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In bed. Soft. Warm. His back swaddled. Her arm around him, hand splayed on his tummy. He smiles. She's big, much bigger than usual. Her snout is not in the back of his neck, but above his horns where she rests her chin. So comfortable. Eyes closed, murmuring, his hand comes down to caress hers. Here the softness is gone. Leathery skin. Cold and cruel. He frowns. Her name escapes his lips.

That evil claw rubs his stomach. The witch whispers. "Guess again."

A sharp gasp. He turns his head to look. The witch smiles down at him sweetly. He screams. A scramble to get away, in vain with the claw on his midriff. Kisses on his scalp.

"So pathetic," she says lovingly. "Puny little cock. It's all mine."

He screams. "No! No!-"

* * *

"NO!"

Moxxie doubled over, his feet and head launching forward across the bed, yellow eyes shooting open with sudden, heart-gripping terror. The bedsheet rippled with him before it was thrown off with the panicked throw of his arm. SHE'S GOT ME. SHE'S GOT ME. SHE'S GOT ME!

A deeply startled Millie held on to him, her slumber broken even more rudely. She was latched to his back as the larger spoon, having fallen asleep to the reliable warmth of her husband's back. Now it was tearing away from her, screaming wildly like there was something after him. Her head jerked up from the pillow, the messy black hair between horns strewn across her shocked features. Moxxie was scrambling away from her, thrashing and whimpering incoherently.

"Moxxie!" she screamed. "MOXXIE!"

He gasped sharply and whipped onto his back. It was not Stella in bed with him, but his wife. She looked at him with deep concern. He darted his eyes around the room. It was not the Goetia bedchamber, but his apartment bedroom. There was Millie and him smiling together in a framed photo they had taken at one of the Great Sulfur Lakes. Similar pictures adorned the walls and sat on dressers. His breathing calmed and so did his heart, at least gradually. A dream. Just a dream.

He dropped his head down on the pillow and sighed. He realized how much he was sweating. "Fuck... I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Shhhhhhhhhhh..." Millie rubbed his chest. "It was just a dream. Just a dream," she cooed in her country accent.

"Yeah. I know. It was... Real. Super real."

"I bet it was, but it's OK. It's over." Her hand stopped over his heart, absorbing its rapid pulse. "You wanna talk about it?"

His heart seized beneath her palm. "Ah... No. It's no big deal." He sat up to pull the sheet back up. To his dismay his penis was fully erect. Cute. Millie calls it cute. He yanked the sheet back up so he wouldn't have to look at it. He laid back down on his side and closed his eyes. "Goodnight."

A deeply concerned Millie laid down with him and cuddled up to his back with her arm going back around him. "Goodnight, darlin'." She smooched the back of his neck.

He wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, to be able to ignore his rampantly thudding heart and skip to next morning. The firmness of his erection wouldn't allow it, however, neither would the chance of seeing Stella in his dreams again. His one hand on the front of the pillow clenched. The guilt that had raked him so mercilessly since his infiltration of the Goetia estate gutted him the most deeply when Millie was latched to his side or spooned to his back like she was now.

His words came without conscious thought. "Hey Millie?"

She was as awake as he was. "Yeah, baby?"

"You still love me, right?" The anguish pulled at his heart, tightening his grip on the pillow and contorting his features. Tears welled in his eyes.

He felt her rocket up from the pillow. "Baby! Of course I love you!" She grabbed his shoulder and pulled him down onto his back. She saw him crying and gasped softly. "Moxxie, baby, what made you ask that? What made you think such a thing?"

"Sorry, sorry... I..." He wiped away his tears with the side of his hand. He sniffled. "Maybe that was the wrong question. I'm sorry. I know you love me." His voice was choked with emotion and regret.

"What did you mean?" she asked, herself on the brink of tears.

He reached his arm over his side to hold her hand. He squeezed it and gave it a rock. "I guess I meant..." would you still love me if you found out I cheated on you? But he knew damn well he didn't have a fraction of the strength to ask that, nor would he ever. "I guess I meant to ask if you would still love me if... if you found out I wasn't the man you thought I was."

Confusion made her head tilt. "Darlin', did you do something?"

The answer came automatically, though it deepened the dagger of shame that had drilled into his breast bone. "No."

"Then why are you so upset?" She reached for his face and pulled a lock of white hair from his eyes.

"I dunno." He had to wipe his eyes again. "I guess it was the dream. I did something really bad in it-" Really bad. "-and I felt guilty. I know it's a dream, but... It was so real." Much realer than he was prepared to confess.

"Oh, baby. You know I'd love you no matter what." She leaned over his face, pulled back her hair, and kissed him on the lips. "You wanna tell me what you did in the dream?"

Again, his answer came without control or input. "I can't remember, but it was scary and bad."

"I know it was, I know it was." She kissed him on the forehead. "It was just a dream, sweetheart. It's OK. I'll always love you, you know that. Will you always love me?"

Now it was his turn to look worried. "Of course, baby. I told you that the day we got married."

"So did I, you big doofus." She pinched his nose playfully, successfully getting a tiny smile out of him. "You want me to get you a hot milk?"

His mouth was awfully dry, but he didn't want her to get up. "No thanks, sweety."

Her eyes cut to his crotch hidden beneath the sheet. "Want me to do something else?" Her hand slithered towards his erection.

He had to fight the instinct to pull away from her. "N-no... You don't..." He cleared his throat. "Sorry babe. I'm not in the mood."

"Shhhhh, you don't have to say sorry for nothing."

If only that was the truth.

She kissed him on the mouth again. "You get some sleep, baby. Wake me up if you need anything. Anything."

"You got it babe."

She smiled. "I love you."

He smiled back. "I love you too."

Then she laid down and the two of them resumed spooning. Moxxie stared ahead into the dark, Millie's warmth covering his back protectively. She's not here, he reminded himself. She's not here. She's not here. I'll never see her again. And yet his erection still raged underneath the sheet. That night replayed in his head as it always did and always would. Stella's voice echoed in his mind, those scathing insults ensuring that his penis would stay hard. He squinted his eyes. She's not here. I'll never see her again. She's not here. I'll never see her again. Only after repeating that again and again in his head was he able to go to sleep. Luckily for him, the witch did not return.

* * *

The portal from Earth split open at IMP headquarters. Crackling flames bordered the window which bellowed the deafening crack and roar of small arms fire. Bullets whizzed through the office, white hot tracers that smacked into the opposite wall. Out sprinted Blitzo, head ducked, a submachine gun without its magazine clutched in his fist. His outfit was tattered with bleeding cuts dug into the skin. He leapt out from in front of the portal, out of view from his pursuers. He hit the floor chest first, knocking the wind out of him. He rolled onto his back to witness Moxxie and Millie running out in a panic, adventure and danger written on their clothes.

Moxxie reached his hand out at Blitzo and screamed. "CLOSE THE PORTAL!"

Blitzo clutched his fist over his heart and muttered a spell under his breath. Millie and Moxxie hit the dirt, hands over their heads. Shoom! The portal fell closed, silencing the boom of gunfire and the whizz of bullets. An eerie void of silence followed, filled only by the trio of assassins panting hard.

"Fuck me in the ass with a chainsaw, that one was rough." Blitzo climbed to his feet and chucked his gun onto a nearby table where it bounced and clattered loudly. He looked down at the wreck that had become his suit. "Fuck, I just bought this too."

Moxxie, ignoring his boss, held Millie's shoulders. "Are you OK, snookums?"

Millie, ever the daredevil, was laughing. "Of course I am! Gonna take more than a few pissed off mercenaries to hurt me! Are you OK?"

