gripping Vox's hips tightly, drawing blood with his nails carelessly as he nipped at his neck,"Don't be shy now, say it again for me, my precious spark."
He repeated again, this time a tad louder,"I love you, Master…"
"Again…" He began thrusting inside Vox, taking the head all the way out before slamming it back into him, hitting that precious bundle of nerves and sending voltages of electricity throughout his body.
"I love you, Master…"
And so this process continued, Mammon demanding Vox repeat himself over and over again while fucking him from behind.
Eventually, however, all things had to end and Mammon could feel that their orgasms were approaching.
At a certain point, the words, 'I love you' were the only things Vox could truly say through his ragged moans, drool dripping from his mouth as he spent his energy rutting his hips against Mammon's cock.
"Vincent, I'm close…" He warned, and to that response, Vox replied,
"S-So am I…" Vox said this while feeling an intense feeling inside of him. It didn't feel like an ordinary orgasm and it was as if there was an electric voltage inside of his body and igniting him.
When both men were released, Vox's body released an electrical current so powerful that both men could feel the voltage connect through their bodies. The orgasm was so intense it took all of Vox's energy from in, excessive use of his power draining him as he felt faint.
Delirious and spent, Vox weakly grasped Mammon's shoulder with what little energy he had muttered,"I love you, Mammon…"
Mammon's expression was indecipherable to read as the limp mortal laid on top of him. He stared at his body for the longest time before using his powers to transport both their clothes on and carrying the unconscious male in his arms.
Once he got out of the door, he was greeted by the sight of Belphegor at the door with a pretentious look on his face. The Jester Lord snarled,"What are you doing here, Belphegor?"
"Watching you of course. I knew you were hesitant to punish your pet so I just wanted to be sure you went through with our deal."
"Well I did. Are you happy now?" The Jester said flatly,"I did as you asked, now are you going to mind your business or what?"
"Or what?" Belphegor taunted,"What are you going to do? Hurt me? Tch, I know intimidation tactics work on Ozzie and Beelzebub but I think you should know that it takes more than threats to scare me."
"I did as you asked," He snapped,"You've got your precious little 'research' Belphegor, now are you going to leave us be and be quiet?"
"Oh I will…" The Lord of Sloth remarked before mockingly saying,"Though I must say, you sounded quite desperate getting that mortal to say he cared for you…are you sure you haven't gotten attached?"
"Silence," Mammon snarled,"I do not wish to hear your folly, Belphegor, so I suggest you keep your word and not discuss this to anyone else, let alone Lucifer, you hear me?"
"Oh I hear you alright. Loud and clear…I'm just saying, Mammon, he's only mortal and if you have any common sense,you'd abandon this obsession right here and now. But you won't. We both know that you consider it too precious to get rid of, so have fun with your toy while it lasts."
He rolled his eyes before teleporting away back to his private quarters and sat on the couch while positioning Vox on his lap.
Vincent had tuckered himself out and likely wouldn't be moving anytime soon so he found himself in no rush to wake him, gently combing his fingers into his hair and softly caressing his ears.
He looked…so peaceful and Mammon couldn't help but stare at the sight of the sleeping mortal. It was hard to believe a mortal could have such beauty after being through so much.
His eyes shifted, recalling the words Vincent sent to him prior. He hadn't responded to him when he fell unconscious and part of him felt obligated to say something despite the circumstances…
"I…I care for you too, Vincent…" He said, even despite knowing that no one could hear him say those words and to be frank…it was probably better that way.
He himself could hardly understand these feelings that plagued him and the last thing he wanted was to prove that lazy bastard right.
After all, he was a Lord of Sin and Vincent was just a mere mortal.
He should see him only as a pawn, a tool for him to use…and yet there was this feeling he couldn't describe towards him that made him feel…sentimental around him at times…
And it struck fear into his pitch black soul. He hadn't felt genuine care towards a mortal in years and he didn't want to repeat the same mistake,especially since the connection was far more intimate….
