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The windows were open, letting a fresh breeze into the palace. In the gardens, the trees had reached spring bloom, their proud branches arching upwards towards the sky.
It was in one of those trees that Blitzø was crouched, watching his target.
Feathers on display, long legs, slutty shoulders with a robe that hung off of them. The Goetia was a vision as he passed by the window to his room and paused, staring out into the dark.
His bird puss was out.
Blitzø's dick had never been harder.
The bird was the prettiest royal Blitzø ever seen. A royal he'd met as a kid, who'd called him his first friend. Who had long sexy legs and chest fluff to rival Angel Dust’s. Whose voice was like a balm to the fucking soul.
Stolas.
His obsession.
Between running his own assassin business and raising his daughter, he didn't have a ton of spare time. But what spare time he did have was always devoted to Stolas.
Following him, watching him through his window, taking pictures of him. Blitzø did it all. He was a world class stalker, if he did say so himself.
This evening he was perched in his favourite tree, binoculars in one hand and his cock in the other. It'd been a rough week, and Blitzø was in need of some TLC. Or an earth shattering orgasm. Maybe both. He gave his cock a few hard tugs, the spikes on the underside already filling out. Stolas got him going so fucking fast, even from this far away.
He shifted his position in the tree to better straddle a branch, freeing up a hand to get a better grip on his junk. He peered towards Stolas’ bedroom, squinting through his binoculars. Was that the balcony door opening?
He hadn't expected Stolas to venture out on the balcony today, but he wasn't complaining. Usually Stolas only came out when he was singing, but tonight he was silent. Blitzø was confused, but that didn't trump horny, so he continued to touch his cock.
Stolas opened the rest of the door, and slipped out onto the balcony. He was wearing his robe, held loosely closed by one hand. His slutty chest feathers were on full display, the whore. Blitzø wanted to jerk himself off all over them and then clean the bird up with his tongue. He wondered if he had nipples under those feathers or something he could play with, besides his pretty pussy.
Blitzø could hear himself making desperate little sounds as he played with his cock, so he bit the spade of his tail to shut himself up as he jerked it. His cock was throbbing, the tease of Stolas in his ratty slutty robe too much for him.
Thank fuck for his circus training, because at least balancing in this fucking tree was a cinch.
Stolas sighed, slumping onto the balcony railing, and staring up at the moon. His red eyes looked sad, but even that wasn't enough to take away from how fucking sexy he looked. Satan curse that slutty little robe he loved so much. Blitzø was practically drooling around his spade to keep himself quiet.
One of Stolas’ shoulders slipped out from the robe as he sighed sadly and gave a forlorn look at the sky. Blitzø wondered if he was in for a sad song tonight. If so, he'd better come first.
He imagined biting those shoulders. Thrusting into that pretty pussy that was barely hidden by a bush of fluffy feathers.
He wondered what it looked like. How soft it would feel under his fingers. Around his cock.
The things he wanted to do to Stolas. How he wanted to fuck him and possess him, keep him just for himself, away from the rest of Hell who didn't deserve him. Stolas was all delicate and shit, always singing to his books and petting his plants or whatever the fuck. He needed someone to protect him. To keep him safe from the outside world.
Blitzø also wanted to lick every inch of him, touch every spot that made him moan and cry out, and fuck him in every position known to demonkind. Lift him by his slutty waist and seat him on his cock. Or press him chest first over the railing and rail him from behind. Heh. Rail.
He wanted to undo Stolas, the way Stolas had undone him without even knowing he existed.
He watched Stolas' pretty mouth sigh, imagining it wrapped around his dick instead. He wondered how far he'd be able to take it. If he'd choke or swallow it smoothly when Blitzø thrust into his throat. All he knew was that he wanted to make Stolas gag around his cock. Or maybe the slutty bird didn't even have a gag reflex, and Blitzø could fuck his throat as deep as he wanted. He imagined Stolas the next day, voice rough from being used, already begging to suck him off again. Fuck.
Blitzø came, splattering the bark of the tree with thick ropes of cum.
Fuck yeah.
He watched Stolas for a while more as he came down from his high, his cock softening. Damn, Stolas was so pretty. So soft and beautiful in the moonlight. Blitzø tried to focus on that, not the lonely feeling clawing at his chest.
Maybe one day he'd work up the courage to talk to the beautiful bird again. Not that their one day as kids really counted.
Or the time he'd followed him out shopping in disguise and had told him he looked good. Fuck, that had been thrilling.
Yeah, maybe one day he'd talk to him for real.
Probably not, but an imp could dream.
He watched until Stolas went inside, closing the balcony door behind him. He felt instantly a thousand times more lonely now that Stolas was out of sight.
Oh well. There was always tomorrow. And the next day. And the day after that.
With a sigh, Blitzø slithered back down the tree and made his way home.
Blitzø watched Stolas leave with his daughter for the day, itching to follow him. He liked seeing Stolas with his kid. Not in a perverted way. Gross. But it made him feel kinda…happy? Like maybe one day he and Loonie could join them or something.
But no. He had a mission today. He had the day off between actual IMP missions. Blowing heads off didn't tend to have the most steady schedule, which worked well with his extra curricular.
See, Blitzø had found a door to the palace that bafflingly seemed unguarded and unlocked. Stupid fuckers in this palace were way too lax on security. Any sick fuck could just slip right in.
He slipped in, a silent shadow sticking close to the walls. It didn't take him long to find Stolas' room, and he didn't run into a single soul on his way there.
This was too fucking easy. He should have done this ages earlier. Who knows what he could have gotten into by now.
No one was there, so Blitzø took his time looking around, trying to memorize the interior layout of Stolas' room. The room looked fancy in a generic kind of way, without much to suggest what Stolas' personality was like beyond a few plants.
Damn, Stolas would seem downright boring if Blitzø didn't know any better.
Stolas' room smelled incredible though. He could smell his preening oil, primrose and sandalwood. Blitzø had followed him to the fancy fuckin’ store the bird bought it from once. It was his favourite oil to jerk off with now.
His sheets were rumpled, and Blitzø wasted no time, beelining towards the bed. If he was lucky the sheets might still be warm.
They weren't, unfortunately. Damn it. Well at least his sheets were soft. The softest thing Blitzø had felt in a long time.
