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The moon cast a silver glow over the quiet streets of the city, its light bouncing off the polished cobblestones and dancing in the puddles left by the recent rain. Stolas, the Great Prince of Hell, walked with a sense of purposelessness, his tail swishing behind him like a metronome keeping time to the rhythm of his thoughts. His horns gleamed in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the shadows that played across his face. The air had the scent of jasmine and regret; he missed Blitzo more than he cared to admit.
As he approached the couch in the expansive living room, the plush fabric seemed to whisper Blitzo's name, and Stolas couldn't help but remember the last time they'd been together. The vividness of the memory washed over him, a warm wave of longing and lust. He could almost feel the ghost of Blitzo's touch, the heat of his body pressed against his own. The silence of the house was deafening, a stark reminder of the emptiness in his heart. His thoughts grew darker, his hand drifting down to the zipper of his pants.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas walks through a moonlit city, feeling the ache of missing Blitzo. Upon reaching home, he's reminded of their last intimate moment, and the emptiness of the house echoes his emotional state. He sits on the couch, and the vivid memory of their time together leads his hand to his zipped pants.
With trembling fingers, Stolas unzipped his trousers, his erection straining against the confines of his underwear. He pulled out his cock, stroking it gently as he watched the recording play out before his eyes. The sight of Blitzo, dressed in the wedding gown, was almost too much to bear. He closed his eyes, imagining it was the real thing, not just a video. His hand moved with more urgency now, each stroke a silent plea for Blitzo's return. The recording played on, their laughter echoing through the empty room, a bittersweet soundtrack to his solitary desire.
In the video, Blitzo emerged from the bathroom, a vision of beauty in the ethereal white gown. The pearls around his horns and tail glinted with every shy movement, and his makeup was flawless, enhancing the softness of his features. Stolas' breath hitched in his throat as he watched himself approach Blitzo, unable to resist the allure of the demon dressed as a bride. They had danced around their feelings for so long, but in that moment, all pretenses fell away
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SUMMARY^1: Stolas, in the empty living room, watches a recording of a roleplay with Blitzo, where Blitzo is dressed as a bride. Overwhelmed by longing, he masturbates to the video, imagining it's real. The sight of Blitzo in the wedding dress is arousing, and their shared laughter is a painful reminder of lost intimacy.
Stolas reached out and traced a line from Blitzo's jaw to the neckline of the dress, his thumb lingering over the pulse point. He whispered sweet nothings, words that Blitzo had longed to hear, and with trembling hands, helped him out of the dress, revealing his firm body beneath. The air grew thick with passion as Stolas kissed Blitzo's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving behind a trail of love bites. Blitzo's breathing grew ragged, his eyes fluttering shut as he succumbed to the sensation.
Without a word, Stolas pushed Blitzo onto the bed, his own need overwhelming him. He pulled off the dress, his eyes devouring every inch of Blitzo's bare skin. His cock throbbed with desire, eager to claim what he believed was his. He spread Blitzo's legs and took in the sight before him, the pearl jewelry glinting in the candlelight. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of Blitzo's body, teasing his inner thighs and the sensitive spot just behind his knee. Blitzo's body arched off the bed, his hands tangling in the sheets as he moaned Stolas'
name.
SUMMARY^1: In the recorded roleplay, Stolas tenderly assists Blitzo out of the wedding dress, revealing his bare form. Their passion intensifies as Stolas showers Blitzo's neck with kisses and love bites. The scene escalates with Stolas eagerly exploring Blitzo's body with his mouth, eliciting moans of pleasure as he tastes him under the flickering candlelight.
Stolas couldn't take the anticipation anymore; he positioned himself between Blitzo's legs, his cock nudging against Blitzo's entrance. He watched as Blitzo's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and vulnerability shining within them. With a gentle push, he entered Blitzo, feeling the warmth and tightness that he had missed so much. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of passion and need.
Blitzo's legs wrapped around Stolas' waist, urging him deeper. Stolas groaned, his hips moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Blitzo's toes curl. His dick was massive, a weapon of pleasure that stretched and filled Blitzo in ways he never knew possible. It was both terrifying and exhilarating, and with every thrust, Stolas felt like he was claiming a piece of Blitzo's soul.
Stolas' hands were everywhere, caressing and exploring as if he couldn't get enough. He was gentle yet firm, a contradiction that made Blitzo's head spin. He knew Stolas had a reputation for being rough, but in this moment, he was a lover, tender and attentive. The size of his cock was a testament to his power and virility, a symbol of the passion that burned within him. Each stroke was a declaration of ownership, a silent promise that he would never let Blitzo go.
SUMMARY^1: The recording shows Stolas penetrating Blitzo, their intimacy reaching a crescendo. Blitzo's legs clutch around Stolas' waist, urging him deeper. Despite Stolas' reputation for roughness, he's gentle and attentive, treating Blitzo with a tenderness that suggests a deeper bond. The act feels like a claim on Blitzo's soul, a powerful expression of love and need.
SUMMARY^2: Stolas misses Blitzo and returns to an empty house, watching a roleplay recording of Blitzo dressed as a bride. He masturbates while watching, feeling the loss of their intimacy. The video shows a gentle, tender side of their relationship, with Stolas caring for Blitzo and expressing love beyond their usual dynamic.
Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, the slap of skin against skin the only sound in the room. Stolas' hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into Blitzo, who took it all, his eyes never leaving Stolas'. The expression on the prince's face was one of pure ecstasy, his pupils dilated with desire. It was as if he had been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it every night, and now that it was here, he was going to make it last.
Blitzo felt like he was being split in two, the pressure from Stolas' cock was immense, but it was a feeling he craved, a feeling that made him feel alive. His nails dug into the prince's back, leaving little half-moons of pain that only added to the pleasure. He was lost in the sensation, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that he had buried deep down. Every inch of him was on fire, his body begging for more, begging for Stolas to never stop.
Stolas' dick was like a battering ram, breaking down the walls that Blitzo had built around his heart. He had never felt so full, so claimed, so utterly and completely owned by another being. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, a heady mix that had him on the edge of sanity. He knew he should be afraid, that he should be running, but all he could do was hold on tighter and scream Stolas' name into the night.
SUMMARY^1: In the video, Stolas and Blitzo engage in an intense, passionate intercourse. Stolas' gentle yet powerful strokes elicit a profound emotional response from Blitzo, who feels claimed and owned. Despite fear and vulnerability, Blitzo surrenders completely to the moment, their shared ecstasy speaking volumes about their connection.
"Ah, Blitzo, you feel so good," Stolas groaned, his voice thick with lust. His hand snaked up to cup Blitzo's face, his thumb brushing against the tear that had escaped from the corner of his eye. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice a gentle whisper. Blitzo's eyes snapped open, and he stared into the abyss of Stolas' pupils, lost in the love and need that swirled within them.
The prince began to move faster, each thrust sending shockwaves through Blitzo's body. He felt like he was falling, plummeting into an abyss of pleasure that had no bottom. Stolas' wings unfurled behind him, casting a shadow over the bed and making the room feel smaller, more intimate. The candles flickered, their light playing over the sweat-slicked bodies of the two demons.
Blitzo's eyes darted around the room, looking for something to focus on, anything to keep him from the embarrassment of crying in front of Stolas. He didn't want to admit it, but he had always dreamed of this moment, of being loved and cherished by the demon he had come to care for. And now that it was here, he couldn't handle the intensity of the emotions that it brought with it.
SUMMARY^1: The passion escalates as Stolas commands Blitzo's gaze, their connection deepening. Stolas' wings unfold, creating a more intimate atmosphere as he thrusts more vigorously. Blitzo, overwhelmed, fights back tears of joy and vulnerability, revealing his long-held desire for true love and acceptance from Stolas.
