The Fall of the Prince: MMMM Why Choose Romance ✅

Epilogue

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Beelzebub

I moaned, my eyes slitted as I watched Asmodeus bounce on my cock. My hands gripped his hips, urging him on as I lifted my hips, thrusting up to meet him every time he dropped back down on me.

Asmodeus was fucking insatiable. Had been ever since Death had claimed him and given him his wings back. Thankfully, there were three of us to go around, so Asmodeus was never left unsatisfied.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I groaned.

He leaned forward, his hands on either side of my head against the headboard, and pressed his lips to mine. "Harder," he begged.

I flipped us over, his back hitting the mattress. Bending his legs back, I began to rut inside of him, fucking him just how begged. He moaned like a whore, his hands in his hair.

"You look so pretty when you're getting fucked," I rumbled. He preened at the praise, his eyes rolling back in his head, his cock leaking all over his abs.

The door behind us opened, and I looked over my shoulder to find Lucifer strolling into the room, his lips curved up into a smile upon seeing us. After toeing off his boots, he moved onto the bed and softly kissed me before leaning over our boy, kissing him too and stroking his fingers through his long, black hair.

"You take cock so well," Lucifer praised.

"Ughn," Asmodeus whined, seeking out more of Lucifer's kisses. And Lucifer easily gave them. He enjoyed pleasing Asmodeus as much as Asmodeus enjoyed pleasing the rest of us.

"I could feel my prince's ass getting railed," Death said, appearing by the bed like smoke. Reaching between us, he circled his fingers around Asmodeus's cock, and that was all it took.

Asmodeus shattered, a hoarse yell ripping from his lungs as his cum spurted into Death's fingers. The sight of the prince falling apart had me coming undone, and I growled his name, leaning over to kiss him as I filled his ass with my cum.

"I love you," Asmodeus panted, his hands roaming over my back.

Our bonds answered him, and he sighed, deflating beneath me, sated and relaxed, our love filling him up.

~*~*~

Death

I stroked my hand over Asmodeus's back. He was perched on my lap, his head bent over his desk as he worked on sorting through some kind of housing bullshit. I didn't understand it. I had no one to rule over except my reapers, and we didn't need resting places—not really.

Sleep wasn't a necessity; we just enjoyed it from time to time. And before the Creator had forced me to live in Hell rather than on Earth, I'd been just like my reapers—living in cold caves, surrounded by stone.

Asmodeus had come so far in his healing. Flashbacks were still common in the shower since Leviathan had doused him with water so many times just to bloody him up all over again. And certain sex positions sent him spiraling if my wings weren't wrapped around him, which was why most of the time, he was on top. He felt more in control.

But what he failed to realize was that he had all three of us wrapped around his fingers. Didn't matter that he was bigger than us. Didn't matter that he was easily more powerful than us—even me, since he now had my immortality.

He would always be our boy. And we bowed down to him.

"Are you almost finished?" I murmured, pressing a kiss to his shoulder where his tunic had slipped down. He glanced at me through tired eyes. I frowned. "You've been working long enough, Asmodeus. You need some rest."