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Tonight's the full moon, which means another erotic role play night with Stolas. A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I lift a fancy looking mask out of the package he sent me. He texted me earlier, stating the theme was 'masquerade ball'.
Whatever gets his feathers lubed up, I suppose.
Inspecting the mask, I realize it's in the style of a fucking jester, little bells and all. It's gold and silver, decorated with multiple colored gems. It also came with a colorful cloak lined with sequins. The kind of shit straight out of Mardi Gras.
Wouldn't be the first time I had to wear something so ridiculous, so after removing my gloves, I undo my collar and shrug off my jacket. Then I replace them with the cloak, making sure that it's secure. The sequins cast a sharp light right into my eye, literally seeing rainbows.
Damn, that shit is sparkly.
After rubbing the fuckin' sting out of my eye, I put on the mask and adjust it so that it doesn't itch. It only covers the top half of my face, so there's that at least.
But I am curious…
I whip out my cell and snap a quick selfie without any filters, only using the flash. As I glance over the photo, a hard knot forms in my throat from the implications.
A court jester.
I literally look like a fucking clown.
A clown. He really sees-
Nope, I'm not going to unpack that right now. Or better yet, ever! I get the book for another month, and I'll get to go kill some bastards throughout it. So before any complicated bullshit from my subconscious could even hope to surface, I gather up my stuff and exit my room. If I leave now, maybe I can get some fucking iced coffee on the way before they close.
"Bye, Loona. Going to see Stolas, so don't wait up," I call over my shoulder, heading out the front door.
Instead of a response, there's a flash of light, followed by a faint shutter sound. I roll my eyes and turn around."Oh, hell no. You better delete that."
"Nah, I'm saving this as my lock screen. Have fun at your boyfriend's"
"He's not my--” I pause and take a deep breath. No point in fighting with Loony on it. “ Whatever, I'm leaving now. Have a good night, sweetie."
"K' Bye."
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Thankfully, the coffee place down the street was still open, so I was able to get my vanilla and caramel swirl iced coffee. Though, every stuck-up asshole there was pointing and giggling. This "masquerade" bullshit tonight better be worth it. Like, I don't mind the role play so much, it can be kind of fun sometimes. But if I'm the damn clown tonight, then what the hell could he even be?
Different ideas run through my mind as I chug the last of my coffee down in front of his house. But I have no idea. So after tossing the empty cup behind me, I decide that I’ll just have to see for myself. Knowing him, it could be something really weird. Besides, I gotta' get going before he starts calling, asking me where I am. He gets so impatient.
I make my way through his overgrown garden of twisted vines and reach my normal climbing spot. I've lost count of how many times I've climbed up to his balcony. But I do know it's more frequent than once a month these days.
A lot more.
While it does feel nice to fuck out some frustration from time to time, I don't know if it's a good thing that we've spent more time than necessary together. I mean, I just saw him last week. Nothing big, just a movie night, and we watched Spirit together.
Again.
Now the issue isn't the movie, because it's amazing, and I fucking love horses… But the fact Stolas has watched it with me multiple times, I'm not sure what to think of that. Or how we even began having random movie nights. It’s not just movie nights, now that I think about it. We’ve had other little random outings and meet-ups at the coffee shop every once--
"Oh, shit!" I yelp, losing my grip on the wall.
I barely manage to catch myself in time, using my sharp reflex to grab onto a decorative trim. Thankfully, since I would’ve broken a few bones from this height. Damn it!
Pull it together. Stop worrying about dumb nonsense and just get up there.
So again, I push the bullshit out of my mind and focus on scaling up the wall. I just need to climb up one more story. It's so annoying how big his mansion is. Like how much space does one privileged family even need?
But the moment I hoist myself over the gawdy railings, it's like time stops. My eyes meet a glowing pair of red, framed by an elegant black mask. Instead of some weird, tacky costume, Stolas is dressed...like a prince. Well, he is a prince, but tonight he definitely looks the part. His mask is lined with red and silver filigree along the edges. He has on a fancy red cape, different from the tattered one he usually wears, that's more like velvet. Then there’s that very form-fitting dark blouse he has on.
