12. Beelzebub

If someone had asked me a week ago if I would take care of their human toddler, I would laugh in their face or ask, "what's in it for me." Yet here I am, going on a treasure hunt with Rellick. I made a map to Mammon's room with ‘obstacles' in our way. We are hiding from Pride, because he's a dick, and Greed, because we're attempting to find his gold.

I decided to stay in my human form for this adventure, and we are in matching costumes. He's the captain and I am his first mate. I showed him my true body, a giant bronze and orange fly, but surprisingly, Rellick wasn't scared. He had a few questions, and then acted like it was completely normal for me to look totally different than him.

Rellick is very smart. Almost manipulative. When I handed him the map, he asked why I can't just magic us there. I did not think I would have to answer so many questions. I was meant to keep him occupied while Levi treated Bree to dinner… something that should be designated for me.

"There are spells around the treasure. We have to sneak there. No one can know that we know where it is." Rellick accepted that answer and we set off. He's good with numbers for a young child. The numbers he recognized, but not the words. I changed the map to use symbols instead. Now I was following his lead through our castle. Mammon's wing is just below mine, but a short trip would be no fun. The map goes a long way around most rooms and through the throne room and kitchen.

We're currently in the den which leads out to the balcony directly under Mammon's room, which is filled with gold and treasure. You would think he was the dragon rather than Levi. The map takes down the stairs from the fourth floor (my floor) to the first floor, and through the kitchen. Then we move up to the second floor where our throne room and offices are. The library is also on the second floor and directly under Mammon's room. I'm debating drilling a hole into the ceiling, but then I'd have to explain why we're defacing the towers. Is it worth it to see the smile on Rellick's face? Maybe.

I decided against the hole in the ceiling and push Rellick towards the terrace. I'll use my wings to lift us onto the third floor. So far, Rellick is having the time of his life just exploring the towers. He's going to love Mammon's room.

Once on the terrace, I realized that with him on my shoulders, I could jump, and he would reach. "Rellick. Climb up. We're going to jump."

"Really?! I'll be super tall!" I grab him under his arms and lift.

"Who's the kid?" The voice startles Rellick, causing him to fall backward.

Wrath catches him, lifting him back into place on my shoulders. Satan is in full demon form, wings, horns, and all. Rellick freezes, staring with wide eyes. "Rellick, meet my brother Satan." Curiosity rises in Wrath's black eyes. "Brianna's boy," I reply to his silent question.

"Nice to meet you, Rellick." Satan and the boy study each other.

"You didn't bring me my bike." Rellick's voice is quiet but fierce. He actually seems mad at Wrath… is Satan feeding his anger? Has he been to see Brianna before? "And why do you need reindeer if you have wings?"

Ohhh. I see what's going on. Opening my mouth to correct him, Satan cuts me off. "I'm sorry, kid. I guess I didn't get your letter." Why is he encouraging him? "And my wings get tired after a time. Just like your legs get tired if you run too much."

"I don't get tired."

Satan laughs, a real gut laugh, at Rellick. "Well, kid. I'm old." Rellick laughs with him. "What are you doing?"

I begin to make up an excuse, but Rellick tells the truth. "We're on a treasure hunt!"

Satan knows exactly what's going on when he hears the word "treasure." His lips curve upwards in a sly mischievous smirk. "Do you need help?"

Rellick cuts me off… again. "Sure! But I'm the captain."

"Of course." Wrath leaps up to the third-floor terrace using his blood red and black wings to hold him afloat above the cement. "Throw him up."

"Are you mental? I'm not throwing Brianna's child up an entire floor." She'd murder me! At least, she'd attempt to..

Rellick moves his feet, so they are flat on my shoulders, trying to push himself to standing. "No, little man. I'm not throwing you."

"It's okay, Bubby. You'll catch me if Santa doesn't." Damn right, I will! I can't believe I'm letting myself be talked into this by a three-year-old. My hands lock onto his feet as he catches his bearings. "Ready, Santa?"