"Yeah." He scowled over his shoulder. "No thanks to dipshit here."

"I heard that," Blitzo snapped back.

"Yeah, well I'm glad you did!" Moxxie stormed to his feet. "You're our boss. You should be the last to leave every time."

"Hey, I kept a gauge on where you guys were the whole time. I knew you were right behind me when I jumped through." He pulled on the lapels of his jacket. "Now if you'll excuse me I'll go get your paychecks."

While Blitzo waltzed out of the room Moxxie helped pull Millie to her feet. "That was a rough one," he commented.

Millie brushed her legs off. "Yeah, I thought so too, but it ain't nothing we never dealt with before."

Moxxie rolled his shoulders. He would wake up the next morning with some bruises, that was for sure. "Yeah, doesn't make it any easier."

"Tell you what." She laid a hand on his chest and brought herself closer. "Why don't I reward you for all your hard work today? I'll make it special for the both of us~" Her lashes fluttered at him.

He buzzed with delight just at the sound of it. "Why, that sounds wonderful, madame."

They shared a giggle and a smooch. Just then Blitzo was coming back into the office with two envelopes. "Here you lovebirds go. Thanks for your help. See you next week. Bla bla bla."

They took their envelopes. Moxxie peeled open his to check his pay. He frowned immediately. "Hold on. $343? That's it?"

"What?" asked Millie. She hurriedly opened her own envelope. "Yeah! Mine is the same!" They both shot Blitzo with a look of confrontation.

He held his hands up defensively. "Now, now. I know that's not a lot compared to last week's."

"No," said Moxxie. "Not even close. In fact, it should be way more with all those contracts we completed." He held the check up and waggled it in the air. "You wanna explain this?"

Blitzo scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, well... If you want me to be honest-"

Moxxie groaned. This wasn't going to be good.

"-I kinda found a great deal on a rare set of horse pins online that I couldn't let slip."

It was worse than Moxxie expected. "Horse pins? You mean those stupid fucking things you put on your board in your office?"

"Hey!" Blitzo pointed a finger at him. "They are not stupid. I've got enough of them on that board to pay off a fucking student loan."

"Then maybe you have too fucking many! What purpose does that serve our company? Seriously! What purpose at all?"

Blitzo crossed his arms. "Well, they make the place look nice. It makes my time in the office easier."

"What-?" Moxxie touched his temples in a gesture of pure disbelief. "Then why'd you take it out of our paychecks?"

"Hey! This floor doesn't pay rent itself, and I've got bills to pay, you know!"

Moxxie's rage singularized into absolute fury. His clenched fist shook around the check. He spoke through clenched teeth. "So do we, asshole."

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Millie pulled into his peripheral. "Come on, sweety. Let's get out of here."

Moxxie maintained his ferocious stare with Blitzo for a few more moments before he exhaled through his nose and looked at Millie. That burning rage calmed into a sizzle, so his grip on the paycheck loosened. "Yeah, sorry Mills. Let's go."

"It's alright." She guided him by the shoulders out of the office, past Blitzo who opted not to look at the couple. They headed to the lobby where Loona was behind the front desk, scrolling on her phone, perfectly oblivious to the danger and dispute her coworkers had just gone through. Millie patted Moxxie on the shoulder. "I'm going to the lady's room. I'll be right back."

He patted her hand. "Go ahead, snookums. I'll be on the bottom floor."

While Millie slinked off towards the bathroom Loona spoke up. "Hey, fatass."

Moxxie groaned and turned around. "Loona, you know I'm not fat. Why do you persist in calling me that?"

The hellhound shrugged. "I dunno. It's funny. But hey, I got a letter for you."

Moxxie frowned. "From who?"

"Don't know. Some buff looking guy in a suit came up here and told me to give it to you. He said to make sure nobody else saw you read it, not even your wife."

Moxxie's heart clenched. Oh no. "What... What else did he say?"

"Nothing but that. Didn't even give me a chance to ask any questions, not that I tried." Loona pulled the letter off her desk and held it out to him.

Moxxie exhaled, the void in his lungs filled by anxiety. He came over and plucked the envelope from Loona's paw. She went right back to browsing her phone, already forgetting whatever Moxxie had going on.

The envelope was heavy. The material was an oddly bright shade of white, whiter than printer paper. The flap was sealed by a cherry red blotch of dried wax. Stamped into it was a gothic G. Moxxie had an idea what that stood for. He scraped the wax off with his thumb claw and opened the envelope. A single piece of paper was folded inside. He pulled it out, unraveled its three seams, then began to read its neatly scripted message:

Dear Moxxie,

You are hereby required to report to the Goetia Manor within the next three nights per demand of Her Excellency Princess Stella. Within the parking deck at 890 Sodom St., the one nearest your apartment building, there will be a limousine parked on the third level in space 3100 for the next three nights. During these three nights it will be there from 11 P.M. to 4 A.M. You are expected to report to this limousine during one of these three nights by yourself without alerting your wife. Should you fail to do so your wife and loved ones will all be killed.

Sincerely,

Morton, Head of Service, Goetia Manor

The purest terror bled across Moxxie's circulation as his eyes tracked across the ink inscribed before him. Such whimsical font and fancy watermarks utterly belied its horrifyingly blunt message. He was totally paralyzed, unable to move, unable to swallow, unable to breathe. Finally he lowered the letter to his side and stared ahead blindly, eyes focused on nothing, expressing only a fraction of the dread that had begun to churn his stomach contents into a boil.

"Hey."

He nearly jumped out of his skin. Spinning around he saw Loona still behind her desk, phone in her paw, a modicum of worry on her face.

"You alright?" she asked.

His jaw was hung open, twitching to form some word of affirmation that, for the first several moments, refused to come. "Y-yeah!" he squeaked finally. "Totally. Yeah. Fine. I'm fine. Great." He cleared his throat loudly and coughed into his fist. "Yeah. All is... peachy."

"What's the letter say? Bad news?"

Yes. You have no fucking idea. "Uh... Nah, not really. Just a letter from my dad and ma."

"Oh." She promptly lost interest and slumped back in her chair.

Moxxie held up the letter. He could see the fancy handwriting, but his mind protected him by refusing to decipher its text again. Instead he refolded the paper and stuffed it back into the envelope which went deep into his pocket.

That was the same time Millie came skipping back into the lobby. "All done! Now let's get out of here." She came up to Moxxie and grabbed his hand with her wet fingers. Immediately she noticed his shellshocked expression. "Baby, are you alright?"

He blinked and looked at her, then forced a smile. "Yeah! Sorry, I'm just thinking about how Blitzo shafted us."

"Aww, hey. I know it sucks. Try not to think about it."

"Yeah," he said. "That might be a little difficult."

* * *

At the apartment Moxxie had to sadly inform Millie that he wasn't in the mood for sex that night. "Sorry, but that move Blitzo pulled on us really got under my skin. I promise to make it up to you some other night."

Millie was visibly disappointed, but wasn't about to blame or chastise him. "I know, sweety. It's alright. Let's go to bed early so we can wake up early and spend the whole day together."

That didn't make him feel any better. "Sure."

The two of them retired to bed. Millie, a habitual snorer, was rattling her throat less than an hour later. Moxxie counted to 1000 before sneaking out of bed slowly. Once standing on the floor he waited to see if she was still asleep. Once her snoring resumed he began a slow tiptoe to the dresser to get some clothes on. The clock read 11:23. He had plenty of time.

