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Stolas had rushed through the last part of his day. There were times he missed the life of a prince. But those times were far and few between.
Living a peaceful life with his daughter was so much better. Stolas had tried to make it work with his wife. However, he simply could not do it. So he spoke with his father. And after long and hard deliberation, lots of back and forth, an agreement was struck. Stolas and Octavia would abdicate. They were given a generous amount of money, with a monthly sum given as an allowance until the day that Octavia turned 18. At that point she could return if she desired; however, not as a princess.
It was a hard decision. Making the choice for himself was easy, but making it for his daughter? Well, that was an entirely different thing. She was far too young to make such a decision on her own. When she became older, she very well might resent him for the choice. But he knew that if they had stayed, or if he had left her behind, she would have been just as miserable as he had been. He could not do that to her. She deserved the chance to find happiness. Frankly, so did he.
Finding a bit of happiness and pleasure for himself was definitely part of his plan for tonight. After getting little Octavia off to bed, he quickly went downstairs to clean the kitchen. He then made his way to his small office, closing the door behind him and turning on his computer. It was an older model that he had bought used. He did not need anything new and fancy. He really had only been interested in trying to make connections with others. Which is exactly what he had been doing. With the username Owlprince, he made online connections that led to suggestions from others to go to this server or that. He had explored many of them. He was coming to the realization that he was living a rather drab and dull life compared to some.
One day he came across Daddy’s House. This server was a bit different than the servers he had been in so far. Here people could communicate in large group threads and chat rooms. However, breaking off and having private conversations was not only acceptable, but it was expected.
Recently, someone named Blitzkrieg0911 started chatting with him. One evening, he had asked Stolas if he was interested in a private chat. Stolas, always looking for deeper connections, agreed. He quickly learned that the private chats were much more intimate than he had ever imagined. Blitzkrieg started telling him all the things he was going to do to him if he ever met him. Stolas felt embarrassed because he did not know how to act. He apologized and explained that he had never done anything like this.
“It’s fin.” Blitzkrieg had responded. “I’l tech u.” and with that the lessons began.
That was only two weeks ago. Tonight was to be another lesson. Stolas quickly logged on and waited. He nearly had a Pavlovian response to seeing Blitzkrieg's name pop up. Without any delay, they started a private chat.
They started using mics as soon as Stolas was able to buy one. Blitz really seemed to know what he was doing, but his spelling could take Stolas out of it. Not to mention Stolas loved hearing Blitzkrieg's deep, sultry voice. It had such a good effect on him.
“Hey babe, miss me?” The voice Stolas was slowly coming to crave asked.
“Very much so, yes.” Stolas tried to restrain himself. He had been warned about being too eager, so he didn’t want to push his luck.
“I am guessing you are all alone?” he was asked by the sultry voice from the void.
“Yes.” Stolas breathed.
“Good. What are you wearing?”
“A sweater and jeans,” Stolas said, looking down at himself.
A chuckle came through the mic. “Babe, you are supposed to tell me you are wearing something sexy, or maybe nothing at all.”
Stolas hung his head a little. He was so very bad at this. “Oh, I am sorry.”
“It’s OK. Take the shirt off and unbutton your pants. That will make it up to me.”
As swiftly as he could, Stolas ripped the shirt over his head. He got stuck in the headphone wires, but was able to untangle himself quickly. He threw his shirt behind him, not caring where it landed. He readjusted the headphones on his head and undid his pants button as he said, “Done.”
“Good boy.” There was a momentary silence. “I want you to run your hands over your chest for me. Slowly. Caress yourself.”
“OK. I am doing it.”
“Very gently, I want you to roll your nipple in between your forefinger and thumb. Gentle for right now.”
“Oh, ummmmmm.” Stolas was not sure what to do.
“What’s wrong?” Blitzkrieg asked, his voice changing in octave. It sounded a bit more natural. Thankfully, it held no annoyance, just genuine curiosity.
“I…I do not have nipples.” Stolas smacked himself in the face. Why had he broken character? He had always just pretended to do what Blitzkrieg asked. Stolas was still satisfied every time from hearing Blitzkrieg's pleasure. “I am avian,” he whispered. Suddenly feeling the full weight of years and years of cutting comments about his appearance crash down onto him all at once. This was becoming far too real. Fear of how Blitzkrieg would react gripped him. He did not wish to lose this connection. It had only been two weeks, but he was starting to crave it. It was a burst of vibrancy in his life that he longed for. Losing this would be devastating.
“Avia…You're a bird? Does that mean you have a bird puss instead of a dick?”
“Yes. And, also, I do not have nipples.”
