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justcallmefox89 · 4 years ago

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The Demon Prince’s Wedding - Part II

Art by @greedylilshit

Art by @daddydemus

I sit on the edge of the bed, anxiously twisting my engagement ring around on my finger as I wait for Mammon and Diavolo to finish getting ready for our wedding ceremony.

At least I was able to talk Dia down to a small celebration in the gardens.....

He had wanted to throw a ball and invite the entire Devildom. I was currently trying to talk him out of declaring his future heir’s birthday as an official Devildom holiday.

The man has no restraint.

“Arianthi? Beloved?” Diavolo’s low voice eventually draws me out of my reverie.

“Mmmm? What’s up Dia?��

“Could you light the candles and the fire and then come help me?” Diavolo asks absentmindedly as he adjusts his clothing.

Small globules of flames burst forth from my fingertips, delicately touching the candle wicks and consuming the firewood in the fireplace grate. Soft, golden light caresses Diavolo’s silhouette as he grumbles to himself and starts selecting his jewelry for the evening.

I cross the room to stand on my tiptoes behind him, smoothing the black fur of the shawl that covers his broad shoulders.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen my father today, have you princess?” Diavolo asks hesitantly.

Arawn. That must be what has Diavolo so fidgety.

I try to rearrange my face into placid expression of neutrality.

“No, my prince. Should I ask some of the servants to start looking for him?” I offer as I run my hands over his wings in the soothing motions I know he loves.

Diavolo shakes his head. “I was just curious. I’m sure he’ll be here tonight, I just wonder where he’s got off to.”

“He’s cutting it awful close, the ceremony will be starting soon,” I murmur. “Not a good time to be going missing.”

“Princess........” Diavolo sounds exhausted.

“He should be there. For you, if nothing else.”

Diavolo tenses beneath my touch. “This can’t be easy for him either.”

For the duration of our engagement Arawn had been an obstinate roadblock, and his refusal to take part in the festivities had been a constant source of hurt and disappointment for Diavolo, even if it wasn’t entirely surprising.

So many problems could be solved if they would just let me set him on fire.....

An annoyed growl breaks low in my throat and I walk away from him. “I’m going to go see what’s taking Mammon so long; he should have been out of the shower twenty minutes ago.”

“Princess.” Diavolo’s tone is soft and cajoling. He eases down into one of the large armchairs that sits in front of the fireplace. “Come to me. That’s an order from you future husband and king.”

I roll my eyes and huff out a low laugh, crossing the room to settle into his lap. Diavolo gathers me in his arms and holds me tightly to his chest. I snuggle deeper into his embrace and nuzzle my face into his neck, tracing the tattoos on his chest with a fingertip.

Diavolo twitches slightly. “That tickles,” he laughs quietly, trying to grab my hand.

I raise my eyebrows in surprises and snatch my back back quickly, before diving down to gently tickle his ribs.

“Not fair Arianthi!” Diavolo squirms and giggles, trying to get free. He finally settles for wrapping both arms around me, pinning me to his chest and effectively stopping my wandering hands.

“Mmmmm,” he murmurs softly in my ear. “Such a pretty little demon in my lap and for once I have her all to myself.”

Diavolo’s lips brush against my ear, then my neck as he drops a series of warm, soft kisses across my jaw and to my lips. He captures my mouth in a deep kiss, his tongue teasing mine as his hands drop down to my hips, delicately stroking the smooth silk of my dress.

“You two gettin’ started without me?” A husky voice behind us asks.

Diavolo gives me one last lingering kiss before allowing me to adjust in his lap so I can see our fiancé.

Mammon’s hair is still damp from his shower, and all he’s wearing is an unzipped pair of low slung leather pants. Behind me I can feel Diavolo’s breath hitch for a moment before he gives a deep grumble of appreciation.

Mammon holds up his leather jacket and harness and gives me a wicked smile. “Come help me get dressed baby?”

“Always, my love.” I push myself out of Diavolo’s lap and slowly walk towards Mammon, allowing him to take in my appearance for the evening.

“Mmmm.......I love it when you have your wings out,” he murmurs before giving me a deep kiss. “And wearin’ red tonight too? Am I back in the Celestial Realm and nobody’s told me yet?”

"You are such a cheeseball,” I tease, dropping a smattering of kisses across his muscular shoulders before helping him shrug into his harness and jacket. “But it’s adorable.”

“Oi! A demon ain’t allowed to compliment his girl?” Mammon teases me back, placing his hands on my hips.

“By all means feel free to keep going and never stop,” I murmur against his lips, lightly stroking his leather clad thighs before slowly zipping his pants.

“Ok, new idea,” Mammon says, kissing me softly. “I vote we ditch the reception and lock ourselves in this room and don’t come out for at least a month.”

I cuddle close to his chest. “I like this plan.”

Diavolo groans behind us. “You two are entirely too tempting.”

He stands and wraps his arms around us, pulling both of us close. I relax into their arms, savoring the warmth of their bare skin as the tension slowly leaves my body.

“The guests are arriving my loves.” Diavolo sighs as he releases us from his embrace. “We need to make our entrance.”

Mammon smiles as he smooths a few stray feathers on my wings and tucks them back into place. “Ready for this baby?”

I offer him a shaky grin. “Not even a little.”

“You’re both going to be amazing.” Diavolo gives us each a soft kiss and ushers us out of the room. “Let’s go get married.”

Thirty minutes later the three of us stand in the gardens in front of our closest friends and family. Simeon, Luke, Solomon, Barbatos, and Mammon’s brothers beam at us, while Arawn lounges in a chair and looks bored. Rather than have an officiant, we had decided to incorporate the six demon lords into our ceremony. Arawn had also been invited to contribute, but had never confirmed if he will or not.

The three of us stand in a loose triangle, our right hands joined together. Lucifer steps forward and wrap a red silk ribbon around our hands.

“Do the three of you promise to always work through you problems together, and never let your pride get in the way?”

Mammon, Diavolo, and I glance at each other with shy smiles. “We do,” we say as one.

Lucifer gives Mammon a proud smile. “So it shall be done.”

Levi stands next, shakily draping a purple ribbons over our hands. “D-do you all promise to support each other, and encourage each other, without becoming envious of each other’s successes?”

“We do.”

“S-so it shall b-be d-done.” Levi quickly sits back down and lets out a deep sigh of relief.

