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Stolitz

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Full Moon Lust

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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The owl prince was more beautiful than he had any right to be, splayed out across his bed like that, Blitz' looking down at him. His name was, in fact, Blitzo, but with the "O" being silent, he made a point of not pronouncing it anymore. It helped differentiate one part of his life from what came afterwards, his shift in life direction something that he felt he needed to symbolise. Unlike many other things, it was entirely down to him, his decision.

But it was his decision too, or so he told himself, to return for the night of the full moon, every cycle in Hell, to fuck the gorgeous Stolas six ways from Sunday. He had not thought that it was anything more than a transactional fucking, at least at first, but...well... Blitz would have sighed, if not for the fact that, in some way, he was still playing a role there.

"Oh, yes, my big dicked imp..."

Blitz smirked. Yeah, that was more like it. He raked his claws down the bird's sides, across his back, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to bring a shuddering gasp to Stolas' lips, hips grinding and humping back all the more urgently. Although he'd never asked, because it wasn't any of his fucking business, he was sure he was the first, and only, guy that the owl had ever fucked.

That didn't bother him. In fact, it was kind of hot.

"Yeah, daddy's got what you like, bitch."

Stolas shuddered beneath him. Damn, he hardly had to say anything at all to get the owl horny, if not hard, for he had a cloaca like many other avian types in Hell, though it had thrown him to begin with. He drooled and dripped, on all fours with his chest bowed down to the bed, his tail feathers beautifully raised, as if he was striving to put himself on full display for the imp.

The imp's tail lashed back and forth restlessly, but he did not allow that to translate to his fingers sliding through the bird's hot folds, the feathers around his cloaca soaked with arousal. Damn, he was a horny fuck, but it was there that Blitz had control, grinding back and forth, replacing his fingers with his dick but still not penetrating the needy, squirming prince. Arousal strung out between his fingers, sticky and viscous, though he was just as eager as ever to tease, to show Stolas how he was the only imp in the seven rings of Hell that could give him what Blitz did, every full moon.

"Oh, Blitzy..." Stolas moaned, twisting back and forth, though a well-timed thrust up against Stolas' backside stilled him. "Please... Oh, please, fuck me, pound me, I want to feel your big cock driving up deep, deep inside me!"

"Ah, shut your yapping. Satan's balls, I should have gotten the gag out this time..."

He might have said that, but he loved, secretly, how the owl cried out for him, pressing the head of his cock, the tip defined around the glands, to Stolas' bird-puss. It was there that he poised, for a single moment, before thrusting in, allowing Stolas to think, if only for a moment, that he was not going to do it, that he was going to spend more and more time winding him up, showing him just how much he needed him.

But not that night, not as he rammed in with his full length, tail flicking wantonly, betraying his need, even though the owl's head was shoved into the pillows, feathers puffing off in all directions. He shed the most when Blitz fucked him rampantly, as if he was nothing more than a hole to be filled, but he never looked scrawny afterwards, not like when he was actually moulting from stress.

The owl climaxed instantly, his passage clenching around Blitz as if he was trying to milk him right then and there, though Blitz had to hold back, had to give the prince a damn good ride, as much as the clenching pulse of that hot hole made him want to spill his load already. It would be so easy too, but it wouldn't be what they wanted, not as Blitz showed his teeth in a feral snarl, his eyes glowing yellow.

"Ah, fuck, yes... Daddy likey..."

"Ah - harder, Blitzy, yes! Fuck me, make me yours!"

That had been said before, but it made Blitz quiver in a way that he didn't honestly want to admit to. All he wanted to see was the bird coming undone at the seams, falling apart for him, blubbering and straining through frenzied words, crying out again and again in lust and orgasm. It was a moment of passion and, frankly, it didn't have to be any more than that. Not even if it was.

"Yeah, that's right, bitch," he hissed through his teeth, slamming in harder, the slop of the bird's hole around him seeming to suck him deeper with every thrust. "Say my name... Say my fucking name!"

"Ah - Blitz!" The owl was nearly there, panting heavily, flushed in the face and his beak helplessly agape. "Please... Blitzyyy!"

The last syllable of the pet name that Stolas had given him rang out in orgasm as the owl's delicious hole clenched around him, suddenly a lot hotter and wetter and slicker than it had been, though that was perhaps Blitz' over-active imagination at work. All the imp knew was that there was nothing hotter than the owl in the throes of climax, helpless and pinned, even though they knew, really, that Stolas could have thrown him off if he'd been of a mind to.

It was all part of their play, the owl's willing submission to him, as much as Blitz liked playing the other side of the coin too. The power in the imp thrummed through his aching, pulsing body with every rampant thrust, hissing through his teeth like a savage, as if he was no more than a wild imp down in the pits of Hell, a creature that only knew brutality and the roughness of life. It had been Stolas who had introduced him to more than that, his cock slopping hotly into his bird-puss, pounding the prince to orgasm after orgasm, clenching and squeezing ardently around his thick shaft.

The imp's head spun. Yes, it was coming, despite his stamina, and he didn't want to hold back, not as he howled out his bliss to the hint of his name on Stolas' lips, driving in, balls aching in the glory of release. He shot his load into the owl as if his hole was nothing more than a dumping ground for his cum, which, to be fair, was pretty much what it had become during all their monthly meetings. It was what they liked and that was more than all right: the hot and the messy, the crude words, the sluttiness of it all. When it was both of them on the same page, one loving it as much as the other, it was not as if that was a bad thing.

But Blitz had never liked being treated like that before. But he'd never been in a role where he was more dominant in the bedroom than not, enjoying the flavour of both sides. Maybe there had to be an element of trust there, even just a tiny little bit of it, for it to work for him?

With his cock buried in the owl's hole, however, flexing softly around him as Stolas teased down, gently, from his high, was not the moment to consider that. Better to lean into the moment, to kiss and nip against what part of the owl's back that he could reach, his body curved around Stolas as if he was an offering, his shaft still buried deep. Under him, Stolas gave a delicious little shiver, the kind of shiver that kept the imp coming back for more.

Resting there over Stolas as he spent every drop of his cum, the imp huffed hotly, breath puffing out his cheeks. Maybe he would stay that night or maybe he wouldn't. Once again, Blitz would tell himself that it was only because Stolas' bed was more comfortable than his (which was not a lie), but there was so much more to it than that.

There was only so much that could be hidden under the guise of their full moon lust, though Blitz would keep up the ruse, the pretence, for a little while longer. He had to, even as the owl hooted contentedly under him, satisfied, at least for the moment. There was a part of Blitz that hoped that he would want him again that night, if only so that he had a reason to stay for longer, something that he could play off as "something he had to do".

He lied to himself more than anyone else, but the owl quivered under him.

"Come lay with me, Blitzy."

And, as if those golden shackles were around his wrists once more, the gilded collar snapping into place, he went into the owl's arms, letting Stolas draw him in close, held there like something far more precious than what Blitz thought he was. Eyes half-lidded, tail curling absent-mindedly around the owl's slender leg, Blitz exhaled more softly than he ever did

With Stolas...maybe things could be alright. But then was not the time for thinking.

He was hopelessly gone, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.