“When you said you wanted to ‘get into the spirit of Sinsmas’, this isn’t exactly what I thought you meant.” you say, tensing the muscles in your arms to test your restraints. The festive binds sparkles when they catch the light, cheap plastic film scratching at your bare skin. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
“Aw, but you look so cute all trussed up like a fuckin’ Sinsmas—”
“If you compare me to a turkey, Blitz, I swear to Satan I will never fuck you again.”
He sniggers, the way his tail switches betraying his anticipation. Stolas speaks before he can make a retort, and you shudder as you feel the owl prince slowly graze his talons up the back of your thigh. “Blitzy’s right about one thing though, darling. In this position you look positively delicious.”
You shiver at the drop in his tone, shifting as Blitzø adjusts the tie around your wrist when he notices it hasn’t got enough give for you to stay comfortable. He has you kneeling on the mattress at the base of Stolas’ bed, your wrists bound above you with fucking tinsel. The bright green garland is wrapped around your thighs and your middle, criss-crossing up your torso to twist against your sternum between your breasts. The ties on your wrists led up high above you, fixed tightly to the beam across the top of Stolas’ four poster bed. The position leaves you vulnerable, exposed, something that Stolas reminds you of when he lets his claws trace up your inner thigh.
“You’re being a tease, Stolas,” you reprimand breathlessly, and he hums in amusement, his hand continuing up to caress your ass. You shudder as it finds the base of your tail and squeezes.
“I am, aren’t I?” he says, sounding only slightly apologetic. “What shall we do about that? Should I make it up to you?”
“Fuck, I love it when you’re bein’ a dick,” Blitzø croons from where he stands beside you on the bed. Stolas coos happily at the praise, and the two of them lean over your shoulder to meet in a kiss. You can hear their tongues meeting, hear the moan the prince makes into Blitzø’s mouth, feel his feathers tickling at your back. His hands take hold of your hips, a surrogate for Blitzø’s, tight and hungry. When they break apart, the imp plays the casual, disinterested dom, but you can see from the way his chest heaves and his pupils have dilated just how turned on he is. He turns his attention to you. “You ready, slut?”
You meet his eye gamely, your nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. His gaze drops down to them for a second, and your breath catches as he palms one roughly. “Always.”
Blitzø grins. “’Atta girl.”
You feel Stolas nip at the back of you neck, hands still on your hips as he lets his mouth travel down the length of your spine at a glacial pace. He pauses to let his tongue explore the curve of a shoulder blade, the dip of the small of your back, his hand retaking hold of your tail. He squeezes the base of it again, stroking the first few inches of it slowly.
Blitzø watches your face as Stolas continues his little journey down your back, palming himself through his jeans. He groans, low in the back of his throat, as he squeezes his erection, and your arms jerk as you automatically make move to reach for his belt. The imp smirks at the flash of annoyance that flickers over your expression when you’re unable to move, and he unbuckles it himself. “Always such an impatient little bitch.”
“Like you’re any better, Bli—” you retort, and he proves your point by thrusting his hard cock into your mouth. You gag as it hits the back of your throat, and he pulls back enough to let you adjust, snickering. He continues to laugh when he notices you flip him off with a bound hand, fisting the base of his cock and tapping the head of it against your tongue. You jerk forward, and Blitzø groans as your teeth just barely graze along the underside of his cock in a way that makes the imp shiver when Stolas suddenly slides his tongue up against your cunt. You buck against the Goetia’s mouth as his tongue finds your clit, and he hoots in delight at your eagerness. “Unh…”
“That’s more like it,” Blitzø says, fucking himself slowly into your mouth. You lean forward, taking him in eagerly, ignoring the slight ache that blooms in your arms at the movement. You curl your tongue around the length of him and suck, thrilling at the way his eyes roll back. Stolas’ fingers are still wrapped around your tail, stroking it in rhythm with the flick of his tongue over your clit. You grind your cunt back against his face, urging him to apply more pressure. “Look at you, good girl.”
