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"Let's play a game tonight."
Blitzø was smirking as he said it, and Stolas' cloaca was already perking up, a little shiver of desire running through him.
Blitzø was in a good mood this evening, all smiles and jokes and casual touches that made Stolas burn with desire.
And now this.
"What kind of game?" Stolas asked. He wondered why Blitzø was so happy this evening, but asking was unfathomable. Last full moon he'd tried asking if Blitzø was in a bad mood, and Blitzø had almost stomped out of the palace and left him alone. He wouldn't be trying that again.
"Hmm. How about this," Blitzø said, approaching Stolas slowly. Like a predator hunting his prey. "You try to stay silent while you suck my cock. No slutty moaning like you usually do. If you win, you get a treat, but if I win you do whatever I want for the rest of the night, no questions asked."
Stolas clapped his hands together in delight. "Oh, Blitzy! That sounds fun!"
And it did sound fun. Stolas loved to suck Blitzø's cock, and he was sure he could be very, very quiet and earn a reward.
"Good," Blitzø said as he unzipped his pants and pulled them and his briefs down just below his balls. "Now come here and suck me."
Stolas chose to crawl, just to add a bit of flair. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties and one of the collars that Blitzø had made him buy. His tail swished behind him lazily as he made his way across his bedroom floor to where Blitzø was standing.
There was heat building in his stomach, a tingling feeling of arousal growing in him as Blitzø watch him crawl. He felt rather like a beloved pet. He hoped Blitzø would call him a good boy.
"There's my bird. You look good on your hands and knees for me," Blitzø said as Stolas reached him and nuzzled against his hard cock with his cheek.
Stolas gave it a little kitten licks from his balls to the tip of his erection, eyes trained on Blitzø's face for his reaction. The taste of Blitzø's precome was bitter and addicting on his tongue. This close he could smell the musky scent of arousal alongside Blitzø's preferred cologne. It made his stomach twist with want, and he imagined sucking tender kisses on the taut muscles of Blitzø's stomach, nuzzling his cheek into the soft give of his skin.
He couldn't help but press a kiss to the head of Blitzø's cock instead, before settling into a better position for cock sucking.
"Yeah, you're gonna enjoy this. Gonna have you moaning for me in no time," Blitzø said, all cocky and confident. "Bet you won't last ten seconds."
Stolas stayed stubbornly silent as he took Blitzø's length into his mouth. His eyes met Blitzø's and he was almost taken aback by how hungry the imp looked above him. All that hunger, and it was all for Stolas. Sometimes Stolas couldn't even fathom being wanted this much. He felt terrible, and viciously greedy with it, because he wanted even more of Blitzø's attention.
He let Blitzø take control. That was easy. Blitzø taking control seemed to be second nature to him, and Stolas loved to be along for the ride.
He let Blitzø thrust into his mouth, starting slow, teasing his cock across Stolas' tongue. It took everything in him to remember not to moan. To stay silent and open for Blitzø when all he wanted to do was show his appreciation for the thick cock in his mouth.
"Damn, you're doing better than I thought," Blitzø said, fucking into Stolas' mouth a little rougher. "Thought you'd be making pretty sounds for me the moment my dick touched your tongue."
Stolas resolutely did not make a noise.
"Oh, he's in it to win, huh?" Blitzø said, amused. "What if I go deeper? Get my cock into that slutty throat?"
He matched his actions to his words, pressing his cock further back into Stolas' mouth. Stolas nearly made a noise, but instead he swallowed around Blitzø's cock, muffling the whine that built in his chest.
Stolas let him fuck his mouth, deeper and deeper on each pass until Blitzø was fucking his throat. He breathed in through his nostrils as his throat fluttered around the intrusion.
He couldn't help the wet choking sounds he was making, but Blitzø had only said moans were not allowed. Stolas was deeply glad the imp didn't call him out on it.
If anything he encouraged it.
"That's it, choke on it," Blitzø hummed, his voice low and rumbling. He wrapped his hand around Stolas' neck, and made a pleased sound. "Can feel myself in your slutty throat, baby."