What'd he do about it? He didn't know…but so long as he had Vincent, he was certain he'd be fine…
Husk's mood had taken a downward spiral. Well,actually, the correct term would Husks's mood had taken a FURTHER downward spiral given his life wasn't exactly sunshine and roses.
But the knowledge of Vox's capture had put a downpour on the group. Everyone was affected as even the ones who weren't fond of Vox seemed not to take too kindly to the news.
Velvet lost her perky glow, becoming gloomy and not fond of speaking. Niffty tried comforting her yet even she could only go so far as Velvet didn't seem to notice she was there at times,as if disconnected from reality itself.
Charlie seemed crushed at the news as while she tried to remain optimistic, Vox's absence must've struck a chord of guilt with her as her optimism had waned. Angel and Vaggie did try to cheer her up though there was little the two could truly do in that matter.
Even Alastor was affected as he seemed to miss making quips at his rival and not having him around left Al in an air of silence. With no one to argue with, things certainly got rather lonely and the silence was suffocating at times.
As for Husk himself…well…he didn't like admitting it…but he actually somewhat missed the bastard somewhat.
That wasn't to say that he and Vox were friends, hell, the mere notion of them being best buds made Husk's stomach do a churn yet at the same time, he had gotten somewhat attached despite not intending to.
It sort of just…happened and now he was in a worse mood because of it.
And the knowledge that Mammon had him in clutches made Husk's blood boil. Sometimes he imagined that fucker's face and he wished he could strangle him with his bare hands.
Times like these made Husk wish he could drink his sorrows away. It sure as hell wasn't a healthy coping mechanism but it was the only one he truly knew and his time on the run more or less prevented him from indulging in that vice, leaving him unable to truly deal with his feelings.
'God…never wanted a drink this badly…' He thought to himself,'Especially since Helsa's been acting off…'
It was subtle but Husk noticed a few things off about 'her'. It was subtle but 'she' acted rather…apathetic to Vox's absence and didn't seem too bothered by it.
Say he was harsh but he recalled how Helsa reacted when they had to leave Seviathan behind and that Vox had comforted her over it and now…she wasn't even fazed by his absence? It just didn't add up but he couldn't put his finger on it.
As he was lounging about, his attention was caught when Charlie approached him,"Hey Husk, can I ask a small favor out of you?"
The pessimistic man grumbled under his breath in Russia before gruffly saying,"Depends on what it is…"
"It's nothing huge," She says,"I just need you to go check on Helsa."
"Why?" He asked,"Seems a little strange to have someone check on her don't you think?"
"Well you know she likes wandering about the area and I don't want her to stray too far considering what happened with Vox…I know she likes her freedom but we need to prioritize safety over personal wants in times of distress and it's best we all stay together to increase our chances of survival…"
Husk grumbled,"Still, why me? Why can't you do it?"
"Helsa and I…don't exactly get along. She kind of hates me and I'd rather not engage in any unnecessary conflict," Charlie admitted,"Besides, I figured if anyone can be patient with her, you can be since you seem to tolerate people pretty well despite not liking them. And you know what they say, patience is a virtue."
Husk scoffed,"Tch, flattering but I don't have a virtuous bone in my body, Charlie."
"Don't put yourself down like that. I know you have the capacity to care somewhere in there…"
"My ability to love died years ago," He retorted, though with a lot less gruffness than he'd usually say,"Regardless, I suppose it won't hurt for me to go check on Helsa. Any idea where she went?"
"I'm not certain. She usually goes out in the forest somewhere for prolonged periods of time before coming back. I don't know why she does it to be honest and if I did ask, she probably wouldn't answer me…" She said sheepishly,"No matter, I'm certain you can find her. She's got to be around here somewhere."
Husk sighed,"Fair enough. I'll go see what I can do…"
The Former Cat Demon headed out of the forest to go look for Helsa, wading his way through the forage, going deeper and deeper. At a certain point, Husk was debating whether to turn back, becoming annoyed by this mindless venture.