You whine around him at the praise, swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and suck. Blitzø fists his hand in your hair, claws scratching at your scalp as he thrusts into your mouth. He watches hungrily over your shoulder at the way Stolas undoes you, the owl prince’s tongue circling your clit as his hands knead at your ass, your thighs. You’re finding it hard to concentrate on the cock in your mouth, eyes rolling back behind your lids as Stolas slips his tongue up to tease around your asshole. He lingers there for a moment, long enough to make you moan, before his tongue returns to your clit.
“Look at me,” Blitzø urges, fingers tightening in your hair. He groans when you do as he orders, flicking your tongue teasingly over the head of his cock in the same moment. “Christ, fuck…”
The tinsel bites into your wrists as you strain against it; the urge to grab at Blitzø’s hips, to dig your nails into his thighs in the way you know makes him curse. You hollow out your cheeks and suck as he withdraws and Blitzø shudders, full-bodied, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your throat as he thrusts into your mouth again. He fucks your face eagerly, hungrily, smirking at the sounds that escape you every time his cock meets the back of your throat.
“Holy fuckin’ shit, your mouth is fuckin’ magic,” he tells you, almost affectionate despite the roughness in his tone. Stolas moans behind you as you wind your tail around his throat, forcing him to stay in place against your cunt, squeezing just enough to limit his breathing. “Oh, fuck…”
Stolas thrusts his tongue into your cunt and you cum, flooding his mouth with your release. He fucks you with his tongue, wrapping his arm around your thigh to rub his fingers furiously against your clit. You shake with sensation, gagging around Blitzø’s cock, tears welling in your eyes as neither of them grant you reprieve. Blitzø takes hold of your face in both hands, forcing your mouth to stay open when your body convulses over Stolas’ mouth with another orgasm. Your toes curl; the two of them are fucking you almost in unison, and Blitzø moans your name, Stolas’, as he cums down your throat.
You swallow obediently, eagerly, and Blitzø groans as he watches the last few drops smear across your bottom lip as he withdraws. Stolas backs off too, humming his pleasure at the way your body continues to twitch, and he leans over your shoulder, kisses Blitzø again. “See how good she tastes, Blitzy?”
Blitzø moans into the kiss, then pulls away, turning Stolas’ head towards you. The two of you meet, tongues sliding into each other’s mouths. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and he can taste Blitzø on yours. The imp gropes your chest again, tweaks your nipple and snickers when you jerk under the touch.
He grabs a fistful of Stolas crown feathers, and the Goetia moans as he forces his head back, eyes glowing a deep scarlet. “What d’you say, birdie? How ‘bout I fuck ya nice and rough ‘til our girl here begs us to cut her loose.”
considering writing a little "twelve days of christmas" fic series for december featuring some if not all of the characters I write for (and maybe a couple of new ones too - if you have any requests as to who you want to see, let me know)
day twelve: sex pollen (stolitz x fem/afab!reader)
a sequel to this fic. stolas walks in on you and blitzø well and truly under the thrall of the lust ring plant he sent over, and things sure do happen.1.2k
Blitzø almost collapses against you when he cums too, his hips thrusting disjointedly into yours as his erection refuses to soften. He presses his forehead against your chest with a groan, and you jerk under him as his mouth finds your nipple in a breathless, open-mouthed kiss. You both want more, need more… the pollen still burning in your brain, driving you to fuck yourself onto him.
The imp chuckles through a moan as you do, squeezing your cunt around him. He grins, chest heaving. “Christ, tits, give me a—”
“Oh, Blitzy!” the sing-songed call announces Stolas only a moment before he enters the room. The owl prince freezes in the doorway. “Oh!”
He takes in the sight of the trashed office, the smashed bell jar and ruined plant laying in a stain of golden pollen on the carpet. And the two of you staring back at him like a pair of deer in headlights, half-dressed with your head hanging over the side of the desk and Blitzø still buried deep inside you, your faces flushed and dusted with that same powder. Even as the two of you blink up at him, Blitzø can’t help but thrust into you weakly, and you whimper at the feeling of it.
Stolas blushes a bright red that’s reflected in his eyes, but his expression doesn’t seem angry or upset. Instead, he looks… intrigued?