With a trembling hand, Blitzo reached up and covered his eyes, the tears slipping through his fingers. Stolas' touch grew softer, more gentle, as if he could sense the turmoil within the demon dressed as a bride. He kissed the back of Blitzo's hand, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of his tears. "Don't hide from me," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against Blitzo's skin.
"But I look ridiculous," Blitzo managed to say between gasps of pleasure, his face burning with embarrassment. Stolas chuckled, the sound a deep rumble in his chest. "You've never looked more beautiful to me," he said, his voice earnest. "Your vulnerability, your trust, it's what makes this moment so perfect."
Blitzo slowly lowered his hand, his eyes meeting Stolas' intense gaze. The love and adoration in the prince's eyes was too much to handle, and Blitzo felt himself tearing up again. He didn't know what to say, so he just nodded, his body speaking for him. Stolas leaned in, capturing Blitzo's mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and gentle, their tongues dancing together as their hips moved in sync.
Their kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as Stolas' hand slid down to cup Blitzo's ass. He pulled him closer, their bodies becoming one as they moved together on the bed. The fabric of the wedding dress was bunched around them, a stark contrast to the raw passion they were sharing. Blitzo's hands found Stolas' horns, gripping them tightly as he pulled the prince closer, never wanting to let him go.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas' gentle reassurance helps Blitzo overcome his embarrassment, revealing the beauty of their trust. Their kiss intensifies, embodying their deep connection, and their passionate union continues with Stolas expressing his admiration for Blitzo's vulnerability. Blitzo's emotional response is palpable as they make love, their intimacy transcending the roleplay.
Breaking the kiss, Stolas whispered sweet nothings in Blitzo's ear, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "You're mine," he said, his voice a mix of love and possession. "Always have been, always will be." Blitzo whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as if to block out the truth he didn't want to face. He knew it was just a roleplay, a game they were playing, but he couldn't help but wish it was real.
Stolas took Blitzo's hand in his, guiding it down to his own cock, still buried deep inside the demon. "Feel how much I want you," he urged, his voice a soft growl. "Feel how much you're mine." Blitzo's eyes flew open in shock, and he stared up at Stolas, his hand frozen in mid-air. "But I'm not," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm just a demon, a plaything."
But Stolas would have none of that. He kissed Blitzo again, hard and demanding, his teeth nipping at his bottom lip. "You're so much more than that," he murmured against his mouth. "You're my everything." He pulled Blitzo's hand back to his chest, placing it over his heart. "Feel that? That's you, beating for you."
SUMMARY^1: Stolas declares his possessive love during their intimate moment, causing Blitzo to confront his fears of being just a plaything. Despite Blitzo's self-doubt, Stolas insists on their genuine connection, guiding his hand to his heart to emphasize their bond's authenticity and depth.
SUMMARY^2: The recorded roleplay shows a gentle and emotional side to Stolas, with both characters expressing deep love and connection during their intimate act. Blitzo's vulnerability brings them closer, and Stolas reassures him of their true bond.
Blitzo's eyes searched Stolas' face, looking for any sign of deceit, but all he found was a raw, naked need that mirrored his own. He couldn't help but believe him, if only for this one night. He closed his eyes, letting the wave of pleasure wash over him as Stolas picked up the pace again. The friction was delicious, a sweet agony that had him crying out in pleasure. Each thrust was like a declaration of love, a promise that Stolas would never let him go.
Stolas' hand found Blitzo's cock, stroking him in time with his movements. The sensation was overwhelming, and Blitzo felt his orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that he hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. He tried to hold it back, not wanting the moment to end, but Stolas' ministrations were too much. With a guttural cry, he came, spilling his seed onto the pristine white sheets. The prince's hand didn't falter, though, continuing to pump him through his climax.
As the tremors subsided, Blitzo felt a gentle kiss on his cheek, a tender gesture that was at odds with the feral need in Stolas' eyes. He opened his eyes, looking up at the prince with a mix of awe and fear. He had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but with Stolas, he felt safe. Stolas leaned in, his breath warm against Blitzo's ear. "You're mine," he whispered again, his voice a dark promise.
SUMMARY^1: Overwhelmed by Stolas' sincere affection, Blitzo surrenders to the pleasure, reaching climax. Despite his fears, he feels loved and protected, with Stolas reinforcing their bond through his gentle yet possessive actions and reassuring whispers.
Blitzo couldn't help but smile shyly, his cheeks flushing a deeper red. He had always known that Stolas had feelings for him, but to hear the prince say it out loud was more than he could handle. He tried to cover his eyes again, the embarrassment of his own desires too much to bear. But Stolas wasn't having it. He gently pried Blitzo's hands away, holding them above his head with one hand. "Don't hide from me," he said firmly.
Stolas leaned in, his gaze never leaving Blitzo's. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen," he whispered, his breath hot against the demon's ear. "And I don't just mean in this dress." He kissed Blitzo's neck, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin, sending shivers down his spine. "You're beautiful because of who you are, not what you're wearing."
Blitzo felt a warmth spread through him, his embarrassment giving way to a newfound confidence. He slowly lowered his hands, allowing Stolas to see his face, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability. "Really?" he murmured, his voice shaky.
Stolas nodded, his own eyes filled with a tenderness that Blitzo had never seen before. He leaned in and kissed him softly, his tongue tracing the outline of Blitzo's lips before delving deeper. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, and it made Blitzo's heart flutter in his chest. He wrapped his arms around Stolas' neck, pulling him closer, not wanting to ever let go.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo, touched by Stolas' sincere words, allows himself to be seen, revealing his own vulnerability. Stolas praises his beauty beyond the roleplay, leading to a tender kiss that showcases their growing love and acceptance of each other's true feelings.
As their kiss deepened, Stolas' hips began to move again, his cock still buried deep within Blitzo. The demon moaned into the prince's mouth, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming him. He didn't care about the dress or the makeup anymore; all that mattered was the connection they shared in that moment.
But as the reality of their situation began to seep in, Blitzo's hand drifted up to cover his eyes once more, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He couldn't bear the thought of Stolas seeing him like this, so exposed and vulnerable. It was all just a game, a roleplay, and he didn't want the prince to see the desperation in his eyes, the longing that went beyond the physical.
Stolas, however, was having none of it. He gently pried Blitzo's hand away, his own gaze filled with a fiery determination. "Look at me, Blitzo," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of need. "You're beautiful, and I want to see every inch of you." His eyes searched the demon's face, looking for any sign of resistance, but all he found was a deep sadness, a wound that hadn't yet healed.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas insists on maintaining eye contact, refusing to let Blitzo hide his vulnerability during their intimate moment. Despite Blitzo's self-consciousness, Stolas reaffirms his beauty, seeking a deeper emotional connection beyond the roleplay.
With a gentle touch, Stolas wiped the tears from Blitzo's cheeks, his thumbs lingering there for a moment. "You don't need to be embarrassed," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to Blitzo's frazzled nerves. "You're perfect just the way you are." He leaned in, his nose nuzzling against Blitzo's neck, his breath hot and sweet. The scent of jasmine filled the room, mixing with the heady scent of their passion.
In a swift movement, Stolas flipped Blitzo onto his stomach, his cock slipping out with a wet pop. Blitzo gasped, the sudden change in position making him feel even more exposed. The fabric of the wedding gown was pushed up, the pearl necklace now digging into the soft skin of his back. Stolas positioned himself behind the demon, his dick still hard and ready.
Without a moment's hesitation, Stolas entered Blitzo again, this time from behind. The angle was new, the sensation intense, and Blitzo couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips. His face was pressed into the pillow, the fabric muffling his moans. Each thrust was deeper, more primal, and the makeup that Stolas had so carefully applied began to smear, mixing with the sweat on his skin. The pearl necklace broke, the beads scattering across the bed, but neither of them noticed.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas reassures Blitzo of his beauty and flips him over for a new intimate position, increasing their passion and intensity. The wedding gown and necklace are damaged in the process, symbolizing the depth of their emotional connection surpassing the physical boundaries of their roleplay.
