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Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Summary:

CW Brief mentions of past abuse and monster fucking

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“Can I ask a question?” 

 

“Of course.”

 

The two were sitting on Stolas’ bed, which now didn’t seem so overly large with Stolas’ long bird legs stretched across it. Blitz was sitting in his lap, using his soft feathered chest as a pillow as his hair was gently stroked, Stolas taking great care not to scratch him with his sharp talons. He tilted his head up to look into Stolas’ soft glowing eyes. 

 

“You said…in that dream I had, where I saw you like this, that I ‘crossed over’? What did you mean?”

 

“Oh, I believe I may have accidentally summoned you to me whilst scrying.”

 

Blitz blinked. “The fuck does that mean?”

 

“I was seeking prospective guidance after our first meeting.” Stolas looked away sheepishly. “To see…well, if I were a target for you.”

 

Blitz loved the man…bird? Whatever; but God, sometimes he wished Stolas could speak a little more plainly. After processing the words for a moment he sat up with a pout at the implications. “Wait…are you telling me you can see the fucking future?”

 

Stolas let out a soft titter and booped Blitz’s nose with a midnight talon, pulling away quickly as Blitz went to bite at it playfully. “In a manner of speaking. In Hell, my powers were meant to be used to interpret prophecies based on the stars. The future is rarely certain though and the stars only show possible outcomes.”

 

“The stars?” Blitz raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I can believe Hell is real and you’re a sexy demon prince or whatever but there’s no fucking way you’re convincing me there’s any truth to astrology. Drawing the line there.”

 

“Don’t be so closed minded darling. The stars offer an unbelievable wealth of knowledge!”

 

“Uh huh, well, I’m guessing they didn’t let you in on this as a possibility so how smart could they really be?”

 

Stolas smiled and tilted his head. “Well, to be fair to the stars I was interrupted.”

 

Blitz stuck his tongue out and warmed as Stolas giggled. “Okay, well how does that work? Reading the stars or whatever?”

 

Stolas hummed. “I suppose…I could show you if you’d like?”

 

Blitz’s eyes went wide with curiosity and he nodded excitedly. “Hell yeah!”

 

He jumped down from the bed and Stolas followed, holding out his clawed hand for Blitz to take which he did without hesitation. Stolas led Blitz out of his bedroom and down the hall to his office. When he pushed open the door, the two walked past his writing desk and the rows of tall bookshelves to the door that had always remained locked. Stolas raised his free hand and Blitz watched in awe as that beautiful purple magic glow flickered around his sharp fingers. The sigil carved into the knob glowed in kind and the door swung open.

 

They stepped over the threshold into pitch darkness, just as Blitz remembered from his dream. He couldn’t see any type of floor but white lights rippled from their steps as though they walked across water and he glanced over his shoulder to watch the light of Stolas’ office fade away into the distance. 

 

“Woah. What is this place?”

 

“It is…very difficult to explain. Think of it as a type of pocket dimension, the entryway in my home is a portal I keep enchanted to consult the stars whenever I find the need.” 

 

“Wild…” Blitz looked up as Stolas waved his hand, summoning the twinkling little lights to fly to them and spin overhead. He tilted his head as he watched the stars dance around each other. “Does this really mean something to you? I mean, it’s pretty and everything but…”

 

“Hm…I can’t quite bestow the same power my sight holds but perhaps I can make it a little more clear for you.” Stolas’ fingers twitched and between the stars, glowing lines sprouted between them, connecting the dots to create three distinct figures lined in red, purple, and green light. “Do you see?”

 

Blitz turned his head the other way as two of the figures, purple and green, embraced and swung each other around before reaching out for the third in red. “Kinda?” 

 

“The red figure is you. The other two are a man and a woman, a couple I’ve seen you with before.”

 

Blitz smiled. “Millie and Moxxie.” 

 

“Your coworkers?”

 

He nodded. “Yeah. My friends.”

 

Stolas smiled as well. “They care very much about you.” They watched as the red figure was pulled in and embraced by the other two.

 

“Is this showing me there’s a future where they’re finally down for a threeway? Cause I’m gonna be pissed if they’re finally open to it only after I met you when they’ve turned me down a thousand fucking times already.” 

 

A soft chuckle came from Stolas and Blitz didn’t bother correcting that that was only kind of a joke. “No darling, they’ve been very worried about you. You seem to struggle opening up to them but it’s showing acceptance. I can’t say what about, however.” 