“Oh, my…”
“Stolas!” Blitzø exclaims, his voice choked slightly. His claws tighten on your hips, digging deep enough into the flesh to bring blood to the surface. His hips thrust into yours again, and you arch up under the feeling of it. Stolas’ head tilts to the side at the sight of it, and you flush further under the way he seems to be studying you. “You—fuck – you can’t get mad about this! This isn’t—”
He breaks off in a moan as you roll your hips up into his instinctively, chasing the orgasm you’ve just recovered from. Stolas closes the door behind him, and you feel his gaze linger on the bite marks Blitzø has left on your breasts.
“We didn’t mean—” you try to explain, but your breath catches and your eyes roll back as Blitzø angles his hips and grinds the barbs on the underside of his cock against the sensitive flesh inside you. “Ah, fuck! Uhn…”
Stolas unfastens the cape from around his shoulders and drapes it over the chair in front of Blitzø’s desk. He wrings his hands together, and you barely break through the fog of needing to fuck, to cum, to feel Blitzø cum again to notice the fluff in his feathers, the unsteadiness of his breathing.
“This isn’t quite the afternoon I had planned for us, Blitzy,” he asserts in that honey-smooth voice of his. He approaches the desk slowly, those long, willowy legs filling your field of vision. Your hands still clutch at the edge of the desk to keep yourself in place, your breath leaving you in a squeak every time Blitzø bottoms out inside you. You unclench one hand from the wood and reach out without thinking, stroking your fingers up the silken material encasing the bird prince’s thigh. The muscle twitches under your touch, and you hear the soft hoot he lets out in response. “But I would still love to experience this with you…”
It takes you a moment to understand his meaning, but Blitzø grabs onto it immediately, a snicker slipping out of him, the sound braced with the tension in his shoulders from holding himself back from fucking you properly. “Fuck, Stols… shoulda guessed you’d be up for this. Climb aboard birdy.”
Stolas grins, bending down over you and the desk to kiss him. Blitzø meets him eagerly, hips snapping into yours hard. You let out a sound somewhere between a yelp and a moan, still groping blindly at Stolas’ thigh. Your hand slips up between them and he moans into Blitzø’s mouth as your fingers brush against his clothed cunt. He grinds automatically into the touch, and he dares to reach down and tweak your nipple with deft fingers. You jump, whimpering at the sudden flicker of pain that blends so well with the pleasure between your thighs.
“I want you on the desk, Blitzy…” Stolas practically moans against his lips. “I want to ride that fucking tongue of yours. I want to watch this pretty little employee bounce on her boss’ cock until she squirts all over him. I want to see—”
“Alright, we get it,” Blitzø chokes on a laugh as you wrap your legs tighter around him. He thrusts into you a few more times before he can bring himself to pull out and the two of them help you up off the desk on shaky legs. With a little rearranging Blitzø takes your place stretched out on the wood, and the imp groans, long and heavy, as Stolas straddles his face in the same moment you sink back onto his cock. The two of you echo it loudly, heads falling back.
You don’t hesitate, you brace your hands on Blitzø’s stomach and fuck yourself on his cock roughly, each drop onto him knocking the breath out of you in a ‘hahh’. Stolas grinds himself needily over Blitzø’s mouth, moaning a filthy mix of praise and cursing. You’re eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm rocks through you, tightens you around Blitzø’s cock. Your thighs are slick with both your cum and his, and your nails bite into the muscles of his stomach. You feel his tail tangle with yours and tighten, the extra stimulation enough to make your mouth fall open in another moan, drool sticking to your bottom lip. Your breasts bounce almost painfully, nipples hard and aching.
Stolas surprises you by kissing you, tongue invading your mouth greedily. You moan into it, grabbing at fistfuls of feathers around his face. He lets out a whine at the feeling of it, urges you to grab them tighter, his own hand coming up to cup and squeeze at one of your breasts.
The pollen in your system seems to be making you more sensitive to touch, and you cum with a choking sob against Stolas’ beak , shuddering through the orgasm over Blitzø’s cock. The imp follows you, lifting you off of him long enough for his cum to paint your thighs and stomach. Then he’s sliding his cock up against your clit and then he’s inside you again, and Stolas is running fingers over your thigh to collect Blitzø’s cum. He brings it to his mouth to suck it from his fingers, eyes rolling back at the taste.
