[Ohhh, Stolas is fucking around with some horny magic, huh? Setting down the coffees, Blitzø quickly slid up to the lanky owl, grabbing and raking his claws over Stolas' hips.]
I see you're pre-gaming tonight, huh. Whatcha got there?
[Feeling claws run through his feather caused the owl to tremble. Oh, the man of the hour had arrived. Looking down at the imp, the prince gave him a smile as he reached down to stroke the white scar of his face with a tender hand.]
I guess you could say that. I found the most interesting book while on my last job. It has a polymorph spell where I can change my gender temporarily. I thought I might be fun to try out~ Then you could really fuck this 'bird pussy'.
[There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pulled away, walking over to his bed side, book still in his talons.]
Says here I can modify my outward appearance to suit my preference. So Blitz~ [Stolas turned to perch himself on the edge of his bed, a glowing hand raised.] What shall it be? I'll let you decide.
[Slightly hamming it up, Blitzø followed Stolas to the bed, leaning over the bird and his book with an impish smile.]
I appreciate all body shapes and types. So you should pick... do you wanna try out getting your dick sucked? Or a fat clit? Maybe I can twist some perky nipples on some good feathery tits?
That all sounds good to me. So shuffle the deck, Stolas, and pick your cards.
[Oh? Wasn't that an enticing idea that had not crossed the goetic prince's mind. Being an avian demon he lacked certain body anatomy of other male hellborns had... Perhaps another time he would give himself the equipment to fuck his little imp. But tonight, the owl had a different plan.]
As you wish~
[With a flick of his talons, the glowing glyphs that made up the magical insignia shifted to his specific preferences. When he was done fiddling with the runes he stood up to stand in front of Blitzø waving his hand once more as the magic circle appeared beneath Stolas' feet. For an instant, the owl's form was engulfed by a veil of blinding flash of rosy light. Only to reappear moments later in a spray of twinkling sparks. Standing before the imp was a familiar face, with some added features. The feathers on the goetia's head were a bit longer, giving him, or rather her a short bob look. Though most notably was the clear feminine shape of his outline. With the newly added edition of 'white meat' to his torso, it emphasized the slenderness of his natural waist before meeting his thighs.
Well, that worked. Feeling pleased with himself, Stolas preens.]
So... How does it look? Does it meet your standards?
[Stolas was going to take that as the imp's seal of approval on his new look. Giving Blitzø a little turn so he could take it all in, the owl also gave himself a once over.]
There is one thing that the spell didn't take into account. With my new form my clothes are a little.... snug in places.
[Stolas took a step forward towards Blitzø, leaning over to rest his wrists on the imp's shoulders.]
[Sure, no tits, but the extra breast meat is more than enough. And he knew Stolas - he'd love being "ravished".
So Blitzø smirked as he grabbed that waistcoat, and ripped the thing open in front, sending buttons dramatically flying. Stolas had more than enough money to tailor something new. The imp sunk his fingers into the feathery chest, feeling the difference... more padding, less intensely gaunt than before, and the feathers were longer and fluffier.]
[Stolas lets out a sharp gasp as Blitzø tore his coat open, sending his buttons into the four winds. Indeed the imp knew his taste so well, getting him all riled up with one simple gesture. Those long claws that groped at his new plumage made his skin tingle. While the owl did not fully understand the inherent attractiveness of traditional breast, given his own personal experience with them, however in the midst of the soft down the imp's fingers discovered two little nubs that wasn't there before. This new sensation of talons rolling across his nipples caused Stolas to visibly stiffen as he sucked in his breath, getting caught in his throat.]
Oh hoh, what's this? You've got two new little weak points.
[He'll push Stolas backwards onto the bed and crawl over him, one hand sinking back into the feathers and finding that nub whilst he buried his face into the down and started licking at the other. Stolas always had a better time with plenty of foreplay and teasing.]
[Another little hoot escape the owl as he was pushed back into the bed. Oh how he loved it when the imp took charge like this. Stolas squirmed under Blitzø as he continued to toy with his new body. It didn't take long for the prince to softly fill the air sweet moans, reaching up to lace his talons long the spines of the imp's head.]
Want me to mark up these pretty little titties already? I might get a taste for white meat.
[He'll absolutely oblige, of course, biting a tight circle around the entirety of the nipple. The feathers hid the ring, but Stolas would definitely be feeling it.]