He rolled around a little, dragging the edge of the blanket over him. Fuck. Stolas slept in this bed. Maybe he would even find a stray feather for his collection.
He knew he was pathetic. Knew that Stolas would turn him to stone in an instant if he knew that he'd invaded his home like this. But fuck, it was worth it.
His dick was getting hard, and he rolled his hips into the bed. Damn, not enough friction. But Satan, being surrounded by Stolas’ scent like this was driving him wild, and he found himself moving up the bed towards the pillows.
Stolas had a lot of little fancy fuckin’ pillows on his bed, even a deeply tempting cylinder shaped one, but Blitzø wanted the one Stolas actually laid on. He pushed through the throw pillows until he found Stolas’ pillow. He shoved his nose into it and inhaled deeply, knowing that this must be what Stolas smelled like, as close as Blitzø would ever get. It was musky, with a hint of floral. It was sexy as fuck.
Fuck, Blitzø could spend his whole day there, just smelling his pillow. He found himself holding the pillow and rubbing his face on it, a rumbling purr building in his chest. Fuck, he was horny and soft as fuck for the bird.
He sniffed the pillow again, before he began to push it down towards his hips. He knew it was disgusting, but the idea that Stolas would lay his head on something that Blitzø had fucked…it was enough to have his cock throbbing in his pants. He rolled his hips, slowly, and let out a ragged groan as his cock pressed against the pillow. That felt so fucking good.
He repeated the motion again, his cock chafing against his clothes in a way that just made him hotter. He would get his cock out and fuck the pillow bare, but he was scared that he'd get jizz on it and Stolas would know someone had been in his room. Or some unfortunate imp butler would get fired.
It took everything he had in him to pull back and keep exploring the room. He wanted to just lay there, fuck the pillow and feel those fancy soft sheets on him as he came.
But no. Jizzing on Stolas' fancy bed was off limits, so he wrenched himself away, leaving the pillow alone on the bed as he moved on to explore.
He touched the top of the fancy dresser thing softly. It had a huge curved mirror, but nothing to indicate the personality of the owner, except for the scattered toiletries. The preening oil he had jerked off with so many times, fucking into his slick fist. A lotion, which he looked up online, and then added to his Hellazon cart to buy after the next IMP mission as a reward. (Stolas had expensive taste, damn.) And a small pair of scissors, though Blitzø didn't know if they were for feathers or for plants.
Moving on, he glanced around the room and snapped the occasional picture with the camera that he had bought specifically to take pictures of Stolas with. It'd become his secret ritual, the use of a camera and not his phone. It felt like Stolas deserved a real camera. It was classier, or something.
Despite his desire to snoop, his cock was still incredibly hard, and he knew he had limited time before someone might come in to clean or some shit. He needed to get on with it, and get the fuck out of here.
Then he spotted it. What he'd come here for in the first place. The clothes hamper.
Perfect.
“Gonna steal his pretty panties, gonna sniff them every night,” he sang to himself as he scurried towards the bin. He'd planned this perfectly. Steal a pair of panties Stolas would never even notice was missing, and take them home to jerk off with. Creepy? Yes. But he was so far gone for this stupid bird that he honestly felt like Stolas owed him this.
Not a word since they were kids. Stolas had gone on living his life, probably not thinking about Blitzø at all, while Blitzø was stuck thinking about him almost every hour of the day. It wasn't fair.
He dug into the dirty hamper, fingers grasping at silks and satins and all sorts of fabrics he could never afford. Fuck, Stolas must feel so soft in all of these. Blitzø imagined rubbing his hands all over Stolas' body. Feeling his warmth under the silk of his shirt.
His dick was hard enough to cut glass as he rummaged through Stolas' dirty clothes. His fingers brushed lace after a moment, and Blitzø felt himself start to salivate as he pulled out a pair of deep black lace panties.
He was practically panting now, desperate for just a sniff. But he couldn't let himself get carried away here. He'd already wasted too much time in Stolas' bed. He needed to hurry the fuck up, because a servant could catch him at any moment.
Still… one sniff couldn't hurt. Just to make sure.
He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled. The rush of arousal hit him like a battering ram. That was Stolas' pussy he was smelling. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
He quickly shoved the panties into his pocket and turned to go. He had a date at home with these panties and his right hand. He just hoped Loona would stay out for the whole day, because once he started, he doubted he'd be able to stop for at least a few hours.
“Bye Stolas' room. I'll see you again soon,” he promised, then slipped out the door.
****
The drive home was painful, anticipation thrumming through him the whole time. By the time he made it back to his apartment his cock was leaking, and he felt almost lightheaded with lust.
Loona was out with her friends, but he locked himself in the bathroom just in case she came home early for some reason. She didn't need to catch her dad doing the filthy things he was about to do.
He pulled the panties out, inspecting them now that he was in no danger of getting caught. He had hoped that there would be some evidence of arousal, some slick or something left behind, but unfortunately the panties were dry.
Too bad.
But when he pressed them to his nose he couldn't find it in him to be too upset. Because fuck they smelled amazing. Blitzø unzipped his pants, huffing the scent of Stolas' cloaca as he took his cock in hand and began to jerk it.
The things he would do to get inside of Stolas. To have the bird beg for him. Have him want him back.
He imagined touching Stolas while he was in these panties, rubbing at him through the lace. He'd get the bird all squirmy, get these panties sopping wet.
Blitzø brought the panties down, wrapped the delicate lace around his hand, and stroked his cock with them. They were scratchy, but he didn't mind. The thought that they had touched Stolas' most intimate parts was enough to make it the best sensation he'd ever felt.
Satan damn it, he was going to come just from this.
He could get them all wet with his cum, imagine that Stolas was the one who'd creamed himself while wearing them.
“You messed up your pretty panties,” he growled into the silence of the bathroom. “I'm gonna have to punish you for that, filthy bird.”
Stolas would pout and blush, embarrassed at having made a mess, but he'd turn over, and fuck, Blitzø knew he would be a total slut for it.
It was too much, the thought of Stolas letting him spank him. Blitzø was so fucking close, his spikes fully engaged and the tip of his cock wet. He imagined splattering cum all over that pretty ass, slipping his hand down to finger it inside of Stolas’ greedy hole…
Blitzø came, rushing to pull the panties away despite his earlier fantasy. It wouldn't have been worth that trip to Stolas' big fancy palace to have the smell of him ruined by Blitzø's jizz. It was already so worth the trip just for this one opportunity to jerk it, if he was being honest, but the point remained.