Blitzø fucks himself up into you, both arms wrapped around Stolas’ thighs to hold him in place against his hungry mouth, tongue buried deep inside the owl prince. You jump and shiver when Stolas’ fingers brush against your clit, and that’s enough to make you cum again.
You’re covered in sweat and tears are burning in your eyes and yet your body still screams for more.
Part of you hopes desperately that the pollen wears off soon.
day four: strap-on/double penetration (stolitz x afab!reader)
the owl prince and his imp lover spend the full moon with you between them. blitzø makes a competiton out of it, and stolas is eager to compete. 1.5k
Your mouth is on Stolas’, kissing him with a fervour always reserved for these full moon nights. The owl prince moans into your kiss, his tongue tasting yours, his clawed hands running their way down your sides. He maps out skin as it’s bared to him; Blitzø lingers behind you, divesting you of your clothing with careless hands. You’re sure you hear fabric tear under his enthusiasm, but his mouth is on your neck before you can part from Stolas long enough to complain.
You can feel the imp press against you, feel the hard length of his cock grind up against your ass and you groan into Stolas, your head falling against his chest. The prince hoots a soft laugh, stroking claws through your hair. “Already so eager, my pet?”
“’Course she is,” Blitzø growls, tugging your jeans down your thighs. He clutches a handful of your ass roughly, appreciatively, his tongue teasing at the side of your throat. “Little slut has been dreamin’ about doin’ this since you brought it up, haven’t you?”
You roll your eyes at his cocky tone, and Stolas’ beak twitches in amusement. Your breath catches in a gasp as you feel Stolas’ fingers between your legs, and his feathers fluff as he feels how wet you are. “Go fuck yourself, Blitz.”
“Only after I’m done fuckin’ you,” he replies. Stolas slides his fingers against your clit, rolling two of them against it a little too fast to be languid, as eager as ever. You can feel Blitzø smirk when you grind your hips against Stolas’ hand, rolling them back into the imp’s cock with every move. “Now why don’t you get comfy there on Stolas’ little toy while I spend some quality time with your ass?”
The strap the Goetia is wearing is anything but little, but that does nothing to dampen the anticipation you feel over the idea of having it inside you. Stolas lays back against the pillows and offers you a hand – a gracious move Blitzø would be mocking if he wasn’t so busy tugging off his pants – and you straddle his lap. You roll your hips forward, sliding yourself back and forth over the dildo and shuddering at the sensation. The toy is thick and bumped with ridges that you know are going to feel like pure sin inside you and you whimper at the way the slick latex teases against your clit.
“Oh, darling, don’t you sound so pretty?” Stolas coos, stroking claws through your hair and down your chest. He meets Blitzø’s eye for a moment over your shoulder, and he drags your bra away the moment the imp unclips it. Then he’s leaning up to swirl his eager tongue around your nipple and your gripping crown feathers in your hands. He giggles into your flesh, nipping playfully at the soft flesh with the sharp edge of his beak. It makes you jump, and he hums in amusement, hands on your hips. “Doesn’t she sound pretty, Blitzy?”
“Oh, yeah. Like a fuckin’ angel,” he replies dismissively, and then you feel his hands grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks. “Wanna hear the angel curse?”
You gasp as Blitzø licks a stripe up over your asshole. He swirls his tongue there, claws kneading into your ass as he presses his tongue into you. “Oh…”
“Hmm… not quite, Blitzy,” Stolas fakes a pout, affecting a disappointed tone. Your breath comes quicker now; every slide of your cunt against the strap fucks you back onto Blitzø’s tongue. “I think we can do better than that, don’t you?”
“Ooh, feelin’ cocky are we, birdy?” Blitzø asks, sinking his teeth into the swell of your ass for a moment. It makes you jump, and he massages his hand over the mark he’s left behind. You hear the snap of a lube bottle being opened, and another of it being closed. “Wanna see who can make her cream quicker?”
“Oh, cool, I’m a dick-measuring contest,” you interject, and you moan in the back of your throat as you feel Blitz press a finger into your ass. “Oh, shit…”
“Mine’s bigger.” Blitzø says snidely, fucking you so slowly with that finger. His breath is hot on the back of your neck. “And real. Gonna feel sooo much better than that hunk of—”
“Ohhh…” you groan as Stolas lifts you easily and lowers you down onto the strap, pressing his hips up to slide it all the way into you in one, long stroke. “Oh, fuck!”
