#helluba boss

He nuzzled against your hair, a soft hooting sound escaping him, and you felt some of the tension leave your shoulders.

"I felt like an idiot," you admitted quietly.

"You were magnificent," he corrected, another button coming undone. "Poised, graceful, charming. Everyone was completely taken with you."

From across the room, near the balcony, came a snort.

"Yeah, 'taken with her,'" Blitz said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He was sitting in the corner, methodically taking apart his rifle "Especially that one guy who kept trying to smell her. That was REAL charming."

"That particular Lord has always been... peculiar," Stolas said diplomatically, working on another button. "But he meant no harm."

"He was SNIFFING her! Like a fucking PERVERT!" Blitz had gotten one of the rifle's components apart and was now aggressively cleaning it. "If you hadn't stepped in, I was gonna shoot him!"

"Which is precisely why I didn't allow you to bring ammunition," Stolas said mildly.

"You WHAT?!" Blitz's head snapped up.

"Did you truly think I'd let you bring a loaded weapon to my father's party? Darling, I know you. I'm not an idiot." Stolas sounded far too pleased with himself. "I had a servant switch out your bullets for blanks before we left."

"You sneaky feathered FUCK—"

"Language, Blitzy. We have delicate company."

"She's heard worse! She LIVES with me!"

You couldn't help but smile as another button gave way. The dress was elaborate—deep blue silk that caught the light like water, with intricate silver embroidery, wearing it had felt like being wrapped in liquid starlight.

It had also been tight, restrictive, and you'd been desperate to get out of it for the last hour.

"There," Stolas said softly as the last button came free. "All done."

His hands lingered on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing gentle circles. You felt him lean in, his beak brushing against the junction of your neck and shoulder, another soft hoot escaping him.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "You were the most stunning creature there tonight."

"Okay, that's enough of the lovey-dovey shit!" Blitz announced loudly. "Some of us are trying to get to the FUN PARTS."

"You're cleaning a rifle that you already cleaned three times," Stolas pointed out, still nuzzling your shoulder. "I think you're doing it for the aesthetic at this point, darling."

"I'm doing it because my TRIGGER FINGER is itchy and I can't actually SHOOT anyone because SOMEONE stole my bullets!"

You stepped away from Stolas carefully, holding the front of the dress up. Underneath, you wore a simple silk slip that Stolas had also provided—apparently, Goetia formal wear required very specific undergarments.

The dress pooled around your feet as you stepped out of it, the heavy silk whispering against the floor. You bent to pick it up, and Stolas immediately took it from you.

"I'll have it cleaned and returned to the proper storage," he said, draping it carefully over a chair. "It's a family heirloom—belonged to my great-grandmother, actually. I thought the color would suit you."

"It was beautiful," you said honestly. "I just... I'm not used to fancy dresses."

"You wore it perfectly." Stolas moved closer again, his hands finding your waist over the thin silk of the slip. "Like you were born to it."

"Yeah, well, she WASN'T born to it," Blitz said, loudly clicking another rifle component into place. "She was born to like, normal human shit. Not fancy demon parties where everyone's trying to figure out who she's related to!"

"They were simply curious—"

"They were being NOSY! There's a difference!" Blitz glared at Stolas over the rifle. "And you! Getting all handsy the second the dress comes off! Have some DECORUM!" Blitz's tone had switched to a imitation of Stolas.

"I have plenty of decorum, darling. I simply choose when to employ it." Stolas's hands slid up your sides, thumbs brushing just below your ribs. "And right now, after such a long evening, I think we have requests to fulfill don't we darling."

You stuck your tongue out at Blitz, which made him drop a rifle piece as he scrambled to jam them into the rifle case.

"Did you just—you just stuck your TONGUE out at me!"

"You deserved it," you said, grinning.

"RUDE! After I spent all night protecting you from creepy BLUE bloods!"

"You spent all night glaring at people and making threats under your breath!"