“Congratulations you three,” Satan whispers, as he places a green ribbon over our joined hands. He continues on in a louder voice, “Do you three promise to always be kind and loving to each other, and never turn on each other in anger?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.” Satan inclines his head in small gesture of respect before returning to his seat.

Asmo bounds up next with a squeal of delight, grinning and giving us each a kiss on the cheek before winding his deep pink ribbon with his brothers’. “Do you three promise to build a beautiful life together, and to try to find wonder in your everyday life?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Beel shuffles up next, a shy smile on his face as he softly wraps an orange ribbons around our hands. “Do you three promise to always nurture your bond and never let it grow weak?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie follows his twin, for once looking only marginally sleepy. He weaves the bright blue ribbon with other. “Do you three promise to always sleep next to each other, and attempt to make each sweet dream you have a reality?”

“We do.”

“So it shall be done.”

Belphie glances over his shoulder at Arawn, who pointedly remains seated, but briefly locks eyes with Diavolo and holds up his own black ribbon before releasing it and allowing it to flutter to the ground.

Mammon and I both growl, infuriated by the shattered look on Diavolo’s face. Belphie quickly grasps our joined hands as Diavolo wrests control over his features.

“The promises have been sworn and witnessed, so they shall be done. In the eyes of the Devildom the three of you are now married. I pronounce you husband, wife, and husband.”

He turns to our small audience. “I present to you for the first time King Diavolo, Queen Arianthi, and Lord Mammon. Long may they reign, in health and happiness.”

The three of us exchange soft kisses and stand silently for a moment, beaming at each other. Diavolo softly squeezes my hand before whispering, “Shall we move on to the reception my loves?”

“Yeah, let’s go check out all the wedding gifts!”

“Mammon!” Diavolo and I scold him in unison.

Mammon is saved as Barbatos and Luke join us.

“My lord, the rest of your guests who weren’t invited to the ceremony have gathered in the ballroom for the reception. They may begin to get restless if you don’t join them shortly,” Barbatos says softly.

“Plus, you need to see the cake!” Luke is fairly vibrating with excitement as he grabs my hand. “Barbatos let me help him make it!”

“I’m sure it’s perfect Luke.” I smile down at him. “You go on ahead, I’ll be right behind you.”

Luke scurries away, following Mammon, Diavolo, and Barbatos as the wind their way through the gardens and back to the castle. I stay still, breathing in the heavy perfume of the night blooming flowers and taking a moment just for myself.

“Hiding from your husbands already?”

I cringe at the sultry voice coming from behind me. He really does ruin everything.

I inhale sharply before turning to face Arawn. “Skipping the reception? I assumed you’d jump at a chance to ruin that too.”

Arawn snorts in derision. “If my son was hurt by my refusal to participate in his nauseating wedding ceremony then I’ve well and truly failed him as a parent. Such weakness will never be tolerated from the King of the Devildom.”

“Diavolo has been an excellent ruler since you defaulted on your responsibilities,” I snap, each word soaked in scorn. “He is the man he is, the leader he is, in spite of having you as a father; not because of it.”

Arawn brings his fingers to his lips, frowning and staring at me thoughtfully before he finally asks, “Why did you choose them?”

My nose wrinkles in confusion. “What?”

“My son and Mammon. What about them enticed you? Why them? Why do all the things you’ve done, just to be with them?”

I eye him warily. “Why do you care?”

“It’s a question I’ve never been able to get a clear answer on.” Arawn’s amber eyes spark with curiosity. “I’ve never understood this odd little trio you’re a part off, not really.”

I just frown at him, remaining silent.

“It’s quite the puzzle really. You’re so different from them,” he continues. “You’re a -”

“A human?” I interrupt.

“Not anymore though, hm?” Arawn shoots me a coy grin. “But even before that. I looked into you, your past, when I first learned of my son’s intentions towards you. You’ve always been fierce; a fighter, unwilling to back down. Stubborn to the point of stupidity.”

I open my mouth to retort, but he quickly continues.

“I’ll admit I was surprised to find out just how scrappy you are. And just how fiercely you fight for my son.” He shakes his head in surprise, a faint note of pride tinging the words.

“But you’re so different from him, from them both. You seem soft and gentle. Kind. And you are, to those you love and trust. But everyone else? We know how you really are. Hard, decisive. Rough around the edges. Willing to do whatever it takes to get what you want. A fighter first and foremost. How does a girl like this fall in love with my soft hearted son?”

“Why do you constantly act like there’s something wrong with Dia?” I counter, narrowing my eyes at Arawn.

He gives a laconic shrug. “He’s a bit of a disappointment if we’re going to be completely honest with each other.”

Fire bursts from my fingertips before I can form a coherent thought. “You -” I grit my teeth, unable to come up with words that encompass how thoroughly and absolutely I loathe Arawn.

“I can only hope my grandchild will be more impressive,” Arawn continues, smirking at my impotent rage. “With you as a mother I have faith they will be.”

“You really are just angry, petty little man, aren’t you?” I ask, glancing at him in disgust.

The corners of his mouth twitch, in irritation or amusement I can’t tell. “I’m going to miss your particular brand of entertainment when I leave, little demon.”

“The feeling is decidedly not mutual,” I snap as I begin to make my way back to the castle.

Arawn tags along behind me silently, until we both pause as we reach the doors of the ballroom. I reach out to push the doors open, but he grabs my wrist at the last second.

“One last moment of your time, little demon,” he says looking down at me, eyes glinting with something very close to affection.

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze, silently waiting.

“You’ve done well here. And despite my initial thoughts, my son could do no better than you. Even that fallen angel is a good fit for him, shockingly.” Arawn shakes his head as if he’s surprised to admit that.

He touches my shoulder softly. “Tell Diavolo something for me?”

“Depends,” I answer, glaring at him.

“Tell him that he will be far better at this,” Arawn waves a hand lazily at me. “Far better than I ever was.”

I quirk an eyebrow, half in confusion, half in offense.

“Family. Fatherhood.” He furrows his brow in consternation. “Despite how completely he disappointments me, whatever his failings in other areas, I have no doubt that my son will be an excellent husband and father.”

"It is truly amazing how you can wrap a compliment in insults,” I reply, keeping my tone sharp even as I glow with pride. “But you’re right, Dia will be wonderful father.”

Arawn’s mouth twitches in a half-hearted smile as he quickly steps toward me, the leans down to brush a soft kiss against my forehead.

