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The neon lights of the Lust Ring club pulsed like a heartbeat, casting a kaleidoscope of pinks, purples, and blues across the writhing bodies on the dance floor, their flow reflecting off sweat-slicked skin and feathers a hypnotic haze. The air was thick with the musky scent of arousal, mingled with the sharp tang of internal cocktails and the faint, metallic bite of brimstone from the club's vents. 

The club, aptly named "Eternal Ecstasy," was one of the few havens in Hell where Stolas could let his feathers down without the looming shadow of Goetic judgement. 

Over twenty years into his century-long exile, he and Blitzø had carved out a life together, one built on stolen moments, fierce loyalty, and an unspoken understanding that they were all each other had. 

The owners, a pair of succubi twins named Niva & Nyra, had become something like friends over the years. They knew the couple's routine: dancing until the sweat gleamed on Blitzø's red skin and Stolas' feathers ruffled in delight, maybe watching a few public displays from the shadows, drink downed through various phases of the night, but nothing more. Tonight though, felt different from the moment they stepped through the velvet-curtained doors.

Blitzø, ever the protective imp, scanned the room with his sharp yellow eyes, his tail flickering possessively around Stolas' waist, the leathery tip grazing soft feathers. The own demon prince -- former prince really -- leaned into him, his four red eyes glowing softly under the strobe lights, pupils dilating with the thrum of the bass that vibrated through their bones like a second heartbeat. 

At over seven feet tall, Stolas towered over most, but with Blitzø, he always seemed to fold himself, more intimate, his feathers brushing Blitzø's rough skill and horns with a slight tickle. 

"Blitzy," Stolas voiced, lowering himself to speak directly into his ear as to carry over the pounding music like a secret. His voice was a velvety purr that sent shivers down the imp's spine, even after all these years. "The music tonight feels alive."

"Yeah, well, don't get too carried away bitch," Blitzø grumbled, though his grin betrayed his affection, sharp teeth flashing in the neon glow.

They'd dressed for the occasion: Blitzø only in his usual black coat, ripped jeans hugging his athletic build, the denim rough against his skin, and Stolas in a flowing crimson robe that hinted at the elegance of his lost royalty, cinched at the waist to accentuate his lithe frame, the fabric whispering with every movement.

Niva approached them at the bar, her hips swaying with practiced allure, a tray of glowing drinks in hand, the glasses clinking softly like chimes. "The usual for our favorite power couple?" she teased, sliding over two cocktails. Something spicy effervescence for Blitzø that burned his tongue, and an elixir swirling with cosmic hues like van Gogh's Starry-Night, a sweet and ethereal flavor that lingered for Stolas.

Then she leaned in, her voice dropping, her breath warm and scented with vanilla against their ears. "We've got something special tonight. Pure E, straight from the labs in Greed. You two game? On the house, for old times' sake."

Stolas blinked, his eyes widening with curiosity, the red irises catching the light like rubies. "E? As in... ecstasy? I've read about it in those mortal tomes. Heightens everything—touch, sound, body temperature. But never... indulged." His talons tapped nervously on the bar, the click echoing faintly, but there was a spark of adventure in his gaze, his feathers fluffing slightly with anticipation.

Blitzø eyed the small, shimmering pills Niva held out: tiny hearts etched with demonic runes, glistening like dew under the lights. He'd dabbled in his wilder days, knew the rush, the way it turned every sensation to the max.

But Stolas? His precious, sheltered bird? He saw the nervous tick, but also the glint of interest in his eyes. "Only if we get one of the private rooms upstairs," Blitzø bargained, his voice firm. "No way I'm lettin' this turn into a spectacle for these horny fucks."

Niva laughed, a sultry chime that cut through the din, pocketing the pills for a moment to snap her fingers, the sound sharp. A bouncer nodded from across the room, his bulk shifting with a low grunt. "Done. VIP suite's yours. You know we take care of our own." She pressed the pills into Blitzø's palm, their cool smoothness contrasting the heat of his skin. "One each. Have fun, loves."

Blitzø rolled the tiny hearts between his fingers, feeling their subtle shimmer, while Stolas eyed them with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Blitzø paused, turning to Stolas with a serious glint in his yellow eyes, his tail flicking protectively.

"Are you sure about this? We don't gotta if you're scared. I can toss these fuckers right now." Stolas' expression softened, his four eyes meeting Blitzø's.

"As long as you're with me through every thrilling moment darling, I'm not afraid at all—only eager." The reassurance hung between them like a spark, Blitzø's grin returning as he nodded. The club's bass thrummed on, an undercurrent urging on. 

They raised their glasses in a toast then downed them with their drinks, the pills dissolving like candy on their tongues: sweet, with a chemical taste and a faint metallic tang that lingered on their taste buds. Blitzø laughed at the semi-sour face the prince made from the experience. 