“Fuck,” he breathed, bringing the panties back up to his nose. They smelled so fucking divine, and now their scents were combined.
Blitzø groaned as his cock twitched.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Blitzø was in a great mood. His iced coffee was perfect, he'd had a nice breakfast with Loona, and he had a great idea to fuel his growing Stolas addiction.
Since the panty theft, he hadn't been able to shake the need to have more of Stolas than ever before. He'd been obsessing over it.
“Have fun doing whatever creepy ass thing you've got planned today,” Loona had said as he'd left the apartment whistling.
“Will do Loonie! Don't do anything I would do!” he'd replied, because there was no point in arguing. What he was doing was creepy. Loona didn't need to know the details.
He arrived at his usual parking spot and made his way by foot to the palace. Stolas was out today, which meant it was the perfect day to go on a garbage picking adventure.
He had never thought of picking garbage before, but that was mostly because he'd been too much of a pussy to enter Stolas' room before.
But after his panty acquiring mission he was feeling bold. And sue him if he also wanted to pick up another pair of panties for the road too. He was only a man.
He found the side door unlocked again, and made his way to Stolas' bedroom.
His first stop once he entered the room was the bed. It was made this time, but that didn't mean Blitzø couldn't get a good whiff of Stolas' pillow again.
It smelled, as expected, phenomenal. He buried his face in it and huffed deeply, letting his mind go blank. He wondered if Stolas had felt like something was different the night he had laid his head on the pillow that Blitzø had humped.
After a moment he turned his head to the side, his eyes catching on an overflowing garbage can near the door. Oh. Jackpot.
He slithered off of the bed, his spines rattling in excitement and tail whipping enthusiastically behind him.
What treasures awaited him here?
Empty bottles. Both booze and happy pills.
Jesus, that was depressing.
This sad fucking bird needed Blitzø in his life. He could make him feel so cherished.
But at the same time, there was a reason Blitzø never shot his shot, and it wasn't just because a Goetia like Stolas wouldn't give him the time of day. No, Blitzø stayed away because he knew, deep down, that he would wreck Stolas. Chew him up and spit him out, just like he did with everyone. He made people's lives worse, not better.
Still, he could dream about it.
Dream about sharing a bottle with Stolas so he didn't have to drink alone.
Blitzø picked up one of the bottles and brought it up to his nose to sniff. Eugh. Strong stuff. And no glasses around. Did Stolas drink this shit right out of the bottle?
Had… had Stolas' mouth touched this?
Blitzø licked the rim before he even knew what he was doing, groaning. If Stolas' spit was still on this, it was the closest Blitzø would ever get to kissing him.
Gently, he slid the bottle top into his mouth. Stolas didn't have a cock, but fuck it still felt good to have his mouth full. He hadn't gotten laid in way too long.
He slid the bottle back along his tongue, and wondered if Stolas could conjure himself a dick. The thought of sucking Stolas off made his stomach swoop. He pushed the bottle further back until his gag reflex began to kick in. That just made his cock all the harder.
Fuck, what was he doing? Sucking off a bottle just to chase the taste of a demon he could never have. He wasn't going to get his cock out and jerk off over garbage in Stolas’ house.
He pulled the bottle out of his mouth with a pop, and then guiltily took a few more of the empties to stuff in his bag. He had a date with those later at home, like a fuckin’ gentleman.
And speaking of dates, he needed another pair of panties. The ones he'd take before were covered in cum and nearly unusable. Soon to be consigned to Stolas filing cabinet A.
He stood up and made his way over to the hamper, the bottles clinking merrily in his bag. Okay, this time he was going to take his time. Check each pair before he decided on one to steal.
He was just about to descend on the hamper, when he heard footsteps in the hallway.
Fuck, shit, fuck.
Without really thinking about it, he jumped into the hamper. He hurried to cover himself in clothes, piling cloaks and shirts and pants on top of himself in a rush. He just hoped his fucking horns were hidden enough. Curse being a sexy well endowed beast of an imp.
The door opened, and for a second Blitzø was struck through with the thought of being in the same room as Stolas.
But no. That was the sound of hooves. So it had to be one of the servants.
Or another pervert like him.
Despite the danger of being caught (or maybe slightly because of it), Blitzø felt his dick start to stiffen again. How was he supposed to help it? It smelled so strongly of Stolas in here that he was surprised he hadn't popped off like a teenager already.
The demon in the room began to hum a little ditty, and Blitzø heard the rustling of a garbage bag being picked up, the few bottles he'd left clinking together.
Blitzø prayed to whatever demonic forces would listen that this fucker wasn't also on laundry duty. If they were, they were about to get a nasty surprise.
He could just imagine their reaction when an imp with a boner and a gun jumped out of a clothes hamper at them.
Speaking of boners, Blitzø couldn't help but let his hand drift down to touch himself.
He bit down on a piece of fabric to try to keep himself from doing something stupid like moaning and giving himself away.
He just wanted to take the edge off. Just a little. His hand crept down and rubbed at his clothed cock, the friction driving him wild.
The sound of hooves, and more rustling, and then the clink as they picked the garbage back up and left, closing the door behind them.
Blitzø let out a sigh of relief, and popped his head out from under the clothes that were covering him.
Something was snagged on his horn, and when he pulled it off his eyes widened. A pair of red silk panties. Fuck, they were perfect. They even had a pretty white bow on the front.
As Blitzø inspected his prize, he suddenly noticed a detail that sent him reeling, stomach clenching with enough lust to make him gasp.
The crotch of the panties was soaked. Holy fucking shit. Stolas must have worn these ones recently because his fucking slick wasn't even dried yet.
Blitzø's mouth watered, but he didn't have time to stick around and bask in his good luck. He had to skedaddle before another servant came snooping around.
With a happy little sigh, he made his way towards the door and snuck out of the palace with his treasures.
Blitzø sat in his van, red dick in one hand and the red panties in the other.
His hand was shaking, he was so fucking excited.
This was way better than sucking off some bottle to chase the taste of Stolas. This was a real taste of his pussy.