That was until he heard the sounds of ravenous chewing in the distance.
'The hell?' He thought, becoming curious and a tad uneasy. Most would've mistaken it for an animal of sorts, but Husk had a sinking feeling whatever it was, it wasn't a normal animal…
Husk summoned his pole as a preventive measure and slowly decided to investigate.
As he made his way to the source, the louder the sound got. By now, he could hear the sound of flesh being ripped into and something mushy splattering on the ground, the chewing noises sounding more like an unhinged feeding frenzy.
When he discovered the source, he was flabbergasted at the sight. Standing there was 'Helsa', hunched over the corpse of a fully grown bear, tearing its intestines and guts out of its body and making loud munching sounds.
Husk wasn't one to be shaken easily yet even he found the sight unsettling and his breath hitched, a critical mistake and error he'd soon regret as 'Helsa' stopped feeding and glanced upwards in his direction.
The second he looked at 'her' he nearly had a heart attack.
That face…it was monstrous and filled with sharp, pointed teeth that could tear through flesh like paper and 'her' mouth was carved into a permanent smile that would put Alastor shame while covered in the blood of 'her' recent kill.
And those eyes…those golden eyes were the eyes of a ferocious predator. Those eyes locked onto him, as if registering as their newest target and glaring at him.
'Helsa' then rose to 'her' feet, wiping 'her' mouth with her sleeve while carrying one of the intensities of 'her' victim, blood seeping into the ground nearby.
Husk hadn't noticed it prior, but upon seeing 'her' stand up, he noticed features that weren't adding up.
It was subtle, but Helsa looked taller than he remembered her being, lacking a visible chest. Her' eyes were more narrow and didn't have Helsa's prominent lashes as well as having a more masculine jaw.
"W-Who the fuck are you!? What have you done with Helsa you monster!?" He asked, his voice struggling to remain calm in the face of this stranger.
The only response Husk received was feminine maniacal laughter as the person tossed the intestine in their hand to the side, allowing them to make a sickening splat to the ground.
"Answer me!" Husk demanded and when he received no answer, this prompted him to attack.] with his staff, channeling his powers to send a gust of wind in the imposter's direction only for 'her' to dodge that attack by vanishing into a puddle of blood beneath 'her' feet,'What the fuck!?"
The maneuver was unexpected and Husk tried to get them to show themselves,"Hey! Show yourself you coward! I wasn't done with you! Either fucking face me or I'll force you outta hiding myself!"
Before long, Husk soon found himself getting attacked by red tendrils that erupted from the ground, attempting to stab him. Husk used his staff to combat them, dodging the swipes at the last second and even going as far as to use his wind powers to blow the ones getting too close away from him.
For an old man, he was fending for himself quite well given his age and his training in combat was still fresh.
However, even those trained were capable of making mistakes as while Husk was combating the entrails coming from the ground, he neglected to notice the pool of blood forming at his feet, only noticing when he heard something(or rather someone) rise from the ground behind him and gasped as a horrific pain stabbed him in the back, hard.
Husk crumbled to his knees from the pain and weakly tilted his head to see 'Helsa' standing behind him. Even despite 'her' terrifying face, it was evident 'she' was smiling wickedly, a sadistic gleam shining in those golden eyes.
'She' then reached for the dagger that was in his back, ignoring Husk's agonized cry as 'she' pulled it out abruptly, blood oozing out of his wound profusely. 'She' then glanced at the bloodied dagger before sticking out a long, lizard-like tongue and licked the content's clean off, bloodlust lingering in the eyes of his attacker.
It was horrifying and Husk could only feel his stomach churn with disgust, trying desperately to crawl away but was forced to drop to the ground entirely when he was kicked on his back shattering whatever support he managed to garner as he collided face-first to the floor.
Husk could feel himself going in and out of consciousness, the blood loss was making his vision blurry and his body feeling rather heavy and labored.