Stolas couldn't have stopped his tortured moan if he tried. It felt like it had been ripped out of him, loud and ragged and desperate.
"Hah! I fucking win," Blitzø cheered, pulling Stolas off of his cock. Stolas made a sad little sound, trying to fight against Blitzø's hand to keep his cock in his mouth.
"Don't be fucking greedy," Blitzø admonished him. "I get to do whatever I want with you now. Those were the rules."
"Yes, Blitzy," Stolas said, pouting slightly. He was a little bit thrilled, but that wasn't the game they were playing. "What do you have planned for me?"
"First, take those panties off," Blitzø demanded. "But stay on your knees."
Stolas waved his hand and the panties disappeared from his body, leaving him naked and smug at Blitzø's feet.
"Oh, you're being clever tonight," Blitzø said, a tinge of laughter in his voice. "Let's see how clever you are when I get you all cum-stupid from what I have planned."
"And what is that?" Stolas asked, his stomach clenching with arousal.
"You're gonna crawl over here, put your tight wet little cunt on my boot, and grind until I tell you to stop," Blitzø said, smirking at Stolas as he extended his foot towards him.
Oh.
Oh yes.
Still, Stolas hesitated to obey even as Blitzø stuck his foot out.
Blitzø's boots were shiny and had obviously recently been polished. They were black leather, with zips on the side. There was nothing that would pinch, or hurt.
Stolas wanted to grind off on them, but something was holding him back. He was too acutely aware of how debased this was. Rutting against Blitzø's boot like an animal in heat.
It was meant to humiliate him. To show him his place.
And oh fuck did Stolas want to be shown his place.
"What? You don't want to get off? Should I pack up and go?" Blitzø asked. "Or are you going to put your slutty pussy on my boot and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you come."
"Yes, Blitzø," he said, voice soft and quiet. His head had started to go soft in the way he craved, the harsh edges of the world smoothing out.
Stolas sat his pussy down on the boot's surface as he was told and ground his hips down, moaning at the feeling of the leather against his most sensitive area. The leather was smooth beneath him, and warm from the heat of Blitzø's hoof.
"That's a good boy," Blitzø praised him, cupping his face and running a finger along the open line of his beak
Stolas started moving, humping down against Blitzø's boot as Blitzø slipped a finger into his slack mouth.
"That's right, just like that," Blitzø encouraged him as he fucked his finger in and out of Stolas' mouth. Stolas sucked around the finger in his mouth, muffled moans forcing themselves out as his cunt rubbed against Blitzø's boot.
"Pretty," Blitzø said, as he watched him closely. "You like how that feels?"
Stolas groaned around Blitzø's finger in answer, nodding. Blitzø fucked another finger into his mouth, hooking them into Stolas' cheek. Stolas moaned, his beak stretched open. Stolas sucked as best he could, with the same level of desperation he would be if it was a cock in his mouth.
Blitzø abruptly pressed his boot up, and Stolas shouted as the new angle caught his clit just right, the slick leather dragging slowly across his swollen cloaca.
"You belong like this, Stols," Blitzø said, removing his fingers from Stolas' mouth slowly, as though he didn't want to pull away. "Say you belong like this."
"I- I belong like this," Stolas said, barely able to summon enough air to say it with how hard he was panting. He ground his hips in little circles, the slide aided by how dripping wet he was. "I belong to you."
"Fuuuck," Blitzø moaned, and he pressed his hand against his cock as he pressed his foot up, fucking against Stolas' sensitive cloaca.
Before he could stop himself, Stolas' whole body was clenching as an orgasm ripped a shout from him. He yelped through it, shaking like a leaf.
"You came? Fuck, didn't think you were that desperate," Blitzø said. He was still working his foot in little circles, and Stolas shivered with delight. Blitzø made him feel so good. His mind felt empty and soft.
"Still, I didn't say you could, did I?" Blitzø's voice interrupted Stolas' slow thoughts, his voice low and dangerous.
Stolas' eyes snapped open as Blitzø grabbed him by the back of the collar and yanked, and Stolas cried out as he slid back and off of Blitzø's boot, the leather catching cruelly at his swollen cloaca.