Very form-fitting…
He stands there regally with his hand out towards the balcony, the other tucked behind his back. I’m trying not to stare too much, but it's like I fell into a fucking fairy-tale story. Bastard was waiting for me right there with the coy smile under that mask of his.
Stolas remains silent as I step forward. His hand is still held out, as if waiting expectantly, so I lay my hand against his palm. Long, slender fingers wrap around mine and he pulls me in.
I open my mouth, because damn it, I don't know what game he's playing this time. But the words die out on my tongue as he waves his other hand above. A large portal opens up overhead, exposing a deep blue sky with a fuck ton of stars.
More than I've ever seen.
Another flick of his wrist, and music begins to play. It's instrumental, very waltzy, and the sound echoes from his room. I'm not surprised that he has a record player with fancy ass music, but why put that shit on now?
Before I could even begin to ask, he puts the free hand against my back and starts to move. My heart races as he pulls me along. Oh no, this isn't happening.
"Stolas, I can't dance to a waltz. I don't fucking know how--"
"Shhh, my little imp," he interrupts, popping the 'p' in that annoying way he does, "Don't fret, I'll lead."
"You lead?" I shoot back. "Ohhh, you are so going to get it. Wait till I lead my dick into that deep ass throat of yours."
"Mmmm, I can't wait to taste it," he replies, brushing his thumb against my jaw.
"Yeah? Well--"
He presses a finger against my lips, shushing me, and I have half a mind to fucking bite it off. Then he whisks me into a twirl, before pulling me in again. I tilt my head back so that I can see his face, but instead catch a glimpse of the stars shining bright above.
I'll admit, they are awfully pretty.
However, focusing back on Stolas, I can't make heads or tails on what he's thinking. Not behind that dark mask. And these "arranged" nights never start out like this. Usually, the bastard acts thirsty to hell and begs me to pound him the moment he sees me.
But then again…
He is always begging me to do other shit too. Besides the movie nights or random little day outings, he tries to have dinner or something. Like the romantic kind of shit. But I'm pretty sure they're all just attempts to get into my pants.
I mean, what else could they be?
At the very question, I stumble from tripping over my own damn feet. But Stolas has a firm grip on me, and helps me regain my footing, continuing on without missing a beat. The music speeds up, and I’m struggling to keep up with the movement as he leads us further into the room. It’s almost comical, since I'm barely even half his height and he has to lean over me.
Then he lets out a soft chuckle as I almost trip again, this time on his foot. "Oh, Blitzy darling, I always do have the most fun with you.”
"Gee, thanks,” I deadpan.
"I'm serious. You bring me such joy."
"Yeah, because I'm just a fucking clown, right?"
"You are so much more than that. You're the life of the party. The excitement in my life , " he whispers in a low, husky tone.
A shock runs down my back and I can feel my cheeks heat up with warmth. Oh shit, I'm blushing, aren't I?
My mouth hangs open as I stare up at him. I just don't know how to respond to that. To him. Under normal circumstances, I'm able to brush these kinds of things off, but that look in his eye, it's not how it normally is. And that sky. Fuck, that sky is pretty. He's pretty… Gorgeous, really. His feathers, they're practically glittering under the stars--
Oh hell, I'm impressed.
But I can’t tell him that.
Without another thought, I reach up and grab his face, pulling it down to level with mine. I lunge forward and take his tongue with mine. We're still dancing, but I can feel him leading us towards his bed. Then finally, we slow to a stop and I pull him down on top of me.
We fall onto the most comfortable bed I've ever laid in. The bells jingle with every little movement, so I rip off my mask and toss it aside. Enough of that shit. It feels so much better without it, no more annoying ringing in my ear as I deepen the kiss. My hands slide up against his face, and I toss his mask away as well.
His lustful gaze is now on full display. Far from the look of a put-together prince and more like a hungry beast.