[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.]
[That was always the hottest part of Stolas. The way the man was so desperately attracted to him. Such a little slut, and it made Blitzø want to show off all the more. He plucked his buttons free with just one hand, skillfully, tugging his clothes aside slowly and putting on a show of it.]
[The owl's voice was barely a whisper as he gaze back up with a sultry gleam in his eyes, enjoying the view. Did the imp know how incredibly hot he was? It drove him mad with desire.
Fuck.
He couldn't stand it anymore. The moment he saw bare skin Stolas reached up to slip his greedy hands under Blitzø’s shirt. Running up the imp's stomach, the prince dragged his palms along the length of his torso, feeling every little dent and divet of muscle before caressing the curve of the hellborn’s pecs. Oh Satan, he wanted him, bad.]
[The slight threat of talons, the gentle sharpness accompanying desperate and curious hands, fuck, Stolas' touch always felt so fucking good. Ever since he got used to fucking he was so good at it.]
Hungry for it, huh, baby bird? Don't worry, I'll find all the right places on your cute new body.
[Tossing his jacket to the side, Blitzø tugged off the prince's bottom and off of those long, long legs before lifting them up and over his shoulders.]
[Oh hot damn. Now things were starting to really pick up steam. Laying there, completely bare for the imp to see, nothing appeared to be significantly different other than the owl's over all outward shape. Silky gray feathers covered every inch of him, some being bit longer than before giving the goetic demon more defined curves.
But man... Stolas never got tired of how lovely his long legs looked draped over Blitzø’s shoulders. Their differences in height never cause much of an issue between them. In fact... it made this more fun for the prince. Watching the smaller demon to find ways to assert himself over him was a major turn on.
A naughty grin stretched across the bird's beak, linking his heels together behind the imp's head.]
Yes Darling~ Stuff me full.
Fold me into a pretzel. Snap me in two. I want you to fill me up with that big red dick of yours ♡
[He got so much better at dirty talk, too, with actual practice. He undid his pants and tugged them down, using his tail to bunch up Stolas' tail feathers so he didn't pin any under his knees when he crawled onto the bed, their groins tantilizingly close, his cock resting on a bed of silvery down.]
You're wet for me already, aren't you, you little desperate slut?
[Starting to rock, letting their heated areas rub oh so alluringly together, Blitzø smirked.]
Don't you worry, daddy's got a present for you.
[Sinking himself into Stolas completely, Blitzø hummed pleasurably, dragging a wet tongue through the chest feathers and along those bite marks to bring the pleasant sting back to the forefront.]
[It always ruffled his feathers when Blitzø called him dirty little names. The imp was the only living soul he would allow to speak to him that way. The owl's eyes locked on to Blitzø's exposed member as he pulled down his pants to free it from its cloth prison. It took everything he had not to instinctively reach down to take it into his hands. He felt the weight of it resting on his stomach and his body ached. As if to answer the hellborn's question, where their bodies met, there was a patch of damp feathers that brushed the underside of the imp's dick. Raising his hips slightly, the goetia grinds into Blitzø's heat needily.]
Mmm... Yes, I'm Daddy's little Dirty Bird~
[Was all he managed to say before the imp entered him with one firm thrust. Holy shi-! The entirety of the owl's being bucked as his spine curled up into Blitzø and his arms flung over to grip the pillow for dear life, not able to breath briefly. It wasn't a strange occurrence for Stolas to have the imp's dick inside him but this… this was nothing like he had ever felt before. His insides were far more sensitive than before, setting all his nerves on edge. Was it always this tight? Combined with the imp going back on the attack of his hardened nubs, it was sensory overload. He could have climaxed right then and there. Shit. Blitzø was not playing fair.]
[Fuck, Blitzø thought, letting out a long, satisfied breath. It was different, still soaking and still tight in all the right places, but the way Stolas clenched around him was fantastic. And that intensity of arousal on the bird's face... heh. Good.]
Too deep, huh...
[He slid back, nearly sliding out, wanting to buck fiercely into the owl but waiting instead.]
We can go nice and painfully slow... or I could fuck you through orgasm after orgasm, Stolas.
[A whimper of disapproval groaned in the bird's throat as the imp retreated. He better not pull out after teasing him so ruthlessly. Instinctively the legs around Blitzø’s shoulders tightened to prevent the imp from slipping completely free.]