"Kiss my boot, bitch," Blitzø ordered.
Stolas scrambled to obey, pressing a kiss to the slick surface of Blitzø's boot. He leaned back, expecting praise, and was met by Blitzø's hand on his jaw, pushing his head back towards his boot.
"You came without asking. Now you're gonna lick your slutty cum off of my boot it to make it up to me," Blitzø ordered.
Stolas bent back down immediately, feeling like a dirty slut as he pressed and dragged his tongue along the top of Blitzø's wet boot. He lapped at the leather, tasting himself. Fuck, his slick tasted good. Not as good as Blitzy's cum, but nice enough.
"C'mon, Stolas. You can lick it better than that, I've seen you when there's a cock around to suck," Blitzø goaded him, crossing his arms like he was in line running a mildly irritating errand.
Stolas closed his eyes, and licked, putting more enthusiasm into it. He moaned as Blitzø caught him at the tip of his boot and pressed the toe of it into Stolas' mouth.
Blitzø held him there for a second, before letting him get back to licking the top, long slow licks, like Stolas would lavish his cock with if he was allowed.
"Yeah, there's my cock hungry slut. You like how you taste?"
"Yes," Stolas said, shame and arousal mixing together into the perfect cocktail to make his cloaca throb.
"Good. Now that my boot is clean, you can get back on. Don't fucking come without asking, slut," Blitzø ordered.
Stolas got back up on trembling knees and pressed his slick-wet pussy back down onto Blitzø's boot.
"Oh, fuck," Stolas said, feeling the urge to babble rise in his chest as his swollen pussy rode the leather. "Oh, Blitzø. I'm so sensitive. Oh, Satan I love this. Love humping your foot like a little whore."
"I bet you do," Blitzø said, sounding pleased and breathless. Stolas felt so good, it felt so good for Blitzø to be pleased with him.
Blitzø was jerking off now, and his tail wrapped tight around Stolas' waist, holding him down as sure as his hand had.
Stolas wanted him to come. To paint his face with his jizz, lay claim to him, mark him. Just the thought of it had Stolas shaking. Satan, he wanted to come too.
"Please, can I come again? Please please," Stolas begged, voice shaking as he rode Blitzø's boot, his hips moving from side to side smoothly.
"Hmm. Yeah, why not. Come for me, Stols. Finish polishing my boot like a good slut."
A few more rocks of his hips was all it took to have Stolas shaking apart again, his swollen pussy gushing with slick. He stilled as the overwhelming pleasure pulsed through him over and over again.
"I didn't say to fucking stop," Blitzø snapped, and used his tail to press Stolas down against his boot again.
Stolas screamed thrashing against Blitzø's boot in a desperate attempt to get away. Or perhaps he was trying to get more? He wasn't quite sure. All there was was pleasure pleasure pleasure so white hot it hurt.
Stolas shrieked, and his cunt gushed, a third, deeper orgasm wrenching through him as he soaked Blitzø's boot with come.
Blitzø held him down against his boot for a few agonizing seconds, before releasing him.
Stolas flopped backwards onto the floor, panting heavily. His limbs twitched a little, and he felt like he had flown through a firestorm, chest heaving.
Blitzø didn't give him a moment to recover. Before he even knew what was happening, Blitzø was lifting him up and throwing him onto the bed, stomach down.
As soon as he landed on the bed, his muscles memory kicked in and he shakily got up on his knees and elbows, presenting his cunt to Blitzø.
Blitzø's pulled his hips up, and pushed his cock into Stolas. He slid easily into Stolas' soaked hole, and Stolas gasped as he was filled.
"Need your pussy," Blitzø breathed against Stolas' back. "Been wanting it all night. Fucking starving for it."
It was too much. Blitzø's cock was too big, felt too good inside of him. The stretch was perfect and unbearable. His words lit a fire in Stolas that threatened to consume him completely.
"Please!" He found himself crying out, loud and frantic. "Oh, please! Blitzø!!"
"Yeah, say my name again. Scream it for me while I fuck this pretty wet cunt," Blitzø growled, slamming himself in hard and relentless.