“Good luck, little demon,” he whispers as he straightens up. “Give Mammon and Diavolo my regards.”

With that he turns and leisurely walks down the hallway, tossing me a wave over his shoulder as he goes.

The ballroom is a riot of energy and laughter as I enter and make my way through the crowd of well wishers. I scan the crowd for Mammon and Diavolo, only to find them sharing a dance, gazing at each other as if they’re the only people in the world.

I spot Lucifer on the edge of the crowd gathered to watch them and move to his side, gently nudging him with my shoulder.

“Hello, little sister,” he greets me, flashing me a sardonic grin.

I shudder. “Ugh. You’re creepy. Never call me that again.”

I shake my wings out to smooth down the ruffled feathers as Lucifer chuckles darkly. His focus shifts back to the dance floor, eyes softening as he watches his little brother dance with Diavolo.

“He’s so happy,” Lucifer murmurs. “I haven’t seen him smile like that since before the fall.”

I smile and lean against Lucifer, resting one hand on the slightly visible bump of my lower abdomen. “I know you’ve had your reservations about us......”

“Not you,” he interrupts. “Never you.”

“I know you’ve had your reservations about Dia,” I begin again. “But please trust me when I say that we both love Mammon. So, so much.”

Lucifer sighs and glances down at me. “I know you do. I’ve been by his side for so long, kept him safe, taught him so much........ It’s hard to let him embark on this new adventure without me there to watch over him.”

“And from a purely selfish angle, I feel in some strange way that I’m losing my little brother,” his breath hitches and his chest heaves in a shuddering breath. “That I’m losing my best friend.”

I reach out to gently squeeze his forearm. “You’re not losing him. Things will be different, but how much he loves his older brother will never change.” I pause. “And in about eight months I have a feeling he’ll be relying on you more that ever.”

Lucifer barks out a startled laugh. “I have no doubt you’re right.” He turns his gaze back to the dance floor, eyes shining. “Mammon married, a father soon. Me, an uncle. It’s all a bit too wonderous to image, that our little family could be so......” He shakes his head, blinking rapidly.

My throat tightens with emotion as I watch a few tears slip down Lucifer’s cheeks.

A bright light flashes from our right, follow by an excited voice shouting, “Got it!” Lucifer and I whip around to see Satan and Belphie standing a few feet away, Belphie holding Satan’s D.D.D., pointed directly at us.

I feel Lucifer tense beside me as the air crackles around us with his growing fury.

“Satan! Belphegor!” He roars, moving towards them.

“Run!” Belphie tosses the D.D.D. to Satan, and the two dart off in opposite directions, weaving between wedding guests as Lucifer gives chase.

I grin fondly at the trio and hear twin chuckles behind me. Mammon wraps an arm around my waist and gently rests one hand on my abdomen while Diavolo drapes one arm around my shoulders.

“What did those two do now?” Diavolo asks, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

“Got a picture of Lucifer crying,” I respond, laying my head against Mammon’s shoulder.

The two demons give a violent start,

“I swear. He had a rare soft moment, watching his little brother dance with his new husband.” I gently kiss Mammon’s shoulder.

“I’ll be damned,” Mammon whispers. Diavolo and I have the good grace to ignore his quiet sniffles, but grin at each other when he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

He roughly clears his throat. “Oi! This is a party, yeah? Let’s get to it then!”

They reach out and take my hands, Mammon on my left and Diavolo on my right, and we step forward as one, into our new life together.

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justcallmefox89 · 5 years ago

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Mammon’s Wedding Part 2 -Truth or Dare Series

Mammon and Arianthi visit the human realm to get some much needed time away, but not everyone is pleased by their absence from the Devildom. Time away from home makes the couple think about their future together.

(Artwork is a commission of my OC Arianthi and Mammon by @daddydemus They are an amazing artist so go visit their page and show them some love.)

This story is told from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi, and also features my enby OC Jax, from the Artist in the Devildom series.

NSFW: blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex, demon sex, foreplay, soft gentle sex......just some good old fashioned smut y’all.

I sit wrapped in a large blanket on the hard packed sand of the beach watching the sun start to set and fog roll in over the water. There’s a soft shuffling sound behind me and I smile to myself when I hear familiar muttering.

“What are ya doing out here? Tryin’ to freeze to death?” Despite his grumbling Mammon sits down behind me, pulling me between his legs so I can lean back against his chest.

“And what was the big idea leavin’ me alone like that?” He kisses my temple, pouting.

I wrap his arms around me and squeeze his hands gently. “I’m sorry baby. You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to bother you.”

I can almost feel him frowning behind me. “Are ya not sleepin’ again?”

“I’m ok baby, I promise. I slept a little bit but I wanted to come watch the sunset. There’s nothing like this in the Devildom.”

His arms tighten around me. “Sure isn’t. D-do ya miss it? When you’re there with me?”

I lean my head back against his shoulder and tip my face up, silently asking for a kiss. Mammon obliges and I savor the feeling of his lips against mine.

“Sometimes I do,” I answer once we break apart.

“O-o-oh.”

“I had 24 years of sun and different seasons.......24 years of this.” I gesture out to the ocean. “It’s hard to just let all of it go.”

Mammon stays silent, his body tense.

“I’ll never regret trading this to be with you,” I murmur, raising his hand to my mouth to place a tender kiss on his knuckles.

The tension automatically flows from his body and he chuckles. “Of course ya don’t. Who would ever regret bein’ with THE Great Mammon?”

I laugh and gently squeeze his thigh. “You are so full of it.”

“But ya love me,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck, tickling me.

“So, so much.”

We sit in companionable silence, watching the horizon turn pink as the last few rays of the sun disappear.

“What would ya think about stayin’ here? About maybe not going back?” Mammon finally asks.

I twist in his arms little so that I can look at him. “I didn’t think that was an option.”

He gives a lazy shrug. “There’s nothing sayin’ I have to stay in the Devildom. I just can’t ever go back to the Celestial Realm.”

His places his hands gently on my stomach. “And if we ever get another chance at startin’ a family don’tcha think we’d be better off raising the kid here?”

I frown a little, considering his words. “But what about your brothers? And your modeling?”

He doesn’t look at me, just shrugs again.

I stare up at the sky, watching stars appear in the velvet darkness.