I wrap my arms around that thin ass waist of his and flip him over. Before he could even say a word, I throw off that stupid fucking cloak, followed by my top. He lets out a quiet moan as I move to unclasp his cape and unbutton the blouse. My fingers run against the fabric as it comes undone, the dark silk falling away, leaving his soft, fluffy feathers exposed.
The portal above is still open, Stolas’s magic still going strong, allowing starlight to spill over us. I can’t help but notice how bright it all is, making everything shine with a soft glow. Hmmm, never fucked under the stars before so that'll be interesting. I'm trying to not act all excited, but clearly failing as my pants start to feel tight. Damn it, Stolas started this, getting me all worked up and shit.
But I'll be sure to finish it.
He won't be able to walk right for a week.
As he reaches towards me, I use my tail and bind his hands over his head. “No you don’t. I'm pretty sure it’s my turn to lead,” I comment as I undo my pants and slip my underwear down before discarding them.
Fuck, I’m so hard.
He squirms beneath me, eyeing my erection with hunger. I slide my hand down the length of my dick, teasing the both of us. “You said you wanted to taste, right?”
“Yes! Yes, I want to taste that big cock of--”
“Say please, bitch," I snap back, giving myself another stroke.
A sharp, needy whine passes his beak. I can feel him try to wiggle out from the binding of my tail, so I wrap it tighter. He stops struggling, drool leaking out of the corner of his mouth.
"Please, Blitzy."
At the magic word, I push forward and guide the tip towards his face. He licks away the drool before parting his beak to wrap his tongue against me. My dick twitches, leaking out precum that he greedily tastes. I hold back a groan and shove deeper into his throat.
Now admittedly, the first time he gave me a blow job, I was scared he'd tear my dick off with that bird mouth of his. But damn, he can work that tongue when he's not yapping. I pet the sleek feathers of his head before grabbing tightly as I thrust into his throat once more.
He hums, sending vibrations up the shaft, and fuck does that feel good. Tears well up in the corner of his eyes, indicating that I've gone in pretty deep. It's incredible, that horny ass look I've reduced him to, slurping on my dick. Pressure builds up as he sucks even harder. Just as I feel myself wanting to cum, I pull out.
Stolas gasps for air before giving me that slutty, pouty face. "But I wasn't done yet."
Raising my brow, I lean forward, till our faces are inches apart. "You wanted a taste, so I gave you a taste."
Besides, I’m not done yet either… Wasn’t going to blow my entire load on that, so I’m going to up my game a bit. He shudders as I place one hand on his chest. Then as I lean my weight on it, I use my other to replace the bind on his hands, freeing my tail.
"Now Daddy's gonna' show you what excitement really is."
I don't even wait for a response as I shove my tongue against his. Normally, I would have moved on from the make out session by now, but I really want to stretch this out farther. I want him to come undone.
And fuck, can he really fucking kiss.
But again, not that I’ll tell him that...
While he's distracted, I start moving my tail against his body until it's right between his legs. I smirk against his mouth as I slide the tip over his entrance. He jerks, moans deeply, and then spreads his legs wider. I can feel him wanting to squirm beneath my hands again, but I hold my ground as I tease his lips, feeling his wetness seep out.
"So damn needy," I murmur, pulling back to look at his reddening face.
He coos as my tail rubs the outside of his puss. “Blitzy-”
"Yeah, you like that? You fucking like that, your highness ?" I sneer as I grind my throbbing dick against him.
“Fuck, yes. I fucking like when you use your sexy red appendag--”
I refuse to let him finish whatever weird sentence he was about to say and start kissing him with the intention of not letting up this time. He hoots and chirps, trembling beneath my rutting. My tail keeps rubbing the outer edges, never fully going inside.
He’s practically crying against my tongue now, the desperation growing louder.
Fuck.
The music from the record player had died off, so now all I can hear is just the sound of our panting and his cries. And man, his feathers against my skin are just so incredibly soft even though they’re all puffed up. I also can’t help but admire his ruby red eyes as they reflect the stars above, glistening with tears.
