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“Vassago, would you like some more tea?” Stolas asked. They had gathered for tea in the garden house, high glass ceilings casting tree dappled light over them. The table was laid exquisitely, plates of tea sandwiches and scones delicately stacked. Between the two demons sat a pot with steaming tea, and delicate teacups that were currently being shaken by Blitzø headbutting the table in an attempt to get attention.
“My apologies. Blitzy is a bit riled up this week. Summer breeding season, you understand,” Stolas said, effortlessly hooking a finger into his pet's collar and lifting him back from the table. Blitzø gave a playful growl and snapped his teeth at Stolas, his tail lashing from side to side.
“Ah, yes, I understand. My pet has been having the same issue. He's being well-behaved now, but I think only because he's showing off.” Here, Vassago gestured to the other side of the garden house, where a scantily clad Andrealphus was sitting neatly on his knees, arranged carefully so the light shone on the silver details of his collar. He wore a pair of silky blue panties and his collar, and nothing else. Stolas was quite enjoying the view.
“He keeps rubbing off on anything he can at home. He's completely insatiable,” Vassago continued. Andrealphus blushed, turning his head away.
Blitzø, meanwhile, was writhing and twitching in Stolas' grip. The sunlight caught on the golden chain which hung between his pierced nipples.
“Blitzy! I'm having tea!” Stolas laughed gently. It was clear from his tone that he was feeling indulgent. He often was, when it came to his sweet pet. Still, a bite of steel entered his voice as he placed Blitzø back down on the ground, his grip on his collar still firm. “You can lay by my feet, but if you can't be quiet and behave, then you'll be punished.”
Blitzø looked up at Stolas, his tail no longer wagging. His eyes were wide and pleading. He looked adorable. Satan, Stolas was terrible at saying no to him, but his behavior needed to be corrected, and Stolas was looking forward to enjoying tea with his friend, interruption free.
What could he do to entertain him?
Glancing across the yard, Stolas was struck with a delicious idea. Rubbing between Blitzø's horns, he inclined his head to the demon across from him and asked, “If you don't mind, Vassago, could Blitzy play with your pet? It might be good for them to work out some excess energy. I can scarcely get out of bed when he's worked up like this.”
Vassago laughed and took a sip of his tea “Oh, he keeps you busy, does he?" Stolas felt his face heat slightly at the knowing tone of Vassago's voice. "Perhaps I could play with him one day. Andy is submissive by nature, and sometimes it can be fun to try the other side of the equation,” here, he glanced down at Blitzø's cock, already swollen with interest, the shape and size clear through his skimpy boxers.
“He does keep me busy, I'm lucky to have a pet who is so…forward,” Stolas said, picking up a delicate chocolate tart with his free hand and taking a bite. “So, can they play?”
“Oh, sí, yes, of course. Andy, come here and meet your playmate for the afternoon!” Vassago called, snapping his fingers gently.
When Vassago had arrived with Andrealphus on a leash, the peacock had been blushing and refusing to make eye contact. Blitzø had been very interested in him when they'd been released into the garden, but had quickly grown bored when all Andrealphus did was find himself a spot to lay in the sun and ignore him.
Now Andrealphus gathered himself up, rising to his knees and stretching, his movements cat-like and elegant. Stolas felt a burn in his stomach at the idea of watching Blitzy fuck such an elegant creature. Blitzø was all teeth, claws, and cock, especially in breeding season.
Andrealphus made his way to the table and sat again beside Vassago's feet. He would seem unaffected, but Stolas could see that the blue fabric of his panties was already soaked through with a spot of slick. Summer breeding season always hit pets so hard - it took a strong owner to keep them in line. Already Blitzy was perking up at the sight of another pet, and he had obviously caught the scent of Andrelaphus’ slick as he had begun to make a deep noise in his chest, almost a ‘whuff’.
“May I release my pet?” Stolas asked politely, his hand on Blitzø's collar the only thing holding the imp back from Andrealphus.
“Go ahead. I can't wait to watch,” Vassago said.
Stolas dropped his grip on Blitzø's collar, and his pet required no further permission.
Blitzø was on Andrealphus in a second, sniffing at him and nipping playfully at his feathers. Andrealphus huffed, turning his head away from the imp.
“Come now, Andy. Be nice,” Vassago said.
Stolas laughed at the thought of the prissy little pet being nice. He sipped some of his tea, watching with interest as Blitzø sniffed around Andrealphus.
Blitzø pushed his nose between Andrealphus' legs, very interested in the wet spot on his panties.
Andrealphus looked to Vassago, squirming under Blitzø's attention. “Vassago,” he whined, only to earn a disappointed shake of the head from his owner.
“Now now, Andy. Good pets don't speak, you know that,” Vassago said.