“Cheater,” Blitzø grunts, and Stolas laughs, guiding you into bouncing slowly on the strap. You exhale shakily at the feeling of the toy stretching you, filling you, and your head falls back as Blitzø lets the movement fuck you onto his finger as well. There’s a delicious fullness to the feeling, and you shiver when Blitzø stretches you further with another finger. The two of them fuck you slowly like this, bringing moans from your lips again when Stolas returns his tongue to your breasts. Blitzø mutters in your ear, his voice rough. You can feel his cock brush against your ass, feel him stroking it, coating it in lube. “You wanna take my cock, don’t you? Wanna feel both of us stretchin’ out your tight little holes?”
You nod, whimpering as he withdraws his fingers. When he replaces them with the head of his cock, pressing it slowly into your hole, you stiffen and moan aloud. Stolas lets Blitzø take the lead, still rolling his tongue around your nipple as Blitzø slowly fucks himself into you, letting another inch press in with every thrust of his hips.
The imp presses his forehead against your shoulder as he does, exhaling a heavy groan against your heated skin. “Holy Christ you’re fuckin’ tight…”
“Blitz…” you whine, leaning forward to grip Stolas’ shoulders. The owl prince moans his approval as your fingers clench in his feathers, grinding his hips up into yours. You moan, the sound like something out of a Lust Ring porno as you feel the two of them press their cocks into you at the same time. “Oh, fuck!”
Blitzø’s clutching at your waist, Stolas at your hips, the two of them guiding you into a steady rhythm between them. Blitzø keeps cursing at the feeling of your ass squeezing around him, his lips grazing against your spine every time he does. Stolas nips at your neck, leans over you in only the way someone as tall and as flexible as him can to kiss Blitzø over your shoulder. He moans into it, scratches at your hips in a way that makes you shudder.
“I think I’m winning, Blitzy,” he coos, laying back again to better thrust up into you. You can’t stop your eyes from rolling back, can’t stop the way your mouth hangs open dumbly as the angle changes to brush up against something inside you that makes your toes curl. “Our lovely girl is going to cum all over my big cock any minute now.”
“It ain’t your name she’s moanin’, Stols,” the imp snarks back, one hand moving to squeeze at your ass. He watches appraisingly the way his cock sinks into you, and you let out a choking sound as the barbs on the underside of his cock slip into you, drag along the sensitive flesh inside you. He snickers, and the other hand slips around you to move between your legs. “And she’s about to take my name up a few octaves, too.”
“Fuck!” Oh, fuck… shit…” Blitzø’s fingers find your clit and you buck against them, and the only thing stopping you from collapsing is Stolas’ grip on your hips. “Blitz… Stol— uhn…”
You cum hard, body seizing and jerking with every ripple of pleasure that goes through you. The two of them slow their hips, letting you ride out your orgasm with tears in your eyes. Stolas kisses your neck, Blitzø your back, and you whimper as Blitzø slowly pulls out of you. Your cunt flexes around the dildo still inside you, and Blitzø massages a hand over your ass appreciatively.
“Told ya so.”
“I believe she said both our names, darling,” Stolas points out indulgently, helping you off of him carefully. You roll onto the bed beside him with a steadying exhale, twitching when the Goetia skims his fingers over your thigh. “Didn’t you, pet?”
You nod, watching as Blitzø crawls up over Stolas and grabs a fistful of his crown feathers, jerking his head back. The glow of Stolas’ eyes deepens with renewed arousal. “Yeah, but she meant it more for me.”
Stolas leans up and kisses him, a torrid mix of tongues that is enough to make you whimper again. Blitzø snickers into the kiss, reaching over blindly and groping your breast.
13) high on adrenaline kind of sex for Stolitz? Pretty please? ✨️
prompt #13: high on adrenaline sex
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy… fuck…” There’s too much energy inside you, prickling under your skin like electricity. You’d finished the mission, and a close call has left you buzzing with pent up adrenaline. Blitzø had noticed immediately, a sharp-toothed grin gracing his features as he’d watched you bounce on your heels. Now, he’s making good use of that energy, and he groans as you bounce on his cock needily.