“Why the Hell haven’t you told me this sooner?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Stolas was tired of always being a disappointment. It would be nice being what someone else actually wanted. So he threw all the cards on the table.
“Shhhh.” Blitzkrieg soothed. “That is OK. It still feels good having your body caressed, right?”
“Yes.” Stolas had to admit.
“I bet you have amazing chest fluff. Run your fingers through it for me.” Stolas let out a small moan as he complied. “Good. Now grab it hard. If I was there, I would be exploring every inch of your mouth with my tongue while grabbing that fluff.” Blitzkrig practically purred.
Stolas had no idea what Blitzkrieg actually looked like, but he could imagine the scene perfectly in his head. The demon pinning him onto the bed, one hand gripping tight to the chest fluff while an eager tongue played with his. Another moan escaped.
“Are you starting to get wet?” he heard Blitzkrieg whisper seductively. “Let's find out. Take your pants off slowly. Tell me what you are doing.”
“I am standing up.” Narrating his every move still felt so strange and awkward, but he remembered that Blitzkrieg liked it. “Now I have my thumbs hooked into my pants and I am pushing them down….” he thought a moment before adding in a deep voice that he hoped mimicked the sultry voice Blitzkrieg used so often. “Slowly”.
Stepping out of the jeans and kicking them aside, he continued. “Now I am going to pull down my boxerbriefs.”
“Describe them.” Blitzkrieg sounded a little breathless.
“They are black and hug me so well. They are incredibly soft.”
“I want you to run your hands over them. Run your hands over your birdpuss.”
Stolas did as told and keened. He let his fingers stroke over them gently. “They are damp,” he whispered.
“Fuck yeah.” was the moaned response.
“I am pulling them off now.” Once the item of clothing was removed, Stolas sat back down. “I am now completely naked.”
“I want to eat that bird puss. I bet you taste good. Run your fingers along the side of your puss. Slow and gentle. Just a whisper of a touch.” Stolas obeyed. “I like it when you make bird noises.” Blitzkrieg chuckled lightly.
Stolas hadn’t even realized he had done it. Had the sound escaped because the pleasure was so much more intense this time? This experience was a thousand times more exciting when he touched himself with purpose instead of blindly following instructions based on imaginary anatomy. This way he could finally reach the parts of his body aching for touch, and his companion guided him so well. He could almost feel his hands, hot and eager, all over his body.
He continued to run his fingers along the sides of his entrance until he was told to. “Let a finger slide in.”
Stolas had pleasured himself plenty of times. It felt good, sure. He had even spent chats sessions with other demons, following their instructions. However, whenever Blitzkrieg told him what to do, his body reacted differently. Blitzkrieg knew exactly what to say, what to have Stolas do; he knew exactly how to say it. No one thrilled him like Blitzkrieg.
This time was no different. Blitzkrieg instructed him step by step. He told him when to add another finger and another and when to quicken the pace. He instructed him on what to do with his other hand. He described what he would do if he was there. All the while telling him what a good job he was doing, how fucking hot it was, that he could hear the wet noises of his abused pussy through the microphone. Stolas climbed ever closer to his climax, until his body could not take any more, and Stolas exploded with pleasure. He could hear the pleasant groan through the mic that let him know his partner had also come.
Stolas’ whole body pulsed and throbbed with pleasure. His heart pounded in his ears, and his breath came in deep, rapid pants. His fingers were coated with the lingering signs of self-indulgence that were also running down his thigh. His brain was floating in a sea of euphoria, which is probably why he let slip:
“Fuck, I wish you could really touch me.” His words huffed out between pants.
A stunned silence followed a sharp inhale on the other side of the line, then…
“You mean it?” Blitzkrieg had a hopefulness to his voice that made something in Stolas’ stomach do a flip.
“Yes.” This was getting into dangerous territory, but he could not help himself.
A small, happy chuckle echoed softly from the other side of the line. “Let’s get a coffee. I just DM’ed you an address of a coffee shop I go to a lot. Nice public place. We could chat a bit and just see where this goes.”
Stolas realized the coffee shop was only a few blocks away. Before he could think better of it he replied. “How does Saturday at 2 sound?”
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Stolas sat nervously, running a finger over the rim of his coffee cup. It was 2:10. He sat at the table with a red rose. This was how Blitzkrieg was supposed to identify him. It seemed so incredibly romantic when he had originally suggested it. Now it simply felt foolish.
He checked the time on his phone. Ten minutes- a person running ten minutes late was not a bad thing. That could easily happen. He kept trying to remind himself of this, but the voice in his head insisted on making him feel bad. He probably came in and saw you and high-tailed it out of here. You never asked for a way to identify him. He could have walked right past you; you would have never known.