"Ready, kid. Just jump." Rellick bends his knees, jumping as hard as he can. My hands stay on his feet, pushing him into Wrath's arms. I shift only my wings to follow. "Now, the treasure is guarded by the evil monster. I will distract him, while you and Gluttony sneak in for the treasure. Got it?" Satan can't help but try to take over.

"Who's Gut-nee?" Wrath's eyes switch to me, and Rellick's follow. "No, that's Bubby."

"Yeah, Santa. I'm Bubby."

With a roll of his eyes and a ‘whatever', the three of us walk towards the doors that lead to the staircase. "Wait here. I'll lead him downstairs and then you can go in. Wrath leaves us behind. I pick up Rellick, holding him on my hip as we sit outside the terrace doors and listen. There's a knock on wood, then Satan's booming voice. "Mammon, you ugly gold fuck! It's time to get out of your room! It's been five days! I know you lost our fight, but I didn't hurt you this bad!"

I forgot that Wrath broke every bone in his body at Brianna's request. Guess we really did need his help. "Go the fuck away, you dumb flying piece of shit! You broke every bone in my body! It may be healed but it still hurts!" Mammon's whining voice is loud, even through the wall.

Rellick flinches as a door crashes in. "And I'll do it again!" Wrath can be heard moving into the room, and within seconds, Mammon is fighting over his shoulder as they come onto the terrace. Satan leaps to the ground and they are out of sight.

"Come on, little man. Quickly." I usher Rellick into Mammon's room.

I put the boy down and attempt to close what's left of the door. If I fix it, Greed will know someone was here. "Wow!" Rellick's slow exhale of awe leaves me smiling. I am a great babysitter! "So much treasure."

"I'm going to watch the door. You can pick out one thing." I look around at my brother's piles of gold. Coins, jewelry, weapons… anything you can think of in gold, Mammon has it.

I listen out for any noises. Sloth is probably sleeping in his room and Envy is at dinner with Bree. Those are the only two other people on this floor. Lucifer can fly to his tower; Wrath is above this floor like me. Lust is with us, too, but he rarely spends time there. "Maw-Maw."

The voice is so low, I almost didn't hear it. "Yeah, little man. This is Mammon's room."

"No. Maw-Maw." I look behind me at Rellick who is holding a silver chain necklace with a handmade rainbow pendant. It looks like crayon wax under a clear glass, encased in bronze. This doesn't look like something Mammon would have.

"Who's Maw-Maw?" I ask him.

Our attention is taken away by a bright light coming from Sloth's open door. A portal has opened with Brianna on the other side. Her eyes are rimmed red, like she's been crying. Where the fuck is Leviathan?! "Come on, Rellick." I lift him onto my hip, pocketing the necklace, and walk into Belphegor's room where Brianna is stepping through the portal. "What's wrong? What happened?" Her face snaps to us and her arms immediately open to her son. Rellick flies into her arms, squeezing his mother tight.

Belphegor stands behind Bree, wrapping his long blue arms around both of them and holding them close.

I want that. I want this with them. I want to be a part of this family.

My fingers brush her cheek, lifting her face so our eyes meet. "Talk to me, Honey."

Her glassy green eyes lift to me. "I should have stayed with you." The depreciation in her voice breaks my heart.

Envy's aura seeps through the wall of Sloth's room, making it known he was back in Hell.

"Take them home," Sloth tells me. He transfers Brianna and Rellick into my arms and pushes the three of us back through the portal. I use my own magic to close the portal and teleport us to Brianna's apartment.

I carry them into Brianna's bedroom, sitting with them in my lap. "Why did Sleepy send you with us?"

"Did you not want me to come with you?"

Apparently, that joke was not the right thing to say. "That's not what I meant." Tears begin to flow down her cheeks. "I do want you here. I just don't understand why he sent you with us. Like why someone needed to be with us."

Rellick is still wrapped around his mother. Brianna hasn't let go of him and Rellick seems content to stay in her arms. I hold them closer to me, getting comfortable in her bed. "Only one of us can be on Earth at a time. With me here, Envy can't get to you." A loud sniffle is her reply. "What happened, Honey? What did he do?"