“Someone was eager,” Stolas comments, his feathers soft and ticklish against your back as he leans into you. He’s straddled Blitzø’s legs to clutch at your hips, watching his imp lover’s face as you milk his cock with each upward slide of your cunt. “Isn’t she just darling, Blitzy?”
His claws dig deeper, harder into your flesh, and you whine, head lolling back to rest the crown of it against his chest, watching the red glow of his eyes upside-down. Stolas smirks down at you, teasingly trailing fingers down over your stomach. He chuckles indulgently as you, impatient, push his hand down between your legs to your clit, and he rewards you by circling it with eager fingers.
“Yeah, yeah, she’s fuckin’…” Blitzø’s attempt at casual is ruined when you squeeze around the base of him, his eyes rolling back. You feel his tail lash, the sharp sting of it against your thigh a reward. “Shiiit, tits, you’re gonna rip the damn thing off you keep squeezin’ that hard…”
“Sorry,” your unfelt apology is undercut by your breathless moan, and Stolas chuckles, hand sliding up your belly and along the valley of your sternum. He takes your throat in a delicate grip that just borders on tight, lowering his beak to your mouth to meet your tongue with his in a torrid, moaning kiss. Blitzø curses beneath you at the sight of it, and you echo him as Stolas cups your breasts and squeezes. “Unhhh…”
Blitzø thrusts his hips up to meet yours, and you break away from Stolas’ kiss to fall forward, bracing your clutching hands on the imp’s chest. Stolas hums his approval, grasping at your hips and forcing them still so Blitzø can set the pace, fucking you hard enough to make you ache. You cum shudderingly, loudly, your nails digging into Blitzø’s chest and your thighs tense and shaking.
Your fingers find your clit and Blitzø mutters a string of both praise and degradation as your hand moves furiously against it, your excitement dripping down his cock to soak him. You can hear the wetness, feel it, each time his hips meet your thighs, your cunt, and you shudder as you hear Stolas moan behind you. Blitzø slips his tail up between the owl prince’s thighs, and the goetia’s grip on your hips becomes so wonderfully, deliriously painful that you cum again.
You collapse into Blitzø, quaking and gritted teeth and your eyes rolling back, but you whimper as he slows his pace, shaking your head against the side of his throat desperately.
“More…”
Blitzø laughs, voice torn with desire and lust and his own need. He fucks himself hard up into you again, his mouth meeting yours to swallow your grateful moan.
hi, lovelies! I'm going to be closing independent requests for now, so I can catch up on the ones still waiting. There are also a few ideas of my own I want to get to but I feel like I should do the requests first. But you will still be able to request kiss prompts from the lists below in the meantime :)
husk kiss prompts
blitzø kiss prompts
for my beloved mutuals, you can still send in independent requests for husk, blitzø, huskerdust, and stolitz reader inserts, because when have I ever been able to say 'no' to you? 🩷 I'm tagging y'all below purely because this is a sideblog and there's a chance you actually don't realise we are mutuals lol. If you don't want to be tagged in the fic, just let me know in the ask, and I'll dm you when it's published instead :)
for the rest of my wonderful followers, because I'm kind of springing this on all of you, you have approx. twelve hours or so (basically, until I log in next) to get your ideas in before I close requests :) thank you to all of you who are still waiting for being so patient!
Stolas’ feathers are wonderfully, gloriously soft against your cheek, albeit ruffled and stained with the drool dripping from your parted lips as Blitzø fucks you from behind. You’re laying on Stolas’ stomach, cradled by his long, slim legs and braced up on your knees. Blitzø’s hands are clutching at your hips, claws digging into the soft flesh, his touch a stark contrast to the gentle way the owl prince is stroking your hair.
“Oh, darling, doesn’t he feel so good?” Stolas coos, petting your cheek. You smile up at him dazedly, whimpering as Blitzø gives a particularly hard thrust into your dripping cunt. Stolas pouts down at you in faux-sympathy, ghosting clawed fingers over your skin to push your hair away from your forehead. “Tell Blitzy how much you love having his big, thick cock inside you.”
