Patreon Compilation – Fic#73 – Aziraphale/Crowley – monster cocks/demon cocks; voyeurism – And He Fell

Beelzebub has a queer little grin on their face as they lounge on their thrown and play with the shackles in their hand. Every now and then they give a harsh tug on the chain to choke Crowley and have him topple back again from his perch at the very edge of the dais.

“He looks beautiful, doesn’t he?” Beelzebub asks with melancholy. When Crowley glances back at them, their pitch black eyes are indeed fixed on the sight of Aziraphale in the cage; only bright white feathers sometimes floating through the air when he manages to wrench a wing free and flap it around.

Beelzebub extends their hand and one of those pretty little feathers dances its way over to them. It floats gently above the demon’s hand, reflecting the light a little bit. It isn’t touching Beelzebub’s hand, as the feathers tend to become black as tar when coming into contact with demonic skin.

After a moment of quiet consideration, they let the feather dance over towards Crowley where it gently tucks itself into his hair just above his right ear.

Crowley deflates a little. There is no reason to deny it. They all know about his… affections towards Aziraphale. It’s the very reason this little get-together is happening, after all.

“Yes,” he says finally, slowly turning his head back around and watching Aziraphale in the cage. “He is beautiful.”

Beelzebub gives a close lipped little smile, turning their attention back to the crowd of demons around the cage. They can barely see a thing, so Beelzebub snaps their fingers and orders them to form a line.

The cage Aziraphale is in is so narrow he can barely lean a bit forward at his hips; certainly small enough to not let him get away from the grasping groping hands of the demons around him.

He looks like a cherub; a bit pink all over, face flushed a hot red as arms reach in between the bars and turn him around. More hands spread his plump ass so Beelzebub and Crowley can see how flushed his used hole has become. How wet it is with all the cum that has been pumped into him.

He’s as chubby as a baby, and seems just as clean. None of their filth keeps sticking on him.

A demon with a cock like a butterfly’s proboscis steps closer, the thing unrolling and reaching slowly between the bars of the cage. When Aziraphale feels it slowly crawling up between his thighs, searching for the red hot space between his cheeks, he begins to beg them for mercy again.

His voice is shaking; he’s stuttering and choked up with tears, his wings trembling as they try to remain as close to his body as possible but get grabbed and pulled by the demons again and again.

Crowley shouldn’t be as turned on by Aziraphale’s begging as he is. He can’t hide his erection, though. There is something primal and unsettling that makes him naturally get off on an angel’s misery.

Aziraphale still squeals like a little pig when he’s speared on cock, even after already taking more than enough. He hiccups and cries, hands curled in tight fists around the bars of his little cage – but except of trying to press himself as close as possible to the other side of the cage, he bends himself over as far as he can. Presses his fat ass and thighs against the cage and lets the demon’s long, narrow cock spear into his guts.

Beelzebub makes a soft sound of interest, their legs sliding off the armrest of the seat as they twist and lean forward.

“Turn the cage!” they call down, and the demons obey immediately; turning the little bird cage while Aziraphale keeps taking cock.

His face is screwed up tight, plump, cherubic cheeks flushed an enticing pink and glistening wet with his tears – but his cock… that short and deliciously fat cock that Crowley fantasizes about in the times they are apart…

It is standing firmly at attention, the tip wet; strings of pre-cum slowly dripping from it down to the ground as the long, narrow proboscis cock keeps rooting around in his insides; twisting and turning to the shape of his intestines.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” Beelzebub murmurs. Crowley feels the tug of the chain around his throat but does not manage to pull his gaze away from his angel’s shame. “The little angel is *enjoying it.”

Crowley can see that. His fingertips prickle with the need to grab Aziraphale; dig his fingers in deep until the fat wells up between them. He wants to grab Aziraphale’s soft tits and feel how they jiggle when he gives it to him nice and hard, just like the angel loves.

“Oh… oh dear,” Aziraphale breathes, his trembling hands uncurling from their tight clench around the cage’s bars, and fluttering to try and shield his shame from their eyes. Immediately, hands and claws and paws reach through to grab his wrists and pull his arms away so everybody can see how his chubby thighs are trying to clench around his plump erection.

A fly like sucker slowly extends from the crowd of demons, the opening dripping with saliva. Crowley sits up straight, insides hot and interested and simultaneously clenching with jealousy. He doesn’t want someone’s greedy dribbling mouth to touch Aziraphale just as much as he wants to see it happen.

Beelzebub has quite literally his fate in hand, however, and they keep the chain tight even as Crowley begins leaning in more and more.

The fly-like proboscis has reached Aziraphale’s cock and is slowly and with obvious self-indulgence slurping it right up. Crowley can see the thin sleeve of it expanding as it gobbles the angel’s cock down.

Aziraphale’s breath hitches, his round chin hitting his collar bones as he stares down at the appendage that has snuck its way through the cage. His painfully blue eyes go wide and shocked, but when he pulls back he is automatically speared deeper on the proboscis still fucked into his ass.

And that is how Aziraphale’s true torment begins.

Crowley sits on the very edge of the dais, mouth open, cheeks beneath his dark glasses a healthy cherry red as he watches Aziraphale twist and turn and try to get out of his predicament. However, the more he squirms the more he fucks himself. His fat little dick pushes into the greedy mouth in front of him, producing wet slimy sounds when the thick saliva is displaced and dripping down to the floor of the cage in long strings.

Behind him, demons are tussling for the right to mount and breed the angel. There is a revolving door of cocks; long and thin or short and fat; with bumps and ridges… some even with fur-

and there is nowhere for Aziraphale to flee to. The cage is small, barely letting him twist and turn. His wings are cramped, trembling as they try not to slip out between the bars of the cage until the demons grab for those, too, and pull them out, slowly making them unfold into all their glory.

Their shine and shimmer hurts their eyes, but they can’t stop touching them while Aziraphale sobs through getting his belly filled with cock after cock, hole spread open wide and sloppy; a fucked out red-rimmed mess.

Crowley wants to help him, he really does, but… his angel also looks so impossibly beautiful like this.

He is glittering and silver; a beacon of hope; his wings beautiful and long as they are made to stretch out of the cage. They tremble right towards their very tips as demons carefully stroke reverent fingers through the little downy feathers and right the long wing feathers with an almost meditative gentleness.

They fuck him like a bitch but are just as much fascinated by him. They use him up, make him their slut, but don’t hurt him.

Aziraphale is crying; big beautiful tears dripping down his round, flushed cheeks, but it is mostly his own humiliation for how much he enjoys the treatment. Enjoys being the warm, trembling center of this degeneration all around him.

Crowley knows the exact moment that his angel comes; he can see it in the tremble of his fat, starting in his round thighs and going up his chubby belly. There’s a delicious twist in Aziraphale’s usually gentle features, and then he cries out rough and sharp.

The mouth on his cock pulls off slowly, leaving behind Aziraphale’s plump cock dripping with its thick saliva, and it crows triumphantly: “He caaaame!”

The demons become even more eager afterwards. The sloppy queue they had going on earlier is slowly breaking apart as they start to swarm the cage again. It becomes more difficult for Beelzebub and Crowley to watch what is happening, but Beelzebub doesn’t correct them anymore.

Crowley glances back, and Beelzebub looks very satisfied.

“You have trained him well, haven’t you?” they ask conversationally while letting Crowley’s chain glide through their fingers. “He loves being defiled. This little angel of yours.”

Crowley flushes with pride. It is true, after all.

Aziraphale’s wings are still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm but Crowley can already see how his angel builds himself up for another round.

Gorgeous.