In a hoodie and sweatpants he left the apartment and took an elevator to the bottom floor. He'd never been in the parking deck the letter mentioned, he and Millie always having relied on public transport to get to work. He gave the parking attendant a friendly, if nervous, nod. It was returned, albeit less enthusiastically. Moxxie took another elevator to the third floor. 3100. 3100. 3100. It didn't take long for him to find it. The limo was in the far corner of that level, its backside stretching out further than any other vehicle. It was an old-timey car, looking straight out of the 20's with its coffin-shaped hood and enclosed cabin separate from the driver's seat. The driver was leaning up against the car, having a smoke, indicating where Moxxie had to go with the glowing ember of his cigarette.

Moxxie approached with his head hung low and his hands in his pockets. The driver, it turned out, was an imp like him, but much taller and scrawnier. He exhaled a cloud of translucent cancer. "Moxxie?"

Moxxie nodded. "Yeah..."

The driver stood up and flicked his cigarette away before opening the rear door. "Get in"

Moxxie didn't want to, but without any choice he ducked his head into the limo and climbed in. Greeting him were the stoney grimaces of three other imps, each one a monolith of muscle and shoulder. They absorbed nearly the entire section of seat wherever they sat. The one directly in front of Moxxie, opposite the door, patted the rear seats that were open. He didn't say a word. None of them did.

A choked up Moxxie sat down. His knee bumped into the guard's knee. Moxxie slammed them together and leaned away from him. "S-sorry!"

The imp didn't react, instead holding that menacing gaze his two comrades mimicked. One was on Moxxie's right, next to the door, killing the best avenue of escape. The middle one was opposite Moxxie, his back towards the front of the limo. The third, the one Moxxie had bumped into, was the closest, on Moxxie's left.

Moxxie looked out into the parking lot, an image robbed of him by the driver slamming the door shut. Moxxie watched the driver's shadow through the blinded windows. It came around to the driver's side, then sat down. The engine revved to life. The limo backed out of its space.

Moxxie's return to Goetia manor had begun.

The journey was so painfully long. Dragging its time into the level of unbearable was the abject quiet that pervaded the cabin like a smog, choking Moxxie and his three brutish escorts into silence. He could not watch the city pass by them with the drapes covering the windows. Street lights zoomed past. He and his guards swayed in their seats whenever the car turned. On occasion he would open his legs and bump his knee against the adjacent imp. The second time it happened he apologized. The third and fourth time he kept quiet.

At last the limo came to a complete stop and the engine was killed. The driver came around to the door and opened it. Another cigarette was clamped between his teeth. He gestured outwards with his head. "Come on."

Moxxie obeyed with haste, wanting nothing more than to be out of that God awful limo. He found himself on the Goetia front lawn where the limo was parked at the apex of a circular driveway, in front of the porch steps. It was bizarre coming back here not as an intruder, but as a "guest", if he could even be called that. He heard the limo shifting as the guards lumbered out of the limo. They stood behind him menacingly, their limbs as thick as Moxxie's torso.

"Alright, I'm going." Moxxie went around the limo and up the front steps, followed closely by the guards. He wanted to tell them to back off, but he knew better.

When he reached the top of the porch the enormous front door came open. Standing there in a butler uniform was an imp smaller than Moxxie. He wore a dull, unamused expression. "Moxxie, I presume," he said in a tone that matched his face.

"Yes sir."

"Welcome back to Goetia Manor." Back, as in he knew it wasn't Moxxie's first time. "I'm Morton, Head of Service here. I wrote you that letter."

Moxxie wanted to throttle the stuck-up little imp. "Yes sir, I remember."

"Very good. Please, come in." He opened the door the rest of the way, inviting Moxxie and the three other men inside.

Moxxie was greeted by a sprawling foyer, its gothic theme represented by elaborate architecture and the combination of blue and scarlet colors. He looked up automatically to observe the magnificent chandelier above him, hung by nothing but magic.

Interrupting his gaze was a shove in the shoulder from behind. Morton was walking down the foyer, towards a hallway. "This way, Moxxie. The Princess would like to have a word with you."

Moxxie was stumbling forward when he corrected himself. He followed Morton, though not without shooting a mean look at the guards. None of them seemed to be intimidated. "So, uh... Stella found out I didn't work here, I'm guessing."

"That's Princess Stella, and yes, she did, though not on her own." They entered a more dimly lit hallway where the prevailing darkness was deep and unnatural. "I woke her up the morning following your intrusion. She was a wreck, you see, held captive by a throbbing hangover."

"Yeah, I saw how drunk she was."

Morton nodded sadly. "Yes. Anyway, I woke her up the next morning. She seemed to be interested in some servant I had never heard of. 'Moxxie', she said. The name wasn't familiar. Come to find out that one of our locks on the library had been broken and that Prince Stolas' Grimoire had been returned. It did not take the fullest power of my deduction to know what had happened."

Moxxie kneaded his hands in his hoodie nervously. "Sorry."

Morton ignored his apology. "The Princess was not as livid as I anticipated her to be. Such violations would have resulted in the request of the perpetrator's entire family being wiped out. I assure you that had she not approved of... whatever you did to her, that we would've done so already."

Moxxie's stomach was in a knot. Hearing it said so casually was worse than reading it. "Yeah. Uh... Thanks for not doing that."

Again, he was ignored. "And so the Princess requested we find out who the intruder was. With her rather astute description of you and knowing whom Stolas gave the Grimoire to, it wasn't hard to find your identity. Thus the Princess immediately demanded your return, and here you are."

"Yeah," sighed Moxxie. "Here I am."

They came to one of the doors. Morton stopped and did an about face to look at Moxxie. "The Princess is down here. You will speak with her and do everything she says. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir..."

"Good." Morton opened the door. It led into a deep staircase the bottom half of which was unlit. Moxxie came to the doorway and made the first step down. As he did Morton whispered into his ear. "Good luck to you, chap."

Moxxie meant to thank him, but his throat was too tight and his mouth too dry. He carried on with the next few steps, going slowly as the darkness grew around him with malicious sincerity. At the very base was nothing but black, the only light being the yellow glow of his eyes. Just when he started looking around to adjust he heard the door slam shut behind him.

Absolute black. Moxxie twisted in circles, seeing only the nose at the end of his face. He came to a stop, heart in a panic, trying to look through the great collage of hues and shapes that churned in his eyes.

Then, out of the black, opened two pink eyes. They angled into a familiar slant, illuminating the black liner which rose from her face like wings. Both pairs of eyes floated in the dark, staring one another down like rivals across the dusty street on high noon. Moxxie felt a chill blow through his limbs, as well as a shimmer in his penis.

"Moxxiiiiieeeeee~" cooed a throaty British accent.

The chill that had swept through him now exploded into a veritable tsunami of fear. "H-hi Stella."

"That's Princess Stella to you." A soft purr rumbled from her chest as her eyes closed for a moment, then rematerialized further down and sideways after she had laid down wherever she was. "Oh, Moxxie. I've been thinking about that night you broke into my mansion, my fortress, my solitude, the only place in the world where I can feel safe. I was inebriated, vulnerable, poor of judgment, and here you came to ravage me like a fiend would."

Moxxie felt his fear transition into bitter anger. His fists clenched inside his hoodie pocket. "Now ma'am, I think you know that's not what happened."

"It's not? Well, I certainly don't remember. I was blackout drunk. It's wrong to take advantage of a lady when she's been on the bottle, you know."

With how well Morton said she was able to describe him he knew that was bullshit. "Whatever you say, Princess."

"Whatever I say goes, imp. You ought to know that, you and all of your kind."