“I do,” you moan, arching your back as Blitzø smooths a hand over the curve of your ass and squeezes. “I love it.”
“Love what, pet?” Stolas prompts teasingly.
“I…” You try to bury your face in his chest but he hooks a claw under your chin. “I love his… unh, his cock in-inside me.”
“Mmm,” Stolas smiles. “Good girl.”
“Fuck, you two are good for my ego,” Blitzø snickers through gritted teeth, and you jump as the spade of his tail snaps against your ass. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, you are milkin’ my dick, sweets.”
You can feel goosebumps rise over your thighs as Blitzø retakes your hips and pulls you back in time with his thrusts, the sound of flesh meeting flesh rising. You can feel your thighs slick with your own excitement, feel the addictive ache between them as Blitzø’s cock fills and stretches you every time he bottoms out inside you. Blitzø grabs at your tail, winding it around his fist and gripping the base of it tight. At the same time, Stolas slips a hand beneath you, delicate fingers finding your clit.
“Oh, fuck!” you half-laugh, half-moan as the sensations flood through you. Stolas chuckles at your reaction, continuing to stroke your hair as he teases your clit. Blitzø curses aloud as you tighten around him, and when he tugs hard on your tail you cum, hard. The only thing that stops you from collapsing is Blitzø’s grip on your hips, and your orgasm does nothing to slow him down. “Fuck, Blitz, I can’t…”
“Yes, you fuckin’ can,” Blitzø growls, pressing himself down against your back. You feel his mouth graze your shoulder, and Stolas pushes himself up onto an elbow to bring the imp into a messy, hungry kiss. Blitzø groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering against yours. “Fuck, Stols… shiiiit…”
Stolas quickens his fingers against your clit just as Bltizø begins to lose control, and when your cunt tightens like a vice with another orgasm Blitzø moans, loud and rough as he spills himself deep into you. He keeps pumping until you can feel him begin to soften inside you, his breathing laboured. Blitzø continues to exhale a mixture of curses and slightly offensive ‘praise’, and Stolas hoots happily at the show the two of you have provided as Blitzø slides his cock slowly out of you.
“Satan, that was…” you let your head fall back down onto Stolas’ feathers, inhaling the scent of expensive oils and the delicate note of his own exertion. “That was fucking great.”
“Damn fuckin’ right it was, tits.” Blitzø replies, and you yelp as he smacks you appraisingly on the ass.
The owl fakes a pout as he watches Blitzø stretch his arms out above his head. “I have to admit, Blitzy, I’m a bit jealous that our darling girl was the one who got to feel your hot cum fill up her tight little—”
“Fuck, you’re greedy,” you laugh breathlessly, and Stolas makes it up to you by stroking his hand down your spine. “You could at least let us catch our breath before you start angling for round… what, four?”
“Six,” Blitzø interjects cockily, moving up the bed to kneel beside Stolas’ shoulder. “C’mon, birdie. Quit complainin’; you’re on clean-up.”
Stolas grins, and you watch as he curls his long tongue around Blitzø’s softening cock and draws him into his eager mouth. The imp groans as the owl prince sucks him clean, reaching out to run his hand through your sweat-damp hair.
“Fuck, Stols…” he mutters, shuddering as the owl suckles teasingly at his tip. Blitzø lets him linger for a few moments after his cock is well and truly clean. Stolas squawks in surprise and arousal as the imp suddenly grabs hold of his crown feathers and jerks his head back. He grins down at him, pupils dilated and smirk wicked. “Her turn.”
You whimper as the two of them roll you off of Stolas and onto your back. You moan to the ceiling and your hips rise off the mattress as Stolas suddenly buries his face between your legs. He buries his tongue deep inside your cunt and you fist your hands in the sheets, eyes rolling back at the sudden overstimulation.
Blitzø snickers as he watches your reaction. “That’s fuckin’ adorable – it’s like you’re possessed.”
“Sh-shut up, Blitz—” you whine, and his laughter doubles. You curse as he reaches down to roll his fingers over your clit just as Stolas thrusts his tongue deep into you, and your whole body seizes up as you cum again, your hand clutching at Blitzø’s shoulder. “Fuck!”