Andrealphus huffed, but didn't push Blitzø away.
“Good boy, Andrealphus. I think Blitzø likes you,” Vassago said. Andrealphus looked like he was unsure if he should preen or sneer, so instead he opened his legs wider and submitted to the sniffing. Blitzø lashed his tail from side to side, his arousal clear.
He pawed at the ground, shoving his face between Andrealphus’ legs with enough force that Andrealphus toppled forward, leaving him with his hips raised.
Oh, that was pretty.
Blitzø growled joyfully and pulled away, his hips mindlessly humping forward to find any kind of friction. Andrealphus stayed still, legs open and hips raised. Submissive was exactly right, it seemed it only took a few touches to get him ready to fuck.
“Blitzy, be gentle,” Stolas called out. Blitzø growled, wagging his tail and getting into pouncing position. “Blitzy!”
Blitzø jumped, tackling Andrealphus and rolling around with the other squawking pet, until he had him pinned, face down and ass up underneath him.
“Don't worry, Stolas. Andy whines all the time. It's cute to see Blitzø rough him up a little bit,” Vassago reassured him. His cheeks were red, and he was squirming a bit, clearly affected by the show.
“Well, I suppose as long as you don't mind them getting a bit dirty,” Stolas tittered. Blitzø looked at Stolas expectantly, and Stolas gave him a nod.
“See, he's a scamp, but he still waits for permission,” Stolas said proudly as Blitzø began to grind his dick against Andrealphus' ass. Andrealphus whimpered, pushing back against him.
“Look at that. A él le gusta mucho,” Vassago said, watching their pets grind. “Who knew. I thought he'd be a little bit more snooty about it.”
“Me too!” Stolas laughed. “But look at him. He's taking it like such a good boy."
Blitzø was so hot, his hips working furiously, ass clenching as he faux fucked Andrealphus. He was grunting, low and animal like. Stolas was getting rather wet, his cloaca throbbing as he watched his pet roll his hips furiously against Andrealphus' ass.
Another idea struck, and Stolas leaned forward conspiratorially "What do you think, should we let Blitzy breed him?”
Blitzø turned his head to look at them, almost toppling off his perched on Andrealphus. His eyes were wide with excitement at the word breed, and his cock hung heavy between his legs, the front of his boxers damp from his leaking cock.
“Ah, not yet Blitzy. We're discussing the possibility,” Stolas warned him, although he knew he wanted to see it. Knew he wanted to see Blitzø breed another pet, snarling and full of lust.
Vassago looked intrigued, and a little embarrassed.
"I have never shared pets like this," he said after a moment,"but I think I'd like to."
"I promise it will be fun," Stolas said, "but it's entirely up to you. I'd be happy to let them grind and play like they are now."
“Oh, let him have some fun. Andrealphus could use a good breeding,” Vassago laughed. “He's used to taking my fingers, but a cock will have him squirming.”
Andrealphus whined, looking over at them, his expression sour.
“Aww the poor thing. I do think he needs a cock in him. He's got so much attitude,” Stolas laughed.
Blitzø was already taking off his boxers, freeing his hard cock to press against Andrealphus' cloaca through his pretty panties.
“Don't ruin his clothes, Blitzø. I trained you better than that,” Stolas barked, and Blitzø dutifully pulled the panties down so that Andrealphus could kick them off. “Much better. Now, no hands, you know the rules. Get him ready for you.”
Stolas had spent a lot of time training Blitzø to get him off without using his hands, and he was eager to show off to Vassago. Goodness, the other demon was handsome, and Stolas was hoping that perhaps watching their pets play might get Vassago hot and bothered enough to let Stolas touch him.
Across the yard, Blitzø leant in and licked Andrealphus in a long stripe right up the center of his pussy.
Andrealphus made a little annoyed sound, but pushed his hips back, exposing more of his slick hole.
Blitzø lapped and sucked at him frantically, occasionally using too many teeth and making Andrealphus yelp and glare back at him. Blitzø barely seemed to notice, he was so intent on the slick cunt in front of him.
He nosed at Andrealphus' wet hole hungrily, his tongue clearly finding a good spot if the way Andrealphus whimpered and his tail fanned out and rattled was any indication.
“That's a good boy, Blitzy! Aren't they sweet?” Stolas cooed.
“Sí, they look good together,” Vassago said, squirming slightly in his seat. “Andrealphus, be a good boy and take what you're given, esta bien?”
Andrealphus huffed, but dutifully pressed back against Blitzø's face. Blitzø was messy, licking and sucking, his tongue dipping into Andrealphus' cloaca and curling.
It wasn't long before Andrealphus came, crying out and trying to scramble away from Blitzø's mouth, oversensitive.
Blitzø grabbed his hips, holding him tight as he kept licking.