"Yeah! PROTECTING you! With INTIMIDATION!" He'd abandoned the rifle now, pointing at you accusingly. "And this is the thanks I get?!"

"Oh, Blitzy, don't be such a child," Stolas said, still holding you close. "She's simply teasing you. It's quite adorable, actually."

"It's DISRESPECTFUL is what it is!"

"You're just upset because you can't shoot anyone," Stolas said, his beak nuzzling against your temple now. "You get so grumpy when you're not allowed to commit violence."

"I DO NOT—okay, yes, I do, but that's not the POINT—"

As they bickered, you shifted your weight, feeling an odd prickling sensation on your left leg. You glanced down, adjusting the slip slightly, and your heart stopped.

There were feathers.

Small, downy, white feathers. Protruding from the skin at your ankle.

Three of them. No—you looked closer—five. Five small feathers growing out of your leg like that was a perfectly normal thing for legs to do.

Panic shot through you like ice water. Not more changes. Not now. Not when you'd just gotten used to the fangs.

Moving as casually as you could manage, you bent down like you were adjusting the slip's hem.

"You alright, little star?" Stolas asked.

"Fine! Just—the slip is twisted," you said, your voice thankfully steady.

Your fingers found the feathers. They were soft, delicate, and definitely attached to your skin. You gripped the base of one and pulled.

Sharp pain, but the feather came free.

You did the same with the others, quick and efficient, even as your eyes watered from the sting. All five feathers came out, small dots of blood marking where they'd been.

"You sure you're okay?" Blitz asked, suspicious now.

"Yes! Just fixing the dress—I mean the slip!" You straightened up quickly, the feathers clutched in your fist. "All good!"

You turned, pretending to adjust the slip in the back, and dropped the feathers on the floor. With your foot, you quickly kicked them under the bed.

Crisis temporarily averted.

"Well, now that everyone's indecent," Blitz said, standing up from his rifle, "can we PLEASE get to the ACTUAL FUN PARTS? It's been a long fucking night and I'm FUCKED OFF from not being allowed to murder anyone!"

Stolas smiled, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. "Let's get you comfortable, darling."

Stolas's bed was, as always, enormous. The sheets were fresh—he'd had them changed while you were at the party—and the pillows were numerous enough to build a fort.

You climbed in first, settling in the middle, and immediately felt your body relax into the impossibly soft mattress. Your ankle stung where you'd ripped the feathers out, but you ignored it, pulling the blankets up instinctively.

Blitz approached from one side, having stripped down to his boxers and tank top. "I'm taking this side. Bird brain can have the other one."

"How generous of you," Stolas said dryly, moving to the opposite side. He'd changed into a elaborate robe that was probably silk and definitely cost more than a car.

They both climbed in, and suddenly you were sandwiched between them again. Blitz on your left, Stolas on your right, both warm and solid and somehow making the enormous bed feel cozy.

"Ugh, what's with all this soft FUCKING BULLSHIT" Blitz groaned throwing several pillows off the bed.

"You didn't have to stay," Stolas pointed out, though he was already shifting closer to you.

"Like I'm gonna leave her alone with you! You'd probably try some freaky bird sex magic or something!"

"Blitzy, don't be ridiculous..." Stolas's arm draped over your waist, pulling you back against him. His chest was warm against your back, soft feathers tickling your neck. "Perhaps, some cuddling to start."

"Of course you would want that wouldn't you," Blitz muttered, but he was shifting closer too, his hand finding yours under the blankets.

You laced your fingers with his, and he squeezed gently.

For a moment, there was just quiet. The sound of breathing, the distant noise of Hell outside, the warmth of both of them surrounding you.

Then Stolas nuzzled against your hair, hooting softly. "You really were magnificent tonight."

"You already said that," you murmured, but you were smiling.

"It bears repeating." His hand on your waist slid up slightly, thumb brushing your ribs through the thin silk. "Seeing you in that dress, holding yourself with such grace... I was very proud."