And she's racist. Of course. "Yes ma'am."

"Good." Her eyes floated back upright as she sat up. "Of course, I think you know why I invited you here tonight."

He took a deep breath. "Yes ma'am, I think I do."

She chuckled softly. "It was very rude of you to show up, insult me with that tiny cock, fuck me, then leave without so much as saying goodbye. I think you should make up for it~" There was the sudden snap of her fingers.

Whoosh.

The room came alight with the unified ignition of several torches on the wall. They were slow burning, the color of an evil purple. Stella was kneeling on a bed, its incredible mattress reaching out towards Moxxie like an open grave. She was nude except for the black leather corset that wrung her curves so tightly. Her blooming white breasts swelled over the bust, the top sliver of her onyx nipples peeking back at him. On her arms were matching elbow-length gloves. Black boots covered her feet and shins. Most threatening was the long, black crop rider she held against her palm. She began tapping it slowly while a dastardly smile rode her face.

Moxxie knew it was going to be bad, and yet he still wasn't prepared for any of this. Another shiver rippled across his skin, perking his nipples and shriveling his scrotum in his briefs. Stella sensed his extreme trepidation and laughed. "Awww, darling. Are you afraid?"

He gulped. "That obvious, huh?"

She made a pinching motion with her thumb and finger. "Just a smidge. You know, Moxxie, you wouldn't believe it with how miniscule that nub you call a cock is, but I rather enjoyed the night you visited."

"Yeah, I thought you did."

She assumed a threatening scowl and aimed the crop rider at him. "Hush. I won't tolerate a swollen head."

He flinched and looked downward. "Sorry, ma'am."

She put the crop rider back in her palm and resumed tapping it. "Anyway, that night, it was the first time I had actually felt something I hadn't since my marriage to Stolas. Do you know what that was?"

He looked up at her curiously. "Ma'am?"

"Fun." Her eyes widened and her tongue bounced off her palate with the emphasis of that one word. "It was the most enjoyment I've had in yeeeeeears. Unlike anything that sissy of a husband ever provided me." An ironic statement, given her vicious lampooning of Moxxie's manhood. "I came my brains out over your face and I felt like I was over the moon. Just watching you thrust that pathetic little wang of yours and hearing you cum over and over..." She let out a sultry growl. Her grip on the crop rider tightened, straining her leather gloves. "You have absolutely no idea how incredible it was. For the first time ever, I felt like a woman."

She warned him not to get a swollen head about it, but that was proving difficult. He had to fight back a smile and the urge to say 'you're welcome'. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said as humbly as he could.

"Mmmm, so am I." She reached out and rubbed the edge of the mattress in front of her. "Come here. Let me look at you again."

Doing so felt like entering a lion's den, as if he hadn't already. He slowly marched up to the foot of the bed. He was reintroduced to the intricacies of her body, those snowy white feathers that covered her plump thighs and the neatly parted quim that sat between them.

She brought the crop to his chest, poking the leather into his solar plexus. He shied his chin away from it. "Oh, darling, what are you afraid of? Don't you want to spend some time in bed with me? Didn't you enjoy our night together?"

He gritted his teeth as she slid the crop up his collar, his neck, then onto his chin. That minutia of contact made his skin crawl. "Not exactly..."

"Oh, spare me the fidelity. You came your little heart out so many times. You've been thinking about me every night you spent with that wife of yours, haven't you?"

His fists clenched. "Yes..." You vile woman.

"Mmm, I bet you have." She retracted the crop back into her grip. "Relax, darling. I'll more than make it worth your while. That imp you work for, the one that's been fucking my husband, he doesn't pay you very well, does he?"

He rolled his eyes. So she found out who Blitzo is. "No ma'am, he does not."

"Too bad. Fret not, darling. I'll more than compensate you for that and the time you spend here. You'll never go hungry ever again. How does that sound?"

Too good to be true. "Fine... ma'am."

"I'm glad you think so, now be a doll and strip for me."

He gulped. "Yes ma'am." He pulled his hoodie up and over his head. Next he peeled off his shoes and socks. Stella watched closely, her mixed amusement and arousal making her smile. More of his firehouse red skin became bare to her. He was left in his tighty whities until they too were removed by being pulled down his legs. At last he was totally nude, that inadequate willy flopping out of him, half shrunken by the fear that made his muscles shiver. Once the deed was done he stood upright, arms crossed in front of his chest. It took every bit of his strength not to cover his manhood with his hands, knowing that she would demand to see it anyway.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of his nudity. "Ahhh, there it is. Such an adorable little man," she said with a pout. She brought the crop back to him, sliding it up between his thighs and onto his man purse.

He inhaled sharply at its touch. Energy buzzed through his body. His bitty cock flexed, beginning its march towards an erection. His eyes were drawn to her body, especially those nubile thighs he had once been trapped between and secretly wished he could again.

"How sweet. I've been thinking about that night too, you know. How utterly pathetic your tiny pole is and how easy it was to make you cum. I barely felt a thing when you fucked me! Poor little Moxxie. You couldn't even fuck me in the ass! What man can't even do that?"

"Ahhhhhh..." His arms came down to his side. His balls resting on the crop made them feel heavy as his arousal escalated. The foreskin peeled off his cock helmet as it began to harden. He clenched his fists, kneading the dough of his palm. His face was on fire.

"Aww, there it is." Her eyes rolled up to meet his. "You like it when I talk about you puny pecker, don't you?"

No point in lying when his manhood betrayed him. "Yes ma'am..."

"Mmm, I thought so. To be frank, I enjoy insulting it."

"Nghhh... I can tell."

She chortled softly and let the crop fall from his nuts. Her enormous legs shifted out from beneath her as she leaned back and climbed off the side of the bed. That tremendous ass wobbled as she walked around to Moxxie's side, towering over him like an avian redwood. He stared ahead respectfully, feeling her breath and gaze fall on him like a thunderstorm. Much worse was when she flicked the crop rider against his buttocks.

Thwack!

"Ah!" Moxxie squealed, recoiling forward.

"On the bed," she demanded. "All fours. Let me see that cute butt of yours."

"Hah! Yes ma'am!" While his poor little cheeks were still ringing he scampered to the bed and mounted it by the foot. He reluctantly stayed on his hands and knees, legs spread, feet dangling over the edge. It was a position well practiced by his pegging sessions with Millie. He trusted Millie. Stella, not so much.

"There we go~" she whispered saucily. He felt her walk up to him from behind. He dared to look over his shoulder. She loomed over his backside, her many feminine features illuminated by the violet torchlight. The pink glow of her eyes highlighted the rapt pleasure she admired his rump with. "My, my, you've got quite the ass on you, boy." She reeled her hand back, fingers curled into a claw, and crashed it into his right cheek. Smack!

His entire body was pushed forward. "Hyuah!"

Her hand stayed latched to his haunch, the tips of her fingers sinking into the soft, doughy blubber. She relaxed her clutch so she could massage him, forming broad arcs around his half globe and enjoying its softness. "How wonderful. I'm not certain this is the ass of a man. I know a few woman who could stand to borrow some of this girth~"

Moxxie was shaking like a leaf. His toes curled and uncurled while he grabbed two fistfuls of the sheets. His cock was fully hard, hanging from between his legs in front of his two bitty plums.

"Yes, it looks like you've grown in allllll the wrong places." She leaned down to look through his thighs, once again spotting that organ she liked to mock. Her hand reached into the gap and flicked his penis. Thwap. A bead of precum that was on its way out of his slit went flying onto the mattress while his puny pole bounced and wagged.