At first, nothing. So they hit the dance floor, bodies moving in sync as they always did, the floor sticky understood from spilled drinks. Blitzø's hands on Stolas' waist, guiding him through the crowd, claws pressing just enough to feel the give. Blitzø spotted an empty spot on the side of the stage, guiding them towards it. 

He hopped up onto the stage's edge, now eye-level with Stolas, his hands finding the owl's waist easily, claws pressing just enough to feel the give through feathers. Stolas' arms draped over Blitzø's shoulders, his beak nuzzling  the imp's horn, the smooth curve against the feathered cheek.

The workers didn't bat an eye; hell, Niva even winked from the bar, knowing the couple's electric chemistry always drew demons flocking to the floor to watch their alluring energy, the way Blitzø's fierce confidence meshed with Stolas's graceful elegance, boosting business at the bar during their drink breaks.

The bass thrummed through them, a shared pulse vibrating up their legs, into their cores. They danced for what felt like hours, sipping more drinks between songs. Fiery shots that burned pleasantly down their throats, leaving a trail of heat in their bellies. Laughter bubbled up as Blitzø spun Stolas, the owl's robe flaring like wings, the air rushing past with a whoosh.

Then, slowly, it crept in. Stolas felt it first, a tingling in his feathers, making them stand on end, each quill hypersensitive to the air's movement. The lights seemed brighter, sharper, each strobe a caress on their skin, colors bleeding into their vision like paint. The music wrapped around them, every beat echoing in their bones, the bass a deep rumble that made their hearts stutter.  

"Blitzy... I feel... warm. So very warm." His voice was breathy, his body pressing closer to Blitzø's without thought, the imp's heat seeping through clothes like sunlight.

Blitzø grunted, his own senses sharpening, the world narrowing to pinpoints of intensity, while his own pupils widened from dilation. The scent of Stolas, stardust with a hint of night-blooming flowers, hit him like a drug all on its own, making his mouth water. 

"Yeah, it's kickin' in, alright." He pulled Stolas flush against him, their hips grinding in time with the rhythm, the friction rough through fabric, sending sparks up their spines.

His hands roamed, not just guiding but exploring Blitzø's claws traced the curve of Stolas's back, feeling the shiver it elicited, the feathers soft and yielding under his touch. In response, Stolas' talons gripped Blitzø's ass, pulling him tighter, their breaths mingling hot and fast, laced with the sweetness of their drinks.

The dancing turned intimate, bodies pressed so close there was no space for air, sweat beading on skin and feathers, trickling down and mixing with each other. The friction of their bodies, the heat building between them almost overwhelming. The E amplifying every touch into sparks that danced across nerves like lightning

Stolas's beak brushed Blitzø's neck, a soft nip that drew a low growl from the imp, the vibration rumbling through his chest.

"Fuck, Stolas... you're drivin' me crazy." Blitzø's hands slid lower, cupping Stolas's thighs through the robe teasingly. Stolas gasped, his eyes fluttering half-closed, the sound high and needy over the music.

"I need... more. Kiss me, Blitzy." Their lips met in a crash, not gentle but hungry, beaks and mouths clashing. Blitzø's tongue invaded, tasting the remnants of the pill lingering, mixed with the starry tang of his elixir. Stolas moaned into the kiss, a throaty vibration that Blitzø felt in his core. A talon slipped between them to palm Blitzø's growing erection through his jeans, feeling it twitch under the fabric, hot and insistent. The crowd blurred around them, scents of other demons fading into a haze, but Blitzø, ever the experienced one, knew when to pull back.

"Upstairs. Now." His voice was rough, commanding, gravel scraping his throat. With a strength that always surprised Stolas, Blitzø scooped him up bridal style—Stolas' weight nothing. The owl's feathers tickled his arms like silk. The prince laughed breathlessly, wrapping his arms around the strong imp's neck as they ascended the stairs, the wood creaking underfoot, the bouncer unlocking the VIP door with a wink and handing them the keys. 

The private room was a den of luxury: dim red lighting casting a bloody glow, a massive bed draped in silk, and mirrors on every wall including the ceiling. It was like stepping into a crystal glass prism of their own desire, every angle captured, every sound echoed, the air cooler than the rest of the club, but their energy thick with a heat that couldn't be easily diminished. 

Blitzø kicked the door shut behind them, setting Stolas down gently on his feet—but before the imp could make a move, Stolas surged forward to his knees, pinning Blitzø against the nearest wall with surprising force and a thud that rattled the mirrors. The owl's talons gripped Blitzø's shoulders, beak crashing back into the kiss with renewed hunger, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate dance. Blitzø got lost in it instantly, his hands roaming up Stolas's back, claws digging into feathers as their bodies pressed flush—his hardening cock straining against his jeans, grinding against the equally aroused bird's cloaca through the robe. Stolas moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating between them, his hips rolling instinctively to chase more of that delicious pressure. 

But Blitzø, drawing on his experience, pulled away with a reluctant growl, his hands steadying Stolas's waist to create a sliver of space. His yellow eyes searched the owl's face intently, concern cutting through the haze of lust.

