[The moment those sharp teeth met tender flesh, Blitzø could feel the owl’s body lurch upwards, a yelp catching in his throat. The grip Stolas had on the imp's scalp tightened around the delicate spines as the tremor of pleasant pain tickled under his skin. Even though his feathers would conceal the mark, the lingering feeling of fangs would would remain. Who knew nipples would be this much fun?
The goetic demon cooed as his free hand drifted across the imp's back to slip around to claw at the buttons of his coat at the front. He wanted the damn thing off. Briefly he toyed with the idea of returning the favor Blitzø had shown him and tear it open. But he resisted. Instead he gave a subtle hint of his desire by hooking a finger down the front hem, giving it a gentle tug.]
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The goetic demon cooed as his free hand drifted across the imp's back to slip around to claw at the buttons of his coat at the front. He wanted the damn thing off. Briefly he toyed with the idea of returning the favor Blitzø had shown him and tear it open. But he resisted. Instead he gave a subtle hint of his desire by hooking a finger down the front hem, giving it a gentle tug.]