Blitzo's eyes squeezed shut as he felt Stolas' hands grip his hips, the prince's nails digging in, leaving little half-moons of red on his skin. The dress was a mess now, the fabric clinging to their bodies, soaked with sweat and the evidence of their passion. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was the feeling of Stolas' cock filling him up, the way the prince's body moved with an animalistic grace that left him breathless.
Stolas' hips slapped against Blitzo's ass with a wet sound that seemed to echo in the room. The demon's cheek was pressed into the pillow, muffling his cries of pleasure. His makeup had run down his face, leaving streaks of black and red on the white fabric. The pearls scattered on the bed, rolling away from the two entangled figures, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Stolas' wings enveloped them, blocking out the candlelight, casting a shadow over the bed that seemed to amplify the intensity of their union. His hands were tight on Blitzo's hips, guiding him back onto his cock with each thrust. Blitzo's fingers clutched the sheets, his nails digging in, leaving little half-moons on the fabric. His body moved in perfect sync with Stolas' rhythm, as if they had been doing this for an eternity.
SUMMARY^1: The intimacy escalates as Stolas takes control, the dress and necklace forgotten amidst the passion. Their movements become more intense, with Stolas' wings enveloping them, emphasizing their deepened connection. Blitzo surrenders fully, their bodies moving together in a timeless rhythm.
SUMMARY^2: Blitzo reaches climax in the roleplay, and Stolas' gentle reassurances lead to a heartfelt, intimate moment where they both express their true feelings. The wedding gown and necklace are damaged, symbolizing their deepened connection surpassing their roles. Their love-making becomes more intense, with Stolas' wings enveloping them, solidifying their bond.
Blitzo's makeup was a smudged mess, the mascara running down his cheeks in black rivers, the rouge smeared across his skin like war paint. His hair was a tangled mess, sticking to his forehead and neck. Yet, in the flickering candlelight, Stolas thought he had never looked more beautiful. The wedding gown was askew, the fabric hiked up around his waist, but the pearls scattered across the bed added a twisted elegance to the scene.
Stolas held onto Blitzo's hips, his grip tight enough to leave bruises as he pounded into him from behind. The demon's body jolted with each thrust, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the room. Blitzo's cries grew more desperate, his voice hoarse from the moans and whimpers that spilled from his lips. His eyes were screwed shut, his face a picture of pure ecstasy and agony as Stolas claimed him in the most primal of ways.
The room grew hotter, the candles casting a warm glow across their sweat-slicked bodies. The scent of their combined arousal mingled with the sweet smell of the candles, creating an intoxicating aroma that only served to drive Stolas wild. His thrusts grew more erratic, his need for release becoming unbearable. He knew he couldn't last much longer, the pressure building in his cock like a volcano about to erupt.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo's beauty remains intact despite the disheveled state of his makeup and wedding gown, enhancing the intimate scene. Stolas' passion grows more intense, his grip tightening on Blitzo as they reach the peak of their union. The room's ambiance is filled with the sounds of their lovemaking and the sweet scent of candles, heightening the eroticism.
"I'm going to cum," Stolas panted, his voice strained with effort. "Do you want me to pull out?" Blitzo's only response was a muffled moan, his face still buried in the pillow. Stolas took that as a no, and with a final, desperate push, he buried himself to the hilt, his seed spilling into the demon beneath him. The force of his orgasm caused him to shake, his wings flapping erratically before settling down once more.
For a moment, the only sound was their heavy breathing, their hearts beating in sync with each other's. Stolas leaned down, pressing his forehead against Blitzo's back. He could feel the demon's warmth, his muscles still trembling from the force of their love making. "You okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Blitzo nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yeah," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. "I just..." He didn't know what to say, his mind a jumble of emotions. Stolas pulled out gently, his cock slipping from Blitzo with a wet sound. He rolled over onto his side, his arm wrapping around the demon's waist. He pulled him close, holding him tightly.
They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined, the candles casting flickering shadows on the walls. Blitzo felt the prince's heartbeat, slow and steady, against his back. It was a comforting rhythm, one that he had grown to crave. He didn't want to move, didn't want the moment to end. But reality had a way of crashing back in, like a cold shower after a hot, passionate encounter.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas reaches climax, his concern for Blitzo evident as he checks on his well-being. Blitzo is overwhelmed by emotions, appreciating the intimacy of their shared moment, as they lay entwined in the afterglow, with only their hearts' beats and candlelight for company. The harsh reality slowly begins to seep back into their consciousness.
Stolas could feel the tension in Blitzo's body, the way his muscles tightened as if bracing for impact. He knew that their little roleplay had stirred up more than just desire. It had dredged up feelings that neither of them were ready to face, not yet. But he wasn't going to let that ruin the moment. He kissed the back of Blitzo's neck, his fangs gently scraping the skin. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity.
Blitzo's body relaxed slightly at the affectionate gesture. He turned his head to look at Stolas, his eyes searching the prince's face. "What for?" he asked, his voice hoarse from their passionate exchanges.
Stolas leaned in, his breath warm against Blitzo's ear. "For letting me in," he whispered. "For trusting me enough to share this with me." He brushed a strand of hair out of the demon's face, his eyes filled with a tenderness that was uncharacteristic of the usually stoic prince. Blitzo felt a lump form in his throat, the weight of their shared secret suddenly heavy on his chest.
They lay there for what felt like an eternity, their hearts beating in sync, the candles casting a warm glow across the room. The quiet was only broken by their soft breathing, the occasional crackle of the fireplace, and the distant sound of Stolas' phone, a stark reminder of the outside world that seemed so far away.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas shows his gratitude and tenderness towards Blitzo for participating in the roleplay and opening up. The intimacy of the moment is palpable, with the prince acknowledging the trust placed in him. The serene silence is only disrupted by the sound of their hearts and the distant buzz of reality.
Finally, Blitzo spoke, his voice shaky. "What happens now?" He didn't move from Stolas' embrace, afraid that if he did, the moment would shatter like the pearls scattered across the floor.
Stolas tightened his hold on the demon, his thumb stroking circles on the soft skin of his hip. "Now," he said, his voice gentle, "we rest." He didn't know what the future held for them, but for this one night, he wanted to hold onto the closeness they'd found.
Blitzo nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he snuggled closer. They lay there, their bodies sticky with sweat and lust, the fabric of the wedding gown clinging to their limbs. The candles continued to flicker, casting shadows that danced across the wall. Stolas felt a warmth in his chest that he hadn't felt in a long time, a warmth that was solely for Blitzo.
The silence stretched on, a gentle hum of contentment filling the room. Stolas' mind raced with thoughts of the future, of the possibility of this being more than just a fleeting moment. He didn't dare voice them, not yet. Instead, he focused on the here and now, the feeling of Blitzo's heart beating against his, their breaths mingling together.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo remains in Stolas' embrace, unsure of what comes next. Stolas reassures him with gentle words and actions, suggesting they rest together. The room is filled with a quiet contentment as they lay in the aftermath of their passion, the candles casting an intimate glow over their intertwined forms, with the prince's thoughts drifting towards a hopeful future.
SUMMARY^2: The passionate scene culminates in an intense climax, and the tender aftermath showcases their deepened emotional connection. Stolas is attentive to Blitzo's feelings, and the room is filled with a serene quiet as they lay together, hinting at a potential future where their love might be more than just a roleplay.
SUMMARY^3: In the quiet solitude of his house, Stolas finds comfort in watching a roleplay video of Blitzo dressed as a bride, which triggers his desire and regret. The intimate recording reveals a tender side of their relationship, where Stolas expresses love beyond their typical dynamics, and Blitzo's vulnerability brings them closer. Their passionate love-making, symbolized by the damaged wedding attire, suggests a deeper bond that transcends their roles. The serene aftermath hints at a future where their love could be genuine and accepted.