Blitzø started by sniffing them, deep inhales that went straight to his rock hard cock. It smelled even better than the last pair. This was what Stolas smelled like when he was aroused. Fuck, this was his slick. It made Blitzø so horny he thought he might pass out.
He imagined Stolas on his big lonely bed, hand down these pretty panties, touching himself. Or maybe he'd pushed them to the side, or even touched himself through them. That would explain how fucking wet they were.
Blitzø wondered if Stolas had a clit. If he'd played with that, or if he'd fingered himself, or both. If he had whined while he moved his hips, slick fingers fucking open a space inside of him. He imagined that the fingers hadn't been enough. Stolas would need more than that - he'd be greedy and hungry for cock.
Fuck, the thought of Stolas touching himself was too much. He couldn't deny himself any longer. He licked at the crotch, moaning loudly at the taste. Salty and delicious.
He was jerking himself steadily now, trying to go slow, but finding it impossible. He wanted to savour the moment, but he felt almost sick with lust. His stomach was cramping and his head was spinning with images of Stolas’ fucking his own cunt open.
Greedy, he took another long lick of the crotch of the panties. The texture of slick on his tongue was intoxicating. He wanted more. Wanted Stolas here, legs splayed open while Blitzø ate his pussy like it was a five course meal.
This was the most turned on he could remember being in a long fucking time. And it was over a pair of wet panties. Damn he was whipped, and Stolas probably didn't even remember that he existed.
Blitzø shoved the crotch of the panties into his mouth, sucking on them desperately. Imagining that he was tongue fucking Stolas. Imagining that he had his hips pinned as he tried to buck against Blitzø's mouth. That Stolas was moaning and squirming above him. Gasping his name.
Fuck fuck fuck.
He tongued at the panties the way he would tongue Stolas' pussy, fast now, messy. Desperate.
He hiked up his shirt just in time for him to come, the spurts landing on his bare stomach. He let out a visceral groan around the panties in his mouth, sucking desperately on them, chasing the flavor.
The come down was less than elegant as he spat the wet fabric out and dug around to find some cleanish napkins to wipe away his cum.
Christ on a cracker, that was almost too good. How the fuck was he supposed to come from anything else ever again? How could he fucking get there without the taste and smell of Stolas?
This shit was becoming a serious problem.
But now that he'd gotten a taste, how was he supposed to stop?
Bricks were rough on the hands. That's why Blitzø wore gloves when he was doing shit like this. He'd left too much blood behind on too many buildings in Hell before he got his fingerless gloves. Thank god they had so much crime here no one bothered to check DNA.
Right now, clinging to the side of the palace, he was grateful for the leather protecting him. He'd swung his camera onto his back to keep it from smashing to bits against the wall as he climbed. The camera made his gait a little awkward, and he found himself adjusting his center of gravity as he climbed, arms shaking from the different muscle strain. Circus shit always came in handy.
This damn photo had better be worth it.
(It would be. It always was.)
He reached the spot where the trellis started, and thanked his lucky fucking stars. A trellis was basically a ladder. And if people didn't want him to climb them they shouldn't put them on their fucking walls.
He reached the balcony with his heart hammering in his chest.
See, tonight was special. Stolas had been on a date with a handsome incubus this evening.
Blitzø had obviously followed them, just to make sure the guy wasn't a creep. The jury was still out on if he was or not. He hadn't done anything outrageous, but Blitzø had a bad feeling about him. He was kind of tempted to look him up after this, find out where he worked. Maybe show him his gun just to remind him that he had better treat Stolas like the treasure he was.
Blitzø knew that Stolas would be home soon. He was excited, because he loved to see Stolas in his going out clothes. He looked so fucking pretty when he dressed up. Like… ethereal or some shit. He was pretty sure that was a word that meant extra gorgeous. That or it was some kind of new cereal brand. He couldn't be sure.
He was less excited about the presence of the incubus.
If the incubus was there, Blitzø was pretty sure the jealousy would boil him alive. He had even entertained a few bloody fantasies about how he could make that fucker suffer.
But whatever. He would take his camera out of he saw the incubus fucking Stolas, not his gun.
Because a chance to see Stolas fucking was life-changing, even if he wasn't fucking Blitzø.
Blitzø finally reached the balcony and crept towards the door. Stolas was an absolute hottie, but also an absolute idiot who never closed his curtains fully. Thank fuck for that.
Blitzø had taken pictures of him many times through these curtains. He kept his collection of photographs in a filing cabinet, organized in an order that only made sense to him.
Stolas nearly naked. Stolas singing. Stolas tenderly taking care of a plant that Blitzø totally wasn't jealous of. Stolas in his comfy robe. Stolas Stolas Stolas.
He'd never caught him jerking off before. Never caught him fucking anyone. He couldn't see the bed from the tree that was his normal hideout.
That's why he was on the balcony tonight.
His dick was confused. Because just thinking about Stolas naked and in pleasure made his stomach swoop. But the fact that it would be with someone else? Yeah, neither his brain nor his dick liked that.
Blitzø approached the door cautiously. If he got caught shit would get real nasty for him.
He peeked into the room, grinning at the sight of Stolas' huge four poster bed. It was made neatly, and Blitzø wondered if he'd made it himself or if his servants had done it.
His eyes lingered on the bed. He wanted to crawl back into it and relive his last visit. Maybe he could fuck the pillow again, get his precum all over it. Stake his claim.
The door to the room swung open and Blitzø darted to press himself against the wall just outside of the balcony door. Fuck. Nearly got his ass caught.
There was no sound of chatter, so presumably Stolas and the incubus were sucking face. Fine. That was fine. It was cool. The silence was heavy though, with no rustling or moans. Maybe the incubus was a bad kisser?
Blitzø peeked into the bedroom to catch them in the act, only to see Stolas alone, taking off his rings beside the dresser. He looked gorgeous in his frilly sleeved top and a pair of black pants that hit every curve just right.
Blitzø wanted to sink his teeth into him.
But where the fuck was incubus dude? He'd followed them on their date, taking pictures the whole time, and Stolas had been a fucking delight. He should have been with Stolas when he arrived home
But there Stolas was, moving through his room alone and looking absolutely miserable.