How I ended up in a transactional fucking with a literal prince of hell is beyond me.
That’s right, transactional…
I nearly choke on the sylvia before I continue going. The nips and licks get sloppier, struggling to focus. I almost cut my bottom lip against the sharpness of his beak, but I--
Now’s not the time!
It’s never the time.
Fuck, just--
“Blitzø!”
I gasp at the sound of my name. My actual name instead of the stupid pet one. A grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I slide my tail deep into his puss, stimulating his most sensitive spot
“Say it again,” I command.
"Blitzø," he moans with adulterated ecstasy.
I leak out some more, dripping onto his feathers. It's aching so painfully now, needing to be touched, but I fight against the urge to jerk off. Instead, I edge Stolas closer, biting into his shoulder as I hump against him, his voice right in my ear.
He continues to mewl my name, really egging me on. Begging to me to fuck him.
I keep working him with my tail, bringing him closer to the brink. Then, I feel his walls tense up, so I release my grip on his hands. He claws at his pillows, preparing for his release.
"That's right. Cum for me, Stolas," I whisper in his ear.
"Fuck, Blitzø!"
I bite down on my bottom lip, watching as he rides through his orgasm. My tail pulls out, his cum dripping with it. I wipe it against his face, smearing it alongside the drool. All he can do is pant as I lean back and tease the tip of my dick.
“Feeling pretty good there, aren’t ya’?”
He swallows and nods, coming down from his euphoric high. But I don’t let his breathiness fool me. This horny bird has a lot more stamina in him than he lets on, and judging from the gleam in his upper eyes, he’ll be thirsting for round two any moment.
"Mmm, that's good. That's real good, because it just so happens I have a few more tricks up my sleeves."
I can hardly take the aching need anymore. However, I'll let him catch his breath. After a moment, he wipes away the mess from his cheek and starts to sit up, but I push him back into the cushioning of the blankets. "Stay down, your majesty."
He grips my thighs with those talons of his. "You've been taking such an initiative tonight, darling," he quips back.
I shrug, looking away from that odd, thoughtful gaze of his.
He's not wrong.
A small tingling sensation runs up my skin as he traces the outline of the white patches on my inner thighs. He does that sometimes, especially when there's something dirty he's thinking. I sit there quiet for a moment, letting him feel.
But again… there's only so much more that I can take.
I brush his hands aside and give him a wink, then scoot back and prepare for the real fun. I can't help but grin as I lift his long, slender legs over my shoulders. They cross against my back, pulling me in.
I let out a small hum as I look over the dripping mess he's become. He's so damn wet, and his sweet, musky scent fills the air. My dick continues to throb with anticipation. I rub his entrance with my tip, stopping short, but feeling the heat radiate up the shaft.
"Just fuck me already," he moans, his legs pushing me closer.
I don't need to be told twice, so I insert myself in, going balls deep. He sighs in relief as I start pumping, slowly, but steady. I rock my hips into his, really savoring the sensation of how soft, but warm he is. He attempts to gyrate into me, so I grasp onto his hips, controlling the speed at my pace.
His feathers start to puff up again, showing just how worked up he is. I can still feel him trying to speed it up, really wanting me to pound into him. But I hold onto him firmly, not even paying attention to the vulgar begging he’s doing.
It’s his turn to get all flustered and shit.
And damn, is it such a hot sight…
I can feel the muscles in his legs tense up, so bite into one of his thighs as I work him. He lets out a loud howl before asking me to bite harder. I do, enough to where I almost break skin. Though the feathers start to tickle my nose, so I let go--only to go back to concentrating on fucking his brains out.
His hands reach down and grasp onto my horns in hopes of pulling himself up more. But I’m not playing that game and shove him back onto the bed.
“Last warning, stay down and be a good prince for me,” I growl.
Honestly, this whole thing is so vanilla compared to how we usually fuck, not that I really mind. It’s not bad, something a little different, but I’ll be damned if I let my dominance slip.