[Blitzø thrust deep, moaning low and smirking at how fucking good Stolas felt, switching his pace between swift thrusts and slow, deep, hard ones. Nothing consistent, nothing to tip the bird over the edge too fast, just enough to make the Prince of Hell beg.]
[A tremble shot up his spine as Blitzø slipped back inside, the owl exhaling a sigh of relief. With each new thrust the imp was rewarded with a symphony of sweet moans. The intensity of which directly corresponded to how well the murderer for hire was preforming. Stolas really hit the high notes every time the pace picked back up, really sinking his claws into the down pillows above his head, threatening to rip them open. But every time when the goeita was about to see the stars, Blitzø would switch up the tune on him, always keeping him on the brink. It was sweet torture. The owl was sopping wet but with how the imp had him pinned to the bed, it was difficult to find the leverage to press his hips back into him. This shit wasn't fair.]
Blitz, please... [Stolas' voice was growing hoarse.] More... Fuck me harder... I want you all the way up inside me where only you can reach~
[Another lustful squawk bounced off the wall of the prince's bedroom, his feathers standing on end. Thankfully for him, his daughter was away for the weekend to spare her the naughty sounds of her father getting unapologetically railed. Though the same however could not be said about the poor unfortunate imp Help Stolas had roaming in the palace. The pleasure that racked his body temperately rendered him unable to form proper words other that proclamations to a higher power. Blitzø was far too good, and he knew it. Bully him more.
Somehow, Stolas mustard up the strength to speak between his whimpering gasps.]
FUck- Yes! [Pants.] Give it to me Daddy~ I'm your filthy little whore.
[Sometimes, the man just made him speechless. It was just them, just the heat of their mingling bodies, just pleasure and wetness and dirty fucking love-making. Grabbing the owl's hips, Blitzø plunged deeper and folded him harder, all so he could actually reach that heart-shaped face for a sloppy, horny kiss.]
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I see you're pre-gaming tonight, huh. Whatcha got there?
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I guess you could say that. I found the most interesting book while on my last job. It has a polymorph spell where I can change my gender temporarily. I thought I might be fun to try out~ Then you could really fuck this 'bird pussy'.
[There was a wicked gleam in his eyes as he pulled away, walking over to his bed side, book still in his talons.]
Says here I can modify my outward appearance to suit my preference. So Blitz~ [Stolas turned to perch himself on the edge of his bed, a glowing hand raised.] What shall it be? I'll let you decide.
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[Slightly hamming it up, Blitzø followed Stolas to the bed, leaning over the bird and his book with an impish smile.]
I appreciate all body shapes and types. So you should pick... do you wanna try out getting your dick sucked? Or a fat clit? Maybe I can twist some perky nipples on some good feathery tits?
That all sounds good to me. So shuffle the deck, Stolas, and pick your cards.
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As you wish~
[With a flick of his talons, the glowing glyphs that made up the magical insignia shifted to his specific preferences. When he was done fiddling with the runes he stood up to stand in front of Blitzø waving his hand once more as the magic circle appeared beneath Stolas' feet. For an instant, the owl's form was engulfed by a veil of blinding flash of rosy light. Only to reappear moments later in a spray of twinkling sparks. Standing before the imp was a familiar face, with some added features. The feathers on the goetia's head were a bit longer, giving him, or rather her a short bob look. Though most notably was the clear feminine shape of his outline. With the newly added edition of 'white meat' to his torso, it emphasized the slenderness of his natural waist before meeting his thighs.
Well, that worked. Feeling pleased with himself, Stolas preens.]
So... How does it look? Does it meet your standards?
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Look at that. You are one sexy bad bitch, look how fat that ass is.
[Hot. He's hot, as a lady bird.]
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There is one thing that the spell didn't take into account. With my new form my clothes are a little.... snug in places.
[Stolas took a step forward towards Blitzø, leaning over to rest his wrists on the imp's shoulders.]
Would you be a dear and help liberate me?
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[Sure, no tits, but the extra breast meat is more than enough. And he knew Stolas - he'd love being "ravished".
So Blitzø smirked as he grabbed that waistcoat, and ripped the thing open in front, sending buttons dramatically flying. Stolas had more than enough money to tailor something new. The imp sunk his fingers into the feathery chest, feeling the difference... more padding, less intensely gaunt than before, and the feathers were longer and fluffier.]