 

“Yikes,” Blitz laughed awkwardly. “Didn’t realize I was signing up for a therapy session.” 

 

“My apologies, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.” Stolas waved and the stars flew away freely. “I do hope you’ll keep it in mind though, they seem like very trustworthy, good people to have in your life.” 

 

“Right…so, uh, does this magic room do other stuff too?” Blitz released Stolas’ hand and turned slowly, looking up curiously at the blinking lights as he tried to change the subject. 

 

Mercifully, Stolas let out an excited chirp. “Oh, absolutely.” 

 

Blitz felt electricity fill the air as the black void began to glow in the purple and blues of Stolas’ magic. He looked around curiously as stars fell away from the sky. The walls of a grand hall slowly emerged from the void around them. 

 

“Woah.” Blitz spun around as he watched the room sprout into existence. A glittering crystal chandelier grew from the ceiling and several framed portraits decorated the walls. He caught sight of a tall window nearby that led out into a red skied city, a pentagram hanging in the clouds in place of a sun. “Wait…are we in Hell?”

 

“Not really. It’s a simple illusion. I haven’t been back to Hell in…well, it’s been a few hundred years now. This is my memory of my old home in the Pride ring.”

 

“A few hundred? Christ on a stick, you gotta let me in on your skin care routine.” Blitz walked around the grand room, taking in the absolutely absurd amount of finery fitting of a palace. He stopped in front of the portraits, finding beautiful paintings of Stolas throughout his life as a demon from a large egg, to a round adorable kid, all the way to a proper prince dressed in full regalia complete with a jeweled crown. 

 

“Why’s this empty?” He pointed at a frame that held no painting. 

 

“It held the portrait of my wife and I on our wedding day.” Stolas explained sadly. “It’s a memory I’ve been very happy to let fade away. I hardly even recall what she looks like now.”

 

Blitz walked to his side and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Is that…why you left? Can’t imagine what else could have convinced you to give all of this up.”

 

Stolas nodded solemnly. “Yes. We were married with the intent to produce an heir despite…well, my lack of attraction to women in general. When we struggled to conceive an egg, her brash behavior got worse and worse until I was living every moment in fear.” His voice came out as a hushed whisper and his free arm wrapped protectively around himself. “She seemed to relish in her cruelty…I couldn’t imagine living an eternity that way. After a particularly…rough coupling…I packed away enough treasures to fund my first life and came to Earth. I have to shed my disguise every few decades and start over but that is far more favorable than the alternative.” 

 

Blitz wasn’t sure how to kill a demon–if he even could–but if that bitch or any one else ever came for Stolas, he would make sure they wished they were dead. How could anyone treat such a gentle creature that way? 

 

It brought back his own memories of watching his mother protect him and Barbie from their father when they were far too small to defend themselves but he quickly shook the thought away and wrapped his arms around Stolas’ narrow waist to hold him tightly. 

 

“Well, I’m glad you got away.” He mumbled into the soft fabric covering Stolas’ stomach. Stolas crouched down to gratefully return the embrace and sighed contently.

 

“Thank you. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to have met you, Blitz.”

 

“Well, it probably helps that you live for fucking ever apparently.” He joked then turned his face to snuff Stolas’ floral scent from his chest feathers and was lightly jostled as Stolas laughed. “Got another question.”

 

“My, we’re curious today.” Stolas teased. “Go ahead.”

 

“Can I…can I see the other form? The big shadowy thing?” He felt Stolas go stiff in his hold and pulled away just enough to look up at his face. His beak was digging into his lower lip as he frowned and looked away nervously.

 

Blitz tilted his head to the side and offered Stolas a little smile. “You don’t have to. Ya know, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

 

“I just…” Stolas hesitated, turning back to look down at Blitz sadly. “Even if you’re able to accept me this way…I’m not sure you’ll still be able to look at me the same way after you’ve seen that. It is truly monstrous.”

 

“You’ll still be you though, right?” When Stolas nodded, Blitz gave him a nonchalant shrug. “That’s all that matters.”

 

Stolas gave him a shy smile before looking back towards the room. “If you’re sure…I should have plenty of space here.” He pressed a kiss to Blitz’s cheek before stepping out of the embrace and waved his hand to push all the room’s furniture towards the walls.