"Hold up pretty bird—vibe check first. You feelin' okay? Any bad side effects?" He paused, scanning Stolas's expression for any sign of distress, noting the way his feathers ruffled slightly but his gaze remained steady and eager.

Stolas nodded, his breath still coming in quick pants.

Blitzø continued, leaning in closer to peer each of those four red eyes, checking for any unnatural flickering or dilation beyond the drug's glow. "Your vision isn't buggin' or flickering?" He watched as Stolas blinked, his eyes still and not wobbling at all. 

Another nod from Stolas, a soft smile tugging at his beak.

Blitzø's claws tightened gently on Stolas's hips, feeling the subtle tremor of excitement rather than unease. "No spins makin' you wanna hurl?" He tilted his head, observing how Stolas stood firm, no instability in his tall frame.

Stolas shook his head, his talons still resting on Blitzø's shoulders.

Blitzø's gaze dropped briefly to Stolas's body, noting the flush under his feathers but no excessive sweating or rigidity. "No over-sensitivity fryin' your nerves, or paranoia creepin' in?" He paused again, his thumb brushing soothingly over Stolas' cheek, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths as well as the damp feathers that caused the question. 

Stolas reassured him softly. "I'm sweating, but nothing I feel should cause worry."

Blitzø nodded, finally satisfied. "E can hit hard—overheating, jaw clenchin', or just straight-up anxiety spikes. Please, immediately tell me if you start feeling any of these."

Stolas nodded slowly, smiling warm, as he leaned up to nuzzle his lover's nearest horn. "I'm fine, Blitzy—better than fine. Everything just feels... warm and tingly, like the world's wrapped in silk." He watched as the imp's tense shoulders relaxed under his touch. "I promise, I'll tell you if I start to feel anything awful," he said, a sly smile curving his beak. "Seeing you care so much for me like this is making me hornier for you darling."

The red man's grin returned, sharp teeth flashing, as he pulled Stolas in to continue their kissing. But Stolas couldn't resist pulling back and making the kiss quick, his gaze focusing downward. He hooked a talon onto his lover's waistband, while the other rubbed over the bulge, feeling the heat radiating like a forge, the hardness throbbing under his palm. Blitzø grunted, the sound low and guttural, hips pushing forward with a jerk. 

"Shit, Stolas... can't be hornier than me," he said as he leaned against the mirrored wall for stability, now conscious of how much he was sweating as it clung to the wall. Stolas licked a line as he knelt down lower, peeling down the tight ripped jeans and boxers that were holding back his desire. Blitzø's thick and ridged cock springing free, a bead of precum glistening at the tip like dew. Stolas's eyes widened, mesmerized, the sight making his mouth water.

"So perfect..." he said, lowering his head, allowing his tongue to trace the length from bottom to top, swirling around the head. Tasting the salt and musk, the addictive flavor exploding his senses. 

Stolas adored this—giving head to Blitzø was an act of worship, the way the imp's cock filled his mouth, stretching his beak wide, the ridges bumping against his tongue with each slide. He took more, inch by inch, his throat stretching around the girth, a burning ache that brought tears to his four eyes, the discomfort only fueling his arousal, pain turning into exquisite pleasure. Each gag made him throb a need that radiated downward. 

He moaned around Blitzø, vibrations humming through the length like a purr, as he bottomed him out deep down his throat, holding the position there with a gag before bobbing his head slowly. Blitzø's hands gripped Stolas's head feathers, not pushing but guiding gently, the plumes soft between his fingers. "Ah, fuck... yeah, like that... you're so good at this, birdie." Stolas sucked methodically, slowly incrementing his speed, his enthusiasm unwavering—loving the fullness, the control he held in making Blitzø unravel. The imp's scent enveloping him like a cloud.

Blitzø's grunts filled the room, each one a low rumble building in intensity: "Nngh... deeper, birdie... just like that," his voice echoing off the mirrors. Stolas obliged, hollowing his cheeks, feeling Blitzø throb against the back of his throat with each careful thrust forward, his own wetness dripping between his thighs from the sheer thrill. 

The imp's breaths came in sharp, ragged pants, his tail lashing behind him with a whip-like crack as the pressure built, muscles tensing like coiled springs. "I'm... close... fuck, Stolas!" He came with a guttural groan that echoed like thunder, pulling Stolas' beak closer to bottom-out and releasing deep down his lover's throat. The owl swallowed eagerly, taking in every sensation that was dragged out from his lover's release. As he pulled back with a satisfied gasp, strings of saliva connected them briefly.

Blitzø pulled Stolas up slowly, their eyes locking in the reflective walls around them—endless versions of themselves staring back, flushed and wanting, the glass behind him smeared with the outline of his sweaty body. He kissed Stolas fiercely, tasting his own release on the owl's tongue—bitter-salty, mingled with Stolas's starry sweetness—a low growl vibrating between them, rumbling through their chests.

"My turn now," Blitzø murmured against Stolas's beak, his voice husky with promise.