Blitzø grins in satisfaction, his hand fisting the base of his cock. “So… round six?”
“Oh, ho-ly fuck,” you let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a moan, letting your head fall back as Stolas slides his tongue deep into your cunt. He chuckles into you, his strong, delicate hands wrapped around your parted thighs. “Shit, Stolas…”
He hums happily into you, a soft hoot of pleasure escaping him as you fist your fingers of one hand in the feathers at the back of his head. You’re too rough, your grip made tighter by the anxiety warring with your arousal. You were perched on the edge of the balcony railing outside his room, hanging precariously back over the gardens below. The only thing keeping you in place were Stolas’ hands and your tail wrapped tightly around the stone barrier beneath you. The stone makes the skin of your tail burn as it tightens around it.
Stolas is bent down in front of you, his long, lean body jerking into you with every thrust Blitzø makes into him from behind. The imp’s hands clutch roughly at Stolas’ hips, claws digging so firmly into the soft feather that they prick the skin beneath. The feathers along Stolas’ back are fluffed and ruffled, and you can see him shudder every time Blitzø angles his hips just right. The imp smirks wickedly as the two of you moan in unison.
“What are fuckin’ view,” he groans admiringly, tugging at Stolas’ tail feathers mockingly. The prince breaks away from you to let out a catching moan, and you grab at the railing beneath you as the sudden movement threatens your balance. Blitzø snickers, and you flip him off, your chest heaving.
“Can you fucking not, Blitz?” you demand, running your fingers through Stolas’ feathers as he continues to moan brokenly. “You’re not the one risking your life for an orgasm.”
“You love it, bitch,” he retorts. He smacks Stolas’ ass, thrusting into him hard and his tone turns teasing. “’Sides, duckie here ain’t gonna let ya fall. Are ya, Stols?”
Stolas shakes his head hurriedly against your thigh, wrapping his arms around you to clutch instead at your ass. One hand spreads over the small of your back, and you shiver at the feeling of his claws grazing your skin. All four of his red eyes meet yours, burning far more intensely than the sunlight warming your back. “Never, darling.”
“Good boy,” Blitz grunts, and Stolas hoots happily, eyes rolling back. You cup his face in your hands, sliding your fingers through the feathers over his cheeks.
“Such a good boy,” you echo, and the owl shudders. He turns his head to nip affectionately at your wrist before he finally brings his mouth back to your needy cunt. “Oh, fuck…”
You gasp as soon as his tongue meets your clit, hands snapping back down to curl around the railing so you can grind against his face. The muffled sounds Stolas makes into your cunt as Blitz fucks him are intoxicating, and the imp meets your gaze over Stolas’ back and smirks.
The expression falters as Stolas tightens and flexes around his cock, and Blitz curses, hips snapping forward desperately. You know the sounds the three of you are making are travelling out over the grounds, echoing off the stone walls, but you don’t care, not when the prince’s tongue feels so damn good and when the desperate look on Blitzø’s face is making your whole body tighten with arousal.
So, there should be no surprise to any of you when you moan so loud when you cum that your throat aches, the sound a drawn-out curse. Stolas echoes it, the sound vibrating through your soaking cunt. He laps at you eagerly and while his main eyes are screwed shut in pleasure, the other two are fixed hungrily on your face to take in every reaction you make.
Blitzø’s tail wraps tightly around Stolas’ waist, grinding into him on every thrust, and the owl chokes out a moan, pressing his face into your thigh as the two of them cum too. Stolas’ legs are shaking and you stroke your fingers through his feathers as Blitzø collapses against his back with a breathless snicker.
Stolas moves to his knees, pulling you down from the railing and into an embrace, and you kiss him, reaching past him to take hold of Blitzø’s horn and pull him into a kiss, too. Blitzø moans into your kiss as Stolas turns his head at an unnatural angle to nip at the side of the imp’s throat with the sharp edge of his beak. The owl giggles as Blitzø hisses, and the imp grabs a fistful of feathers at the back of his head, jerking his head back.
“Watch it, birdie.” he smirks, his tail winding itself around yours beside Stolas’ hip. “I got no problem bendin’ you over that railin’ for round two.”