I miss this. Seeing the sky and the sun. I know he would miss his brothers though. I would miss them.

“I think we should go back,” I finally say. “That’s where your family is. I don’t really have anything holding me here, just my friends from college, and we can visit often enough to see them. Besides, if we have a baby that’s anything like you I’d like to have your brothers around. I’m sure we’ll need all the help we could get.”

“Hey!” Mammon pretends to be offended then squeezes me tightly. “Are ya sure about this baby?”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

He gives a low rumble of happiness before kissing the top of my head. “So what are ya wantin’ to do about the wedding?”

“Oh. Well, how does it normally work in the Devildom?”

Mammon scratches his head, thinking. “I mean, it’s not really a thing down there ya know? But there are commitment rituals for the ones that want to do it, just most of ‘em don’t stick with one person forever, so those are pretty rare. How do ya do it here?”

“Some people turn it into a whole big production,” I say, laughing. “Before the wedding there are usually bachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding shower, which is just a classier party with better gifts.”

Mammon smirks. “So parties and presents? Sounds good so far.”

“Then there’s the wedding itself where you promise to love and take care of each other forever.”

He squints at me in confusion. “We already did that.”

“Um well, a few of my friends have gotten married and they all had their ceremonies in churches.”

Mammon wrinkles his nose like he’s smelled something foul. “I liked the party thing better.”

“Don’t worry I’m not crazy about that either. I don’t care where we get married, just that we do get married. Most people have a reception after their wedding though, which is just another big party with booze and food and dancing.” I pat his hand and smile at him reassuringly.

He nods begrudgingly. “That sounds ok.”

I think for a second, trying to remember other details from different weddings I’ve attended. “There’s a lot of paperwork you have to fill out and submit to the government to make the marriage legal. And all the girls I know from college who’ve gotten married have taken their spouse’s last name.”

“So ya got to turn in some papers to get married? That’s what makes it official? Not the lovin’ each other and promisin’ to be faithful and all that?” Mammon looks singularly unimpressed.

“Welcome to the human realm.”

Mammon suddenly frowns. “I don’t have a last name,” he grumbles.

“You could always take mine,” I say teasingly, smiling and booping his nose.

He doesn’t laugh the way he usually does when I boop him; instead he looks unusually serious.

“Mammon Wolf,” he says, knitting his eyebrows together, considering.

I stay quiet, rubbing gentle circles on the palm of his hand with my thumb.

“Mammon Wolf.” He tries it out again, rolling the name around in his mouth. He finally breaks out into a wide smile. “I like that. I wanna do it.”

“Yeah?” I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling very shy.

Mammon rubs his nose against my cheek. “Why ya being all blushy baby?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, trying to hide my face against his chest. “I guess......it just makes me really happy you’d want to do that.”

“Mmmmm. You’re so cute when ya get all shy like this baby,” Mammon teases, kissing my neck softly. “I still think it’s stupid ya gotta fill out paperwork to get married. The promises are more important than some pieces of paper.”

I cuddle deeper into his embrace. “You’re not wrong. It’s not like you could fill out the paperwork anyway.”

“Mmm.” He nibbles on the delicate shell of my ear. “You wanna go grab some food?”

“Grace’s?”

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek. “Sounds good.”

He helps me to my feet and we walk the few hundred yards back to our Air BnB hand in hand. We’ve been staying in a tiny town on the Washington coast for two weeks now, our return date to the Devildom still undetermined. We’d spent our days so far exploring the beaches and small shops in town, returning to the beach house in the afternoons to cuddle and take long naps.

I leave the blanket hanging on the porch railing and follow Mammon into the house.

“Shower with me?” Mammon raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

I tap my chin and pretend to think about it.

“Oi!” He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, growling low in my ear. “Ya really gotta think about it?”

I run my hands under his shirt, walking my fingers over his abs and up to his chest. He shivers beneath my touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. I move my hands lower until my fingertips skirt the waistband of his jeans. He closes his eyes and tosses his head back, subtly rocking his hips forward. I run my hand over the front of his jeans, gently palming his hardening cock.

“Uh,” Mammon whimpers. “Play fair baby.”

I lean forward to mouth the sensitive skin below his ear. “Never.”

He gives me a stinging slap on the ass and laughs. “Go get in the damn shower human.”

I give him one last grope for good measure then sprint to the shower. He chases after me laughing and calling my name. We help each other undress and step under the stream of warm water, still teasing and laughing at each other.

“Help me wash up baby,” Mammon murmurs suggestively, rubbing his body against mine.

“I don’t know......” I tease, pushing my hips back against him.

“Come on Ari, please.......” he whines.

I love it when he calls me that.

I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss. His tongue brushes mine and I reach lower, stroking his cock as he gasps into my mouth. His hips move on their own accord, thrusting his cock into my hand as he grips my waist. We’re both slick with soap and desperate with need; the build up of two months without sex.

Not quite yet.

I smirk and speed up the movement of my hand, listening as Mammon’s breathing picks up, waiting for the little cues that tell me he’s getting close. He sucks in a deep, shaky breath as the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tighten. When he bites his lip and his eyes start to flutter closed I know it’s time. I slow my hand, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the palm of my other hand firmly over the head.

“Unh!” Mammon’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open. “W-w-what? Why?”

I take a step back and brush my wet hair out of my face, shrugging innocently at him.

“Babyyyyyyyy,” he whines as he uses his body to press me against the cold tile of the shower, rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. “Don’t stop.”

I reach around him to grab my shampoo, ignoring his pleas. He ruts against my thigh needily, whimpering into my neck while I lather my hair. I let him play while I rinse and then condition my hair, confident that he won’t cum without permission. He bites down hard on my shoulder, trying to get my attention.

I grab a fistful of his hair and jerk his head back. Hard.

“That wasn’t very nice baby,” I murmur, nibbling a path up his neck to his ear. “Be a good boy and don’t do it again.”

He mumbles something unintelligible as he reaches for me, trying to pull to me closer.

“What’s that baby?” I tug on his hair again.

“I won’t do it again miss,” he whispers, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

“Such an obedient boy,” I praise him before dropping a series of soft kisses over the taut skin of his chest.

“Please Ari, please.......please,” Mammon whimpers, rocking his hips, desperate for more friction.

“Mmmmm........I don’t know baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a teasing kiss on the lips.