That bitch of an incubus must have done something to fumble their date between his last photo of them at dinner, smiling at eachother, and now. Blitzø was both pleased and annoyed. He'd really thought that he was going to get to see Stolas fucking tonight, but fuck, at least Stolas wasn't going to be taken by someone else.
Stolas started to sing not long after, and Blitzø couldn't help but smile. Fuck, his voice was magical, even though he usually sang about being sad as fuck.
Then it hit Blitzø.
Oh fuck. When Stolas sang he tended to come out onto the balcony. The balcony Blitzø's little red dick and balls happened to be on at this very moment.
“Shit shit shit,” Blitzø muttered, scrambling to run across the stone tiles towards the railing.
He was almost there, when the door swung open in a gust of wind behind him, with all the drama of the circus curtain rising before the magic act.
“Will I always be alo-” Stolas stopped singing abruptly. “Who the fuck are you?”
Blitzø froze, then whipped around, his hands held up in front of him.
“Uhhh,” Blitzø said, his brain offline at seeing Stolas in all his glory right in front of him.
“Did Stella hire you to kill me?” Stolas asked, sounding almost bored.
“I'm not here to- wait. Isn't Stella your ex-wife?” he asked, flabbergasted.
“Yes. And you aren't the first assassin she's sent,” Stolas said, finally sounding at least a little bit angry. “It's growing tiresome.”
Anger burned in his stomach at the thought of that skeezy bitch of a bird trying to kill his Stolas. She was going to get it someday, and it'd be by his hand.
“I'm not an assassin. Okay, shit well I am an assassin but I'm not, like, technically right now! I'm off duty. I'm just here to… um…” Blitzø panicked. He hadn't thought up a lie.
Shitty shit shit fuck.
He'd just have to hope that a single day with a shitty little circus imp had left more of an impression on Stolas than it probably had.
“To drop in on an old friend?” he tried. Fuck it, in for a penny or whatever the fuck. He might as well go down in a blaze of glory - there was no way Stolas wouldn't put some magic on the balcony now to keep intruders out.
Stolas stepped forward, the light spilling from the doorway like a halo around him.
“An old friend?” He scoffed. “Surely you don't expect me to believe…” he trailed off, really looking Blitzø over now. Blitzø felt like his whole body was tingling under Stolas' gaze. Having his attention on him was thrilling and terrifying all at once. His dick was so fucking confused, but mostly horny. It always swung horny when Stolas was involved.
“Hold on. Blitzo?” Stolas asked.
Holy fucking balls. Somehow, Stolas actually remembered him. He felt all tingly at the idea that maybe Stolas had thought about him throughout the years.
“The o is silent now,” he said, with a sad display of jazz hands.
“Oh! Blitzø! I thought I would never see you again!” Stolas said, rushing over and hugging him.
Blitzø's mind short circuited. Now he knew what Stolas smelled like, not just his pussy, not just his clothes, but him. He was all musky and floral, with a hint of the preening oil he'd put on earlier that evening. He hoped Stolas couldn't smell it on him as well, given that he'd jerked off with it earlier that day.
Shit though, now Blitzø knew how soft his feathers were. How warm his body was, pressed against his own. Fuck fuck fuck. Now was not the time to pop a boner. And yet here he was, getting hard like a creep. Well, he was a creep, but still. It was one thing to stalk someone, but another to grind your boner into them without permission
Thankfully Stolas let him go before something catastrophic happened, like Stolas feeling his hard dick.
“Come inside,” Stolas said, practically bouncing on his feet. “Oh I'm so happy you're here!”
“Yup! I figured why not come see my old buddy, Stolas. See how he's doing,” Blitzø said as he followed Stolas into his room awkwardly. He had rubbed his entire body on that bed. Touched the walls and furniture, too. And now he was here, pretending this was all new to him. Fuck. He was going to die.
“It makes me so happy that you remember me,” Stolas chirped. “Please come in, have a seat!”
He was happy that Blitzø remembered him? How could Blitzø have ever forgotten him?
Blitzø flopped himself down on the fancy chaise or whatever the fuck it was called. To his surprise, Stolas came and sat beside him. Blitzø's spines raised at the closeness, his tail whipping in excitement.
“So Blitzø, why didn't you just come in the front door?” Stolas asked.
“Uhh. Security wouldn't have let me in,” he said, thinking fast. “Besides, I like making an entrance.”
Stolas nodded as though that made all the sense in the world to him.
“How did you know which balcony was for my room?” Stolas asked.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck shitting fuck.
“Lucky guess?” he tried.
Stolas' brow furrowed. The silence seemed to stretch between them like a physical thing. Blitzø wanted to scream, and after what felt like an agonizing amount of time, he decided to confess.
“Fuck, I'm stalking you, okay?” Blitzø shouted, wincing at the volume of his own voice.
The silence that followed was worse. Stolas' eyes had widened, his beak hanging open in shock. Blitzø found himself rushing to speak before the quiet swallowed them whole. “I don't usually come up on the balcony, I just watch from the tree, but you went on that date with that little shitty incubus and I had to see what was going on.”
“Oh,” Stolas said. “You… you know about the date?”
“I know about… everything. As long as it's about you. I'm a good stalker,” Blitzø said with a shrug.
Stolas' feathers puffed up, presumably in anger. Fuck. Blitzø should have said a better goodbye to Loona. She was going to be so pissed that this was how he died. Would Stolas return his body, or would Loona just never know what happened to him? He hoped she would forgive him.
“You… you must care so much about me!” Stolas cried out.
What?
“What?” He asked, certain he hadn't heard right. Stolas didn't even sound angry. His voice was a little soft, and there was a current of something but it sure as shit wasn't anger.
Stolas was smiling, fiddling with his hands almost shyly. “If you're stalking me, that means you must care very deeply about me,” Stolas said. His happy smile wilted slightly, as though he'd had a nasty thought. “Unless… am I wrong? I suppose you could have many reasons to stalk me, I shouldn't have assumed. You could simply be after my money. I am very rich, unfortunately.”
Blitzø blinked with one eye, then the other. “Uhh. No, it's the first one. Are you… you're okay with this?”
Stolas' eyes lit up and he made a happy little hooting sound. “No one has ever been so passionate about me that they'd spy on me! I can't help but feel all aflutter. What do I do that you like most? Do you ever watch me sleep?”