 

Blitz stepped back and watched as small plumes of black smoke began to rise from Stolas’ skin. He closed his eyes and was enveloped completely in a black shadow. His shaded figure began to grow, the dark shadows spilled out and began to darken the room the two stood in. Blitz felt frozen to the spot as he watched Stolas’ towering figure float into the air above him and with a rustle of feathers and strong wind he spread his wings open to reveal a creature that looked straight from a nightmare.

 

Stolas’ wings, replacing the long, slender arms he had as a human, were covered in pitch black feathers. Beneath them there was a red, undulating glow as though there was molten lava where his blood should be. Blitz looked up into his face in wonder and was met with six crimson glowing eyes that looked down at him past a sharp beak. This form didn’t appear completely solid, the smokey edges of Stolas’ body seemed undefined. His wing span took up most of the large room and whilst hovering only a few inches above the ground, his head nearly brushed the ceiling.

 

The elongated shadows around the room seemed connected to him, smoothly following him across the walls and floors of the room as Stolas glided down towards Blitz. His sharp talons scraped and dug into the floor as he landed. His back curved unnaturally to allow him to lower his face to Blitz’s. Blitz brought his hand up to Stolas’ face. Much like in his smaller demonic form, his hand was met with the soft sensation of fluffy feathers despite having the smooth appearance of a shadowed silhouette.  

 

His brain couldn’t quite comprehend what exactly he was looking at. All he knew was it was Stolas.

 

Stolas’ beak opened, revealing a maw full of several rows of razor sharp teeth. His mouth didn’t move as he spoke and the words seemed to echo inside of Blitz’s head. Stolas' soft voice was hidden under a cacophony of others in a wide range from deep bass to a shrill shriek. “I told you, I’m a monster, Blitz.”

 

“You’re beautiful.” He said easily. A hooting laugh echoed all around and Blitz smiled, stroking the fluffy cheek beneath his hand. “I haven’t changed my mind. I’m not afraid of you.”

 

He leaned forward to press his forehead between Stolas’ multiple sets of eyes as his hands roamed to run as far up Stolas’ wings as they could reach. Stolas’ shadowy form trembled, the edges blurring. 

 

“It feels quite strange…” Stolas' booming voice echoed. “I’ve never allowed anyone to touch me in this form.”

 

A small laugh slipped from Blitz’s lips. “Ain’t I special.”

 

“You are.” Stolas agreed simply.

 

“Hey, if I kiss you are you gonna, like accidentally suck out my soul or something?”

 

The red glow beneath his feathers brightened. “No darling. Though I don’t know if that’s a good idea. This form is not intended for such gentle things, I don’t want to hurt you.”

 

Blitz placed his hands on either side of Stolas’ shadowy face and tilted it to the side. He pressed the pad of his thumb to Stolas’ beak gently to test how sharp it was and a bead of blood instantly bubbled up from his skin. He leaned in without another word and pressed a kiss carefully to the tip of Stolas’ beak. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth immediately, Stolas’ beak sharp enough to slice the thin skin of his lips before he could feel any pain. 

 

When they pulled away a shadowy tendril came to gently wipe the blood from Blitz’s mouth.

 

“Is all of it you?” He asked, curiously reaching out to grasp the odd appendage. It felt smooth and cool to the touch. He smiled as it slipped from his fingers and loosely wrapped around his wrist in a way that seemed oddly affectionate while the shadows along the ground crept closer, splitting into tendrils and stretching to wrap around his ankles, wind up around his legs and curl around his middle.

 

“Yes. In this form I am one with the shadows. I can even feel you through them.” Stolas' voice rumbled in Blitz’s head and his eyes closed peacefully. “I never feel like I can hold you quite close enough but this is nearly sufficient.”

 

“You’re such a sap.” Blitz chuckled. 

 

Stolas lowered himself to sit before Blitz. Even like that he towered over him but undeterred, Blitz climbed into his lap to press his face into Stolas’ stomach, nuzzling into him. The smoke wafting from Stolas’ body surrounded him, carrying Stolas scent with it. Finally that nagging urge that drew him towards Stolas felt sated having so much of the man flooding his every sense. Stolas wrapped his wings around Blitz, fully encasing him in a cocoon of the soft plumes. 