"You looked hot," Blitz said bluntly from your other side. "Like, really hot. That dress was doing THINGS for you."

"Blitzy, that's crude—"

"It's HONEST! She looked hot! Everyone thought so! Why do you think half those FUCKHEADS were sniffing around her?!"

"I believe the phrase is 'interested in her heritage,'" Stolas corrected.

"I believe the phrase is 'wanted to get in her pants,' but sure, let's go with yours."

You laughed, the sound muffled against the pillow. "Can we not talk about other demons wanting to... do things with me?"

"Agreed," Stolas said, his arm tightening possessively around your waist. "I'd rather not think about that either."

"See? Bird brain and I agree on something! That's how you know it's important!" Blitz shifted closer, and now you could feel the warmth of him along your side. "Nobody gets to sniff you except us."

"Nobody is sniffing me!" you protested.

"Stolas literally just nuzzled your hair!"

"That's different! That's affectionate!"

"It's SNIFFING!"

"It's absolutely not—"

"Okay, enough," you interrupted, squeezing Blitz's hand. "Can we just... not argue about sniffing?"

"Fine," Blitz grumbled. "But for the record, I'm right."

"You're always right in your own mind, darling," Stolas said, his voice amused.

"Damn straight!"

Stolas's hand on your waist started moving in slow, gentle circles. His beak nuzzled against your shoulder, and you heard him hoot softly—that unconscious bird sound he made when he was content.

"You really were stunning tonight," he murmured, his voice dropping lower. "Every time I looked at you, I found myself... distracted."

"Distracted how?" you asked, turning your head slightly to see him.

"Distracted by how much I wanted to do this..." His hand slid up from your waist, fingers tracing along your ribs through the thin silk. "And this..." His beak brushed against your neck, finding that sensitive spot just below your ear.

You shivered, and he hooted again, pleased.

"Oh, now we're getting THERE." Blitz said from your other side, his voice taking on that rough edge you'd started to recognize. "Alright. I can work with this."

His hand on your hip tightened, pulling you firmly toward him. "You know what was hot? Watching every single demon in that room want you"

"Blitz—"

"Nah, I'm not done." He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at you with those glowing eyes. "Watching them circle around you like sharks, trying to figure out your bloodline, your status, your availability—" His hand slid possessively over your stomach. "And knowing that at the end of the night, they wouldn’t FUCKING have you."

Stolas made an approving sound, his hand sliding higher on your ribs. "I must admit, I quite enjoyed that aspect as well."

You scoffed, and even you could hear how breathless your voice had already gotten.

Stolas captured your mouth in another kiss. It was deeper than before, more heated. His tongue brushed against your lips and you opened for him, feeling the warmth of him, tasting something floral and exotic.

"Fuck, that's hot," Blitz muttered, his hand sliding from your stomach to your thigh. "Watching him kiss you like that."

He waited until Stolas pulled back, then immediately claimed your mouth for himself. Where Stolas was elegant and deliberate, Blitz was fierce and demanding. His hand fisted in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted you as he kissed you like he was trying to prove a point.

When he finally let you breathe, you were gasping.

"See?" he said with a wicked grin. "That's how you kiss someone Birdie."

"Such passion, Blitzy," Stolas said, amused. "Though perhaps a bit... aggressive?"

"She likes aggressive," Blitz said confidently. "Don't you?"

Before you could answer, his hand slid further up your thigh, fingers teasing along the edge of your slip. "See? She's not exactly pushing me away."

"I didn't say stop," you managed.

"That's what I thought." Blitz's grin turned absolutely feral. "Now, here's what's gonna happen. You're gonna lie there and let us make you forget every single boring conversation you had to sit through tonight. Sound good?"

"I—yes—"

"Yes what?" His hand stilled, waiting.

"Yes, Sounds good." you breathed.