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"My turn now," Blitzø murmured against Stolas' beak, his voice husky with promise, breath hot and ragged. He guided Stolas to the bed, laying him back against the silk sheets, the fabric cool and slippery like water against heated skin. 

The mirrors above caught the scene from overhead: Stolas' long, elegant form splayed out, feathers fanning like a dark halo, quivering with anticipation, while Blitzø knelt between his thighs, his skin glowing under the dim lights, sweat beading like jewels.

Blitzø's hands parted Stolas' legs with care, claws tracing the sensitive inner feathers, each stroke sending shivers like electricity—until he reached the warm, slick entrance of Stolas' cloaca—his bird puss, as Blitzø affectionately thought of it, already glistening with arousal.

"Fuck, look at you... so wet for me already," Blitzø growled, his breath hot against the sensitive folds, staring at a droplet of slick trickling down. He leaned in, the air between them charged, and his tongue darted out first, a slow, flat lick from bottom to top, savoring the tangy, essence that was uniquely Stolas. 

The owl arched, a breathy gasp escaping: "Blitzy... oh, yes..." the sound high and trembling, feathers rustling against the sheets. Blitzø took his time, circling the swollen clit with the tip of his tongue in teasing spirals that built the tension, the bud hardening under his touch like a gem, each flick sending jolts through Stolas' body. Each stroke was deliberate, the E heightening the flavors and the textures—Stolas' slickness coating his mouth like honey, warm and viscous.

He added fingers gradually, one slipping inside the tight, welcoming heat, the walls velvety and pulsing, curling gently to stroke the inner ridges. Stolas' breaths came in shallow pants, his talons clutching the sheets with a rip of fabric, the silk tearing slightly. 

"More... please," he whimpered, voice cracking and horse from the affection provided earlier. Blitzø obliged, adding a second finger, pumping slowly while his tongue flicked relentlessly, sucking lightly between his lips the suction pulling a keen from Stolas. 

The room filled with wet, obscene sounds—slurps and moans, slick squelches—amplified by their drugged senses, echoing off the mirrors like a symphony. From his position, Blitzø glanced up, catching their reflection in the side mirror: Stolas' face contorted in bliss, his four eyes half-lidded, tears of pleasure glistening, body writhing under the imp's attention, feathers shedding in soft drifts. It was intoxicating, spurring Blitzø on, his own cock twitching at the sight. 

"I'm... ah, gonna-" Stolas' body tensed, clenching around the fingers as he approached climax with rhythmic pulses. Blitzø knew this pattern all too well, swamping his tongue and fingers. The imp focused his movements, feeling the release flooding his mouth, lapping it greedily, persistently drawing out every shudder. 

Blitzø eased back slowly, his chin glistening with Stolas' release, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazed up at the owl with a mix of smug satisfaction and tender awe. Stolas lay there, chest heaving, feathers disheveled and fluffed in post-climax bliss, his four eyes hazy with lingering pleasure, a soft, contented coo escaping his beak as he tried to catch his breath. 

They took in the moment, Blitzø crawling up to hover over him, his claws gently tracing patterns on Stolas' thigh in an endearing swirl that made the owl shiver. Stolas reached up, cupping Blitzø's face with a talon, pulling him down for a lazy, intimate kiss, a quiet affirmation of their connection amid the buzzing high.

But Stolas, desperate and still buzzing from the E, wasn't yet satiated. His body hummed with unquenched fire, the emptiness after Blitzø's fingers withdrew unbearable, his cloaca throbbing with a hollow ache.

"Blitzy... please," he begged, voice trembling as he pulled the imp up, one talon wrapping around under the imp's arm to rest on his shoulder blade, while the other grasped the back-curve of a horn. "I need your big dick inside me..." His eyes pleaded, four red orbs shining, feathers fluffed in frantic need, the air thick with his aroused scent. Blitzø grinned, predatory and loving all at once, sharp teeth glinting. 

"As you wish, your highest-ness," he said, which drawed a hearty chuckle from both of them as the imp positioned himself on top, hooking Stolas' legs over his shoulders for deeper access. The mirrors walls showing side views of their intertwined bodies. Stolas stared at the aerial perspective of Blitzø's muscular back flexing, his mouth ajar in awe of the sight. His lover pressed the head of his cock against the slick cloaca, teasing the entrance with slow circles. 

"Gonna go slow... make you feel it all." Inch by inch, he pushed in, the tightness enveloping him, walls gripping every ridge, hot and slick, sending electric sparks up his spine, the stretch audible in a wet glide. Stolas gasped, his breath hitching with each deliberate advance. 

"You're filling me so perfectly, Blitzy...", walls quivering around the intrusion. Blitzø bottomed out with a shared groan, holding still to savor the feeling of his lover's heat accommodating his member. Stolas pulsed around him, hot and tight like a glove forged in fire, their bodies fitting like puzzle pieces after all these years, scents mingling into something heady. He began thrusting slowly, each pull back dragging along sensitive walls, each push forward filling Stolas anew with a squelch.