"Ah..."

She giggled. "Soooooo pathetic. Frankly I'm disrespected you even brought that in here." She stood behind him to his left, her body perpendicular to the foot of the mattress. She grabbed the hilt of his imp tail, brought the crop rider back, and swatted his cheeks with it.

Thwack!

Sharp pain blossomed across his backside, rippling through his entire lower body and making him yelp. "Hah!"

"That's right, my feeble-cocked little imp. Let me hear how pathetic you are." Another crack on his ass. Thwap!

"Hngh!"

"Say it. Tell me how little your cock is." Thwap!

"Huhhh... Huhhh... My cock..." The shame contorted his face. He gulped. "My cock is really small."

"Mmm, yes it is." Thwack! "Now tell me how you'll never please a woman with it." Thwack!

"Hahhhh... I'll never... Please a woman-"

Thwack!

"Hahhh! I'll never please a woman with it! Huhhh... My cock is so small..."

"Mmhmm." Thwack! "You're nothing but a sack of potatoes in bed, aren't you? Even if your cock was anything appropriate you would still lack any hope of using it properly, wouldn't you?" Thwack!

"Hfff... Yeah... Hahhh... I'm terrible... In bed... I can't... Fuck good... At all."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. I remember." Thwack!

Pain radiated across his hindquarters like a burn, throbbing through his glutes. Even through the bright red skin that covered his body Stella could see the welt she had created. It crossed both buttocks in an irregular line. He thought he had adjusted himself to the shock and pain until the next strike would come.

Thwack!

"Hyuhhhh... Ohhh..." His dick was rock hard. It throbbed on reflex, squeezing out drops of glassy precum that would fall to the soft comforter below.

Stella's loins were on fire. His every whimper and retort was a shot of dopamine for her. It required some restraint not to bring her free hand to her cunt and start fingering it. That would have to wait. She was not done torturing the poor lad.

She lowered the crop down to her leg. "That's a good boy. Now sit on the edge of the bed for me."

He was still recovering from the assault on his butt. He didn't think he would be able to sit on anything for the next several days, let alone right now. He was able to slump over on his side and drag himself to the edge of the bed where he sat up. His cock sat up from his lap in all its modesty. Glossing it was a thin sheen of liquid excitement that covered his cock head and trailed down his shaft.

Stella sneered. "Look at you. Wimpy little man." She turned her back on him and walked to the other side of the room. He noticed for the first time a tall, black armoire that stood against the wall on his right. He'd been distracted so thoroughly by the Princess that he had failed to see it until now. Stella opened it and placed the crop rider inside. He shuddered to think what else was in there. Fortunately she closed it without bringing anything out. She strutted back to him, hands on her hips, heels crossing over one another, a sly look on her face. She came to a stop in the middle of the room, feet shoulder-width apart. His eyes were drawn to her cunny, now with a significant blot of moisture covering its surrounding feathers.

She caught him staring. One hand drifted to her chalice and teased the both of them with a gentle swirl around her pelvis. "Like what you see, my little imp?"

Moxxie nodded stupidly. "Yes ma'am."

"Mmm, I'm flattered. You know, my husband doesn't appreciate me like real men should. He... plays for the other team, if you know what I mean."

For the first time since Moxxie had entered that hell hole he cracked a smile. "Yes ma'am."

Her expression turned stern. "Don't be so proud of yourself. Any man can appreciate all this." She gestured to her magnificent body. "That doesn't mean they get to experience it, least of all you and your little dick."

Just like that his smile vanished. "No ma'am."

His misery was her delight. She grinned. "But I'm no monster. I've let you fuck me already, not that I enjoyed it. I think you deserve a show, at the very least."

He frowned, confused. "A show, ma'am?"

"That's right, one I think you'll enjoy." She raised one hand and flicked her finger. From an unseen source, likely magic, there blasted heavy, throbbing music. Such a heavy score ripped through the room at a torpid pace, each drop of the bass rattling Moxxie's ears.

The hand running circles above her pussy drifted up the front of her corset and onto her bust before joining its twin above Stella's head. The fingers laced together. She closed her eyes. Suddenly her hip swayed out to the left, then to the right. She went slowly at first before gradually building up momentum and speed, matching the beat of the music. That brilliant frock of feathers drifted with her as the knees bent to add fluidity to the epic jut of her ass and hips.

Her hands unclasped and slowly came down in front of her. They palmed her breasts, holding them together and then letting go to make them wobble. She laid eyes on the mesmerized Moxxie. Her expression was sultry, deadpan. She began dancing towards him, keeping the feminine sway of her hips until she stood before him. There she began a slow twirl, facing her ass at him. Her dainty tail feather was cocked upwards, showing him the full contours of her haunches.

"Enjoying the show?" she asked, voice raised so he could hear over the music. Her head was turned so she could observe him over the shoulder.

He nodded, eyes fixed on her ample hindquarters. "Yes ma'am..."

"Mmmm, good~" She bent over and placed her hands on her knees. Her ass was thrown back at him. A tidal wave of malleable butt blubber went crashing upwards then back down with a jerk of her back. Soon her buttocks were clapping off each other in a cataclysmic orbiting motion, powered by the jerk of her back and the twerk of her glutes. "How's this little man?" she huffed through the effort. "Like what you see?"

Moxxie's heart was pounding in his chest. It was a rather vulgar display, but the most primal cortex of his mind was in a frenzy because of it. "Oh fuck... Yes ma'am... Holy shit, I... That's awesome."

Stella laughed out loud. "How charming." She bounced her ass in front of him for a while, savoring the way his eyes bounced in their sockets in tandem with her twerking. An entranced Moxxie was so thoughtless that he did not even notice his hand reaching towards his cock to masturbate. He was stopped cold by a scowl. "Don't even think about it." He meekly retracted his hand.

The music reached a slower refrain. Stella stopped twerking and faced him, standing upright. She palmed her breasts again then dragged her hands down her curves. A slow wagging of her chest made her tits jiggle in front of his face. With how tightly wound they were inside her corset Moxxie thought they would come spilling out. He deeply hoped that they would.

Stella came closer, floating those fabulous funbags closer to his face until he could feel the wind coming off them. His breath quickened as she consumed his vision with her bosom. Finally she pressed them to his face, his nose sinking into the gossamer trench of her cleavage. She jiggled on him softly, wobbling her gelatinous chest cushions on his cheeks.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..." he groaned. He had to grip the bed sheet for dear life so as not to touch her.

"What's wrong?" sighed Stella. "My tits getting you excited?"

"Mmmmmf..."

"Mmm, I thought so." She relieved her chest from his face and turned around again, this time to bring her ass down on his lap. His eyes bugged out of his skull as her full weight came down on his thighs. His cock sprouted only inches from the outer curve of her buttocks, close, but still too far. She let out an evil cackle as she began grinding in his lap, inching that avalanche of ass towards his cock. "I bet you want to fuck me again, hmm? Want me to sit on that little pecker of yours?"

His jaw was hung open, letting out a deep procession of pants. It felt like his face was hovering over a fire. "Hahhhh... Yes ma'am... Oh fuck... Huhhhh... You're so beautiful."

"Mmmmm, how flattering, but it doesn't mean much coming from a shrimp dick such as yourself." She scooted back on him, finally hotdogging herself on his pole. Her rump rolled up and down the length of his thighs, bumping into his raging erection then gliding back forward. "I wouldn't dare let a puny, insignificant cock come anywhere near my pussy. You don't deserve it, do you?"