 

Blitz turned his face to press a kiss to Stolas’ stomach. “So…if Hell’s real, I’m probably already going there, huh? If making a living killing people didn’t send me there, I don’t imagine they look too fondly on demon fuckers.”

 

“If it’s any comfort, from what I understand, very few human souls make it to Heaven. No one seems quite sure what the criteria is.”

 

Blitz let out a loud laugh at that and tilted his head up, resting his chin against the unseeable soft black feathers of Stolas’ torso to gaze at his face with a smirk. “Well, if I’m damned anyway…”

 

Stolas’ eyes blinked down at him, though not all together. “O–oh, I can take us back–”

 

“Mmm, no.” Blitz turned his face back to Stolas’ stomach and grazed his teeth against his feathered skin. “I think I wanna stay here…like this.”

 

The darkness of the room deepened. “B–Blitz…I don’t…I could hurt you…”

 

“You know I like a little danger.” He sunk his teeth down, Stolas’ moan rang in his head and when he let go to look back up at Stolas’ face, white pinprick pupils had appeared in each of his eyes to stare widely down at him. Blitz’s flirty grin never left as he began scaling up Stolas’ body, unbothered by how silly he must have looked. 

 

The darkness wrapped around Blitz’s body tightened its grip to lift him. He was carried up to look Stolas face to face and he gave the demonic creature in front him a dazed smile with half lidded eyes before leaning forward to kiss his neck. A winged arm came up to lift Blitz’s chin and Stolas brought his beaked mouth down to Blitz’s lips. 

 

The razor sharp point of his beak scraped against the skin around Blitz’s mouth and a long tongue pried his lips apart to invade his mouth. Stolas’ long body fell back and Blitz held on to him as the shadows carefully lowered him to follow, placing him to lay atop Stolas as his back hit the floor. Blitz met his tongue with full enthusiasm, his hands grasping at whatever parts of Stolas were solid enough to hold onto. He sucked on the long muscle to urge Stolas forward, happily ready to accept as much of Stolas as possible. 

 

Their tongues tangled together as Stolas pressed further, his tongue pushing far enough down Blitz’s throat that his muscles instinctively tightened as he held back a gag. It felt strange but he welcomed it happily even though his eyes began to water at the intrusion. The black spires wrapped around his body began tugging at Blitz’s clothing, tearing through the seams like they were made of paper.

 

Stolas’ tongue finally slithered back in retreat once Blitz’s shoulders began to shake. The tears running along his cheeks, the fresh, hot blood dripping from the several thin cuts around his mouth and drool trickling down his chin mingled together making a mess of his face. Even still, Stolas’ too many eyes looked down at him softly, like he was something wonderful. Blitz’s heart pounded against his chest and one of the thin tendrils wrapped around his chest and squeezed lightly as it felt his pulse thump against it. 

 

Blitz smirked down at and began to shimmy himself down Stolas’ body. He trailed kisses down Stolas body as he went, caressing him experimentally and watching the way the crimson light under the shadows deepened and brightened in response to find what felt nice to Stolas in this body. His human form always reacted beautifully, his disguised body sensitive to Blitz’s every touch and the way this beastly shape’s edges shuddered and shifted and illuminated the room up in a bloody glow told him that hadn’t changed. 

 

When Blitz had made his way down to Stolas’ long legs he wasn’t exactly sure what to expect between them. He gently nudged Stolas to spread them and settled in the open space on the floor. He was met with a singular opening and he brought his fingers to stroke around the edges to test the reaction. Blitz felt the heat rolling off the wet hole as Stolas’ excitement dripped from it and his rumbling voices filled the room in what was surely the softest noises they could make. 

 

Blitz lowered his head and lightly flicked his tongue against the opening, relishing in the still familiar taste of Stolas as his soft moans vibrated through Blitz’s body. It was definitely unusual but the mechanics appeared similar enough.. His tongue dipped inside while Stolas’s shadowy tendrils crawled up his legs. The cool, smooth shadows wrapped tightly around the base of his erection and his balls to create a makeshift restraint while they began to stroke him. He could see Stolas’ entire midnight form ripple as he moaned into his opening, his own movements increased in speed as the shadows began working him faster. 