I stretch up on my tiptoes to bring my mouth close to his ear. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to wait until later tonight? It could make the finish a little more.......explosive.”

Mammon goes stiff and his whole body shudders; I can almost hear his thoughts. On one hand, some quick shower fun and a nice orgasm now. On the other hand, hours of teasing, frustration, and orgasm denial culminating in some no holds barred sex......which he hasn’t had in months.

I watch his internal debate for a full minute before he growls in frustration and lets me go.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, turning the temperature of the water down to freezing and standing directly under the spray.

I shriek and jump out of the shower. I hear Mammon yell, “Serves ya right!” before I grab a towel and scamper out to the bedroom to get dressed.

An hour later we’re finishing up a doubles game of pool at Grace’s, a low key pub that we discovered our first night here. Our opponents are another pair of tourists and Mammon being Mammon, has bet $100 on the game. It was a good bet considering our opponents have yet to make any of their shots and all we have left is to sink the 8 ball.

I study the table, trying to decide which pocket to call. Mammon is animatedly chatting up the other couple, gesturing wildly with his hands while they laugh.

“Hey baby?” I call out to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He turns his blue eyes to me and raises his eyebrows.

I raise my pool cue. “Come help your girl make this shot?”

Despite the blush on his cheeks he gives me a cocky smirk as he saunters over.

I hook his pinky with mine and grin at him. “So what do you think I should do?”

He tilts his head and studies the table for a moment before gesturing and saying, “Corner pocket.”

I pout and look up at him through my eyelashes. “Help me?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

“Is it going to work?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Damn right it is.”

I giggle as he stands behind me and we lean over the pool table together. He hold his hands over mine, back flush to my chest, our hips pressed tightly together. Mammon bites his lip in concentration as he helps me line up the shot and I subtly press back into him. He starts a little but doesn’t loose focus. I press my hips back a little more and grind my ass over his cock.

“Fucking hell baby,” he mutters, stepping back quickly.

“You ok?” One of our opponents asks.

“Just fine,” Mammon answers between gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at me.

I blink back at him innocently before calling and sinking the shot. I lean against the pool table and smile at Mammon as he collects our winnings and then walks back over to me.

“Nice shot baby,” he says as he leans down to kiss me gently.

“Couldn’t have done it without you Mr. Wolf,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyelids flutter at the sound of the name and he shivers in delight. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the pool table, standing between my legs.

“Say it again,” he growls.

“Say what?”

“You damn well know what.” He nips at my earlobe. “Say. It. Again.”

I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. ��“Come here and kiss me Mr. Wolf.”

“Fuuuck.” He brings his lips down on mine, jerking me into a rough kiss. I flick my tongue against his and he moves to grind against me, stopping himself at the last moment.

“Hey you two, knock it off!” A playful voice reprimands us as a dishtowel smacks against the side of Mammon’s face.

We break apart sheepishly and Mammon helps me down from the pool table.

“Sorry Grace,” I apologize to the bar’s titular owner.

“No you’re not.” She smirks at me, brown eyes shining.

“Not even a little.”

She laughs, pushing her white hair out of her eyes. “How much did you take off those tourists?”

“$100.”

“Play you for it,” she challenges Mammon with a grin.

“Feelin’ luckier tonight than ya were a few days ago?” He smirks.

I think I’ll leave before the shit talking truly starts.

I kiss his cheek for luck. “I’m going to go talk to Jordan.”

“Bring me another beer when you come back?”

“Sure thing my love.”

Mammon smacks my ass as I walk away and when I turn back to glare at him he and Grace are both laughing. I smile and roll my eyes before making my way to the other side of the pub, looking for Grace’s wife. I find her cleaning glasses at the far end of the bar.

“Hey you,” she greets me as I slide onto a bar stool. “Where’s your man at tonight?”

I nod towards the pool tables. “Playing pool with your wife.”

She chuckles. “Get you anything?”

“Two more pints of Guinness?”

“Sure thing kiddo. Do you mind if I finish these glasses up first?”

I shake my head then rest my chin in the palm of my hand to relax and watch her work. A loud whoop comes from the direction of the pool tables; Jordan and I both look over to see Mammon sink a trick shot. He looks up, searching the bar for me, wanting to show off. He relaxes and smiles wide when he realizes I’ve already been watching him and gives me a small wave.

“When are going to marry that boy?”

“Hmm?” I twist on my stool to face Jordan. “Sorry, what did you say?”

She grins at me. “I said, when are you going to marry that boy?”

“Just as soon as I can,” I answer softly.

She frowns a little, pale blue eyes studying me carefully. “Somethin’ not working out with the wedding planning?”

I stare at her, mouth open. “Someday you’re going to tell me how to do that.”

“You pick up a few things when you’ve been bartending as long as I have. So spill. What’s the problem?”

I shrug, tapping my fingernails on the bar top. “There’s nothing wrong.”

I think back to the earlier conversation at the beach. “Mammon has some......special circumstances and he isn’t able to fill out the paperwork so we can get married.”

She arches an eyebrow at me. “So?”

“So........what?”

“So what does some paperwork matter? That’s not what makes the marriage.”

I keep tapping moodily on the bar top. “That’s what Mammon said too.”

Jordan grabs one of my hands. “Look kiddo, you think Grace and I had legal paperwork when we got married in ‘79? We wrote our own vows and got married anyway and we’re 41 years strong.”

I nod, following along.

“Let me ask you something; where ever you two are going after this, is having legal paperwork going to make any difference to your situation?”

“No.”

She grins at me. “And I know you’re both over 18. So go on and marry that boy your way.”

I find myself grinning back at her. “Thanks Jordan.”

She slides two more pints of Guinness across the bar. “No worries. But it looks like your guy could use a little rescuing.”

I turn to see a petite redhead standing entirely too close Mammon. As I look on she reaches out and strokes his arm with her fingers, smiling brightly at him. He quickly steps out of reach, looking down at her in confusion.

I dig a twenty out of my pocket and slap it down on the bar. “Thanks Jordan.”

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

I grab the two pints and purposefully stalk back to the pool tables.

Is this what Mammon feels like all the time? Jesus Christ. No wonder he gets cranky.

I set the two pints down on the pool table then hug Mammon from behind, slipping my hands into his front pockets.

“Make a new friend baby?” I ask.

A rush of air leaves Mammon as he sighs in relief. “Nope. Just missin’ you.”