"More like what he didn't do." She wiggles around, inadvertently grinding against my cock. Now is not the time to become aroused. I tighten my arms, stopping her movements. "He ignored me. He spoke to the waitress the whole time, barely looking at me. And she didn't really acknowledge me either. And he made me feel fat, which I know he didn't mean it that way but it's how my brain took it. We didn't even get to the food."

"You still haven't eaten?" How could Leviathan be so stupid? He has the universe's most beautiful woman, and he ignores her? She shakes her head in response. "What do you want to eat?"

Rellick finally lifts his head from his mother's shoulder. "Mommy, I want some shrimp. With potatoes and dip."

"That sounds fantastic my love. Some Cajun-boiled seafood and sides sound amazing." Her tone starts to cheer at mention of seafood.

"What kind? Be specific." If I know exactly what she wants, I can make it appear and brighten her day.

"I normally get a pound of boiled shrimp, three blue crabs, four potatoes and a half cob of corn."

I bring my forehead to hers. "Picture it in your head and think very hard." All of the Sins can see into other beings minds if they are thinking sinful though that we can feed off of.. It comes easiest to Lucifer, a ‘gift of the angels.' *Insert eyeroll here*

With our foreheads together, I focus my energy on her. In her mind is a beautiful spread of different types of boiled crab, shrimp, lobster, big and miniature, and oysters. Off to the side are boiled red potatoes, corn, sausage, and mushrooms. Two plastic bowls finish the table, one filled with a pink sauce and the other garlic butter. I can see it perfectly pictured in her mind and I bring it to life in her living room.

Kissing her forehead, I lift from the bed, holding out my hand to her. When she takes it, I lead her to her dining room table, showing her everything she thought of. "Oh my God! It's perfect!" Brianna throws her arms around me, then quickly lets me go to run to the table.

She starts with the shrimp, peeling a few but not eating them. "What are you doing?" With a snap of my fingers, all the shrimp are peeled. Brianna's eyes lift to mine, disappointment in her gaze. "What?"

Grabbing a plate, she loads six shrimp, two potatoes, and a spoonful of pink sauce onto it. "Here, sweet boy." With Rellick settled she starts to dig into the feast and all I can do it watch. She cracks, snaps, and crushes different species, pulling out the meat to dip is both the pink sauce and butter. "The peeling is half the fun."

"What's the pink?" I sit across from her, watching her take bite after bite, feeding herself. And me.

"Crawfish dip the way my grandmother used to make it. Equal parts ketchup and mayonnaise. Add in some minced garlic, creole seasoning, and hot sauce to taste. Best dip in the entire world. I dip everything in it. The butter adds to the sweet meats while the dip just adds the extra flavor to what's not as covered in the boil." A pile of shells sits in front of her. "Grab me a trash can so I can dump this, please." I snap my fingers, getting rid of what she wants. "Well, that's handy." She goes in for more food, eating a couple of potatoes and slurping the oysters.

Brianna seems to eat in order. She started with the shrimp, then two blue point crabs, and two clusters of snow crab. Four King crab legs. Two of the potatoes. The oysters, mushrooms, sausage. Two more potatoes. The two halves of a lobster tail. She's starting to run out of steam and yet she doesn't stop. After every bite, she licks her lips, missing the juices dripping down her chin. I get rid of the excess when she asks me to.

She's gorgeous. I have never been more in love than I am right now.

Brianna ate half the table in the same amount of time it took Rellick to eat his plate. He announces he's done, and Brianna pauses in her feast to tend to him. "Are you done, Honey?"

"Absolutely not. Don't touch my fucking crawfish!" she yells from inside the bathroom. The only things left are a couple more crab clusters, some potatoes, and mini lobsters. I'm assuming that's the crawfish.

With Rellick in the tub, she comes back to the table, starting on the clusters. "You are gorgeous when you eat." My arms are crossed on the table while I watch her in fascination. Every bite she takes fuels my power. And my libido. My cock is incredibly hard right now.