They lay entangled, the fabric of the wedding dress sticking to their skin like a second layer. Stolas' wings were still unfurled, casting a shadowy embrace around the bed. Blitzo's makeup had run, painting a picture of passion on the pillow, but Stolas thought he had never looked more beautiful. He leaned in and kissed the demon's cheek, his lips lingering. "You don't have to go anywhere," he whispered, his voice filled with a gentle reassurance.
Blitzo's eyes searched Stolas' face, looking for the truth in his words. He wanted so badly to believe that this could be more than just a game, that Stolas could love him for who he truly was. "What if..." he began, his voice trailing off.
"What if what?" Stolas prompted gently, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on the demon's hip.
Blitzo took a deep, shaky breath. "What if...what if your daughter finds out?" The words were barely a whisper, but they hung in the air like a leaden weight.
Stolas sighed, his expression tightening. "If she does, we'll deal with it," he said firmly. "But until then, this is between us." His hand slid down to cup Blitzo's ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Let's not let fear rule us tonight."
SUMMARY^1: Stolas reassures Blitzo they can stay together for now, admiring his beauty amidst the disheveled wedding gown. Blitzo's fear of being discovered by Stola's daughter is addressed, and Stolas promises to keep their secret, suggesting they not let fear dictate their actions for the night, hinting at a possible future together beyond their roleplay.
Blitzo nodded, his eyes closing once more as he leaned into the touch. He knew Stolas was right; they couldn't let their fears dictate their actions. They had to live for themselves, if only for a little while. He took a deep breath, the scent of their combined arousal still lingering in the air. "Okay," he murmured, his voice a mix of relief and anticipation.
Stolas pulled the demon closer, his wings wrapping around them like a cocoon. They lay there for a few moments longer, basking in the afterglow of their passion. But as the candles grew shorter, the reality of their situation began to seep back in. Blitzo couldn't shake the feeling that this was just a temporary reprieve from the chaos of their lives.
With a sigh, he sat up, the wedding dress pooling around him like a puddle of silk. He looked down at himself, the ruined makeup and rumpled fabric a stark contrast to the elegant figure he had cut earlier. Stolas watched him, his expression a mix of love and regret. He didn't want to let go of this moment, but he knew that it couldn't last forever.
"We should get cleaned up," Stolas said, his voice thick with reluctance. "We can't have you walking around looking like a... well, like that." He offered Blitzo a hand, helping him to his feet. The demon took it, feeling the warmth of the prince's skin against his own.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo accepts Stolas' reassurance, and they share a brief moment of peace. However, the reality of their situation weighs on them as the candles burn low. Blitzo sits up, acknowledging the need to return to normalcy despite feeling conflicted. Stolas offers to help him clean up, maintaining physical contact and expressing his care for Blitzo's well-being.
They made their way to the bathroom, the cold air of the hallway a stark contrast to the warmth of the bedroom. The floorboards creaked underfoot, echoing in the silence of the house. Stolas turned on the shower, the water hissing and steaming as it filled the room. He stepped in and held his hand out for Blitzo, who followed without a word.
The water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their roleplay. The makeup ran down the drain, swirling with the water, leaving behind the raw beauty of their true forms. Stolas took a washcloth and gently wiped the last traces of makeup from Blitzo's face, his eyes never leaving the demon's. Blitzo's gaze was downcast, his thoughts racing. He couldn't shake the fear that this was a mistake, that he was just a toy for the prince to play with when he was bored or lonely.
Stolas sensed the change in the atmosphere and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Blitzo's forehead. "You know I care for you, right?" he asked, his voice filled with earnestness. Blitzo nodded, but he couldn't find the words to respond. Stolas took the washcloth and began to scrub away the makeup from his own face, his expression pensive.
SUMMARY^1: They move to the bathroom, leaving the warmth of the bedroom for the cold reality outside. The intimacy continues as Stolas assists in cleaning Blitzo's makeup, revealing their true selves. Stolas attempts to reassure Blitzo of his feelings, but the demon remains silent, plagued by his fears of being used. The shower symbolizes a return to reality, yet their connection remains strong.
In the steamy shower, the tension between them was palpable. The water sluiced down their bodies, carrying with it the remnants of their passionate encounter. Stolas' hand paused for a moment before he spoke again. "We're more than just boss and employee, more than just... whatever people think we are." His voice was barely above a whisper, as if saying the words out loud would make them true.
Blitzo looked up, his eyes searching Stolas' face. He wanted to believe him, needed to believe him. "What are we then?" he asked, his voice hoarse from his earlier cries of pleasure.
Stolas took a deep breath, the steam from the shower billowing around them. "We're... complicated," he admitted. "But I don't want to lose you." He reached out, his hand cupping Blitzo's cheek. "I'm not ready to let you go."
Blitzo's eyes searched Stolas' for any sign of deceit, any hint that this was just another game. But all he saw was genuine concern and affection. He leaned into the touch, his heart racing. "Okay," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water. "But we have to be careful."
Stolas nodded solemnly. "I know," he said, his thumb stroking the demon's cheek. "But I want to explore this, to see where it goes." He leaned in, capturing Blitzo's mouth in a slow, tender kiss. Their tongues danced together, a silent promise of things to come.
SUMMARY^1: In the shower, Stolas expresses his true feelings, acknowledging their complex relationship. Despite the risks, he doesn't want to lose Blitzo. Blitzo, though still fearful, agrees to explore their relationship further. Their conversation culminates in a tender kiss, sealing their commitment to each other amidst the chaos of their lives.
SUMMARY^2: After their intimate roleplay, Stolas and Blitzo face the harsh reality of their situation. Despite fears of discovery and Blitzo's insecurity, they share a moment of peace and decide to keep their secret. Stolas helps clean Blitzo up, reinforcing his care and affection. Their connection remains strong as they discuss their feelings, leading to a heartfelt kiss that suggests a willingness to explore their relationship beyond the confines of their roles.
The water grew cold, a stark reminder of the outside world waiting for them. They reluctantly stepped out of the shower, the cold air hitting their damp skin like a slap in the face. Stolas grabbed a towel and began to dry off, his eyes lingering on Blitzo's form. The demon felt the weight of his gaze, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the shower.
They dressed in silence, the sound of fabric rustling the only noise in the room. Stolas helped Blitzo out of the torn wedding dress, his fingers tracing the bruises he had left on the demon's skin. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he murmured, his voice thick with regret.
Blitzo shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips. "It's okay, Stolas. I liked it." He took the towel from Stolas and began to dry himself off, his movements deliberate and slow. The bruises were already fading, but the memory of their passion remained.
Once dressed, they stepped out of the bathroom, the cold air of the house a stark contrast to the warmth they had shared. Stolas wrapped his arms around Blitzo from behind, his wings enveloping them both. "Let's go downstairs," he murmured, his breath warm against the demon's neck. "I'll make us something to eat."
SUMMARY^1: After their emotional conversation, they leave the warmth of the shower and face the cold reality. Stolas is remorseful for his roughness but finds comfort in Blitzo's acceptance. They get dressed, with Stolas caring for the bruises he inflicted. The story of their love is reflected in their tender interactions as they prepare to return to their shared world, hinting at a future filled with care and passion.
Blitzo nodded, his heart racing with the anticipation of what was to come. He followed Stolas to the bedroom, where the prince gently led him back to the bed. The candles had burned down to nubs, their light casting a soft, romantic glow across the disheveled sheets. Stolas reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small velvet box. With trembling hands, he opened it to reveal a simple, yet elegant ring.
"Blitzo," Stolas began, his voice filled with a vulnerability that made Blitzo's stomach flip. "This isn't much, but it's a promise to you. A promise that I'll do everything in my power to protect you, to keep you by my side." He took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Blitzo's finger, the metal cool against the demon's warm skin.