He moves me to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

The redhead frowns prettily, eyes flickering between Mammon and me. “I didn’t know you were here with someone.”

I hold my hand out. “I’m Arianthi. His wife.”

Mammon momentarily starts behind me before sighing happily and hugging me to him more tightly. “My wife,” he echoes.

“Amy.” She gingerly shakes my hand. “Um, well.....I should be getting back to my friends.”

I hear Mammon chuckle behind me as she scurries back to her friends.

“What was that all about? Were ya feelin’ jealous?” Mammon’s tone is equal parts shock and amusement.

I turn in his arms to face him. “Yes.”

His mouth drops open. “Oh. I didn’t think you’d admit it.”

I laugh then nuzzle my face into his chest, mumbling softly.

“What’d you say baby?”

I sigh. “I said you’re mine.”

He grins down at me. “Goddamn right I am.”

“I didn’t like seeing her touch you. At all.”

“Ohh, I like this cute little face you make when you’re jealous.” Mammon runs his fingers along my jaw. “Thanks for rescuing me baby.”

I give him a soft kiss. “Anytime. Now drink your beer before it gets warm.”

We stay at Grace’s until last call then wander back to the our beach house hand in hand. I dreamily gaze at Mammon as we walk, admiring his profile in the soft light of the moon. His hair and gold jewelry stand out in stark relief against his tan skin, and his blue eyes glow in the darkness.

Mammon catches me looking. “Oi! Whaddya starin’ at?”

“You.”

“What for?” He grumbles.

“You’re really pretty Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes go wide and his face flushes. “O-o-oh.”

I slip a hand in one of the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze. “You’ve got a great ass too.”

“Yeah?” He gives me a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah.”

We climb the porch steps and I wait while Mammon fumbles with his keys to unlock the door. I stand behind him, pressing my breasts against his back and running my hands along his thighs.

Mammon’s hands shake a little and he nearly drops his keys. “Damn it baby.”

He tries to sound gruff but the breathy tone of his voice gives away his excitement. I reach around to stroke him though his jeans and smile at his sharp intake of breath.

I lean forward to kiss his neck. “Come on Mr. Wolf.......get door open so we can go play.”

Mammon groans, hurriedly shoving the key into the lock and turning it so quickly I’m afraid he’s going to snap it off. He quickly pushes me inside, kicking the door shut behind us before he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom.

I yelp in surprise when he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress. “Mammon!”

“You’ve been teasin’ me all damn night,” he mutters, yanking his shirt over his head. “Rubbin’ that cute ass on me, feelin’ me up every chance ya got.”

He kicks his boots off next. “Kissin’ on my neck the way ya know I like it.” He unzips his jeans. “Makin’ me a goddamn horny mess.”

He steps to the edge of the bed and pulls his cock free of his jeans, stroking and staring at me hungrily. “Get over here and finish what ya started in the shower.”

I shiver in excitement and my eyes roll back in my head a little.

Stern Mammon makes his appearance.

“Right away Mr. Wolf,” I murmur, moving so that I’m lying on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, moving to to stand over me. “Are ya sure baby? I-I don’t know if I can be gentle about this right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be gentle Mammon.” I look up at him and very deliberately open my mouth wide.

He lets out a guttural moan and works his jeans down a little lower on his hips. Cock hard and heavy in his hand, he strokes as he rubs the head over my lips and tongue, teasing me and letting me taste his pre-cum. He’s trying to ease me into it, to not start off too rough right away; his hands are trembling, the muscles in his legs straining against his urge to give in and ruthlessly fuck my face.

I reach out and grip the back of his thighs with my hands, urging him forward. He looks down at me uncertainly. I urge him forward a little more, opening my mouth wider and taking his cock deeper into the warmth of my mouth. The fragile thread of his self control snaps and Mammon places his hands on the mattress, one on either side of my head, and rocks his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

My back arches up off of the bed and I choke a little as I take the entire length of Mammon’s cock into my mouth. His eyes widen in alarm and he attempts to pull back but I dig my fingertips into the soft flesh of his thighs, holding him still. His hands grip the sheets and he hisses in pleasure.

“Ya really want it like that?”

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles.

Mammon’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a deep growl. “Tap my leg three times if ya need to breathe.”

He withdraws then snaps his hips forward repeatedly in a punishing rhythm, barely giving me a chance to take a breath before bottoming out in my mouth again. The sound of fabric ripping fills the room and cold air rushes over my chest. Mammon pushes the remains of my shirt and bra aside and caresses my breasts gently, the soft touch at odds with his rough treatment of my mouth.

I gasp around his cock as Mammon’s cool fingers tease my nipples, pinching and tugging them to sensitive buds. I close my eyes and relax my throat, humming in pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” Mammon’s voice is breathy and I can feel his his body tense as he nears orgasm.

I reach up and behind me to drag my fingernails down his abs, scraping gently at the sensitive flesh. Mammon shivers and thrusts into my mouth one final time, his thick, warm cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat as he moans out my name in pleasure. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths before pulling his softening cock out of my mouth and helping me sit up.

I swallow his cum and greedily suck in a deep breath of air before smirking at him. He immediately flushes pink and looks down at the floor shyly.

“Whaddya lookin’ at me like that for?”

I shrug out of the remains of my shirt and bra, using the ripped fabric to wipe my mouth and chin. “You’ve never used your strength like that before when we’ve......you know.”

His eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry. It just felt so good, it was too good baby, I just needed to.......”

“Don’t be sorry!” I reach out and pull him down onto the bed with me. “I liked it.”

I cuddle into him, dropping soft kisses down his neck and across his collarbone.

“Yeah?” Mammon smirks down at me.

“Oh yeah. You owe me a new bra though.”

He chuckles. “When we get back to the Devildom I’ll buy ya all the lingerie ya want baby.”

I laugh and tug on his jeans. “How ‘bout you take these off and get in bed with me?”

“After a blowjob like that I’ll do anything ya want me to.”

We both shimmy out of our jeans and slip beneath the cool sheets, cuddling close to each other for warmth. I curl my fingers tightly around the object I pulled out of the pocket of my jeans before I got into bed.

Mammon taps a finger against my closed fist, smiling softly. “Whatcha got there baby?”

I reach for his hand and gently press a simple platinum band into his palm. He looks at me in confusion then raises the ring to look at the writing on the inside of the band.

“What’s this say?” He asks softly, tracing the engraving with one slender finger.