Grunts escaped Blitzø between each movement—"Nngh... so fuckin' tight, baby... squeezin' me just right,"—matched by Stolas' whimpers. 

"Oh, yes... harder, please... all for you..." The pace built gradually, skin slapping against feathers in a rhythmic symphony. Stolas began to drool, as the sight from above mixed with their intoxicated stupor was doing things to his senses he never could have imagined. 

Blitzø glanced at the mirror to his left, seeing the side angle: Stolas' legs draped over him, his cloaca stretched wide around the imp's thick cock, glistening with slick and precum. 

"Look at us... so hot together," he rasped, the visual making his cock twitch inside. A smile curved on his beak, realising his lover had only just took enjoyment in the inclusion of the mirror. 

"Oh, I'm... very well... aware..." he said, his talons moving downward to warp around the imps waist. It pushed him closer, every thrust now grinding against his clit with amplified friction. Blitzø's hands gripped Stolas' thighs, pulling him onto each thrust, the angle sending jolts through him like lightning. 

"Watching us... like this... I'm close—" Stolas came first, clenching hard around Blitzø, causing him to follow suite—their simultaneous orgasms a routine practiced in their years together —the heat of his release filling Stolas utterly in thick, pulsing spurts, their breaths ragged as they rode out the aftershocks, bodies trembling. 

They lingered like that for moments, bodies still joined, the warmth of cum trickling out in slow, sticky trails, but the E-fueled hunger gnawed at them, insatiable. "Not enough," Blitzø growled, pulling out slowly, watching his seed trickle from Stolas—a creamy white against flushed folds, the sight making him harden again almost instantly.

He flipped Stolas onto his stomach, bending him over the bed's edge, ass up, feathers parting to reveal the slick, puffy cloaca, dripping and quivering, the scent intoxicating.

"Gonna fuck you harder now," Blitzø promised, lining up and sliding back in with one smooth, deep thrust, the re-entry slick. The angle hit new spots, Stolas' tightness gripping every inch. 

Stolas moaned, pushing back with a desperate grind: "Yes... take me, Blitzy... deeper, please," his voice muffled into silk. Blitzø grunted in response, pulling Stolas onto him with each deliberate snap, the impact sending ripples through their flesh.

To accommodate Stolas' plea, Blitzø lifted one of the owl's long legs, hooking it up onto the bed's edge, spreading him wider, allowing the imp to plunge even deeper. The new depth hitting uncharted territories inside Stolas, bottoming out against his deepest walls with a thud the stretch aching gloriously.

"Like that? Deeper for ya, birdie?" Blitzø rasped, his breaths coming in heavy grunts as he thrust, the stretch and friction amplified by the E into pure ecstasy, sweat dripping from his brow onto Stolas' back in hot drops. His pace gradually picked up as he heard his lover's voice enticing him to. 

"Fuck... so deep...in me..." his voice strained, each word punctuated by a slap. AS breaths grew heavier, chests heaving with labored pants. Stolas turned his head to the side mirror, watching his lover's cock disappearing into him rhythmically, their forms intertwined like an erotic tapestry. 

"We move together... so beautiful..." he gasped, a smile of utter satisfaction on his face. The feedback, looking with the physical sensations, sending sparking through his fingertips and toes. Blitzø looked up too, grinning through a grunt, his reflection multiplied.

"Shit, yeah... you look hot from every angle." The comment paired with a particularly deep thrust. "All mine." The tension relentless, Blitzø felt his own climax approaching first thie time, the vice-grip of Stolas' cloaca too much, walls massaging him in pulsing waves. The release flooded Stolas' depths with searing heat, pausing there to rut through his climax, grinding slow circles that stirred the cum inside, his body shuddering with aftershocks, grunts turning to pants.

Once the waves subsided, he didn't stop, picking up right where he left off, thrusting recklessly—faster, harder, the bed creaking under them, chasing Stolas' pleasure. The overstimulation from his own orgasm making every sensation sharper. 

"Your turn, baby... come for me," he growled, each snap of his hips deliberate and forceful, the wet sounds obscene and echoing. Stolas whimpered, the fullness and friction pushing him over, his cloaca clenching wildly as he climaxed with a wail that vibrated in the air. They collapsed forward, panting, chests heaving against silk, but the fire still burned, skin buzzing.

Exhausted from the relentless peaks so far—three orgasms each already—they finally slowed, bodies tangled in a heap on the bed's edge, sweat-slicked and spent for the moment. Blitzø rolled them both onto the mattress properly, pulling Stolas close in a loose embrace, his tail lazily draping over the owl's leg as they caught their breath. Stolas nuzzled into Blitzø's neck, his talons idly tracing the imp's scars with feather-light touches that sent soft shivers through both, the E making even this simple contact amplify the intimate glow. 

