[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.]
[When Blitzø said he was going to fold him in half, he really meant fold him in half. The imp was putting the bird's flexibility to the test with the goetia's knees almost around his ears. But Blitzø wouldn't hear any complaints from him as he eagerly returned the sloppy kiss, snaking his long tongue around his. The way Blitzø devoured him like some wild beast excited him. Made him feel that the imp hungered for him, wanted him.
Fuck, Blitzø was in deep. With each penetrating thrust, the owl swore that his dick was kissing where a belly button would be. A tingling heat started to grow in his belly causing his insides to pulse and tighten. He was almost there, the a tidal wave waiting to crest. Lowering his arms that were bracing them from the board he wrapped them around the imp's back to hold him close as muffled moans passed between their lips.]
[Hell yes. The way Stolas was so loud and deliberate and present was fucking hot. Every thrust got a squeak, a moan, a cuss, all muffled in their wet kissing. He definitely wasn't going to last much longer than this, not that he'd mind fingering or eating out his bird if the other didn't make it.]
I'm gonna pump you full, fuckin' feathery cumdumpster, you're gonna beg for it. Gonna make your insides burn. Be a good cumdumpster for daddy and take it.
[Oh Satan, it absolutely drove the owl mad when Blitzø lost all control. Seeing the imp so into this just amplified his own pleasure ten fold. He made Blitzø this way, he made him want him. It was the best euphoria the prince could ask for. As long as the imp held it, the goetia returned the feverish kiss consumed by his desire for him. But when Blitzø pulled back, Stolas took that as a chance his catch his breath.]
Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me, my big dicked imp stallion. Fill me to the fucking briiiiim!
[The owl's last word sounded more like a loud squawk than any hellish tongue as his whole body seized, claws digging into the imp's shoulder blades. Stars flickered in the prince's eyes, hitting his peak causing his insides squeezed down tight and his legs to tremble in the air. Sweet merciless Satan, he's never came this hard before. Even after when the wave subsided, he clung to Blitzø though his breath was labored and head hung with messy feathers.]
[Fuck, Blitzø came hard too with how wild Stolas got. Heavy smooching turned into impish growling as he pulsed over and over in orgasm, going from kissing to nibbling to feisty biting at Stolas' neck to milk their pleasure for all it was worth. Fuuuuuck, that was a good one, and they hadn't even gotten out any of the fun toys they usually did to goof around beforehand.]
[A chuckle rumbled deep in the owl's throat, lifting his head to look the imp is the eyes.]
Where you a bit backed up, Darling? Better have more in reserve~ I won't be satisfied until you're cuming dry. [Stolas peppered the imp's face and neck with lazy kisses.] Give me five minutes and I'll be good for round two.
[Stolas had a death grip on his phone the whole time waiting for Blitzø to get back him. Anxious he paces his bedroom and paused in front of his full length mirror. Staring back at him was his altered self from that wild, and passionate, night. He had been stuck in this body for over a week, stumping him as for the reason behind it. Countless times he read over the spell thinking maybe he made a mistake, but no matter what he tried, nothing worked. It wasn't until today he finally figured out why.
It was barely noticeable at first, the bugle is gut. Could have been caused by eating fat too much. Which... his appetite had shifted. However there was no denying it now. It was still hard to miss but there was a beginning of a bump emerging from the owl’s pelvic region. An egg.
Dressed in his red robe, he brushed his palm over his stomach. There was a whirlwind of emotions that collided together. Excitement, confusion, and fear. It started the goetia when the phone buzzed in his hand and he adjusted his night gown to conceal his secret.]
I have something urgent I need to discuss with you. I know you're busy but I really would like to see you. I feel this news requires a face to face conversation.
[Oh great, sounds serious and probably bad news. Looking forward to THAT. Could Moxxie and Millie handle the job and the customer on their own, even with how unruly the customer was being? Eh... they had Loona, they would probably be fine and Millie could be trusted with the wrap up of the sale afterwards. After a bit of false starts when typing where he was initially typing all those thoughts out, he finally just sends,]
b ther in 10
[Enough time to wrap up and give instructions and then portal his way into the palace.]