“Da mi basia mille, dein mille altera,” I whisper, running my thumb gently over his full lower lip. “’Give me a thousand kisses, then a thousand more’. It’s Latin, from a love poem by Catullus.”

I take the ring from him and slip it onto the ring finger of his left hand. He gasps quietly, blue eyes flying up to meet mine.

“I love you so much Mammon. You are the only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life. I promise I will always be on your side; I will always be your best friend and your fiercest protector. I promise to make you laugh every single day, and to never let you forget how very loved and wanted you are. I’m so excited to build a life with you and to see you be a father to our children. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you and I’m so proud to call you my husband.”

I bring his hand to my lips and gently kiss each finger, lingering on his wedding band.

Mammon gives me a shaky smile and pulls me tight to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my fingertips and he presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“If ya would’ve told me a year and a half ago I’d be gettin’ married and tryin’ to start a family and bein’ more responsible I woulda thought you were out of your damn mind. Especially if ya told me I’d be gettin’ married to a human.”

I swat at his chest playfully and he grabs my hand, kissing my fingertips.

“I’m bein’ serious when I say you are the very best thing that has ever happened to me. And I’ve been alive a long damn time. You’ve always made me feel important; you make me brave and you make me confident. I promise I’ll always keep you and our family safe. I’m gonna work so hard to never let ya down again. I can’t promise I never will but I’m always gonna try. I promise to keep bein’ your best friend and to always put ya first. I’m gonna do everything possible to be the best husband and dad I can be. I love ya so damn much it hurts sometimes, but I’m never gonna stop. I’ll love ya until my very last breath. Thank you so much for bein’ my wife baby.”

Mammon holds me close and cups my face in his hands, kissing me softly, a few happy tears dropping onto my cheeks. I thread my fingers through his silky hair and pull slowly on his bottom lip with my teeth. He sighs into my mouth and I brush his tongue with mine, tasting him. I grip his hips and slowly pull him on top of me, arching my body up to meet his.

“Please Mammon.......I need you,” I murmur against his lips, breathless with lust and happiness.

His whole body shudders at my whispered request and a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks. “I need you too,” he replies, shifting his body so that his hips rest between my thighs.

Mammon lowers his head to my neck as one large hand slides down my waist to my hip. He drops a series of feather light kisses against my neck and I throw my head back against the pillows, giving a soft gasp of pleasure when he slides one slender finger deep into my pussy.

He moves his head lower and gently sucks on of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and fangs. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly and whimper when he slowly adds a second finger. He strokes me gently, delicately, taking his time to work me into a frenzy. Mammon’s mouth moves to my other nipple to lavish it with attention while his fingers slide out of my pussy to trace teasing circle around my clit.

“Mammon.......” I let go of the sheets to card my hands through his hair, flinching in surprise when I suddenly feel his ......horns?

My eyes fly open to see Mammon above me, still stroking and suckling, fully in his demon form, his wings spread wide as he pleasures me. I slide my hands into his hair again and teasingly stroke the skin around the base of his horns.

“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, before his eyes open wide in realization and he starts to pull away from me. “I’m so so-”

I grab his face in my hands and pull him back down to me, passionately kissing him. “Don’t you dare apologize,” I order him when finally break the kiss.

“’I’ve never shifted in the middle before, I mean.......you don’t mind if I stay like this while we.......” He trails off, the tips of his ears scarlet.

I stretch languidly, pressing my body flush to his. “Not even a little bit Mr. Wolf.”

He smiles at me shyly. “Well in that case......”

Mammon lowers his head, kissing and biting along my collarbone, before working his way up my neck and across my jaw. His hands caress my thighs and he gently pushes my legs back until my knees are touching my chest. He gives me a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue entering my mouth at the same moment he slides his cock into my pussy. He slowly bottoms out, rolling his hips as his thick cock stretches me.

“Tell me how ya want me Ari,” he whispers.

“Be gentle with me tonight Mammon.”

He nods, pressing soft kisses all over my face as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and pulls out, before slowly thrusting back into me as deep as he possibly can. He presses his face against my neck, sliding his hands up the mattress to grip mine and pin them above my head. I don’t resist, fully surrendering my body to his worship.

“You are everything,” he murmurs, mouthing at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, continuing his slow, deep thrusts. He keeps my wrists pinned with one hand and uses his other to slowly trace the curve of my waist down to my hip.

I arch my body, trying to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.

Mammon’s hand slides back up to cup my jaw and he tenderly brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me adoringly; his blue eyes soft and hazy with tears of joy and love. I raise my hips to meet his every deep thrust, captivated by the way his body moves as he fucks me.

He pulls away from me for a moment to adjust our position, lowering my legs and allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He pushes up to his knees and lifts my hips to thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I bite down hard on my lower lip in an effort to stop from screaming out.

His hand comes back up to stroke my cheek and he gently works his thumb into my mouth.

“None of that baby,” he purrs, rolling his hips, each movement carefully calculated to allow his thick cock to stretch me even further. “I wanna hear every little noise ya make tonight.”

“Yes Mr. Wolf,” I mumble around his thumb.

His eyes roll back a little as his hips stutter. “Keep that up and I’ll cum before ya know it,” he mutters.

I grab his hand, guiding it down to my breast and whisper, “I’m sorry Mr. Wolf. Please forgive me?”

He groans, hands tightening on my breast and hip so hard that his fingernails prick my skin. A shudder runs through his wings and he snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “More Mammon, more.”

He smirks at me, pulling all the way out before thrusts his cock back into my pussy excruciatingly slowly while his lazily circles my clit with one fingertip.

“You said ya wanted gentle baby,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna work ya up nice and slow. Make ya cum so hard and leave ya so fucked out you won’t wanna leave this bed for days.”

Mammon rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he buries his cock in my pussy, sending me over the edge. He holds still as I cum, my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.

“Fuck I love makin’ you cum.” He resumes his languid pace, slowly working my body up to my next orgasm. “Do you even know how pretty you look, cummin’ all over my cock like that? And ya feel so fuckin’ good, all tight and wet just for me-”

He moans loudly and buries his face into my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him to hold his body flush to mine. I slide one hand into his hair, reaching up to grip one of his horns.

“Ari.........Ari please baby,” he whimpers, nipping at my neck. “I’m gonna cum if ya keep doin’ that.”