“Blitzy, no hands!” Stolas scolded, although his voice was less stern and more turned on at this point, “if you do it again, I'll have you wear your paws for a week!”
Blitzø put his hands back on the ground, the threat of being forced to wear his paws enough to keep him in line. The poor thing hated to wear them, but sometimes discipline was necessary.
Blitzø turned back to Andrealphus, who was still shivering from his orgasm, slick dripping down his thighs.
“And Andrealphus, stay! You take what you're given, you know better than that!” Vassago also chimed in, looking at his pet with disappointment.
Andrealphus made a small sound in his chest, and looked down at the ground in shame as he opened his legs and allowed Blitzy to lap at his cunt again. He shivered and twitched, but didn't try to shy away again, letting himself be overstimulated.
“Vassago, I know they've been a bit naughty, but should we let them actually breed? I think poor Blitzy might sulk all night if we don't let him put his cock in Andrealphus,” Stolas said.
Vassago made a show of thinking it over, tapping his beak thoughtfully. “Oh, why not,” he said, smirking. “They'll have plenty of time to prove they can be good while they fuck.”
Blitzø's tail was wagging hard, but he waited dutifully for Stolas to tell him what to do.
“Alright, Blitzy. If you want your cock in there you'll line it up and get inside without your hands,” Stolas said.
Blitzø scrambled to try to press his cock into Andrealphus' dripping hole, nudging the head against him but not quite managing to penetrate him. Andrealphus huffed impatiently, pressing his hips back.
Blitzø's cock slid through the slick-soaked folds of Andrealphus' pussy, every so often pressing against the rim and nearly slipping inside, but never quite managing.
Poor Blitzø growled in frustration, and Stolas decided his sweet little pet needed some help.
“Here, darling,” Stolas said, standing from the table and approaching the two pets. “Let me help you.”
Blitzø's tail wagged wildly at Stolas' approach, the spines on his back rising in excitement at having his owner come help him.
“Here, sweet boy,” Stolas said, gripping Blitzø's cock by the base. Blitzø whimpered softly at the feeling of Stolas' hand on him, even if it was only to help guide him inside. “Let's get you inside of him, hmm? Poor thing, can't even get your cock in him without help. You're just too excited. My slutty little pet.”
Blitzø whined, his cheeks flushing.
Stolas helped Blitzø press forward, smiling indulgently as Blitzø and Andrealphus both groaned in pleasure at the same time. Andrealphus' body was wet and welcoming, and Stolas knew his sweet pet must be in heaven sinking into him like this.
“Good boys. Now, go ahead, Blitzy. Show him what you've got.”
Stolas walked back to where Vassago was sitting and watching intently. “Stolas, you are so good with them,” Vassago said, sounding impressed.
“Thank you! I know we've had our work cut out training the two of them, but I think we've both done an excellent job,” Stolas said. He cupped Vassago's face, tilting his chin up. Vassago looked at him with wide eyes, his beak hanging open as though he wanted a kiss.“Look at how beautifully your pet is taking it,” Stolas said, turning Vassago's head so that he could look at the scene before them.
“They're beautiful,” Vassago said dreamily. “Blitzø is very passionate, isn't he?”
“Yes,” Stolas agreed, looking over as well. Blitzø had grabbed Andrealphus and pulled him backwards until he was in his lap. He was humping into Andrealphus steadily, his teeth sunk into the back of the bird's neck. “He fucks me so roughly, Vassago, you really should have a go with him. He's very enthusiastic,” Stolas added.
“I would love that, gracias,” Vassago said, his voice pitched low with excitement.
Stolas couldn't help himself, he turned Vassago's face back towards him and leaned forward to kiss him. Through his top eyes he saw Vassago's eyes widen in surprise, before closing as he kissed Stolas back desperately.
Stolas had always known the older demon would taste good. He was just so handsome, Stolas couldn't stop himself from sliding into his lap, straddling one thick thigh.
Meanwhile, Andrealphus was moaning like a whore, squirming and shivering, his hands balled into fists.
“Blitzø! Do you want to come inside of him?” Stolas asked sweetly, turning to watch them again. “Breed him, get him pregnant?”
Vassago moaned this time, his hand drifting down between his own legs between them. “Oh how beautiful would my sweet pájaro look all round and full,” he said, breathlessly. Then he seemed to remember himself, moving his hand back up to Stolas' waist, safely away from his cloaca.
“He would be gorgeous,” Stolas agreed, amazed that Vassago had touched himself. He'd been wanting to bed the other demon for a long time now. It seemed all he'd needed to do was show off his pet to make it happen.“Perhaps we should have the two of them breed more often? See how long it takes to put a baby in him.”