Stolas hated to think it was true, but it was very possible. Why hadn’t he asked for a way to recognize his date? You gave him an easy out. Come on, look at you. No one would ever be interested in you.
Stolas felt a lump form in his throat. The voice in his head was right. How could anyone be interested in him? Stella had always told him he was an ugly, twig-ass dull bird. He should just stick to online chatrooms. No one needed to look at him there. They could simply imagine he looked anyway they wanted.
Another agonizing 5 minutes passed. Stolas was about to gather his things and leave when the door to the coffee shop burst open and a very agitated, ranting to himself, imp stormed in. Or at least he had started to. Three steps over the threshold and the imp appeared to trip over thin air and faceplanted.
Stolas watched as the man got up and paused for a moment before he continued with his rant as if nothing had happened. “Of all the fucking days to have my van break down. Just fucking perfect. There is no way–” the imp continued as he scanned the room.
He stopped, completely froze as his eyes locked on Stolas. He glanced down at the flower and then back at Stolas’ face. “You waited?” he whispered.
Stolas realized he recognized the voice. “Blitzkrieg?”
The imp came over. “Name’s Blitz; the O is silent”
Stolas did not want to appear ignorant, so he simply nodded. Perhaps he could Voogle that term later.
He stretched out a hand towards Blitz. “I am Stolas, or as you would know me, Owlprince.”
Blitz stared at him, never taking his eyes off of him as he sat down.
“I am probably not what you were expecting...” Stolas began, feeling his insecurities take the best of him.
“You are right about that.” Blitz interrupted before leaning in, giving him a smug, ultra-friendly smile as he plopped into the seat across from Stolas. “I was expecting an uggo honestly,” he whispered like he was sharing a state secret with a lifelong friend. Then he leaned back in his chair before continuing, “but we always have a good time, so I thought, who cares, right?” Blitz gave him a slow appreciative look and let out a low whistle before adding, “Fuck, I lucked out.”
Stolas blinked slowly. Was Blitz, who was arguably the most vibrant, gorgeous, sexiest creature Stolas had ever laid eyes on, saying he, Stolas, was not ugly? That couldn’t be right.
“Anyway, I am really sorry for being this late.” Blitz continued. “My van broke down. It usually is very reliable, but of all days.” He shrugged.
“It is quite all right. Honestly, I thought you had seen me and changed your mind.” Stolas dropped his eyes, too embarrassed to meet the other’s.
“Only an idiot would walk out on you.” Blitz smiled. Then a frown crossed his face. “But if you umm…you know, if you changed your mind. It’s cool.”
Stolas shot his head up. “What? No, I.. you… you are so sex… Ahem.” Stolas needed to calm down. He was embarrassing himself. “I would very much like the opportunity to get to know you better.”
A big smile spread across Blitz’s face. “Yeah? You mean it?”
Stolas couldn’t help the soft smile that crossed his own face. “I do. You seem very nice.”
“Ha!” Blitz laughed. “You only think that because you just met me.”
Given what he had known of Blitzkrieg, he was expecting a tall, sexy, graceful, put-together, very much an in-control beast of a man. However, Blitz was not tall, a bit clumsy, and not quite put-together, but was still somehow a dominant beast of a man. A man with flaws. Flaws that made Stolas want to get to know him better.
“Shall we order?” Stolas asked.
“Shit, yeah. I am paying though. I asked you out, so it’s on me.” Blitz pushed his chair back and headed over to the counter.
Stolas had thought he should protest, but somehow knew Blitz would not allow it, so he simply followed Blitz to the counter in silence. They placed their order. Blitz, a coffee that didn’t taste like piss, thank you very much. Stolas, a nice calming lavender tea.
Once seated again, Blitz said, “Tell me about yourself. You don’t strike me as the type of guy who hangs out in sex chatrooms. I seriously was expecting some kind of freak.”
The burn on his cheeks was immediate. “Why would you want to meet me if you thought that I was that kind of person?”
Blitz shrugged off handily. “I am kind of horny. Thought what the heck, why not?”
“I… um… I…was not exactly….I did not think...” Stolas stammered.
“You are really cute when you get flustered.” Blitz shook his head gently. “Relax.” He waved a hand at Stolas. “Nothing needs to happen here.” He then smiled mischievously. “Unless you want it to,” he added with that sultry voice of his and winked.
“I think I would really like to get to know you better.” Stolas took a sip of his tea, trying to appear calmer than he truly was. He shrugged as he set down his cup. “Then we can see what happens after.” He once again tried to imitate the tone Blitz used.