[By the time Blitzø portaled himself to Stolas’ room, the giant owl had stopped his nervous pacing and was sitting on the edge of his massive bed. There was no hiding that he was sporting the same appearance from the last time they where together. Even though that the prince managed to collect himself, somewhat- his crossed leg was bouncing, there was still a tense look on the goetia's face. The moment to laid eyes on the imp, Stolas bolted up off the bed.]
G-good evening, Darling. Thank you for coming on such short notice. Please come in. You might want to sit down.
My what? [Cue some confused blinking at the imp until it clicked, eyes fluttering.] No no no! That's not it. I'm quite comfortable in my own body. I've been stuck like this since our last rendezvous.
[Stolas took a moment to collect his thoughts, playing nervously with the long feathers that framed his face. Oh dear... here we go. What would be the imp's reaction to all this? Moving to stand in front of him, Stolas huffed a long sigh.]
After you left, I couldn't figure out why I wasn't able to return to my original form. I must have tried that spell a dozen times, but noting I did worked. It recently came to my attention on to the reason that is.... Uh... You see... [Stolas' eyes darted to the floor, tapping his talons together.] I didn't realize when I performed the spell the extent of how it would change my body. So when I changed my sex it did more than alter my outward appearance. Blitz.... I'm gravid.
[As emphasizes he adjusted his robes in a way to display the small protruding bump that was growing in his belly.]
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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
Fuck, Blitzø was in deep. With each penetrating thrust, the owl swore that his dick was kissing where a belly button would be. A tingling heat started to grow in his belly causing his insides to pulse and tighten. He was almost there, the a tidal wave waiting to crest. Lowering his arms that were bracing them from the board he wrapped them around the imp's back to hold him close as muffled moans passed between their lips.]
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I'm gonna pump you full, fuckin' feathery cumdumpster, you're gonna beg for it. Gonna make your insides burn. Be a good cumdumpster for daddy and take it.
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Oh fuck, yes! Give it to me, my big dicked imp stallion. Fill me to the fucking briiiiim!
[The owl's last word sounded more like a loud squawk than any hellish tongue as his whole body seized, claws digging into the imp's shoulder blades. Stars flickered in the prince's eyes, hitting his peak causing his insides squeezed down tight and his legs to tremble in the air. Sweet merciless Satan, he's never came this hard before. Even after when the wave subsided, he clung to Blitzø though his breath was labored and head hung with messy feathers.]
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Fuuuuck... damn, Stolas...
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Where you a bit backed up, Darling? Better have more in reserve~ I won't be satisfied until you're cuming dry. [Stolas peppered the imp's face and neck with lazy kisses.] Give me five minutes and I'll be good for round two.
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By the time Stolas is trying to call him, it's in the middle of work. So his initial response is,]
call u back
[Which left the owl to sit on the news for like.. an hour. Before he got a follow up text.]
ok gud 2 talk
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It was barely noticeable at first, the bugle is gut. Could have been caused by eating fat too much. Which... his appetite had shifted. However there was no denying it now. It was still hard to miss but there was a beginning of a bump emerging from the owl’s pelvic region. An egg.
Dressed in his red robe, he brushed his palm over his stomach. There was a whirlwind of emotions that collided together. Excitement, confusion, and fear. It started the goetia when the phone buzzed in his hand and he adjusted his night gown to conceal his secret.]
I have something urgent I need to discuss with you. I know you're busy but I really would like to see you. I feel this news requires a face to face conversation.
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b ther in 10
[Enough time to wrap up and give instructions and then portal his way into the palace.]
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G-good evening, Darling. Thank you for coming on such short notice. Please come in. You might want to sit down.
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Figured out some shit, huh? Congrats. What're your pronouns, now?
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[Stolas took a moment to collect his thoughts, playing nervously with the long feathers that framed his face. Oh dear... here we go. What would be the imp's reaction to all this? Moving to stand in front of him, Stolas huffed a long sigh.]
After you left, I couldn't figure out why I wasn't able to return to my original form. I must have tried that spell a dozen times, but noting I did worked. It recently came to my attention on to the reason that is.... Uh... You see... [Stolas' eyes darted to the floor, tapping his talons together.] I didn't realize when I performed the spell the extent of how it would change my body. So when I changed my sex it did more than alter my outward appearance. Blitz.... I'm gravid.
[As emphasizes he adjusted his robes in a way to display the small protruding bump that was growing in his belly.]
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