 

He could see Stolas’ immense black legs quivering wildly next to him, struggling to remain open instead of clamping tightly around Blitz as he usually would. It was then that Blitz realized just how easily Stolas could crush him like he was nothing and how easily he could simply rip Blitz apart as the sharp talons on his feet dug into and cracked the flooring beneath them. Rather than feeling fearful he only felt his excitement soar and his heart continued to swell. 

 

The discordant chorus of voices repeated Blitz’s name over and over, he could feel the sound in his very bones. Blitz removed his tongue from Stolas’ opening and he received what he could only imagine was meant to be a whimper. The shadows stroking his erect cock slipped away and he was pulled closer, Stolas using the appendages to help line him up with the trembling hole and Blitz’s own legs were pried apart. 

 

He felt a thin spire snake between his legs and pressed against his own opening as he slowly pushed forward. 

 

“How does it feel, baby?” He purred once he was fully sheathed inside Stolas wet heat. The large black figure was becoming more unstable, the vapor wafting from him thickening as he shuddered. 

 

“You feel wonderful…” Stolas’ voice rang clearly above the others. The palace room illusion completely melted away leaving them surrounded again in the vast expanse of a black void. This suited Blitz just fine, the pleasure rolling through his body as he drank up every cursed moan that escaped Stolas’ maw made everything else around them meaningless anyway. 

 

Blitz began slowly rolling his hips, thrusting into Stolas deep and gently as the shadowy tendrils intruded his body and gradually stretched his opening. As he was filled up to a near painful point he thrusted faster, the dark vines wrapped around him tightened their grip until his hips were the only part of his body he could move. 

 

It was intense, it was nearly overwhelming. Blitz’s body was so hot he felt like he was on fire, he had never felt more alive than with Stolas bestial form writhing beneath him. He grit his teeth, letting out a low growl and losing himself as the pleasured sensation built up in his stomach but was unable to tip over the edge with the grip the shadows held on his excitement. 

 

“F-fuck Stols…” he muttered, his hips rhythm beginning to stutter. “I fucking love you.”

 

Blitz wasn’t sure if Stolas would be able to hear him over his own animalistic noises but the restraints around his body pulled him closer until he was burying his face into Stolas’ darkened stomach, the pressure pressing into him increasing as the tendrils pushed deeper and forcing a pleased scream from him as his back arched. Stolas’ huge black wings covered him as Blitz felt his body tighten and squeeze around him. The red light under his wings’ feathers was nearly blinding and the moan that ripped from Stolas was almost deafening.

 

“I love you, Blitzy…” 

 

The tentacles of darkness slipped away from Blitz’s body as Stolas’ climax tore through his body. Blitz could see the wings encasing him shake and blink out of existence like he was watching a glitching screen. As soon as his body was released, a final trembling thrust had him spilling into Stolas with a muffled cry as the tight knot building in his stomach snapped. Blitz’s vision went fully red as the light took over and he shut his eyes. 

 

Stolas’ body began to shrink under him and he slipped from Stolas’ opening with a pathetic whimper at the sudden feeling. The wings holding him down tightened around him as they returned to Stolas’ long spindly arms and when Blitz was finally able to open his eyes again he was looking down at the soft blue and gray feathers of Stolas’ true body. He met the white pupils in Stolas’ eyes, in awe at the tiny heart shapes they’d taken as the two panted and Blitz could feel the dopey smile on his face matching Stolas’.

 

“Holy…shit…” he breathed out as Stolas’ obsidian taloned hand cradled his cheek. The fingers glowed in that purple light and the cuts he’d forgotten about on his face pulled closed. 

 

“Mm…my thoughts exactly.” Stolas giggled. His hand pressed against the unseeable ground and a circular gateway lit up in the same purple opened beneath him. Blitz held on tightly as the two fell through the portal, feeling the electricity of Stolas’ magic as they passed through and were gently deposited on top of Stolas’ undressed bed back in his home on Earth. 

 

Blitz happily nuzzled into the feathers on Stolas’ chest; sore and spent. His eyes scanned down his own body, seeing where the shadowed vines had squeezed around his arms, his legs, and his torso were beginning to bruise. Stolas had healed his injuries from the night before but part of him hoped he’d be allowed to keep these ones. His gaze slowly shifted to the side at the opened half packed boxes littering the bedroom.

 

“So…this means you’re staying, right?” He mumbled pathetically, too tired to attempt hiding his worry. “Here, with…with me?”

 

Stolas pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Of course I’m staying darling. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”