"Blitzy... that was... intense," Stolas murmured, his voice hoarse but content, pressing a soft kiss to Blitzø's collarbone. Blitzø chuckled weakly, his hand combing through Stolas' feathers in soothing strokes. "Yeah, birdie... need a breather? Water?" They lingered like that, sharing lazy kisses and quiet whispers of affection, recharging in each other's arms before the hunger stirred again. Blitzø paused them to reach for the complimentary glass water bottles on the nightstand, uncapping one with a soft pop and handing it to Stolas first, the liquid sloshing invitingly. 

"Here, drink up," he rasped, his own voice hoarse as he took a swig from the other, the water icy and refreshing against his parched tongue, soothing the burn. Stolas sipped slowly, the chill cascading down his throat like a balm, quenching the dryness, droplets escaping to trickle down his beak and feathers in cool paths.

"Vibe check again. How you feelin', Stols? This shit's hittin' hard, even for me." His tone was tender beneath the rasp, concern laced with affection, his thumb brushing away a stray droplet.

Stolas leaned into the touch, his four eyes half-lidded, the E still humming softly through him like a gentle current—buzzing in his veins with a warm, every cell vibrating subtly. The colors in the room sharper and alive, the red lighting shimmering like liquid rubies dancing across the mirrors. His body felt electric, skin tingling where Blitzø touched him, soothing yet igniting.

"I feel... everything, Blitzy," he whispered raspily, his voice a velvet scrape, talons reaching to intertwine with Blitzø's hand. "It's like my body's on fire, but in the best way... every touch is amplified, like fireworks under my skin. The colors, the scents—yours, especially, wrapping around me...And the emotions... I feel so connected to you, like our souls are tangled, deeper into this bliss—And oh, these sheets—they're ridiculously soft! Like clouds woven from moonlight, caressing me," he said, letting himself plop down and roll into the comfort. Blitzø chuckled lightly, enjoying the sight of the very high and exuberant prince. "If this is what heaven feels like, I get why sinners would live those boring, pious lives just to earn it eternally."

Blitzø snorted, the sound pulling a matching chuckle from the owl despite their raw throats. "Heaven? If it was that cool, drugs wouldn't be so sinful in the first place. They'd be handin' 'em out at the pearly gates." They shared a laugh then, bodies shaking together, the sound echoing softly off the mirrors. 

In that laughter, a deeper love bloomed—gratitude for finding each other in Hell of all places, a chaotic realm of eternal torment that had somehow gifted them this sanctuary. It was their own heaven, forged in trials by fire. A better eternal reward than any sinner could dream of experiencing or "earning" through hollow virtues. 

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They shifted into a cuddle, Blitzø pulling Stolas closer against his chest, the owl's head nestling under his chin. Feathers against rough red skin in a silken caress. Blitzø's tail wrapped around Stolas' waist, the leathery coil squeezing gently. The imp's arms wrapped around, one hand stroking down his back in slow, soothing trails. Stolas' talons traced lazy circles on Blitzø's chest, feeling the rise and fall of breaths, appreciating the scars rough ridges like etched history. Every sensation heightened by the E, every touch creating a ripple of vibrations. 

Stolas pressed his beak to the crook of Blitzø's neck, inhaling the scent that was uniquely him—and whispered, "You make me feel seen, Blitzy. Not as a fallen prince, not as a tool, but as... me. The parts I've hidden for so long. And I love you for it.”

Blitzø's throat worked, a rare crack in his voice. "Fuck, Stolas... you see all the ugly shit in me and still stay. That shit terrifies me and... saves me. Every damn day." He tightened his hold, burying his face in Stolas’ head feathers. Their vulnerability raw and unguarded, two broken souls finding wholeness in each other.

“And the sexual need... oh, it's intense, The drug turns desire into something primal,” his raspy voice gaining a dreamy lilt. “Like a tidal wave crashing inside me. Every nerve is screaming for more of you filling me, touching me, consuming me.” He sat up and paused, eyes locking with the imp. “Please, throat fuck me again Blitzy. I need to feel that fullness choking me with pleasure." Blitzø chuckled a grin splitting his face, but his eyes darkened with matching desire.

“You’re the only creature I know that can make the raunchiest dirty talk sound like poetry, you know that?” Stolas tried to scowl, but his face full of desire betrayed him.

“Then you must read some shitty poetry,” he said dryly. Their bodies untangled as their eyes traced each other's forms. 

“How’s this for poetry – I wanna taste you while you choke on me,” Stolas grinned as they eased back into their sexual mischief.

They shifted on the bed, the silk sliding coolly beneath them, positioning themselves on their sides for comfort. Stolas' head lowering toward Blitzø's cock, beak salivating with anticipation, while Blitzø's face nestled between Stolas' thighs, breath hot puffs against slick folds.

Stolas' talons wrapping around Blitzø's base, stroking slowly. Blitzø's fingers parting Stolas' cloaca gently, admiring the puffy, glistening entrance, inhaling the scent of their mixed releases that rose like an aphrodisiac. The sank into their positions, the prince taking the length inch by inch. 