“Thaaaat seems deeply unhealthy, but fuck, what do I know, I'm just the guy who fucking stalks you,” Blitzø said. “Yeah, I watch you sleep sometimes. You snore a little. It's fuckin’ cute. And…I don't know. I like seeing you get naked?”
Stolas gave a little shiver at that. Blitzø's dick perked up.
“Thrilling!” Stolas said, sounding pleased. “How long have you been stalking me?”
“Since uh… I don't know, I guess since I was a shitty teenager?” Blitzø admitted. “But I started really devoting time to it almost a year ago.” He wasn't sure why he was telling the truth now, all he knew was that he was making Stolas smile like that. He was making him happy. This was not a reaction he had even daydreamed about, if he was being honest.
“Oh my, I never noticed. You know, Aamon had a stalker once and it was all anyone would talk about. But Aamon is extremely handsome and I'm just-” he gestured at himself.
“Hot as hell? The prettiest bird I've ever laid eyes on? Literally perfect? Take your pick, Birdie. I've got plenty more,” Blitzø said, pissed at whoever had made Stolas feel less than fucking perfect. Probably that Stella bitch, but he'd seen firsthand how other Goetia treated Stolas.
Stolas blushed. Fuck that was cute.
“You find me attractive?” Stolas asked, sounding somehow surprised.
“No fucking duh,” Blitzø said, rolling his eyes. “Why the hell would I waste my time spying on an uggo?”
“That is truly flattering,” Stolas said, completely fucking sincerely as far as Blitzø could tell. “I find you incredibly handsome, for what it's worth.”
Blitzø grinned, but on the inside he was screaming like a fangirl meeting her favorite actor. Holy shit. He should have let Stolas catch him years ago.
“You think so?” he purred, scooting closer to Stolas.
“Yes,” Stolas said, looking a tad nervous. “I- I think you're devastatingly handsome.”
“Devastatingly, huh?” Blitzø asked, placing his hand on Stolas' knee. Holy fuck. He was touching Stolas.
Stolas swallowed thickly. “I- yes. Are… are you trying to seduce me?”
Blitzø nearly laughed, but he was nervous that it might come out sounding unhinged. He felt fucking unhinged. But he also always believed in shooting your shot, so, fuck it.
“Depends. Is it working?” Blitzø asked, sliding his hand up to Stolas' thigh. He could feel the soft feathers against his palm under the fabric, and it made him want to swoon. He was touching Stolas’ thigh. He was touching Stolas.
“I think it is,” Stolas breathed.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
This was fucking happening, and he wasn't going to waste a second of this insane luck. Blitzø practically climbed Stolas, pressing their lips together. Stolas tensed for a moment, before melting under him as he kissed back.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted this. Wanted you,” Blitzø whispered between kisses, marveling at the taste of Stolas. He hadn't kissed a bird demon before, so the beak took a bit of adjusting to find the right angle, but when he found it Stolas moaned into his mouth and shivered, his legs falling open slightly beneath Blitzø.
Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck. This was real. Stolas was letting him put his grubby imp hands all over his body, and he was loving it based on the small huffs of air and gasps he was making.
Blitzø was already hard, and he risked pressing his erection against Stolas' body, rolling his hips enough that his hard cock rubbed against Stolas’ stomach. Stolas moaned. He actually, honest to Satan, moaned at the feeling of Blitzø's dick.
“Oh, Blitzø. What are you doing to me? What are we doing?” Stolas said breathlessly.
“The things I want to do to you, Stols. You have no idea,” he replied, grinding his hips harder into Stolas. The bird moaned, red eyes getting darker. Fuck it, he was going to press his luck until it fucking ran out. He ran his hand down the back of Stolas' neck and grabbed a handful of feathers, tugging lightly as he ordered “Get on the bed.”
“Stols? I quite like that,” Stolas breathed as Blitzø scrambled off of his lap and offered him a hand up.
“Good. It suits you, babe,” Blitzø said.
Stolas gasped, before giving a happy little trill. “Babe?! No one has ever called me that before…”
Blitzø couldn't help it. He needed Stolas in bed, now. He grabbed Stolas, lifting him up and throwing him over his shoulder. The bird was tall but he hardly weighed a thing so he was easy to pick up. It made Blitzø even harder, as if that was possible, imagining how he could take future advantage of that.
Stolas squawked, his legs kicking. “Oh, Blitzø, you're so strong!”
“Damn right I am,” Blitzø said, slapping Stolas' ass gently under his tail.
“Ohh. Blitzy,” Stolas practically moaned. Blitzø stuck that in his back pocket to examine in detail later. Did Stolas like spanking? Did he like it rough? Fuck, Blitzø wanted to destroy him and put him back together. Make him cry and shake and come and come and come.
But not today. Today Stolas deserved a proper fucking, but not necessarily a rough one. Not unless he asked for it, that is.
Also, Blitzø knew he was going to be a three pump chump about this. Getting inside of Stolas? Yeah, there was no way he was going to last.
But he could at least get Stolas off on his fingers or his tongue before he lost all credibility as a sex-champion.
He tossed Stolas onto the bed, and crawled between his legs. He undid Stolas' pants, pressing kisses to his stomach where his shirt had rucked up.
Stolas shivered, his feathers ruffling. He was grinning, looking nearly delirious with joy as he hooted out “Yes, take my clothes and burn them. I'll stay naked as long as you want me to!”
Okay, so he was NOT going to blow his load over the idea of Stolas, naked at his command and whim, but satan, he was in danger territory. Stolas lifted his ass, helping Blitzø pull his pants down. Blitzø threw them to the side, his eyes trained on the panties Stolas was wearing today. They were purple, with little stars printed on them. So cute. Blitzø wanted to steal them.
He thought of the idiot incubus who could have been seeing these panties instead of him. He was glad he had fucked up the date so badly - knowing that he almost hadnt had this was enough to have Blitzø itching to blow the incubus’ head off as a matter of principle.
Maybe he would, but first he had a bird to fuck.
He grabbed the waistband of the panties with his teeth, tugging them down as Stolas gasped.
“Oh, oh my,” Stolas said. “Blitzø you're so sexy. I want you so mmm- much!”
The last part came out as a squeak as Blitzø switched to pulling his panties down with his hands so that he could bite down on Stolas' upper thigh.
