Icebreaker

Adult content from my Devildom AU, please read with caution lol.

It was late one night when Belphegor received the call, and a most surprising one at that; it was a call from a certain exchange student that he was fond of stalking.

“Where are you?” Matilda’s voice sounded shaky over the phone. “I came by your room, but Beel said you were out.”

“Oh, you’re looking for me?” Belphegor asked casually, deciding to play it cool. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, just hanging out in the attic as he usually did to hide away from the ruckus his brothers made.

“Are you dense?" she snapped. "Why would I ask if I wasn’t?”

“Short, are we?” Belphegor loved when the human was mad. Riling her up was one of his favourite pastimes. “What do you need?”

She hesitated before responding. “I just need to talk. I can come to you, so… please. Are you at home?”


He promptly informed her that he was hungry, and any information to his whereabouts could be unlocked if she were to bring him some spicy newt curry from Hell’s Kitchen. She sounded frustrated, but ultimately agreed, calling ahead to place the order before storming out to pick it up.

“Meet me in the attic,” Belphegor instructed. “I’ve left the front door unlocked.”

And that’s how Matilda found herself walking up to the HoL with a bag of takeout in hand, swallowing nervously as she reached to open the door with shaking hands.

“Mattie!” Asmo’s charming voice surprised her and she nearly dropped the curry. “Are you here to see Satan? He’s in his room~~ oh, he’ll be so happy to see you. He’s been grumpy all day, you know.”

“Ahh. Thanks for letting me know, Asmo. I’m not staying long, I’m just here to… to drop something off, and I’ll be leaving.” Matilda laughed, gave Asmodeus a little wave, and scurried off on her way.

Checking to see that no one had followed her, Matilda braced herself and headed towards the spiraling staircase leading to the attic, as per Belphegor’s instructions. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, and light beads of sweat dripped down between the cleavage of her breasts as she began ascending the stairs, knowing what – who – awaited her at the top.

“Wow, you actually showed up. I underestimated you, it seems.” Belphegor smiled joyously at the sight of Matilda stepping into the room.

“Belphegor, when was the last time you dusted this place?” she sighed, setting the takeout on the nightstand. She stifled a sneeze, unaccustomed to the dustiness of the attic compared to the cleanliness of the Enchanted Place. “It’s a mess in here.”

The demon shrugged, seemingly more interested in her than the food she brought him.

“I’m happy to see you,” he blurted out suddenly. “It’s crazy to think I’d be so happy seeing a human…”

He stood and approached her, outstretching his arms to envelope her in a tight embrace. She tensed, but allowed him to lean into her; she was tired and was grateful for the comfort that he provided her, especially after the cold way Satan had treated her earlier.

Soon, she found herself leaning back against him. Her arms found their way around his waist. He felt so soft, so soft and warm—like crawling into bed after a long day, like sitting in front of a roaring fireplace in the wintertime.

“Belphe—“

“Yes, call me Belphie,” he whispered, his lips inches from her ear. “Can you do that? And, can I call you… Mattie, as well?”

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hands start to rub circles into her back. Her eyes fell to his face and they locked gazes; she took him in with hunger and appreciation.

“Yes. You can. B-Belphie…” she stammered a bit, something uncharacteristic of her, but she didn’t care. Not in that moment, wrapped in his arms in the dim light, just the two of them. In the shadows his face was so close to hers that she could smell the sweet, floral scent of his shampoo, and then his tongue was in her mouth.

He kissed her repeatedly, their lips crashing together with an intense urgency neither had experienced before. Matilda inhaled a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her body, painfully aware of how Belphegor’s hips were firmly pressed against her and how much that feeling excited her.

He smiled, softly kissing her over and over. His hands slid up her clothes to find the bare skin of her lower back. She lifted her arms and he tugged her sweater off, groaning softly as she began unbuttoning his jacket in return. A shallow hum escaped from his lips in response to how she was making him feel.

“Come lie down with me,” he murmured, tugging her hand urgently as he turned towards the bed. He was breathing heavily, and Matilda averted her eyes as he pulled off his shirt, exposing the pale skin of his chest. His hands went to the buckle of his pants, and despite herself, Matilda couldn’t prevent the warmth growing between her legs.

She licked her lips, moistening them to speak. “I’ll lie down with you, but what if someone comes upstairs and sees?”

“Is that what you’re concerned about? Someone seeing us, entwined in bed like lovers?” Belphegor slid his pants down, eyeing her with a hungry expression that sucked the breath right out of her. “What if I want us to be lovers? Would it be all right then?”

Matilda’s cheeks burned. The Avatar of Sloth stood before her, his arousal jutting forth, a burning desire in the gaze of his violet eyes.

Almost as if her feet belonged to someone else, she stepped towards him, and even before he touched her she knew she was in trouble because her whole body burned to feel his touch.

His skillful hands moved to unclasp her bra, tossing it aside before moving down to her skirt. His fingers dug into the waistband of her tights, slowly removing each garment like he was unwrapping a delightful birthday present. He drew her panties down her legs until they lay crumpled on the floor, and finally Matilda stood before him naked.

“You’re more delicious than I imagined,” Belphegor sighed. “I was beginning to have an obsession for you.”

His hands rubbed and squeezed at her ass, clutching around her bottom and holding her tightly to him. Matilda loved the feel of his hands and the taste and scent of him all over her, but her heart remained oddly detached.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Matilda panted, as his lips attacked the nape of her neck. “Satan and I, we…”

“Isn’t he the reason you’re here right now? Didn’t he leave you wanting and unsatisfied, like the wrathful demon he is?”

Against her better judgment, Matilda found herself pinned under him as he trailed light kisses down her neck to the valley between her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. The hard suction sent her bucking up off the mattress; he planted his body more firmly over her, the hotness of his cock nudging at the sopping folds of her pussy. His free hand toyed with her other nipple, flicking the bud before pinching it between his fingertips.

Her skin burned, her body seething as Belphegor's enthusiastic sucking made her pussy tighten and quiver. She squirmed under him, wanting, needing him inside her, until she had no thoughts that didn't center on him, until her reservations faded into nothingness.

Belphegor positioned himself between her parted thighs, rubbing the head of his cock across her clit.

"Do you still want to say no?" he asked.

Matilda wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing his body up until his lips hovered just above hers.

"Shut up and take me," she whispered.