He could not focus his eyes on anything. They were uncoupled, presenting the world in double. His jaw twitched before he could speak. Precum bled down his shaft in a continuous flow, pumped to the surface by her incessant grinding. "N-n-no ma'am... Huhhh... My dick... It's too tiny... I don't... Nnnn... Deserve your sweet pussy..."

"No, no you don't." She stood up again and turned around. Another flick of her finger turned the music off. Poor Moxxie was in a stupor. His nuts felt like they were in a vice, they had been so cruelly denied for so long. He blinked back to reality and saw her dipping her middle finger into her pussy and rolling it gently. "See this? Look at how wet you've gotten me. No, don't be proud of yourself. It's time you made yourself useful and helped me with that tongue of yours. Lucifer knows there isn't a damn thing your cock can do." She snapped her finger and pointed at the center of the bed beyond him. "On your back. Now."

He gulped. "Yes ma'am." He crawled backwards to the middle of the bed and lay on his back. He stared at the featureless ceiling up to the moment it was eclipsed by Stella's fat, jiggly swan cheeks. She knelt over him, facing his legs. That puffy cunt simmered right over his face, sighing a feminine vapor that saturated his lungs. The inside of his nostrils burned. A shockwave of delight rippled through his skin, prickling it.

Stella looked down at him through the gap in her thighs. "Comfortable, I hope?"

He nodded, eyes locked on her moist flower. Within the slightly parted trench of obsidian flesh there glistened the moisture of her inner feminism. "Yes ma'am. Very comfortable."

"Capital, now allow me to get comfy as well." Her ass came down on his face, smothering it with a cascade of hot womanhood. She jutted her butt back with an arch of the back while soothing herself on his nose.

"Mmmmmmmmmmffff~" groaned Moxxie. Her cunny lips fell right atop his mouth, squashing that supply of girl juices and permeating them through his lips. His nose was dug into her taint, adjacent to her tailhole which burned against the space right between his eyes. She started humping his head, dragging that wagon of ass down his features until his eyes were allowed a brief glimpse over the topside of her cheeks. It didn't last long until she slid back up, absorbing his face and leaving nothing left of his head other than his horns.

"Ohhhhhh, that's it~" she cooed. "Good boy~" Her hips grinded and rolled on him, smearing that reserve of arousal all across his scrunched visage. Pleasure radiated throughout her loins, drawing out the first few moans. "Huhhh... Yes. Ohhh..." Her swooning head came down, spotting his dick as it laid flat on his pelvis and lower tummy. "Well, what can we do with this, hmm?" She reached out and held it with just her thumb and two fingers. It was absolutely rock hard, slicked from head to hilt with precum. She stroked it ever so gently, peeling the foreskin off the helmet and drawing out more of that hot man liquor. "Rather antsy, aren't we?"

She had no idea. Her touch, no matter how delicate, was like a blowtorch of pleasure to his loins. "Mmf! Mmmf! Hngggghhhh!" He bounced and writhed beneath her. His legs kicked out and scraped the heels on the bedsheet. Involuntary flexing sent more globs of precum weeping down his pole. His pleasure was spiking. He was about to cum. "Hnnngghhh! Hmmmmm! Mmmmmmmm-!"

Stella wasn't having any of it. She withdrew her hand from his cock and pulled her ass off his face. His desperate moans were unmuffled for just a moment. Air sucked into the vacuum between their bodies, chilling the juices that were smeared across his face and neck. His eyes blinked open soon enough to witness her ass hovering over his face before it came crashing down hard.

Whumpf!

His arms shot up and clung to her thighs reflexively. She laughed maniacally as she humped and grinded. "Ohh, did you really think I was going to make you cum? Hah! How naive." She flicked his cock with her middle finger, slinging off flecks of precum.

His claws sank into her upper thigh flesh. The sudden and cruel denial of his orgasm added what felt like a ton of weight to his scrotum. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Her ass waggled on his face. "That's right, you little bitch. Let me hear it." Her fingers went back to his cock to stroke it. "Tell me how badly you want to cum."

He did so with muffled whimpers and moans. They would be unmuffled for the brief moments when her pussy would slide off his mouth. Such freedom of speech would not last long before she censored him with another hump. Sharp tugs on his little cock would rocket his delight towards a climax before her hand would wrench itself away. His agonized groans would be released by the sudden lift of her ass and then crushed into silence by a thunderous slam back down on his face.

Whumpf!

An enthralled Stella cackled. "That's a good little sissy. Want to cum? Hmm?" She swayed her hips majestically, rolling his head along with her.

A weak groan was her answer. Moxxie's arms were no longer latched to her thighs but laid out across the bed. His package felt like it was in a vice. Whatever pleasure he had achieved with her handjobs had plummeted into a void of painful desire to cum. A puddle of thickish slime had accumulated on his pelvis and lower belly.

"That's what I thought, but first you're going to have to make me cum." She slid back on his head until her pussy was directly on top of his mouth. "Go on, darling. Put that tongue to good work like that little cock can't~"

"Mmmmm..." He opened his mouth, letting in a great serving of her taste, metallic and fleshy. His tongue slithered into her cavity, probing those chunky lips in a search for her pearl. He latched his arms to her thighs again so he could hold her in place.

Stalla closed her eyes and purred. "Oooooh, that's good. I missed that so much. Huhhh! Ohhhh..."

He made a gentle swirling motion with just the tip of his tongue before finally landing it on that bead of nerve endings. A sudden jolt and inhale signaled that he had found what he was looking for. He lashed at it with his tongue. His lips chewed on her vulva, suckling at the great flow of juices that came regularly now.

Stella's entire body spasmed. "Ohhhhhh! Huhhhh! Uhhhh... Yes... That's right... Huhhh... Mmmmm, fuck~" She had to stabilize herself with a hand on his tummy. The other one grabbed one of his hands, not to pry it from her thigh, but to have something else to hold onto as her muscles were robbed of their control by a repetitive wave of pleasure that blew through her body, causing it to tremble. Her jaw was slack, letting out her many expressions of approval. "Yes! Huhhh... Oh yes... Ohhhhh... Hahhhhh... Fuck... Fuck... Mmmmmm..."

Moxxie lashed, jabbed, and flicked his tongue as aggressively as he could. He was grateful to have some breathing room for his nose. Granted it was buried in her tailhole, drawing in deep, not-unpleasant huffs of her booty stink. It was better than nothing, thus he could really focus on drilling into her as deeply and as fiercely as he could. He did so with flying colors, something Stella felt rippling through her body. Her spine arched backwards, leaning her head down over her shoulders and aiming her face at the ceiling. That powerful core of thigh muscles jiggled the flesh around it violently. Her grip on his hand tightened, almost crushing it. Soon the entire mattress was vibrating with the shock of her spasms.

"Huhhh! Uhhhhhh! Oh God! Fuck! YES! HUHHHHHHH!" She screamed so loud that the violet flames flickered on their torches and nearly dimmed into darkness. Such blinding pleasure threw her into a state of hysterics, something maintained by the ardent work performed by Moxxie's tongue. It blew over finally, peaking Stella's voice into a caterwaul. "HYUUUUUUEEEUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!!" Her body quaked so violently that her spine was thrown out of its arch. Her legs uncurled from beneath her. She fell backwards, off Moxxie's face and onto her back above him.

Moxxie's eyes shot open amidst a mask of thickish cream. He shot upright and twisted to watch Stella roll onto her side, her knees kicked up into her tummy, hands over her rapturous cunny. It was surreal seeing such a powerful woman in such a frenzy, let alone one he had created. He reached his hand out to her, unsure of what to do.