“Shirt off,” he demanded, and Stolas was quick to obey. Blitzø raked his eyes hungrily over the fluffy chest and stomach he revealed, feeling like the luckiest imp in Hell. Here he had Stolas naked and perfect beneath him, waiting for his touch. It was a hell of a feeling.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he cooed as soon as the panties were off. Stolas had kept his knees a bit bent, but Blitzø wanted him spread open. He wanted to see every detail of his beautiful pussy. “I'm gonna make you feel so good.”
Stolas opened his legs, shyly. Hesitantly.
Fuck he was cute.
“No one has ever seen me like this,” he laughed awkwardly. “I hope I don't disappoint.”
Blitzø took a moment to answer because he was having what he could only describe as an epiphany. A fucking religious moment.
“You could never- you're so- fuck Stols I'm gonna need a minute here or else I'm going to come right fucking now,” he said, his eyes wide and face hot. The slit of Stolas’ pussy was fucking pretty, surrounded by shorter and fluffier feathers. No slick leaked out of him, not yet, but Blitzø would fix that.
He wanted to finger Stolas. Lick him, suck him. But first, he had to get his gloves off. He didn't need those where he was going, so he pulled them off and tossed them aside.
That done, he reached down to undo his pants, pulling his cock out, his eyes never leaving Stolas' pussy. He groaned as the pressure of his pants was released. His spikes were fully engorged and he resisted the urge to play with them. His cock needed to be saved for Stolas, even though he thought he might die if he didn't get to come soon.
Stolas' eyes locked onto his dick and he gasped.
“Oh, Blitzø. You're so big,” he sighed happily. “Please, shove your cock in me. Make me scream!”
Fuck, the dirty talk was a bit surprising given the whole shy act, but he was into it. Stolas was a little freak, and Blitzø liked it.
“In a bit, thirsty bird. I have something else in mind first,” he responded. He had tasted Stolas' slick on his panties, but this was fresh from the source. He'd be an idiot not to eat him out.
But first, he stripped his shirt off, placing his camera on the nightstand. He would be needing that later. Then he stripped off his pants and boxers, tossing them onto the floor.
Once he was naked as well, Blitzø reached out to touch the soft light grey feathers that covered Stolas' most intimate spot. Shit they felt so fluffy. So good. He used his fingers to spread his folds open, gasping at the sight.
Stolas' pussy was a beautiful deep purple inside, glistening with slick. Proof that he was aroused. Because of Blitzø.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, breathless.
Stolas, to his surprise, answered in a slew of absolutely filthy talk.
“Jam your tongue so far up my pussy I can taste it in my mouth. Fuck me, open me up, use me like your whore. I'm ready, Blitzy, please!”
Blitzø's cock twitched.
Yeah, he really hadn't expected the dirty talk. Not that he was complaining.
“Jesus, yes, okay,” he said, not wasting any time in leaning towards Stolas' pussy, tongue out.
The first taste was like eating after starving. It was like nothing Blitzø had ever felt before. To feel warm flesh instead of fabric. To hear Stolas moan like a Satan forsaken slut. To taste his slick, his flesh. Fuck.
This was a religious fucking moment.
Blitzø nearly came.
He literally had to let go of Stolas' thigh to squeeze the base of his cock, trying to stave it off.
“Oh, Blitzø! Blitzy, please! Tongue my clit so hard it falls off!” Stolas cried out.
Blitzø almost laughed. Okay, so his dirty talk was a little strange, but all that really did was turn Blitzø on harder. This was something he knew about Stolas that no one else did. Something just for him.
He licked around, until he found the hard little nub he was looking for, and then he focused his attention on it, licking and sucking for all he was worth.
It came as a fucking shock when Stolas came, shouting his name. Slick and cum filled his mouth, and Blitzø swallowed happily.
Unholy fucking shit. He'd made Stolas come.
“Please don't stop, please don't,” Stolas begged, so Blitzø kept going, licking forward, tongue a bit gentler now.
Stolas bucked, his hips squirming as he shouted. Blitzø's chin was covered in slick, and his mind was hazy and quiet for the first time in a long time. All that mattered was making Stolas feel good.
Eventually curiosity got the better of him and he moved away from Stolas' swollen clit, replacing his tongue with a finger before slipping his tongue inside of Stolas' body.
“Oh! Oh, Blitzy, Blitzy!” The sound of Stolas' little nickname for him made his chest glow. Fuck yeah, Stolas was so into him. He cared enough about him to come up with a nickname for him already. How had Blitzø gotten so lucky?
He pressed in as deep as he could with his tongue, groaning at the feeling of Stolas' tight cunt pulsing around him. Blitzø flexed his tongue inside of him, exploring the taste and softness of the inside of his body.
Blitzø found a little textured spot inside of him and pushed his tongue against it. Stolas wailed, his legs snapping closed around Blitzø's head. Holy shit, that was hot. Blitzø pressed his tongue against the spot again, licking furiously, wet and sloppy.
Stolas' hips bucked and he came again, moaning like a beautiful whore.
Satan. He'd made him come twice.
Blitzø pulled back, despite his desire to spend the rest of his life with his face between Stolas' legs.
Stolas was breathing in ragged gasps, but he managed to choke out, “Will you fuck me? Tear me apart with your huge red cock?” His eyes were glued between Blitzø's legs, and he looked like he had never wanted anything more desperately in his entire life.
“Yeah,” Blitzø said, though he knew he wasn't going to last long. “Fuck, let me get you ready.”
Stolas was so tight that even Blitzø's tongue had been big inside of him. How he was going to fit his dick in there was a mystery.
Stolas lifted his hips, and Blitzø got to it, pressing the tip of his finger to the sopping wet hole in front of him.
He slid inside with one finger, gasping at the soft heat of Stolas' pussy. It felt like Stolas was so desperate to be filled that his cunt was pulling him inside.
“Oh, oh, oh. Even your fingers are big,” Stolas said, his four eyes shut tightly.
“You need me to stop?” Blitzø asked, only to watch Stolas' eyes fly open in alarm.
“No! Don't stop, fill me up. Stretch me out, wear me like a bracelet,” he begged.
Blitzø laughed lowly and pressed a second finger into Stolas. He could feel the stretch of the rim of his pussy, the skin tight and smooth. Fuck, he was so close, he wasn't going to even make it inside.