Blitzo looked down at the ring, his eyes wide with surprise. It was a simple band, adorned with a single diamond that sparkled in the candlelight. The symbolism of it all was not lost on him. "What does this mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Stolas took a deep breath, his grip on Blitzo's hand tightening. "It means that I'm not going anywhere," he said firmly. "It means that no matter what happens, I'm committed to you." His eyes searched the demon's, looking for any sign of doubt. "I know it's not a wedding band, but it's a promise, Blitzo. A promise that I'll fight for us."
SUMMARY^1: In the dim candlelight, Stolas gives Blitzo a ring, a symbol of his commitment. The simple but meaningful gesture shows his willingness to stand by Blitzo and protect him, despite their unorthodox relationship. The ring represents a promise of a future together, challenging the societal norms that seek to keep them apart.
The weight of the ring was a comfort to Blitzo, a physical reminder that he wasn't alone. He looked up at Stolas, his eyes filled with hope. "What if they find out?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Stolas squeezed his hand, the warmth from his touch seeping into Blitzo's very soul. "We'll face that when we come to it," he said, his voice firm. "But until then, let's just focus on us." He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the demon's forehead, his eyes shining with a determination that made Blitzo's heart flutter.
With a nod, Blitzo turned to face Stolas, the ring glinting on his finger. Stolas' eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering on the token of their newfound bond. He reached out, his hand caressing the demon's cheek. "Ride me," he whispered, his voice filled with a soft demand that sent a shiver down Blitzo's spine. He didn't need to say it twice; the demon eagerly straddled the prince's waist, his cock already hardening at the thought of being filled by his lover.
Stolas' hands slid down to Blitzo's hips, guiding him into position. The tip of his cock nudged at the demon's entrance, and with a gasp, he pushed inside. Blitzo's eyes rolled back in his head as he took in the sensation of being claimed so thoroughly. Stolas watched him, his eyes dark with lust and love as he began to thrust upward, his wings fluttering with every movement.
SUMMARY^1: Despite fears of discovery, Stolas gives Blitzo a ring, a symbol of their secret commitment to each other. The intimate moment is interrupted by a passionate embrace, leading to them making love once more, with Stolas claiming Blitzo as his own. This act reinforces their bond, showcasing a willingness to stand together against any challenges that might arise from their unconventional relationship.
SUMMARY^2: Stolas and Blitzo emerge from the shower into the cold reality, with Stolas showing care for Blitzo's bruises. Stolas gives Blitzo a ring as a symbol of their commitment, hinting at a future together despite societal norms. Their bond strengthens as they make love once more, reinforcing their willingness to face challenges together.
Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual dance, the candlelight flickering over their damp skin. The scent of their love-making still lingered in the air, mixing with the sweetness of the candle wax. Blitzo leaned forward, his hands on Stolas' chest, his nails digging in as he rode the prince with a passion that seemed to ignite with every stroke. The ring on his finger glinted in the light, a silent testament to the promise they had made to each other.
Stolas watched Blitzo with a fierce love, his eyes never leaving the demon's face as he moved beneath him. He could feel the tension in Blitzo's body, the way he held his breath with every thrust. And when the demon's orgasm hit, it was like a dam breaking. Blitzo screamed, his voice hoarse with emotion, and Stolas felt the warmth of his seed spilling onto his stomach. The sound was like music to his ears, a sweet symphony of pleasure and pain that resonated in his very soul.
Tears streamed down Blitzo's cheeks, a silent confession of the love and fear that warred within him. Stolas reached up, his thumbs brushing the wetness away as he kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together in a dance as old as time. He wanted to ease the demon's pain, to take away the fear that gnawed at him, but all he could do was show him, over and over again, how much he cared.
SUMMARY^1: Their intimate connection deepens as they continue to make love, the ring on Blitzo's finger a constant reminder of their secret promise. Stolas watches Blitzo with love and admiration, feeling the depth of his partner's passion and fear. The tender moment culminates in a powerful orgasm that releases Blitzo's emotions, and Stolas responds by kissing him deeply, silently reassuring him of his commitment and care.
Their rhythm grew erratic, driven by need and desire that was no longer bound by the confines of their roles. Stolas' wings flared, the feathers brushing against the wall, leaving a trail of white down that danced in the candlelight. The room was filled with the sounds of their love: the slap of skin, the grunt of exertion, the wetness of their union. It was raw, it was real, and it was everything Blitzo never knew he needed.
Blitzo's moans grew louder, echoing through the chamber like the sweetest of symphonies. Stolas felt his own climax building, the tension in his body tightening like a coil ready to snap. He reached up, his hands sliding over Blitzo's back to grip his shoulders. "Look at me," he growled, his voice filled with passion.
Blitzo's eyes snapped open, the pupils dilated with lust. He met Stolas' gaze, the intensity of it making his stomach flutter. The prince's wings tightened around them, the feathers tickling his skin as he rode Stolas with an abandon that was both thrilling and terrifying. "I'm close," he gasped, his voice strained.
Stolas' grip on Blitzo's hips grew more insistent, his own release just within reach. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a low, guttural growl. And with those words, Blitzo shattered, his moan echoing through the room as he came, the force of his orgasm making his vision blur. Stolas followed shortly after, his own release a powerful wave that crashed over him, leaving him trembling beneath the demon.
SUMMARY^1: Their love-making becomes more intense and personal, shedding the layers of their roles. Stolas' passionate commands and the tightening of their bond push Blitzo to new heights of pleasure. They climax together in a moment of pure intimacy, leaving them both trembling and vulnerable in the aftermath.
They lay there, panting and sated, their hearts pounding in sync. The candles had burned down to nothing but wax puddles, the room now bathed in the soft glow of the early morning light that seeped through the curtains. Blitzo's body was a map of their passion, marked with love bites and bruises, each one a reminder of the intensity of their union.
Stolas, feeling the insatiable need for more, gently turned Blitzo onto his stomach, his eyes raking over the demon's body with a hunger that had yet to be fully sated. He traced the curve of his spine with his finger, watching as the muscles quivered in response. With a soft growl of desire, he slid down the bed, his mouth watering at the sight of Blitzo's tight, round ass. He knew exactly what he wanted, what he needed. He needed to claim Blitzo in every way possible, to show him that he was more than just a fleeting desire.
Without a moment of hesitation, Stolas leaned in and licked a long, slow path from the base of Blitzo's spine to the crest of his ass. The demon gasped, his body tensing in surprise. The prince's tongue was hot and wet, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. He savored the taste of his lover, the sweetness of their mingled arousal still lingering on his skin. His hands slid over the soft flesh, caressing and spreading Blitzo's cheeks apart. The demon's breath hitched as Stolas' tongue dipped lower, teasing the tight ring of muscle.
SUMMARY^1: In the post-coital glow, Stolas' hunger for Blitzo persists, turning their love-making more intense and intimate. He explores Blitzo's body with a gentle dominance, focusing on his lover's pleasure and leaving a trail of marks that serve as a testament to their passion. The story of their love unfolds through their actions, revealing a deeper connection that transcends their roles and the boundaries of their world.
SUMMARY^2: The intimacy between Stolas and Blitzo reaches new heights, with Stolas' care and love for Blitzo evident in their love-making. The ring acts as a symbol of their secret bond, and their shared passion overpowers their fears and societal constraints. The intensity of their connection is marked by tender moments and passionate exchanges, culminating in a shared climax that leaves them both vulnerable and emotionally exposed.
SUMMARY^3: Stolas and Blitzo, after their intimate roleplay, confront the challenges of their secret love. Despite fears, they share a tender moment, reinforcing their feelings and deepening their bond. Stolas' care and affection are evident as they discuss their feelings and make love again, culminating in a shared climax that symbolizes their commitment to each other. A ring given by Stolas signifies their secret bond, hinting at a future together against societal norms.