"Ma'am?"

Stella didn't even hear him. She was too busy rocking and rolling through the motions of a mind-shattering orgasm. "Hnnnnnnn... Hnnnnn... Ohhhhhh... Huhhhhhhhh..." She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. One hand pulled and groped at her inner thigh. Her parted cunt was smeared in her sex product. It bulged and flexed with the many contractions that fell upon her like a splendor of bright colors. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn fuck... Huhhhh..." It slid to a stop gradually. Her legs slumped out to the sides, though the many twitches in her thighs would not cede in the aftershock. Her hand continued rubbing up and down her blissful cunny. "Mmmmmm, wonderful~"

Moxxie couldn't help but smile proudly. "I'm happy you liked it, ma'am."

"Liked it? By God, I loved it." She looked up at him drunkenly. "Thank Lucifer you've got a mouth on you like that one. I suppose you know how to use it given how little your cock is."

Of course she had to go there. "Yes ma'am."

A long purr rolled out of her before she finally sat up. "Hahhh, I suppose you think you're suitable for some kind of reward."

His cock still ached from the robbery of his climaxes. "If you could, that would be much appreciated, ma'am."

"Mmm, I can, and I will. You know, I would say your wife married you for your mouth, but we both know that isn't true."

Moxxie frowned. "My wife married me because she loves me."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What I was going to say was that she married you for that sweet ass of yours."

He meant to argue with her, but recalled the time Millie said she'd married him for his personality and stayed for his nice butt. "Yes ma'am. She is a fan of it."

"As am I~" Stella scooted to the end of the bed and stood on the floor. She had to check her balance with the afterglow of her orgasm still ringing throughout her muscles. Once she was upright she waltzed back to the armoire and opened it. Moxxie had a sinking feeling as to what she would retrieve from it. Hidden behind one of the doors she pulled something out and hid it behind her back before approaching the bed with an evil smirk on her face. "So, dear Moxxie, I recall something you said to me the night we met."

"Oh yeah? What was that?"

"Well, it was while you were fucking me. In the midst of your shameful attempts at giving me pleasure that I said your wife probably fucks you better than you can."

"Y-yeah, I remember."

"Well, if that's how your wife treats you, I thought I would do the same~" She brought her hands out in front of her, brandishing the tool she had pulled out of the armoire. It was a strap-on dildo like Moxxie had anticipated, but much, much bigger than what he was used to. From root to tip it was longer than his forearm and appropriately thick. Winding along its midnight black shaft were faux veins like on the arm of a body builder. It was humanoid in shape, but certainly not in size. What Millie liked to use was much more manageable. This... was not.

"Do you like it?" Stella asked. "I picked it out just for you~"

Moxxie felt his sphincter puckering and his guts churning. "I... Well, it's a lot bigger than I'm used to."

"Then you'll love it all the more." She brought it to her crotch and placed it over her loins. One loop went around her waist and buckled over her back. Two other straps went around her thighs to create something like a jockstrap formation. The dildo, now officially her cock, swung out of her like a battering ram. She stood up proudly and touched the tip of her phallus. "Mmm, I can see why you men are so proud of wielding these. Well, maybe not you. You haven't much to wield at all, do you?"

His penis would've shrunk back into his groin out of fear if he wasn't so horny. "No ma'am, I really don't."

"Of course not." She pointed down with her finger. "Now on your hands and knees. Face me."

He gulped and obeyed, getting into position with his head coming over the foot of the bed. Stella came over, her fat pillar waving in front of her like a regimental banner. It came to a stop inches in front of his face. That artificial pit dug into the dildo's head stared at him menacingly. It was like looking down the barrel of a cannon.

She had two words for him: "Suck it."

Instantly his throat went tight. He forced a weak gulp before leaning his face closer to her cock. His lips fell apart, eventually landing on the dense silicone. A shiver raced down his spine. His cock flexed. A doleful moan hummed through his nose. "Mmmmm..." He smooched her cock tip before gaping his mouth further to fit its shape in his mouth. Soon the helmet was entirely wrapped. His lips were sealed to its cylindrical shape. That dense material, unalive but very real, sat on the tip of his tongue with a sickening weight. He looked down the rest of her shaft, into the fabric of her strap-on which covered most of her pelvis. He then dared to look up. Meeting his gaze was a patiently smiling Stella.

"Go on," she said. "Keep going, slut."

"Mmmmmm..." He relaxed his jaw further so he could make more progress down her length. He pushed his body forward, feeling that jut of dense silicone glide past his tongue with its phallic texture and artificial taste. He could bring it to the entrance of his throat. His lips were halfway down the pole, twitching softly. Gentle suckles made his cheeks implode into his jaws to the sound of wet smacks. Smch. Smch. Smch. Smch.

"Mmmmm, that's a good boy." Her hand came to the top of his head and began petting the angelically soft white hair that spilled between his horns. "Suck Stella's cock. You like it don't you?"

He closed his eyes and nodded softly. "Mmhmm..."

"Yes, so do I." Her hands went to the roots of his horns and formed a tight grip. She pulled on him gently, punching the head of his cock into his throat.

His face scrunched. "Ulk!"

Stella grinned. "My little imp likes big cocks in his mouth, doesn't he? Why doesn't he show me just how much he does~" She pushed his head forward and reeled her hips back. A short hump and a quick pull jammed her cock back down his mouth and into his throat. She may have gone slowly but her strength was unbreakable. That grip on his horns wasn't going anywhere. The subtle clench of her glutes was detectable through her faux manhood.

Between having his neck plugged he whimpered and moaned. "Mmf! Mmm-ulk! Mmm... Mmm-ulp! Mmmmmmmm-Ulk!"

Though her cock was artificial, her imagination wove through it a very sincere-feeling highway of nerves coddled by Moxxie's neck and throat. Her feminism quivered behind the cup of black fabric attached to the root of her dildo. "Ohhhh, so sweet. Good boy." She pulled her hips back until the dildo fell out of his spit-wreathed mouth.

Pop!

He gasped deeply. A single stalactite of drool swung from his glistening lip before falling to the carpet in front of Stella's feet. "Huhhh... Ma'am... Huhhhhh..."

She cradled his chin and angled his face up to meet his listless gaze. "Yes?"

His buttocks shivered. "I want you to fuck me... Please, ma'am... I wanna cum..."

A throaty chuckle from Stella. "Of course, dear." She let go of his chin and made a twirling motion with her finger. "Now show me that chunky butt of yours."

He didn't hesitate to turn around on his fours, reassuming the position at the bed's edge with his feet and ass hanging over it. Those plump nuts hung more heavily than they ever had. His precum-slicked cock was connected to the sheets by a glassy strand of his need. Between those fat, cherry red hemispheres his donut winked at her, inviting the pole he had lubed with a great deal of urgency.

"Mmm, perfect~" Stella wound her hand back and swatted it across his right cheek. It wobbled and jiggled to her satisfaction.

"Hyuhhh..." moaned the slut.

"That's right, bitch." Stella took a step forward towards him, hoisting her cock up and then letting it flop on his ass crack. Sturdy black silicone sank into his trench, introducing itself to his supremely sensitive tailhole. An icy current of delight skittered up his spine. Without being told to he backed up on her cock, sawing it between his ample cheeks. "Ooooh, excited, are we? Need a fat cock inside you that badly, hmm?"

He looked back at her, desperation written on his face. "Yes ma'am. Hahhh... I'm so hot right now. Hahhh... I can't... I can't stand it."