“Oh, you tempt me,” Vassago said breathlessly “Yes, let him come inside. See if it sticks. Andy is very receptive, he might get pregnant right away.” His voice was low and rough, arousal clear.
Stolas felt torn between the show being put on by their pets and the temptation to fuck Vassago.
“Stolas, do you mind if I,” Vassago made a gesture at himself.
“Oh, not at all, please, I must admit I'm soaked, myself,” Stolas said cheerfully, his eyes focused on his pet as he fucked into the peacock demon. Andrealphus was moaning constantly now, letting Blitzy use his body. Stolas could see just the base of Blitzø's cock as he humped into Andrealphus, and his stomach twisted with arousal.
"In fact, I would love to touch you, if that's alright with you?" Stolas said.
Vassago looked at him with his wide eyes, a blush on his faceplate. "Oh, yes. Stolas are you sure?"
"Very much so," Stolas said, sliding his hand down the curve of Vassago's soft belly, hand wandering lower and lower until he could rub at Vassago's cloaca through his pants. "I've been wanting to touch you since I first saw you."
"You were barely eighteen when we first met," Vassago recalled shivering under the added pressure of Stolas' fingers against him. "You wanted an old man like me?"
"You're hardly old in the grand scheme of Hell," Stolas laughed. "And yes. I wanted you then, and have wanted you since."
Vassago looked at him, his eyes dark with desire. Stolas was suddenly desperate to touch him properly.
Stolas slid down off of Vassago's lap, kneeling on the ground in front of him. He gently eased Vassago's thighs apart, making space for himself between them.
"Watch them for me while I'm indisposed, will you?" Stolas asked, working at the fly of Vassago's pants.
Vassago nodded, tearing his eyes away from Stolas with great difficulty to look over at their pets. He lifted his hips and let Stolas pull his pants and underwear down.
Stolas took in the sight of Vassago's cloaca, the dazzling white and red feathers that framed it, and the slit that glistened with the evidence of his arousal.
He touched him around the soft skin, delighting in the shiver it sent through the parrot's body.
A yelp from Andrealphus made him tear his eyes from the beautiful cloaca in front of him, and he nearly laughed at the sight of Blitzø humping into the peacock with vigor, his hips and tail both snapping hard, claws dug into Andrealphus' chest.
"Blitzø fill him up now, be a good boy," Stolas called out, slowly sinking a finger into Vassago. Vassago gasped, and Blitzø growled, picking up speed until he stilled buried deep inside of Andrealphus and came.
Blitzø pulled out and immediately stuck his face between Andrealphus' legs, licking at his cunt with fervor.
“Blitzø! Bad boy,” Stolas called out, though he couldn't help but smile. He knew exactly what his pet was up to. If he licked all of his cum out of Andrealphus he was probably hoping that they'd have to have them breed again.
Blitzø pulled back, his face wet with slick, and pouted at him.
Blitzø trotted over to see what was going on, his tail swishing lazily behind him.
He watched where Stolas was adding a second finger to Vassago's cloaca, his eyes hungry and pupils blown
“Good job Blitzy, did you like breeding the pretty peacock?” Stolas cooed, still pumping his fingers in and out of Vassago's cloaca. Vassago was close, his hips lifting and grinding against Stolas’ hand.
Blitzø purred, watching Stolas' fingers disappear inside of Vassago's cloaca over and over. He licked his lips, clearly desperate to have a taste. Poor insatiable little thing, there was really no satisfying him when he got like this, short of exhausting him.
“Andrealphus,” Vassago called out, his voice rough “Make sure you keep Blitzø's cum inside you. It's a better chance of the breeding taking if you do.”
Stolas groaned at the idea “I'm not sure if I want your pet to get pregnant right away, or if I want to have Blitzy fill him up a few more times,” he admitted.
“Ahh, either way, they can have playdates.” Vassago said. He was so close to coming, his cloaca tightening around Stolas’ fingers. “I-I expect Andy will only get more cock-hungry when he's pregnant.”
Andrealphus was blushing, squeezing his thighs together as they talked about him. Stolas wondered if he would be ready for another round soon.
“Perhaps we can all play, if needed” Stolas said thoughtfully. “It might take all of us to keep your pet satisfied if he'll get as slutty as you think. I wouldn't mind fucking him myself, if needed.”
This was what tipped Vassago over the edge, and he came, clenching down on Stolas’ fingers.
Later on, with the pets curled around their feet, Vassago would eat Stolas out until he was limp and trembling. The noises would send the pets back into a breeding frenzy, sloppy noises joining the fray as Blitzø was permitted to breed Andrealphus again, pumping him back full of come.
But for now, Stolas simply smiled and rose to his feet, staring at Vassago as he popped his wet fingers into his mouth, cleaning the slick from them.
Tea parties had never been so fun.