"Mmm... taste us together," Blitzø mumbled as his tongue lapped at the messy folds, tasting the creamy mix of cum and slick. Stolas moaned around him, his throat vibrations sending shivers through the imp who’s tail curled overhead. Mouths working in sync with each movement drawing out desperate noises. Wet sounds echoed through the room —licks, sucks, fingers thrusting with schlicks, muffled grunts.

Stolas tensed first, cloaca clenching around Blitzø's digits as he came with a muffled cry, the vibration rumbling, causing Blitzø to follow, spilling down the owl's throat in hot pulses, swallowed by eager gulps. Bodies buzzing like live wires from the wholesome mutual stimulation, glistened with the remnants of passion.

Blitzø propped himself up on an elbow, his gaze softening as he brushed a stray feather from Stolas' face.

"Hey, birdie... maybe we should wash up a bit. Don't wanna catch somethin' nasty and ruin the high." Stolas nodded, his eyes gleaming with affection.

They rose slowly, Blitzø guiding them to the tub as to make sure Stolas did not lose balance at any point.

He let the prince sit on the toilet, giving him a chance to do his business while he filled the tub.

“You're beautiful, Blitzy," Stolas whispered, his voice a caress, "like a flame that warms without burning."

Blitzø huffed a soft laugh, turning around to give his really high bird a kiss on the forehead. Stolas had an uncharacteristically goofy smile on his face, an expression mixed with exuberant satisfaction and cum-drunk. 

“You should really get a look at yourself,” Blitzø said, moving his head so that Stolas can see his own reflection. His eyes widened for a moment, goof turning into shock before a thunderous laugh escaped his beak. Blitzø joined in,

Their joy echoing around them. The sound of the falling water hinted that it was reaching it’s fill, prompting Blitzø to shut off the stream.

“Okay, did you go?” Stolas nodded exaggeratedly. “Pfft, c’mon baby bird, let’s get your big butt in the tub.”

“Hey– my butt is over ample size for my stature,” he complained, but didn’t fret as Blitzø flushed the toilet for him before lifting him from the seat. His hands gentle as he helped the owl into the tub first, the water enveloping him in an embrace, every ripple sending tingles across skin heightened. Blitzø slid in behind, the water rising to cradle them both, his tail reaching over a nearby basket filled with soaps and bath towels. 

He took a towel and squeezed the soap onto it, the smells going through them, and began washing the bird's shoulders. He used a soap hand to gently get the parts of his head and neck. Stolas sunk into the bliss of the moment, his body completely relaxing. 

“I just want to fuck you, mixing our bodies are of a creamy texture… we can cuddle until our creamy textures combine... while you and I are jelly sandwiches all night…”

Blitzø laughed at his prince’s elevated rambles, continuing to wash his arms and talons before placing both his foamy hands around his chest, the subs sliding like silk. 

“Your poetry is turning into pornographic food descriptions babe,” he said, nuzzling his chin and cheek against a clean shoulder. "Also, have you said that to me before?"

They both shared in the laughter of the moment as Stolas took the other towel and began to lather it up. He tapped the imp, who knowingly turned around with him, allowing his back to be washed. 

“Y’know, I still can’t believe you’re mine,” he said, feeling the slow scrubbing circles, Stolas leaning forward as if to listen better. “I think about that everyday, even when I’m not around you.”
The circles stopped and moved upwards towards the shoulders and neck. 

“Sometimes, I can’t believe it either,” he admitted, sliding a free talon under Blitzø’s armpit and moving upwards to land on his chest, feeling the strong rhythm of his heartbeat. “I truly thought, for so long, that your heart could never be mine.” His talons gripped the skin tenderly. “I also imagine that maybe I’m just in a dream. That perhaps that vile Striker has put me in a coma and I am only going to wake up still married and without–” he hesitated as Blitzø’s hand rested over the talon on his chest. “Without knowing… what true, romantic love felt like.”

“Stolas…” Blitzø whispered, “If I’m in a coma with you, and we’re somehow stuck in this dreamscape together…” he turned his head, making sure their eyes met as he continued. “Then I would choose to never wake-up..”

They locked a kiss, feelings from their hypothetical scenario hitting each other like a rom-com at its plot peak. In the moments that followed, words were sparse, replaced by shared glances and sighs of gratitude. Stolas dried Blitzø afterward with a plush towel, patting gently, his eyes tracing the imp's form with quiet adoration, seeing not just the handsome rogue but the soul who had chosen him after living a lifetime in world of rejection.

Refreshed, they returned to the bed, the sparks reignited. Stolas climbed atop Blitzø, straddling him with grace.

"My turn," he said, in a slow purr, lining up the half-mast length with himself. He sank down slowly onto his lover's cock, the stretch divine, filling him immediately as it grew to size, the pleasure so significant he fell forward placing his hands on the red-white chest. 

“You okay?” 