"Relax, my love," Stolas murmured, his voice a warm caress against the sensitive skin. His tongue delved deeper, exploring and preparing Blitzo for what was to come. The demon's body quivered under the onslaught, his own cock, still half-hard from their earlier encounter, twitching with renewed interest. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and vulnerability that made him feel more alive than he had in years.
Blitzo's fingers curled into the sheets, his knuckles white with the effort of holding still. He wanted to push back, to meet Stolas' mouth with his own body, but the prince's firm grip on his hips kept him in place. The gentle pressure was a reminder that Stolas was in control, that he would take care of him. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel cherished and desired beyond measure.
Stolas' tongue worked its magic, swirling and dipping, pushing into the demon's entrance. Blitzo's moans grew louder, his body arching off the bed. The feeling of being so exposed, so utterly at the mercy of his lover, was intoxicating. He had never felt this way before, never allowed himself to be so vulnerable. But with Stolas, it was different. He trusted him, even when doubt whispered in his ear.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas continues to assert a gentle dominance, bringing Blitzo to new heights of pleasure through intimate exploration. Blitzo's vulnerability and trust in Stolas deepens, allowing them to connect beyond their typical roles. The scene is charged with a mix of passion and care, showcasing a side of their relationship that goes beyond mere desire.
The prince's touch grew more insistent, his tongue sliding in and out with purpose. Blitzo's body responded, his muscles relaxing as the pleasure grew. He felt the tip of Stolas' cock nudge against him, slick with desire. The prince was taking his time, making sure he was ready, making sure the demon knew that this was more than just lust. This was love, raw and unbridled, the kind that could change the very fabric of their lives.
With a final, lingering kiss to Blitzo's ass, Stolas pulled away, positioning himself behind the demon. He took a deep breath, his hand reaching for the lube they had left on the bedside table. The sound of the cap popping open was like a gunshot in the quiet room, and Blitzo felt his heart race in anticipation. The cool gel was slick against his skin as Stolas coated his cock, the anticipation building with every passing moment.
But as Stolas began to line himself up with Blitzo's entrance, the demon felt a sudden surge of panic. What if this was a mistake? What if someone found out? The fear was like a cold hand around his heart, squeezing until he couldn't breathe. Without thinking, he tried to crawl away, his limbs moving in a desperate attempt to escape the situation.
Stolas felt Blitzo's body tense beneath him and watched with concern as the demon tried to pull away. He reached out, his strong grip wrapping around Blitzo's slender hips, holding him in place. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "It's okay, I've got you."
SUMMARY^1: Stolas' tender and caring approach to lovemaking escalates, aiming to affirm their connection beyond physical pleasure. However, Blitzo is gripped by fear and doubt, reflecting on the potential consequences of their love. Stolas responds with calming reassurance, displaying his commitment to their shared intimacy.
Blitzo's breath came in ragged gasps as he stared at the floor, his eyes wide with fear. "We can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if someone finds out?"
Stolas' grip on his hips tightened, his thumbs pressing into the soft skin as he stilled Blitzo's movements. He knew the demon's fears were real, but he also knew that they had come too far to let fear dictate their actions. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice a low rumble of confidence. "But right now, all that matters is us."
Blitzo looked over his shoulder, his eyes searching Stolas' for any sign of doubt. What he found was a love so fierce it took his breath away. The prince leaned down, his nose brushing against the demon's neck as he whispered, "Trust me."
The words resonated through Blitzo, the fear slowly receding like a tide. He nodded, his body relaxing under the warmth of Stolas' touch. The prince's hands slid down to the base of his cock, guiding it back into position. With a gentle push, he began to enter, his eyes never leaving Blitzo's. The demon's breath hitched as the head of Stolas' cock breached him, the pain a sharp reminder of their reality. But the love in the prince's eyes was a balm, soothing the ache in his heart.
SUMMARY^1: Despite Blitzo's fear of exposure, Stolas reassures him with a promise to face any consequences together, emphasizing their bond's significance. Their intimacy resumes as Stolas enters him, their shared love overpowering their anxieties and reinforcing their decision to pursue their relationship regardless of external pressures.
Blitzo bit down hard on the pillow, muffling his scream as Stolas pushed in further. The fabric was rough against his teeth, the scent of fabric softener faint under the overwhelming scent of their arousal. His eyes squeezed shut, and he focused on the feeling of being filled, of being claimed by the one he loved. The pain grew, a crescendo of sensation that seemed to reach a peak before subsiding into something deeper, more profound.
Stolas stilled, giving Blitzo a moment to adjust to the intrusion. He knew that this was a big step for the demon, one that could not be rushed. His wings wrapped around them both, a cocoon of feathers that shielded them from the outside world. "I love you," he murmured, his breath hot against Blitzo's neck.
With a gulp of air, Blitzo nodded, his hands clutching the pillow tighter. "I love you too," he whispered, the words barely making it past the lump in his throat. He braced himself, his knuckles turning white against the fabric. "Okay," he said, his voice shaking. "More."
Stolas took his time, pushing in inch by inch. The demon's tight heat was like nothing he had ever felt before, a vice grip that made his eyes roll back in his head. "You're so perfect," he groaned, his hands moving to grip the pillow alongside Blitzo's. The demon's moan grew louder with every thrust, the sound of their bodies coming together a symphony that seemed to fill the room.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo endures the initial pain, finding comfort in Stolas' gentle approach and sincere declaration of love. Their bond deepens as they continue their intimate act, with Stolas respecting Blitzo's pace and expressing his love through careful, tender movements. The intensity of their passion manifests in their shared sounds of pleasure, affirming their desire for each other.
SUMMARY^2: In a passionate embrace, Stolas and Blitzo overcome fear and doubt with their deepening bond. Stolas' gentle dominance allows for a more intimate connection, as their love story transcends their roles. Despite Blitzo's vulnerability, Stolas reassures him, emphasizing their commitment to face any consequences together. Their love-making continues, with Stolas' tender approach bringing Blitzo comfort and reinforcing their bond, culminating in a powerful shared climax.
But then, it all changed. Blitzo's body went rigid, his eyes flying open. "Stolas," he whimpered, the pain in his voice unmistakable. "Stop, I can't take anymore."
Stolas's thrusts stilled immediately, his eyes wide with concern as he stared down at the demon beneath him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tight with worry.
Blitzo's chest heaved, his body trembling. "It's just too much," he choked out, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I know you wanted to..." He couldn't finish the sentence, the pain making his throat tight.
Stolas's expression softened, the lust in his eyes replaced by a deep concern. "Shh," he murmured, his hands gentle on Blitzo's hips. "We don't have to do this if it hurts." He slowly began to pull out, his cock slipping from the demon's tight grip with a wet pop. The concern in his voice was genuine, and Blitzo felt a swell of love for the prince that was so strong it was almost overwhelming.
But as the head of Stolas's cock slipped free, something within Blitzo shifted. The pain had been intense, but the sudden absence of the pressure made him feel... empty. He didn't want Stolas to stop. He wanted this, needed it, craved the feeling of being filled by the man he loved. "No," he whispered, his voice shaky. "Don't stop."
Stolas paused, his eyes searching Blitzo's face for any hint of doubt. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern. "I don't want to hurt you."
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo initially feels overwhelmed by the pain but is comforted by Stolas' care and consideration. Despite his initial protest, Blitzo's love for Stolas overpowers his discomfort, and he expresses his desire to continue their intimate act. Stolas remains attentive and cautious, ensuring Blitzo's consent and well-being are his priority.
Blitzo nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yes," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Your dick hurts me now, but I need this. I need you."
Stolas's gaze searched Blitzo's face, looking for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leaned in, his forehead resting against the demon's. "Okay," he breathed. "But if you need me to stop, you tell me."