"Blitzø!" Stolas shouted, doing as he was told. "Blitzø, Blitzø!"
"Yeah, fuck, you soaked my fucking boot with this sloppy cunt," Blitzø growled.
"It's too muh- too much." Stolas hiccuped, tears running down his face.
"Colour," Blitzø demanded, grabbing his jaw and forcing Stolas to lock eyes with him even as he continued to fuck him.
"Green! Green, green, oh gods, please!" Stolas practically sobbed, his fingers tightening in the sheets so hard that he heard them rip.
Blitzø slammed into him, the bed creaking as he fucked Stolas hard and fast. He was merciless even as Stolas screamed and sobbed, and it wasn't long before Blitzø was coming still buried deep inside Stolas' body.
Blitzø reached around Stolas' body and plunged his hand between his legs to play with his clit, pinching the swollen nub. Stolas fell forward, his arms collapsing as the all consuming pleasure hit and he came.
Stolas screamed, the loudest sound he'd made all night, and came with Blitzø's half hard cock still buried inside of him.
Blitzø pulled out, and Stolas shivered as he felt Blitzø's cum leak from his hole.
Blitzø rearranged them until Stolas had his head against Blitzø's still clothed chest. Fuck, he'd only pulled his cock out, hadn't even undressed at all. Meanwhile Stolas was naked and well fucked, trembling in his arms.
"Good boy," Blitzø said, tenderly unclasping Stolas' collar. "You did so good for me."
Stolas let himself drift, held and safe in this moment, exhausted and used and perfect.
Eventually water was held to his beak, and he nearly scoffed before realizing that he was, in fact, desperately thirsty.
"Sip it," Blitzø demanded, sounding amused. "Don't want you upchucking on me."
Stolas sipped, his head fuzzy and body boneless.
Once he was done his water he snuggled his face against Blitzø's chest. He liked this part so very much. Blitzø was very sweet sometimes after sex, especially on more intense nights.
It was nice when he did it on less intense nights like this as well. Stolas was being greedy again, but he couldn't help it.
"Was that fun baby? Anything you didn't like?" Blitzø asked.
"I liked it all," Stolas said. "I had so much fun with you, Blitzy."
Blitzø huffed a quiet laugh and squeezed Stolas tighter.
"Okay, then tell me what you liked best."
"I really liked humping your boot," Stolas said, feeling weirdly shy now. "And when you made me clean it up with my tongue."
"Fuck yeah, that was hot," Blitzø agreed.
"And of course, I love it every time you fuck me," Stolas added. "Your cock feels so good inside me."
Blitzø hummed in answer, a pleased sound. A tired sound. Stolas wondered if this would be one of those rare full moon nights when Blitzø actually slept over. The idea of it is so exciting that he found himself going quiet, as if he could lull Blitzø to sleep through silence alone.
Blitzø was playing with the feathers on his neck, and his tail was wrapped around Stolas' thigh. His spines were droopy and relaxed, and his head was tilted back, eyes closed. He looked so handsome that it hurt a little bit to look at him.
"Will you-" Stolas started, then stopped himself. Shit. He shouldn't have spoken. Should have let Blitzø fall asleep.
"What's up, Feathers?" Blitzø asked, his tail tightening slightly around Stolas' thigh.
"Will you stay the night?" Stolas asked, since he'd already gone and ruined it. Might as well try.
Blitzø tensed up, but after a moment went limp again. "Yeah. I'm tired as fuck. Besides, there's no way one round was enough for your horny ass. So, I'll stick around and fuck you in the morning."
Stolas' heart was soaring, and he couldn't help but hoot happily.
"Fuck, that was a cute sound," Blitzø said. "Do it again?"
"Blitzy, nooo," Stolas protested, giggling.
"C'mon. Just a little hoot," Blitzø said, laughing when Stolas made the smallest sound possible.
Something warm built in Stolas' chest, and he realized that it was happiness. Tonight had been everything he wanted from Blitzø.
Stolas still had no idea why Blitzø was in such a good mood, but he wasn't going to look a gift hell-horse in the mouth.