Stolas thought he saw a blush tint Blitz’s cheeks, but it passed so quickly he was not sure if he hadn’t simply imagined it. “So. Tell me about yourself.” Blitz repeated the request.
Stolas thought for a moment how best to summarize himself. “I am a relatively recently-divorced father. My ex-wife has given up all claims to our young daughter, so I am learning to be a single father. I love astronomy, which is part of my career. Reading and gardening are my two favorite hobbies. How about you? Tell me about yourself.”
Blitz stared a moment at him. “You have a kid? Someday, I would like to meet her. Kids are just the fucking best!” He took a sip of his coffee before he continued. “I also am a single dad. I adopted my daughter, so there was never anyone else. So I know how hard single dad life can be. I used to work in a circus, but now I do a lot of freelance work, trying to find my place in the world. I have big dreams. I am going to be one of the few Imps that has their own business. Be my own boss. I love to cook, especially for the ones I care for; I doodle all the time, and horses are the greatest creatures ever created. I think that is pretty much it.”
“Does your love for horses come from your time in the circus?”
Blitz looked off to the side. “Yeah. But I don’t really want to talk about it too much. It gets pretty dark. Not exactly a first date kind of conversation, you know?”
Stolas was pretty sure he could understand. He imagined it was similar to talking about Stella. He could really only ever think about sharing the things Stella had done to him with someone he was extremely close with. And even then, he was not sure he would ever be able to. He decided it was best to try and steer the conversation in a brighter direction. “I have an acquaintance, Shax. She has many horses and often allows people to ride them. I have procured riding lessons for my daughter. Perhaps, if this goes well, your child could join us one time. I am sure they could be allowed to ride as well.”
Stolas’s heart melted at the sight of the saucers Blitz’s eyes had transformed into. Big yellow sparkling jewels with beautiful ruby centers. “You would do that?” Blitz whispered.
“I do not see a problem with this.” Stolas truly could not see an issue. He was discovering he wanted to spend much more time with this imp. There was something extremely familiar about him. Probably the online sessions. But it felt much more innocent than that.
“Tell me a bit more about your child. What is their name?”
“Loona. She is my pride and joy.” Blitz beamed. “She can be a handful. The girl has some anger issues, but it’s fine because she is just protecting herself. The kid has had to go through things no one should.”
Blitz and Stolas wound up spending the next 40 minutes sharing stories and anecdotes about their daughters. After discovering that Loona was only a few years older than Octavia, Blitz declared, “We should set up a playdate or something like that.” Blitz let out a slow breath. “Loonie doesn’t have a lot of friends.”
Stolas eagerly agreed. “That would be a wonderful idea. Octavia, unfortunately, also has very few friends.”
Stolas looked at the clock on the wall before sighing. “Speaking of Octavia– I will need to pick her up from the sitter’s.”
Blitz's face fell. “Oh, yeah. OK.”
Stolas grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen. He wrote on it and then handed it to Blitz. “After today, I think I do not wish to return to the chatroom again.”
Blitz's tail started to jerkily whip behind him, giving him an air of unease, almost panic.
Stolas continued, “I think it is very possible that I have stumbled upon something much better.” He pointed at the napkin he had handed Blitz. “That is my phone number. Please feel free to call me anytime.” He thought for a moment. “Also, I would very much like to invite you and your daughter to have dinner with me and my daughter. And, since it is I who is asking, I will be the one paying.”
Blitz blinked at the napkin, then slowly raised his eyes to meet Stolas’. “I would really, fucking love that,” Blitz responded as his shoulders and tail visibly relaxed.
Blitz swooped behind Stolas’ chair and jumped on the table next to them, now holding Stolas’ jacket. “Allow me,” he said as he carefully helped Stolas into said jacket. He placed a quick peck on Stolas’ cheek, causing both men to blush.
“I am going to call you tonight to set up firm plans, ok?” Blitz said as he hopped off of the table.
“I would like that very much,” Stolas replied. On a whim, he bent down and hugged Blitz, also giving him a small peck on the cheek. “I look forward to your call.”
“Hang on,” Blitz said, suddenly rushing out of the coffee shop. He returned moments later holding a colorful bouquet of flowers. “You brightened my day so well, I hope this bit of color brightens yours.”
Stolas was thrilled and gratefully took the flowers. No one had ever given him flowers before. So many beautiful colors in one single bouquet. It brought a smile to Stolas’ face. “Thank you for bringing me color,” Stolas said.
With that, Stolas straightened, gave Blitz a wave, and headed out of the cafe. It wasn’t until he walked out the door that he realized he had misspoke and said color instead of flowers. Too embarrassed to look back, he rushed down the street. Had he looked back, he would have seen Blitz give a fist bump in the air…