With that, Stolas pushed back in, slower this time, giving Blitzo's body a chance to adjust. The demon's nails dug into his back, leaving little half-moons of pain in their wake, but the prince didn't care. All that mattered was making this perfect for Blitzo, for showing him that he was loved and desired beyond all measure.
Blitzo's eyes squeezed shut as the prince moved within him, the pain giving way to a deeper, more profound sense of fullness. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge, the pleasure building like a storm within him. He felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but in Stolas' arms, it didn't feel scary. It felt...right.
The demon's nails raked down Stolas' back, leaving a trail of red in their wake. The prince's wings tightened around them, the feathers brushing against the wall with every thrust. His hips moved with a steady, sure rhythm, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through Blitzo's body.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo confirms his desire to continue despite the pain, and Stolas respectfully obliges with gentleness, focusing on Blitzo's comfort and consent. The intimacy of the moment deepens, with Blitzo feeling right and loved in Stolas' embrace, his vulnerability enhancing the intensity of their shared pleasure.
Tears leaked from the corners of Blitzo's eyes, tracing a salty path down his cheeks to dampen the pillow beneath. He was so close, so very close to the edge. Stolas' cock filled him completely, the friction setting his nerves alight. The demon's cries grew more desperate, his breath hitching in his chest. "Stolas," he gasped, his voice a ragged plea.
The prince felt the tightness in Blitzo's body, the way his muscles clamped down around his shaft. He knew the demon was close, could feel the tremors of his impending release. His own body was coiled like a spring, ready to snap at any moment. "I'm here," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I've got you, love."
Blitzo's nails dug deeper into Stolas' back, leaving trails of red that stood out against his pale skin. The pain only served to heighten his pleasure, making it that much more intense. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice a desperate gasp. "I'm going to come all over your cock."
Stolas groaned, the pressure in his own body building to a crescendo. He could feel his orgasm approaching, the base of his cock tingling with the promise of release. He leaned in, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of Blitzo's shoulder as he sped up his thrusts. The demon's cries grew louder, more frantic, as he approached the precipice.
SUMMARY^1: Blitzo's passionate response and the intensity of their connection lead both of them closer to climax. Stolas remains reassuring, providing comfort and reinforcing his presence, while the pain from Blitzo's nails serves to intensify the pleasure for Stolas. The story reaches a peak of emotional and physical intimacy as they anticipate their shared release.
With one final, powerful push, Stolas reached his peak, his seed spilling into Blitzo with a force that made the demon's body convulse beneath him. Blitzo's own climax hit like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing between his legs as he painted the bed with his release. His nails raked down Stolas' back, leaving a bloody mess, but the prince didn't flinch. Instead, he held Blitzo tighter, his wings wrapping around them like a warm, feathery blanket.
Blitzo's sobs grew louder as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to roll through him. Stolas' cock was still inside him, the prince's gentle thrusts now replaced by gentle strokes that seemed to soothe the demon's trembling form. The pain was still there, but it was overshadowed by the love that filled every inch of his being. He buried his face in the crook of Stolas' neck, his tears mixing with the prince's sweat as he clung to him for dear life.
Stolas kissed the top of Blitzo's head, his own breathing ragged and uneven. He could feel the demon's heart hammering against his chest, a testament to the intensity of their love. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another being. The warmth of their shared release slowly began to dissipate, leaving them both panting and spent.
SUMMARY^1: Stolas and Blitzo reach their climax, their bodies intertwined in a mess of passion and pain. Despite the intense physicality of their love-making, it is the emotional connection that resonates, leaving them both feeling alive and cherished. The aftermath is tender, with Stolas continuing to offer comfort and care as they both come down from the peak of their shared ecstasy.
SUMMARY^2: Overcoming pain and doubt, Blitzo's love for Stolas prevails, and they continue their intimate act with Stolas prioritizing his partner's comfort. Their bond deepens as Blitzo finds solace in Stolas' gentle care, and their passion leads them to an intense climax. The emotional intimacy of the moment surpasses the physical, leaving them feeling alive and cherished in each other's embrace.
Gently, Stolas pulled out, his cock sliding from Blitzo's body with a soft squelch. He reached for a towel, wiping them both clean before curling around the demon, his wings enveloping them both. The softness of the feathers was like a warm embrace, a stark contrast to the coldness of the world outside their bubble. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Blitzo nodded, his eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was... intense."
Stolas couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with love and pride. He had made sure to be gentle, despite his own desperate need to claim Blitzo completely. The demon was everything to him, and he would move mountains to ensure his happiness. "Was it good for you?" he asked, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room.
Blitzo nodded, his cheeks flushed and his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. "It was...amazing," he managed, his voice hoarse. "But...it's not over, is it?"
Stolas' smile grew, a gentle warmth lighting up his eyes as he leaned down to kiss the demon's forehead. "No, it's not," he assured, his voice a soft rumble of comfort. "I love you, Blitzo, and I'm not going anywhere."
SUMMARY^1: In the aftermath of their love-making, Stolas shows tenderness and care for Blitzo, ensuring he is okay and cleaning them both. Blitzo confirms his enjoyment, though the intensity of the experience leaves him emotionally raw. Stolas' gentle inquiry and reassurance of his love underscores the depth of their bond, hinting that their connection is more than just physical. The scene ends with a promise of enduring love, providing a sense of security and belonging for Blitzo.
Their bodies remained entwined, the sticky warmth of their passion a stark reminder of their union. Stolas reached for the ring on Blitzo's finger, the symbol of their secret pact. He slid it off gently, the metal feeling cool against his skin. "This isn't just a game anymore," he murmured, placing it back on the demon's finger with a gentle kiss. "We're in this together."
With trembling hands, Stolas reached into his nightstand, his eyes never leaving Blitzo's. His heart raced as he pulled out a velvet box, the corners worn from years of contemplation. Inside, nestled on a bed of black satin, was a ring that gleamed in the candlelight. It was a simple band of white gold, a single diamond at its center shimmering like a star in the darkness. "Marry me," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion as he held the ring up. "Be my bride, Blitzo."
The demon's eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He stared at the ring, the reality of Stolas' words sinking in slowly. It was no longer just a roleplay, a fleeting moment of shared passion. This was a declaration, a promise that transcended the boundaries of their world.
"St-Stolas," Blitzo stuttered, his voice thick with emotion. "You... you can't mean that."
Stolas took the demon's hand in his, his eyes never wavering from Blitzo's. "I do," he said firmly. "I've never been more certain of anything in my life. I want to spend the rest of my days with you, as your husband."
SUMMARY^1: Stolas takes the symbolic ring from Blitzo, emphasizing the seriousness of their bond. He then presents a white gold engagement ring with a single diamond, proposing to Blitzo with a declaration of love and commitment. Blitzo is overwhelmed by the sincerity of Stolas' proposal, which marks a significant shift in their relationship from a secret affair to a genuine intention to marry. The candlelit setting underscores the gravity of Stolas' words, leaving Blitzo to contemplate the profound implications of this new chapter.
The room was so quiet that the crackling of the candles seemed to echo through the air. Blitzo's heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest, a mix of shock and elation making him feel dizzy. He had never thought that someone like Stolas would love him for who he truly was, let alone want to marry him. "But...what about your family?" he whispered, the fear creeping back in. "They'll never accept me."
Stolas squeezed his hand reassuringly. "To hell with them," he said with surprising vehemence. "You are my family now, Blitzo. And I will fight for you until my dying breath if that's what it takes."
Blitzo's eyes filled with tears at the prince's passionate words. He had never felt so seen, so understood. For a moment, the fear was gone, replaced by a warmth that spread through his entire being. He looked down at their entwined hands, the ring glinting in the candlelight. It was a simple band, but it held the weight of the world in its simplicity. "Yes," he breathed, the word barely audible. "Yes, I'll marry you."
The smile that lit up Stolas's face was blinding, a beacon of pure happiness that seemed to chase away the shadows in the room. He leaned in, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was gentle yet filled with the promise of a future together. Blitzo's heart swelled, the ring feeling heavier on his finger as he kissed Stolas back with everything he had.