A faint blush floods her cheeks. My eyes stay glued to her mouth. Fucking seductive. The only thing left on the table are the crawfish. She twists the tail off one and lifts the head to her lips, sucking the juice out. I don't even try to stop the groan from crawling its way up my throat.

She pauses, her lips still around the body of the small crustacean. Her eyes rake along my face, clearly seeing the torment I'm in while watching her eat. Eyes alight with mischief, she sucks harder. She drops the shell to the table and raises the tail, pulling the meat out with her teeth. I'm so fucking done for this human. Every swallow of her throat just makes me hungrier for her.

Brianna licks her lips before standing. "Can you please peel the meat while I get Rellick ready for bed? I'm hungry for something else now." She turns and heads for the restroom, her body still in that gorgeous green dress. Yeah… I'm ripping that off her.

Using my magic, I peel all the crawfish tails, put them in a bowl and into the fridge, cleaning up the table behind me. I save the remaining dips and sides as well. "Come on, sweet boy. It's time to go to sleep." I watch from Rellick's bedroom door as she puts him in underwear and pajama pants, kissing his forehead good night, and tucks him in. Taking a step back, I watch her close the door softly before turning and jumping into my arms, attacking my mouth with hers.

I carry her into her bedroom and place her on her feet in front of me. I rip the green dress off her, letting the two halves puddle at her feet. "It's my turn to eat." She lands with a soft thud on the bed after I toss her. Her legs widen at the landing, showing me her damp center. Smells just like fucking honey. I climb over her, kissing the corner of her mouth and slowly working my way down. Her collarbone, over her nipples, down her stomach, until I'm hovering over her wet pussy. I rub a finger against the wetness of her underwear, and she moans, throwing her head back. "You're soaked for me." I slip a finger under the damp fabric, then rip it off her.

The scent of her pussy is too tempting to ignore. I inhale deeply, then slowly swipe my tongue along her opening. So damn good! I lick, suck, and even bite, fucking her with my thick tongue. I could feed off this pussy for hours, days, months, forever.

Her hands find their way to my dreads, locking against my scalp. "Oh my God! Don't stop! So close!" Her encouragement tastes just as good as her juices. I keep up my pace and ferocity, not changing now that I know it's getting her where she needs to be. I shove two of my fingers inside her, moving my tongue to focus on her clit. Her hands leave my head and grab the pillow under her. She covers her face as she screams her release.

I don't stop. I eat her through the orgasm and after. Swallowing all her juices and begging for more. "Fuckkkkkk," she moans. I continue to fuck her with my fingers as I wrap my teeth around her sensitive little clit and bite down. "Dammit!" she yells into the pillow.

Still, I don't stop. I need more.

More of her juices, more of her taste, more of her in general.

"Stop! Please! It's too much!" My fingers stop but my tongue only slows. I'm not done with her, and she can take more. "Come in me, Sweetie." Her voice is an aphrodisiac. "I want you to come in me as you come with me." I lift up, wasting no time in unbuttoning my pants and pushing myself inside her. Normally it would be a tight fit but she's so wet from her own arousal and my saliva that I'm able to slip in with ease.

I pump slowly, gaining speed with each thrust. "Do you want to be mine?" I ask when I feel her pussy walls starting to flutter against me. Her moans grow louder but she doesn't answer my question. I abruptly stop all movement. "Answer me, Brianna. Do you want to be mine?"

"Yes! Yes, I want to be yours!" I start to move again, my hips thrusting hard against her thighs. Her hand wraps around my wrist and her nails dig into my skin. "And I want you to be mine."

Yeah, I'll take that as consent for binding. "Only yours," I tell her as I place the palm of my hand against the inside of her right thigh. Just before her climax hits, I push my power into my palm, placing my brand on her. The prick of pain sends her over the edge.

Bree's vise like grip around my cock finishes me off. I rock against her until all of my cum is in her. Slowly, I pull out and press a kiss to the top of her mound, her left thigh, then over my brand on her right.

She is now part of my family. I couldn't ask for a better woman. Or a better son. Brianna may also belong to my brother, but I know that I'll always be hers.

And she can't get rid of me now.