As he struggled to remain conscious, he heard the person speaking, albeit in a voice that he hadn't recognized,"That was fun, I needed a bit of a warm up to stretch my legs. Nevertheless, your presence is no longer required. It's sad to say, but we must depart…permanently."
Husk felt himself being picked up and while he did try to struggle out of the person's grip, his body was too weak from the injury he sustained to truly put up a fight. As he was getting carried, he slowly but surely could hear the sound of water splashing and his vision managed to catch the sight of a moving river going down the stream….
Realization hit him like a tidal wave as Husk soon found himself tossed into the stream. The waves were pushing him back and while Husk tried to swim, his body was too weak to truly make it back land, shoved by the current until he was submerged under the water, leaving a blood trail behind that was quickly washed along with him.
Seviathan cackled, revealing his true voice once the coast was clear,"That should take care of him. Assuming he doesn't bleed out, I'm certain some predator will enjoy an easy meal if he ever washes up on shore…" He remarked before turning his back,proud of his work,"Now to tell the others of this..unfortunate mishap…"
Of course, Seviathan got rid of evidence before going back, draining the blood out of his outfit and the blood splotches on the ground Husk left behind, absorbing it to sustain his power before pulling up his mask.
The Prince then headed back to camp, where he was greeted with the sight of Charlie,"Helsa, you're back! It's about time you returned, you know what we said about wandering off for long periods of time. It's not safe…" She then paused when she noticed Husk wasn't with 'her',"Helsa…where's Husk? I sent him to get you…"
Seviathan then signed,"We discovered each other not too long ago and while we were walking back, we saw a running stream and contemplated getting some water yet Husk ventured too close despite my warning and fell in. I tried to save him of course but the current was too quick and dragged him away."
Charlie's face fell,"Oh god…not again. We keep losing more people…This is very bad…."
"Hey toots," Angel said, Seviathan's eyes narrowing at the sight of him,"What's going on? You look pretty distressed. Something the Ice Queen said bothered you?"
"Angel, this is serious. Husks got swept away by the current, he's gone…"
"What? How is that possible?"
"I sent him to get Helsa and they were just trying to fetch water but the current was too strong…"
"Shit…" Angel growled,"Just great…We totally needed that. First it was the TV Bastard and now the Kitty is gone? This is just getting worse…"
"We need to tell the others…"
It didn't take for Charlie to gather the others up and inform them of Husk's 'tragic accident'. Alastor and Niffty were shocked to hear such news, Al saying outright,"That..that's impossible. Husker would never do such a thing…That can't be right. He has to be out there somewhere, there's still a chance and-"
"I'm sorry Al, but it's true. It's a shame we keep losing people but there's nothing we can truly do at that point other than keep going. I know this is hard for you, but believe me, all of us are struggling and we have to move forward if we're gonna get out of here…"
"So what now?" Vaggie asked with great apprehension,"We're losing people left and right. This is not sustainable and sooner or later, only one of us is gonna remain at this point."
"Which is why we need to stick together. No one leaves camp without someone following them. Splitting up is clearly not a good idea and its' best that all of us remain by each other's side. That includes you, Helsa. I know you like being alone but separation is only gonna divide us further," Charlie chided.
Seviathan scoffed but remained silent, knowing it'd do him no good to argue in a time like this.
Alastor and Niffty seemed to take the news hard and while Al didn't say it, he couldn't help but feel something…was off.
Helsa seemed to have a knack for finding out someone was taken away from the group and while he had no physical evidence, a part of his mind felt a tad skeptical…Something just wasn't right with all these people vanishing and while he couldn't say it aloud, he decided to keep this in mind throughout their journey to Gluttony…
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Enigmus-288: Seviathan's bloodlust gave him a bit of a backbone and this is the result. As you can see, this is not helping his instability whatsoever.
Guest: Things have been going to Hell for a while now, this is just the end result. Angel unleashed something horrible on this world by dropping Seviathan and now everyone's forced to suffer the consequences. Everyone is being put through the wringer and Seviathan considers anyone who gets in the way a target worthy to be eliminated.