“Yes… you’re just... a lot to take in…” he said between breathes, trying to regain his composure. He didn’t stop his slow but deliberate rise, talons digging a shoulder and the bed as he lowered himself again. Feathers fluffing with each descent. Blitzø allowed his head to lean back, his horns allowing for him to be propped in the perfect position to be admire the view. His claws seating themselves on either end of the prince’s hips, providing guidance. But he reached one hand forward, fingers finding the very swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, circling strokes timed with the owl’s movements. 

"Gonna make you come hard... multiple times," Blitzø murmured, his touch insistent, calluses rough against sensitive flesh.  Stolas chuckled, almost mockingly, but knew with the chemical intensity still vibrate in their blood that the statement was far from a joke.

Once he found a rhythm to his sweet spot, he grinded against with enough force to bruise, but he didn't care.  He couldn't resist the tenderness of it all and needed to feel the sting. Wanting to feel something in remember this moment in the days the followed.   The first orgasm hit Stolas like a spark, walls fluttering around Blitzø as he gasped, body arching with a shudder. But Blitzø didn't let up, fingers quickening, thrusting up to meet him with a slap, the impact resounding.

"Again babe... come on," he urged, voice rough. The second built quickly, Stolas' body trembling, breaths turning to desperate whimpers—

"Blitzy... oh, Lords... I can't—" until it crashed, his cloaca clenching tighter and spilling out even louder sounds of their entanglement. 

Blitzø persisted, fingers rubbing in longer strokes as catch some of the moisture and not rub raw the beautiful music maker, pushing for a third that made Stolas wail in waves as he collapsed flat onto Blitzø's chest. He braced the shoulders under him, feeling a sensation he never experienced before. 

"I — I think I... need to pee..." he said desperately trying to push the imps arms in a frenzy to get him to stop. His mind racing, regretting that he didn't try long enough when they were in the bathroom earlier."

"Oh no you don't—" Blitzø relented, moving his free hand to grab Stolas' ass to keep him from moving as he adjusted his knees to thrust upwards wildly. Stolas' eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, cheeks flushing beneath his feathers, the sudden release of another orgasm leaving him trembling convulsing as he squirted for the first time—hot, clear fluid gushing over them both in forceful sprays, soaking their joined bodies in a warm messy flood dampening sheets beneath. With the pressure in his bladder released, he gained the strength to push himself up and stare down at his lover in disturbance of the situation. 

"Blitzy, I... I'm sorry, that was—"

Blitzø cut him off instantly, surging up to capture Stolas' beak in an intense kiss, tongues spiraling together in a deep. The kiss was fierce, reassuring, Blitzø's hands cupping Stolas' face, thumbs wiping away any lingering tears, the vibration of a growl pulling Stolas back into the moment without a trace of shame. He broke it just enough to whisper, breath hot against feathers.

"Don't you dare apologize... that was fuckin' hot," before diving back in.

Bewilderment and confusion spread across the birds facial features. 

"We agreed piss play was always on our hard no's list!" He said, very much stressed, but also semi-relieved that his lover was not degrading him for the accident. Blitzø scoffed, wrapping his arms around the prince's upper and lower back. 

"What you just experienced, was squirting birdy," he said with a sly grin, the hand on his lower back grabbing a sample of the liquid from his cloaca, taking it into his mouth without breaking eye contact. "It's the deepest cum, shot straight from the source." Stolas looked disturbed, not believing for a moment it wasn't urine. But realized that there was no strong odor at all. He leaned down to sniff sticky string that parted from the fingertips, before giving it a reluctant lick. His eyes widen with anew shocked. "I'm jealous you get to experience something so intense," he said, returning the hand to wrap around his lover. 

"I cannot deny, it truly was something I never experienced before..." Stolas said, reliving the moment, wrapping his own arms around his lovers neck, locking them in a kiss with new, relinquishing his worries. 

Very much spent, they collapsed in a heap of limbs and feathers, the room's clock glowing faintly with the hour nearing 7 a.m., In that suspended moment, Stolas' four eyes locked onto Blitzø's yellow ones, raw vulnerability melting into the certainty that here, in this imp's arms, he was cherished beyond measure. Blitzø stared back, unguarded. His usual bravado stripped away. Neither spoke it aloud, but the look said it all: I choose you, and I am yours to have.

Stolas nestled against Blitzø's side, his beak tracing idle patterns on the imp's chest, the warmth of skin a quiet anchor.

"That was... wondrous, Blitzy," he sighed. “Like stars colliding, every moment a burst of light is witnessed by the universe." Blitzø pulled him closer, tail coiling loosely around Stolas' form, his claws combing through damp feathers with unhurried care. 

“Yeah, well hope the universe enjoyed the great fucking view.” He pressed a kiss to Stolas' crown. 

"Thank you, for being my first..." Blitzø chuckled heartly. 

"First, what? There's been a fucking few now," he said, the prince giggling in return. 

"My first everything..." he nuzzled upwards into the warm neck, eyes growing heavy. "I only trust, to be there for all my firsts."