But if I know Stolas…
Heat flares up in my chest at the thought. I do know him, and he’s definitely not one to listen.
Masochistic bitch.
He has that cheeky ass smirk on his face. Yep, definitely not going to listen. And because he’s not tied down, he tries yet again to get up.
“Okay, that’s it,” I huff out.
Immediately, I pull out and turn him over onto his knees. I was going to start easy and really build it up, but If he wants it that bad , then I’ll give it to him. He moans deeply into the pillow as I bind his hands behind his back with my tail. Then I push his tail feathers aside and reinsert myself.
“How’s that your majesty?”
This time, there’s no slow and steady pace as I pound into him.
"Fuck, yes! That's it!" he screams.
I speed up the tempo, the sounds of us smacking together echoing loudly. He starts hooting again, this time, it’s muffled by the pillows. His back arches as he tries to hump into me. I have to hold onto his hips to keep from slipping, ‘cause fuck, he’s soaking wet. It’s even leaking onto his thighs.
The pressure builds up again as he tightens around me. I can tell he’s close too, his voice all but trembling.
“Blitzø!”
He goes back to calling my name. And fuck , does that really get me going. I throw my head back, trying to focus on keeping the speed, but the stars nearly distract me instead. Just how powerful is he? Getting fucked senseless, but still keeps a large portal--to who knows where, open?
Just when I thought I couldn’t be more impressed, I look back down at him and see that his head is turned enough against the bed to watch me. With all four eyes.
I dig my claws into his sides as I thrust harder. “Yeah, that’s right, bitch. Eyes on me.”
He moans loudly, his body tensing up. Fuck, he’s so tight. The pressure is too much, so I wrap my arms around his waist as we cum together. All I can see is white, and I have no idea what he’s screaming. He collapses underneath me, his orgasm knocking him off his knees.
I follow, falling down on top of him.
Then we lay like that for a few moments, too sensitive to move. My hearing eventually returns, and I can make out him calling my name from beneath me.
“Yeah?” I weakly respond
“That was amazing,” he murmurs back with pure bliss in his voice.
“Yeah…”
It felt fantastic… I quietly admit as I push myself up and pull out. I settle down beside him as he rolls back over. Then he rubs at his wrists a bit, a soft smile on his face. Fuck, his cheeks are practically glowing.
I look away and back up at the sky, unsure what to say.
Stolas breaks the silence first. “I thought you’d like that,” he comments softly, indicating towards the portal.
“Yeah, it’s okay, I guess.”
But really, he wasn’t wrong...
He opens his mouth, then closes it, looking like he has something else he wants to say. There’s that look in his eye again… but I just. I don’t know.
It’s probably nothing.
After all, I’m just a fucking source of entertainment to him.
I shrug off the thought as he pulls the covers over us. He seems pretty content as he settles under the blanket. I lean my weight back into the comfort of the pillows, and right away, he clings to me. He nuzzles his face into my chest, but I relax and just let him be.
“Night, Blitzy~”
“Night,” I mumble back.
However, as he falls asleep, I’m still wide awake, staring up at that vibrant sky. He’ll probably close the portal by morning, but I let myself enjoy the sight a little while longer. Besides, it’s hard to sleep with someone practically on top of me.
It's not something I'm used to...
I look down at his sleeping face, his beak pressed onto my collarbone. His warm breath brushes against my skin lightly. Guess it’s not so bad, I think to myself. Glancing back up at the stars, I wrap my arms around him.
This is sort of nice.
Actually, I kinda wish this could last…
At the betraying thought, my heart skips a beat. Oh, no. Fucking, damn it. I’m not going to acknowledge it. I wasn't--
But I just did, didn’t I?
I totally fucking did.
Crap.
He’s a prince. But then again, I’m just his jester after all… and fuck me, I’ve fallen in deep.
Well, I’m too tired for this shit. It’s late, and I have a long day tomorrow at work. I’m comfortable, and he’s asleep. There’s no need to complicate things. I’ll just box these little feelings back up for now and deal with it later--if ever…