“I need, fuck, I need to be inside you,” he groaned.
Stolas nodded. “Take me, Blitzø. Fuck me.”
Blitzø wanted to stretch him further. Hell, he could spend all day opening Stolas up, watching him fall apart. But right now, he was so close to coming, and if this was his only chance, he had to come inside the beautiful bird. It was the only option.
He pulled his fingers out, using Stolas' slick to lube up his cock. Even that nearly made him lose it.
He pressed the head of his dick against Stolas' hole, pushing forward slowly against the resistance. The first press of the head of his cock into that tight hole punched a wrecked sound out of him. Stolas felt so good, so hot. This was something he never thought would happen. Something he'd been dreaming about for forever.
He sunk in, drowning in the soft little sounds Stolas was making as his cock sank in an inch, then another. The first spike stretched Stolas out so much that he whined, high and desperate. Blitzø kept pressing in, three inches, then four, wrapped in the tight heat of Stolas' body. Spikes stretching his entrance wide before they popped into his pussy.
When he finally bottomed out he groaned, and all it took was Stolas clenching down around him for him to shoot off, filling Stolas with his cum.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
It was simultaneously the best and worst orgasm he'd ever had. He shouted, gripping tight to Stolas' thighs as he unloaded an unholy amount of cum into Stolas' dripping wet pussy.
He looked up at Stolas, embarrassed and defeated, only to find the bird looking at him like he'd hung the stars in the sky.
“Oh, Blitzy,” he breathed, “I never knew it could feel like that. You take up so much room inside me. I can feel your heartbeat.”
Blitzø cracked a nervous smile. “Yeah? You aren't disappointed?”
“No,” Stolas sighed happily. “The farthest thing from it.”
Blitzø didn't quite believe him, so he rocked his hips forward, his still mostly hard cock pressing in deep.
Stolas made a high sound in the back of his throat, his hands flying up to grasp at Blitzø's horns.
“Ah, p-please. I'm so close,” he said.
Blitzø rocked again, knowing that his spikes would be dragging against the walls of Stolas' pussy. Blitzø was so overstimulated it hurt, but he dutifully began to rock his hips, praying it would be enough to get Stolas off one more time.
A few agonized thrusts later, Stolas threw his head back, and Blitzø was treated to the absolute ecstasy of feeling Stolas' cloaca spasm around his dick, more slick and cum flooding between them.
Blitzø came again somehow, a mostly dry orgasm that felt so good it hurt. It made him whine, a broken sound, as his dick pulsed, doing it's best to fill Stolas with even more cum.
Fucking hell, Stolas was amazing.
Blitzø was never going to let him go.
He collapsed forward, burying his face in soft feathers as they both came down from their high.
Once their breathing had evened out, Blitzø lifted his head to look up at Stolas.
“Sorry I came so fast,” he managed, feeling humiliated. God, what a wreck he was. His one chance to impress Stolas and he came instantly. He wouldn't be surprised if Stolas really did decide to turn him to stone or some shit.
“I found it quite flattering,” Stolas said, sounding blissed out rather than angry. “That was amazing, Blitzy. I can feel your cock inside me still. It's more than I ever could have dreamed.”
Stolas was literally perfect. How was this even possible?
“I can fuck you again in a minute, just need to recover first,” he promised, gently pulling out.
Stolas whimpered at the loss, and Blitzø felt almost bad for him. He seemed to really like getting fucked. He was pretty much made for it. Made to take Blitzø's cock. Blitzø wondered how many times Stolas would let him stick it in there. Would he be allowed to fuck his mouth too? To rub his cock through those fluffy chest feathers, or fuck between his thighs?
How many more times did he have left before Stolas got bored? However many it was, he promised he wouldn't waste a single moment of it.
Blitzø was buzzing. What would happen now? Would Stolas kick him out? Would he asked him to stay? Breathing raggedly still, he turned his head to the side and caught sight of his camera. Oh, fuck yeah. He could have his souvenir.
“But first…” he grabbed his camera from the bedside table, waving it cheerfully at Stolas. “Open those legs back up, pretty bird. I need a picture for my collection.”
“You- you have a collection?” Stolas asked, acting shy again all of a sudden. Blitzø reached down and coaxed his legs open, and Stolas spread them for him, blushing hard.
Blitzø raised the camera and looked through the viewfinder, his mouth watering and dick making a valiant effort to perk back up at the sight of Stolas' swollen and glistening wet pussy as Blitzø’s cum leaked from his hole.
“Of course I do. But this is going to be the best picture I've ever taken.”
Stolas made a soft sound at that. “You can take as many as you'd like.”
“Fuuuuck,” Blitzø groaned as he snapped the shot. “That’s the prettiest thing I've ever seen.”
Stolas' blush deepened, and he turned his face away.
“You really are too flattering,” he said.
Blitzø shook his head, reaching down to gently cup Stolas’ chin and turn his head towards him. “Just saying it like it is, Birdie. You're gorgeous. Most beautiful man I've ever seen.”
He took another shot, this one with Stolas' whole body in it, including his face.
He looked almost stunned, his eyes glowing brightly. “Do you mean that?”
“Yeah,” Blitzø said, his voice rough. His heart was pounding so hard he thought it might actually burst out of his chest. He couldn't look away. Stolas' eyes were mesmerizing, especially when two little heart shaped pupils appeared in them.
“Oh, Blitzø,” he sighed, and then they were kissing. Fuck. Blitzø wished he'd filmed this so he could relive it over and over again. This was the best day of his wretched little life.
Pulling back from the kiss, Stolas made a sleepy sound, and with a small nod, Blitzø guided himself down to lay beside him. Stolas made himself comfortable, curling in a half moon shape around Blitzø “will you stay the night?” Stolas asked, his voice a little uncertain.
He didn't deserve this, but he'd take it. He was greedy like that.
Stolas had no idea what he had done, letting Blitzø into his home, into his bed, into his body. Blitzø was a creature of hunger and need when it came to Stolas. He would take everything Stolas would give him, staying at his side until Stolas threw him away.
And even then, even once Stolas had grown tired of him, he would keep watching him, keep chasing the high of him until he fucking died.
“Yes, whatever you want, Stolas” Blitzø said. “Anything for you.”