"Much betterrrr" he said, and the praise made heat pool low in your belly. "See, this is what you should've been doing all night instead of making small talk with pretentious assholes."

"I kinda had to—it was expected—"

"I know, I know. Politics and bloodlines and all that boring shit." His hand resumed its movement, sliding higher. "But you hated it. I could tell. Every time someone asked about your heritage, you got this little line right here—" He tapped between your eyebrows. "All tense and stressed."

"I was nervous," you admitted.

"You were fucking perfect," Blitz corrected. "Even when you were nervous. Especially when you were nervous." His fingers found the edge of your underwear beneath the slip. "This okay?"

"Yes."

"Say it properly."

"Yes, please."

"Fuck, you're polite about getting railed." He slid his hand properly between your thighs now, and you gasped at the contact. "There we go. See? Much better than talking about lineage."

Stolas had been watching, all four eyes dark with interest, and now his hand joined the exploration. He slid it down from your ribs to your hip, then lower, fingers dancing along your inner thigh.

"May I?" he asked, ever polite even in this.

"Yes," you said quickly.

"So eager," he purred. "And after such a long evening too. One might think you'd been waiting for this."

"I—maybe—"

"Don't 'maybe' me, little star. Were you thinking about this during the party?" His fingers traced patterns on your inner thigh, maddeningly close but not quite touching. "When Lord Andrealphus wouldn't stop asking about your family tree?"

"Yes," you admitted, face burning.

"What exactly were you thinking about?" Stolas asked, and there was a wicked edge to his voice now.

"I—I can't—"

"Sure you can!" Blitz encouraged, his own hand still working you through the fabric. "Tell bird brain what you were thinking about. Don't be shy now."

"I was thinking about... this," you managed. "Both of you. Touching me. Making me forget everything else."

"Good," Blitz said approvingly. "That's real good. See? You CAN talk dirty when you want to."

"That wasn't—"

"That was absolutely talking dirty. And you're gonna do more of it." His fingers pressed more firmly, making you arch. "Gonna tell us exactly what you want."

"I want—" You gasped as Stolas's hand finally moved higher, joining Blitz's. "I want you to touch me. Both of you. Please."

"Since you asked so nicely, tits" Blitz said, and his hand slipped properly beneath the fabric.

The feeling of his skin against yours, direct contact without barriers, made you moan.

"Oh, you like that ?" he observed, grinning. "Yeah, you really fucking like that."

Stolas's hand had found its way beneath the fabric too, and now both of them were touching you, fingers exploring, learning what made you gasp and arch and beg.

"So responsive," Stolas murmured, his beak against your throat. "Every touch makes you tremble."

"Every sound you make goes straight to my dick," Blitz added bluntly. "Just so you know. You're driving me fucking insane right now."

"Good," you managed to say, and his eyes flashed.

"Oh, getting brave now?" He increased the pressure of his touch. "Think you can handle both of us working together?"

Stolas's mouth found yours again, swallowing your moans as they worked you expertly.

"You're so close already," Blitz observed, his voice rough with desire.

"Let go, darling," Stolas murmured against your lips. "You're perfectly safe little star. Let go."

Pleasure crashed over you in waves, and you cried out, your hands clutching at both of them as they worked you through it.

"Beautiful," Stolas breathed, watching you come undone.

"Fucking gorgeous," Blitz agreed, his hand slowing. "Still good?"

"Uh-huh" you managed.

"Good. Because like I said—" His grin was absolutely wicked. "—we're making up for that entire BORING-ASS party. And I've got a LOT of ideas about how to do that."

Stolas hooted softly, his hand still caressing your thigh. "As do I. And we have all night."

"All night ?" you asked breathlessly.

"Uh-huh," Blitz said, pulling you into another searing kiss.

"Now, where were we?"

Stolas didn’t let you answer. His long fingers gently caught your wrist, lifting your hand to press a slow, reverent kiss to the center of your palm. His four red eyes locked onto yours—glowing softly in that steady, hypnotic way that made everything else feel distant and safe. Not taking anything away from you, just… quieting the noise.