I snake my other hand into his hair, gently wrapping my fingers around his other horn. “Cum for me then. I’m so close.....I want you to cum with me Mammon.”

He shivers in response and his wings flutter. “Yes........yes baby.”

I kiss his neck, leaving gentle bites, and close my eyes as I lose myself in the sound of our breathy moans and the feel of his cock deep in my pussy. Suddenly he presses his forehead against mine.

“Look at me baby, please. I need to see you,” Mammon whimpers, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

I look up at him; taking in his disheveled white hair and the way small beads of sweat roll down the firm muscles of his chest. He bites his lip, hungrily looking down at me with wide blue eyes. I feel my second orgasm coming on, hot and quick. I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him gently, tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue.

Two more deep strokes and I orgasm again, my body pressed tight against Mammon’s. He follows me quickly, whimpering as my pussy clenches around his cock and his warm cum fills me.

We stay joined for several long moments and kiss softly while Mammon cradles me close to his chest, his wings draped over us.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too. So much,” Mammon replies, nuzzling his nose against mine.

Thirty minutes later I emerge from the shower, smiling to myself when I walk back into the bedroom and hear Mammon snoring softly. He’s stretched out on his stomach, his head cradled on his right arm, while his left arm is flung out in front of him and resting on my pillow. The early morning light seeps through the window, highlighting the bright white of his hair and making the platinum of his wedding band spark.

Too adorable. Must. Take. Picture.

I find my D.D.D. and snap a quick picture, writing a quick caption and uploading it to Devilgram. I tag Mammon in the picture and grin when I notice that he’s made a change to his Devilgram page.

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Several hours later Diavolo is sitting in his office at R.A.D., taking a break from a mountain of paperwork that has accumulated since Arianthi has been in the human realm.

With Mammon.

Diavolo’s face darkens and he scrolls through his D.D.D. searching for something to take his mind off of her. His eyes suddenly widen and he grits his teeth, the small muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares down at the screen of his D.D.D. His hand tightens on the device and it shatters, small pieces of plastic raining down onto the surface of his desk.

Barbatos silently steps forward and sweeps the remnants of the D.D.D. into a small wastebasket and makes a mental note to pick up a new one for his master.

Barbatos says nothing as he watches Diavolo despondently cradle his head in his hands. The only sound he makes is a soft sigh as he exits Diavolo’s office. If only Diavolo had listened to his subtle suggestions on wooing Arianthi. Things could have been so very, very different for his lord.

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Jax and the six demon brothers lounge in the living room after dinner.

“Has anyone heard from Arianthi or Mammon today?” Lucifer inquires as he sifts through student applications to R.A.D.

“Not me,” Satan answers without looking up from his book.

“Nope,” Beel and Belphie say in unison.

Levi and Jax shake their heads while Asmo frowns down at his D.D.D. in concentration.

“Asmo?” Lucifer raises his voice to catch his younger brother’s attention.

“What?!” Asmo asks, startled.

“I asked if anyone has heard from Mammon or Arianthi today.”

Asmo shakes his head then returns his attention to his D.D.D. and frowns again.

“Is there something wrong Asmodeus?”

“Oh, no. Mammon changed his screen name on Devilgram is all.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes before picking up a pen and turning his attention back to his work.

Jax lays their head in Beel’s lap and smiles up at him as they pull out their D.D.D. Beel gently runs his fingers through their hair before opening his potions textbook and beginning to read.

Jax brings up Devilgram up to check Arianthi’s page, curious to see if she’s uploaded any new vacation photos. They pause on her newest photo of Mammon and give a soft smile.

“Awwwww,” they coo, drawing the attention of the brothers.

Levi quirks an eyebrow at them. “What was that for?”

“Arianthi posted a really cute picture on Devilgram of Mammon sleeping.”

“What!” The brothers all scramble for their D.D.D.s to check the post.

Lucifer smirks while Levi and Satan snicker and Asmo re-blogs it.

“This is too good,” Belphie chuckles. “I wonder if he’ll make her take it down once he sees it.”

“It’s cute,” Beel murmurs, leaning down to kiss Jax’s forehead.

Jax smiles at the picture one last time and starts to exit Devilgram when something in the picture catches their attention. They scroll to Mammon’s page then quickly go back to Arianthi’s page.

“Holy shit those crazy bitches really did it!” They exclaim, sitting up so quickly they startle Beel into dropping his book.

“Who did what now?” Levi asks, annoyed.

“They got married!”

“Who did?”

Asmo’s eyes go wide as he puts the pieces together. “That’s why he changed his screen name!”

Lucifer scowls. “What are you two talking about?”

“Mammon and Arianthi got married!”

“WHAT?”

Jax motions everyone over to them and opens up Mammon’s Devilgram. “He changed his name to Mr. Mammon Wolf. Wolf is Arianthi’s last name.”

Everyone but Asmo looks at them skeptically.

“Now read her caption - ‘My present, my future, my forever’.”

Lucifer looks at him, completely unimpressed. “Is that supposed to mean something to us?”

Asmo sighs. “That caption is so disgustingly sweet only a newlywed would have written it.”

“Weak,” Levi scoffs at his younger brother.

Jax rolls their eyes and brings up the picture Arianthi posted of Mammon sleeping. “Look! Look at Mammon’s left hand.”

“Oh my dark lord,” Lucifer breathes.

“Is that....?” Satan whispers.

“That’s a wedding ring. I’d bet my right nipple on it,” Jax says triumphantly.

Mammon’s brothers share one long, shocked look while Jax sits in smug silence.

A small smile slowly forms on Lucifer’s face. “Well. It seems that we’ll need to prepare a party to welcome them home.

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After posting the picture to Devilgram I slip back into bed with Mammon, snuggling under his arm and close to his chest.

His eyes blink open slowly and he gives me a soft smile. “Hey wife,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hey husband,” I murmur, gently brushing my lips over his.

Mammon chuckles and his arm tightens around me. “How ya feelin’?”

“Sleepy. Happy. Loved.” I sigh in contentment as I sink deeper into his embrace.

He kisses my forehead. “How ‘bout we get a little more sleep and then I’ll show ya just how loved ya are?”

I roll onto my side and he pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest, and he curls his body around mine protectively.

“I love you baby,” Mammon say softly, kissing the back of my neck.

“I love you too,” I murmur as my eyelids flutter shut and I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in my husband’s arms.

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