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[He'll push Stolas backwards onto the bed and crawl over him, one hand sinking back into the feathers and finding that nub whilst he buried his face into the down and started licking at the other. Stolas always had a better time with plenty of foreplay and teasing.]
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Oh.. fffuuucck.... Use your teeth~
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[He'll absolutely oblige, of course, biting a tight circle around the entirety of the nipple. The feathers hid the ring, but Stolas would definitely be feeling it.]
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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.]
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[That was always the hottest part of Stolas. The way the man was so desperately attracted to him. Such a little slut, and it made Blitzø want to show off all the more. He plucked his buttons free with just one hand, skillfully, tugging his clothes aside slowly and putting on a show of it.]
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[The owl's voice was barely a whisper as he gaze back up with a sultry gleam in his eyes, enjoying the view. Did the imp know how incredibly hot he was? It drove him mad with desire.
Fuck.
He couldn't stand it anymore. The moment he saw bare skin Stolas reached up to slip his greedy hands under Blitzø’s shirt. Running up the imp's stomach, the prince dragged his palms along the length of his torso, feeling every little dent and divet of muscle before caressing the curve of the hellborn’s pecs. Oh Satan, he wanted him, bad.]
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Hungry for it, huh, baby bird? Don't worry, I'll find all the right places on your cute new body.
[Tossing his jacket to the side, Blitzø tugged off the prince's bottom and off of those long, long legs before lifting them up and over his shoulders.]
I'm gonna fold you in half.
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But man... Stolas never got tired of how lovely his long legs looked draped over Blitzø’s shoulders. Their differences in height never cause much of an issue between them. In fact... it made this more fun for the prince. Watching the smaller demon to find ways to assert himself over him was a major turn on.
A naughty grin stretched across the bird's beak, linking his heels together behind the imp's head.]
Yes Darling~ Stuff me full.
Fold me into a pretzel. Snap me in two. I want you to fill me up with that big red dick of yours ♡
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You're wet for me already, aren't you, you little desperate slut?
[Starting to rock, letting their heated areas rub oh so alluringly together, Blitzø smirked.]
Don't you worry, daddy's got a present for you.
[Sinking himself into Stolas completely, Blitzø hummed pleasurably, dragging a wet tongue through the chest feathers and along those bite marks to bring the pleasant sting back to the forefront.]
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Mmm... Yes, I'm Daddy's little Dirty Bird~
[Was all he managed to say before the imp entered him with one firm thrust. Holy shi-! The entirety of the owl's being bucked as his spine curled up into Blitzø and his arms flung over to grip the pillow for dear life, not able to breath briefly. It wasn't a strange occurrence for Stolas to have the imp's dick inside him but this… this was nothing like he had ever felt before. His insides were far more sensitive than before, setting all his nerves on edge. Was it always this tight? Combined with the imp going back on the attack of his hardened nubs, it was sensory overload. He could have climaxed right then and there. Shit. Blitzø was not playing fair.]
B-Blitz… Wait… I can't… It's too deep.
[Stolas breaths out the best he could.]
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Too deep, huh...
[He slid back, nearly sliding out, wanting to buck fiercely into the owl but waiting instead.]
We can go nice and painfully slow... or I could fuck you through orgasm after orgasm, Stolas.
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Fuck me Blitz.
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[Blitzø thrust deep, moaning low and smirking at how fucking good Stolas felt, switching his pace between swift thrusts and slow, deep, hard ones. Nothing consistent, nothing to tip the bird over the edge too fast, just enough to make the Prince of Hell beg.]
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Blitz, please... [Stolas' voice was growing hoarse.] More... Fuck me harder... I want you all the way up inside me where only you can reach~
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[But he'll start ramping up his thrusts, managing not to shudder, himself, from how fucking good it felt. God Stolas was so wet and tight and pretty.]
But daddy'll give you a treat.
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Somehow, Stolas mustard up the strength to speak between his whimpering gasps.]
FUck- Yes! [Pants.] Give it to me Daddy~ I'm your filthy little whore.
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[Sometimes, the man just made him speechless. It was just them, just the heat of their mingling bodies, just pleasure and wetness and dirty fucking
love-making. Grabbing the owl's hips, Blitzø plunged deeper and folded him harder, all so he could actually reach that heart-shaped face for a sloppy, horny kiss.](no subject)
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