She humped against him, drawing her pole up the length of his crack and dragging it along the underside of his whippy imp tail. "Is that so? You like big black girl cocks in your bum, don't you?"

He bowed his head with a groan. "Huhhhh... Yes..."

"Girl cocks that are bigger and better than yours, hmm?"

"Yes, so much better..."

"That's right, because there's no way your pitiful little dick could ever please anyone."

He shook his head mournfully. "No ma'am..."

Stella grabbed the dildo and pulled her hips back until it was aiming at his backdoor. Her other thumb peeled one cheek apart for a less obstructed view. "Are you ready, my little cock slut?"

His fists closed around the bedsheet. "Please, Stella, ma'am, fuck me."

Stella grinned. "Good boy. Here it comes~"

She pressed the tip onto his hole. The moist silicone remained firm while his pliable ring muscle caved in and then began to dilate. A joyful squeak came out of him. It was bigger than what Millie liked to use, but by no means out of his reach. He let himself relax with a couple quick exhales until finally the head breached him entirely.

A reflexive gasp sucked into his mouth. "Huhhh!" His entire body started to vibrate. She hadn't yet penetrated deeply and yet he was already feeling the fallout of the dildo's immensity.

"Hush, now. I haven't even begun to fuck you." She grabbed his midriff and pushed forward, watching as her long, black shaft vanished into his gaped asshole. That imagined connection of flesh granted her the feeling of tightly wound ass hugging her piston as it grinded its way into his guts. "Mmmmmmm, nice and tight. How I like it~"

Her sensations were imagined. His were not. "Hnnnnn! Hyuh! Uhhhh..." The tip of her cock crushed past his buzzer, blowing out the first real surge of joy throughout his loins. It rippled through his entire lower body like sonar, beginning with the forceful press of his boy buzzer and ending with a throb of precum out of his cock. "Huhhh! Huhhh! Oh fuck! Yes..."

Stella chortled. "Mmm, loving it, are we?"

"Yes... Yes... Yes ma'am... Huhhh..."

"Yes, I thought you would." She delivered him a soft spank.

Whack!

"Uhhh!"

"Yeah, that's right bitch." She continued her plunge into his ass until finally he gripped her to the hilt. His buttocks flattened against her hip. That thin imp tail flicked and swayed in front of her corset like a wounded snake. She ran her hands up and down the smooth lake of red skin that was his back. One finger traced down the nubile trench of his spine. "Tell me how good it feels," she whispered. "Tell me how good this cock feels."

It was a struggle just to find the words. "Ohhhhh, Stella! Hahhhh! It's so fucking good... Huhhhh... I... fucking love your cock... So big... So big..."

"Hmmm, isn't it? How about I fuck you with it?"

"Hnnnnnnnnnnnn, pleeeeaaaase~"

"Well, only because you've been such a good boy~" She reformed her grip on his waist and pulled her hips back. The dildo extracted from his ass like a missile, bowing the pucker out with it to the tip. From there she shoved back forward, crashing back into his glutes in one long stroke.

Bap!

His reaction was appropriate. "Huuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!"

Stella repeated the motion, swinging her bountiful ass backwards and then propelling it back forwards with a clench. Close to every inch of that black pillar was utilized. Underneath him was a bulge of flesh that reached from his pelvis to his belly button. It would slink back with the pull of her hips and promptly return with the following thrust. Her strokes may have been long and slow, but they were laden with the power of a woman determined to make her little-dicked imp cum his brains out.

Her effort did not go unrewarded. Moxxie felt every inch of her length and ounce of her strength. He made that much clear with a cacophony of wails. "Huhhhh! Yes! FUCK! Ohhhhhhhhh God! Huhhhh! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh, Stella! Huhhhhhhhhhhh!" His body rocked to the cadence of her hips. Each thrust was like a strike to his guts, that rock-hard column of silicone hammering his prostate into a putty. Precious oil fell out of his cock as readily as his girlish screams echoed from his contorted face.

"Yeah? Oh yeah?" hollered Stella over his screams. "Let me fucking hear it, you tiny-cocked loser!" She was beginning to appreciate the force and stamina required to be a proper lover now that the muscles in her core, buttocks, and legs were starting to ache. Sweat sprouted across her forehead as her beak started to clench. No matter the fatigue set upon her she would not stop or slow down until the wailing imp had climaxed.

There was certainly little fear that he wouldn't. His pitch had gone into a whiny falsetto, bleeding with white hot joy that radiated across his body and threw his muscles into a quake. His sex organs bounced and wagged with the rock of his body. That superior pillar pistoning into him would soon make it erupt. "Yeeeeeeeesssss! HUHHHHHH! FUCK! I'M-! OHHHH! I'M CUMMING! STELLA! YES! YES~!"

"Come on then!" she growled. "Do it! Cum on this dick!"

He obeyed zealously. "HYUUUUUUUUUEUEEEEGGGHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!" That effeminate howl signaled the shock of his climax, one unparalleled by anything he'd experienced in the past. Rocketing from his long-denied pecker was a shower of pearls that spat and thudded onto the comforter below. Such a significant load, however, failed to represent the sheer ecstasy that billowed through him. Mind-numbing euphoria robbed him of all function and thought. His spasming body collapsed to the bed, his face laid flat on its side against the sheet while his moan faded away and his ejaculation ebbed to a dribble.

A beaming Stella kept her hips glued to his cheeks throughout the duration of his orgasm. "Theeeeeere we go! That's a good boy~!" She rolled her hips on his ass, grinding the strap-on against his sweet spot so she could milk more ivory from his now deflated pecker. He went limp around her finally, so she retracted the dildo from his ass.

Thhhhhhhhp!

The black silicon was coated from hilt to head in a grimy ichor. His battered hole was gaped into a gnarly O. It rang with a great mixture of pain and delight while slowly twitching back closed. Moxxie timbered over to the side, his brain still lost in a fog of raw delight. His jaw was slack, letting loose a small puddle of drool that darkened on the sheet nearby the many cum pearls he'd spurted out. Weak sighs and moans escaped his lips. He was done for.

"Hmmm, splendid~" Stella casually unbuckled the strap-on from her crotch and let it fall to the floor. Morton or someone else would be tasked with cleaning it. For now she climbed onto the bed and laid down next to the comatose imp. She propped her head on her elbow and smiled smugly. "So, how was that? Was it everything your wife has ever given you? Or was it more?" She reached out and waggled his limp penis with her finger. "How does your little dicklet feel?"

Moxxie didn't answer, nor did he have the capacity to. He chopped his lips weakly. There was the voice of a woman calling to him beyond a deafening ring. He did not know who it was, but he knew that he needed her comfort. His eyes closed when he came scooting over to her. One arm went around her trunk while his face fell into the blissful warmth of her bosom.

A disgusted Stella recoiled away. "Excuse me! Will you-?" Stopping her was the sight of his young-looking face, tranquil and asleep. Half of it was against her breast, held out of her cleavage by her corset. For a moment she saw not a needle-dicked imp, but a man in need of some rest.

Sneering, she looked out towards the entrance to the sex dungeon. Nobody was there. Her servants knew not to bother or interrupt without her calling for them. So long as she didn't say anything, none of them would come. Reluctantly she pulled the string on her corset, loosening it from her torso so that she could finally pull it up and over her head. With her chest exposed Moxxie was able to snuggle his face into her cleavage, a relieved hoot blowing through his nose. Stella laid down with him, only a slightly repulsed look on her face.

She patted the back of his head. "There there," she said half-sincerely, half not. "Get some sleep."

But he already was. He dreamt not of the witch, but of his wife back home.

To be continued...