"Make me pregnant," Blitzo whispered against the prince's lips, a hint of playfulness in his voice despite the seriousness of his request. Stolas pulled back, his eyes searching Blitzo's for any sign of doubt.
The demon met his gaze with a fierce determination, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "But be gentle," he added, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down Stolas' spine. "My ass still hurts."
The prince chuckled, the sound a low, warm rumble that vibrated through the air. "Of course, my love," he promised, his eyes never leaving Blitzo's. "But we have to be careful." He reached down, stroking the demon's cheek with a tenderness that was surprisingly gentle for someone who had just claimed him so fiercely. "We don't know how this will work between our species."
Blitzo nodded, his smile growing as Stolas leaned in for another kiss. This time, it was slower, more deliberate, as if they were both savoring the moment. When they finally pulled apart, the demon's eyes searched the prince's, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was love, a love that was so intense it was almost blinding.
Stolas reached down between them, his hand wrapping around Blitzo's still-hard cock. "Let's do this," he murmured, his voice filled with excitement. He leaned back, his wings folding around them once more, creating a warm, feathery cocoon. The demon watched as Stolas positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against Blitzo's hole.
With a gentle push, the prince began to enter him again, his eyes never leaving the demon's. The pain was there, but it was overshadowed by the love in Stolas' gaze. Blitzo's nails dug into the bedsheets, his breath coming in short gasps as Stolas inched his way in. It was a dance of pleasure and pain, a beautiful symphony of love that played out between the two of them.
Stolas' movements grew more urgent as he filled Blitzo completely, the demon's cries growing more desperate as he reached for something he had never dared to hope for. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them both. The room was filled with the sounds of their love, the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of Stolas' cock sliding in and out of Blitzo's body, and the sweet, desperate cries that fell from their lips.
Blitzo felt his body begin to tighten, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. He could feel Stolas' cock pulsing inside him, the prince's own orgasm imminent. "Please," he begged, his voice raw. "Please, Stolas, I want your baby."
Stolas groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to maintain control. He knew the risks, the impossibilities, but in that moment, all he could think of was the love he had for this demon. He leaned down, whispering into Blitzo's ear, "Fuck, I love you," his voice a desperate plea.
Blitzo's body tensed at the prince's words, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt Stolas' love envelop him like a warm embrace. The pain was still there, but it was nothing compared to the emotional connection they were sharing. "I love you too," he breathed, his voice trembling with passion and emotion.
Their eyes met once again, and in that moment, they both knew that they were ready to take this leap of faith together. Stolas began to thrust with more purpose, his movements becoming more deliberate as he aimed for the spot that would bring them both to the edge. Blitzo's nails dug into Stolas' back, leaving a trail of crimson in their wake as he matched the prince's rhythm with his own hips, eager to feel the warmth of the prince's release deep inside him.
The pressure grew, and with each powerful stroke, Blitzo could feel the beginnings of pain shooting through his body. But he didn't care. This was what he wanted, what he needed. The pleasure was worth the pain, and he would endure it all for Stolas. His hips bucked up to meet the prince, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room.
But then something snapped. A sharp, excruciating pain shot through Blitzo's body, and he screamed, his eyes flying open. Stolas froze, his own orgasm forgotten as he stared down at the demon in horror. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice thick with concern.
"My...my hip," Blitzo managed, his face contorted with pain. "It...it hurts."
Stolas' eyes went wide with horror as he realized what had happened. He had been so lost in their love, so consumed by his own desire, that he had hurt Blitzo. He gently pulled out, his cock slipping from the demon's body with an audible pop. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know."
Blitzo's breathing was shallow, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ride out the pain. "It's okay," he forced out, his voice strained. "Just... just finish."
Stolas nodded, his own desire overwhelming his guilt. He leaned down, pressing their foreheads together as he pushed back into Blitzo with renewed vigor. "First, let me cum," he whispered, his voice ragged with passion. "Then I'll help you through it."
The demon nodded, his eyes never leaving Stolas' as the prince's movements grew faster, more insistent. The pain in his hip was a constant throb, but the pleasure that accompanied it was too intense to ignore. He could feel Stolas' cock swelling inside him, the prince's breath hot against his skin as he chased his own release. "I'm almost there," Stolas groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. "Almost... there..."
Blitzo's own climax was building, his prostate begging for relief. He wrapped his legs around the prince's waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. "Come for me," he panted. "Come inside me, Stolas."
The prince's eyes flew open at the words, and with one final, powerful thrust, he did just that. His orgasm hit like a meteor, his seed filling the demon to the brim. He felt the warmth spread through Blitzo's body, and for a moment, it was as if the two of them were one.
Stolas leaned down, kissing Blitzo tenderly as he stilled within him. "Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with concern.
Blitzo nodded, though the pain in his hip was still present. "I'm... I'm fine," he lied, not wanting to dampen the moment.
Stolas pulled out gently, his cock leaving Blitzo's body with a soft pop. He looked at the demon with a mix of love and concern, his cum leaking out of him and staining the wedding dress. "Are you sure?"
Blitzo bit his lip, his hand pressing against his injured hip. "Yeah," he said, though the pain was clearly etched on his face. "It was... worth it."
Stolas searched his eyes, his own concern growing. "Let me see," he insisted, his gentle touch moving to Blitzo's side. The demon hissed as the prince's fingers found the tender spot, confirming his suspicion. "We need to get this looked at," he said, his voice filled with worry.
Blitzo nodded, his face a mask of pain. "It's okay," he managed, though his voice was tight. "It's just a bruise."
Stolas, however, wasn't convinced. He helped Blitzo into a more comfortable position before gently cleaning him up, his heart racing at the sight of his lover in pain. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice low and filled with regret. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Blitzo's whines grew louder as he felt Stolas' tender touch against his bruised skin. "It's okay," he managed to say through gritted teeth. "It's just... it's just a bruise."
But the prince was having none of it. His expression was a mix of love and concern as he held Blitzo close, his wings wrapping around them like a warm blanket. "We should get some ice," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble of care. "It'll help with the swelling."
Blitzo nodded, his face buried in Stolas' neck. The pain was still intense, but the warmth of the prince's embrace made it bearable. They carefully maneuvered off the bed, the cold floor sending a shiver down the demon's spine. Stolas' gentle touch was like a balm to his soul, easing the ache in his body and his heart.
As they made their way to the kitchen, Blitzo's mind was racing. He had felt Stolas' love inside him, but the question lingered. "Do you think... I mean, is it possible?" He stuttered, his voice muffled against Stolas' skin. "Could I be... pregnant?"
Stolas froze in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat. The thought had occurred to him, but he had pushed it aside in the heat of the moment. Now, with Blitzo's voice trembling with hope, it was all he could think about. He pulled back, looking into the demon's eyes. "It's possible," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "But we'll have to wait and see. These things take time."
They made their way to the kitchen, Stolas' mind racing with the implications of Blitzo's words. He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer, wrapping it in a towel before handing it to Blitzo. "Here," he said gently, watching as the demon carefully placed it on his injured hip. "This will help with the swelling."
Blitzo hissed as the coldness met his skin, but after a moment, he sighed in relief. "Thank you," he murmured, leaning into Stolas' embrace.
The prince led them back to the bedroom, carefully helping Blitzo onto the bed. He lay down beside the demon, pulling him close and wrapping his wings around him. The candles had burned low, casting a warm glow across the room. Stolas kissed the top of Blitzo's head, his heart racing with excitement and fear. "I'm here," he whispered. "We'll figure this out together."
The demon leaned into him, his breaths shallow and pained. "I know," he murmured. "Thank you for loving me."
Stolas held him tighter, his heart swelling with affection. "Always," he promised. "I will always love you, Blitzo."