WARNING
Everything written here is purely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. Reading is only for those over eighteen years of age. 🔞
This chapter contains: foul language and erotic content.
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That night, Astaroth went looking for Baal as soon as he finished the paperwork for that day, since there were things that the young master had not told his friend, such as the brief encounters he had with Satan. Astar walked around the palace but could not find Baal anywhere, he went to the guest rooms, the kitchen, the living room, asked the servants, but she did not seem to be there at the moment.
Finally, the young man went towards Lucifer's room, to ask if Baal had said anything before leaving or where he was going. But he quickly stopped when he heard some muffled moans coming from his father's quarters, and from years of living with his friend, he knows exactly who those moans belong to.
The fuck...– He mutters softly and goes towards his own room, with a disturbed and shocked expression. When he reaches the hallway, he sees Satan standing in front of his bedroom door.– I'm not in the mood for your stupid jokes right now, get out.
Wow, what happened this time? – The Grand Duke of Hell smiled sarcastically, giving space for Astaroth to walk in.
Just leave me alone. – the Young Master said as he growled low and angrily.
Uh-huh, when you tell me what happened. Was it another fight with your father?– Satan chuckles softly and slides a finger on Astaroth's cheek.– Oh! Or did you hear it too, huh? Your little friend and her daddy seem to be having a great time, don't you think?
You–! No, forget it.– Astaroth takes a deep breath and enters the room, but before he can close the door, Satan walks in too.
Do you like her? – the old Lord asks.
What?! No. Hell no. Of course not, she's just my friend. My best friend. – Astar emphasizes the "best friend".
So why do you care?– Satan closed the door and walked around the room, observing some things, mainly an old photo of Astaroth and Satan together, but the Lord's face was scratched out with a pen. He thinks to himself "So he still has that photo..."
Why wouldn't I care?! She's literally my best friend! Damn, so many demons for him to fuck and he chooses Baal?! - He shouts angrily.
Aren't we the same? So many demons in hell and you choose to have this little "affair" with me.– Satan retorted.
We didn't even have sex.– Astaroth returned with his normal tone of voice.
Not yet. But seriously, why do you care so much about this? – the old Lord sits on the bed and crosses his legs. He glances at Astaroth with a mocking look.
She knows too much about me! Imagine if she tells about... – The young man soon fell silent, not wanting to reveal one of the secrets he kept from his father and others demons.
About?– Satan frowned and looked curious.
Nothing. What are you doing here anyway?– Astaroth quickly looks away and heads towards the bathroom inside his room and locks the door.
The old Lord stares at the locked door for a few seconds after getting up and heading towards the shelf next to the messy desk. There were some pictures from when Astaroth was younger, and all of them had Satan's face crossed out with a pen.
He looked closely at the photos, the first photo the two of them took together, at Astaroth's graduation when he was 100 years old, and that day was the first time the young master talked to the Grand Duke after that incident when Astaroth was a child.
Satan soon smiled when he saw a photo where the two were with Lucifer's crown, Astaroth had stolen it while the king slept. There was also the photo of Astaroth's thousand year anniversary, where all the deadly sins were, at that time everyone was still getting along.
The old Lord sighed deeply, thinking about how time flies. After a few minutes, Astaroth soon comes out of the bathroom in his green... kitten pajamas? Satan couldn't hold back his laughter, he wasn't mentally prepared for this.
How cute, she looks like a little girl.– Satan continued laughing.
Shut up, what the hell. – Astaroth says going towards his bed, not caring much about the old man's comment.
So evil.– the Lord smiles and throws himself on Astaroth's bed.
You are such an idiot. – for the first time the young master laughs because of Satan, after a long time.
Satan hearing Astaroth's low laugh made him feel excited for some reason. Seeing the young man's face shape into a bright smile made one of Satan's hearts beat a little faster, he stretched out one of his arms to turn Astar's face towards him, and then immediately captured the younger man's lips, in an agitated and desperate rhythm.
Astaroth soon returned Satan's kiss, wrapping his legs around his waist and lifting his body slightly, just so he could sit on the Lord's lap. The young man moved his hips, creating friction between the two bodies that met. Astaroth felt Satan's hands move, one was working on unbuttoning Astar's blouse, and the other firmly gripped the young man's hips.
The two didn't want to break the kiss, not even for a second. Satan swallowed Astaroth's low moans, while his hand roamed over the young man's chest. When Satan was about to tear Astar's pajamas, he was stopped by the hands of the young man, who also stopped kissing the old man to be able to speak.
Are you crazy?! This is one of my favorite pajamas, if you tear it, I'll tear your face.– Astaroth says breathlessly.
You're not sexy at all.– Satan changes position, getting on top and pinning Astar against the mattress.
It's not what your dick thinks, apparently.– he smiles mischievously and rubs his thigh against Satan's erection.
Haha... Well, I guess I can't deny that...– the Lord opens the young man's legs and begins to rub his cock against Astaroth's.
Aah... I hate you... Don't beat around the bush, just fuck me already.– the young man whispered in his hoarse voice, but Satan wouldn't do Astaroth's request so soon.
So eager– Satan smiled mischievously and took off the shirt Astaroth was wearing.–, I like to do things in my own time.
Your time is my ass, just hurry up before we get interrupted again.– Astar managed to pull Satan's pants with his feet'claws, he quickly moved away as soon as he saw the size of the old Lord.– What the f-fuck? I don't want it anymore. Put it away.
What?– Satan asked, his red eyes widening in surprise.
That's... Weird. That shit is the size of my forearm.– the young man says trying to get up, but the old man pulled Astaroth back by his shorts, which ended up not working, as the shorts came off and the youngest fell out of bed.
Ah... Sorry.– Satan says trying to hold back his laughter and failing miserably.
Astaroth stands up and looks at the old man again, an irritated and at the same time embarrassed look on his face. – I'm going to rip this shit that you call dick out with my mouth, you old piece of shit.
Hey, hey, hey!– Satan quickly grabs Astaroth's head as he leaned in to bite his dick, which was incredibly still hard as a rock.– For all that is sacred in this world, don't do that.
Let go of my head!– Astaroth says irritated.
For what? You rip off my dick? – the old Lord realized as his hands were starting to slip.
Exactly! – the young man pushed Satan's hands away but he briefly felt his horns being pulled hard, causing a slight guttural groan. Even though it hurt a little, he liked the feeling. – L-let go of me...
No.– Satan continued to hold on for a while, but decided to let go when he saw Astaroth looking at him with a pleading expression. The young master knelt in front of Satan, who bit his lower lip and fixed his eyes on Astaroth as he felt the other demon's mouth touch his erection. He lifts his hips slightly when he feels the young man's tongue lick his hard length, his breath hitching and he grabs Astaroth's hair.
Satan grips the bed sheets as he feels the heat and moisture of the young man's mouth enveloping him. He throws his head back, his hips thrusting forward as he thrusts his cock deeper into Astaroth's mouth.
Astar uses one of his hands to masturbate the old man, along with using his mouth in the same rhythm. The feeling of the young master's hand working together with his mouth is too much for Satan to handle. He lets out a few moans, his vision blurring as he feels himself reaching his limit.
Satan's body convulses as he finally cums, his hands tangling in Astaroth's hair making the young man swallow everything he has to offer at this moment as he enjoys his wave of pleasure. When Astaroth finally releases him, the old man lets out a shaky sigh, his body becoming more stable.
You taste... Like an old man...– Astar says, wiping his mouth.
Fuck you.– Satan says, laughing softly, still panting.