"Come here, little star," he murmured, voice like velvet wrapped around starlight. With effortless strength he pulled you back against him, shifting until your back rested fully against his warm, feathered chest.

Your head tucked just beneath his beak. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while the hand that had kissed your palm stayed there—pressed gently to his cheek as he nuzzled into it.

Blitz watched the whole thing with dark, hungry eyes, but he didn’t interrupt. Instead he shifted closer on your left, his clawed hand sliding possessively over your hip again, thumb stroking the skin just under the hem of your slip.

"Show-off," he muttered, though there was no real bite in it. "Always gotta be all fancy."

Stolas only smiled against your palm, then turned his gaze on Blitz. "Jealous, my little imp?"

"Fuck no." Blitz’s grin was sharp. "Just impatient."

Stolas’s free hand slid up your side, fingers deftly tugging the thin ties of your slip open and down your shoulders, baring your breasts to the warm air of the bedroom. He let out a low, appreciative trill, his beak brushing the shell of your ear.

"Exquisite," he whispered against your skin, nuzzling your palm again. "My brave, beautiful little star… falling into our world and still shining so brightly, thank the stars that you’re here with us."

His thumb traced slow circles just beneath your breast, teasing but not quite touching where you suddenly ached for him.

Blitz’s gaze dropped to your now-exposed chest, a sharp grin spreading across his face. "Fuck, look at you. All laid out like that… shit’s unfair." He leaned in, nipping lightly at the side of your neck before pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. His voice dropped, still smug but softer around the edges.

"Hey… you gonna be okay if I use my tail?"

You blinked, a little dazed from Stolas’s eyes and the warmth of his body behind you. "Your… tail?"

Blitz’s tail flicked behind him, the spade-shaped tip curling lazily. "Yeah. I can wrap it around your wrists—keep your hands right where I want ‘em. Or just trail it over you… tease you slow. Drag it along your thighs, your tits, wherever." He paused, watching your face carefully, that cocky smirk softening for a moment. "After what happened… I don’t wanna be the reason you freak out."

You nodded, because it was Blitz asking. "I trust you. Yes… you can use it."

His grin came back, smug and bright. "Atta girl. Knew you were tough." The teasing crept back into his voice as his tail slithered forward, the warm, smooth length curling once around your wrist in a loose but secure hold—testing. "There we go… nice and easy. Look at that."

Stolas hooted softly in approval, still nuzzling your palm against his cheek. "She looks divine like this, Blitzy. So trusting… so open for us." His beak brushed your temple. "Such a sweet darling little creature, letting us worship you. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of spending nights like this."

Blitz’s tail gave a gentle tug, guiding your wrist up toward the pillow before letting the spade tip trailed slowly back down your sternum, teasing between your breasts before circling one nipple in lazy spirals. The sensation made you shiver. Behind you, Stolas’s hand finally cupped your breast fully, squeezing with open hunger, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder.

Blitz shifted lower on the bed, settling between your spread thighs. His tail continued its journey—trailing down your stomach, teasing along your hip, then curling loosely around your other thigh to hold you open for him. "You still good, tits? Breathin’ okay?"

"Yes," you managed, voice already breathy. "I’m good."

"Perf," His grin turned feral. "Now shut up and let me eat."

He didn’t wait for more permission. Blitz leaned in and dragged his tongue up your center in one long, filthy stripe, groaning loudly at the taste of you. "Shit… you taste even better than you look."

You gasped, hips twitching, but his tail and Stolas’s arm kept you pinned. Stolas’s hand kneaded your breast possessively while he whispered against your hair, voice thick with want.

"So responsive… our little star. Every sound you make is music. Let Blitzy devour you, darling."

Blitz worked you with shameless enthusiasm—tongue flicking fast over your clit, then slowing to broad, lazy licks, occasionally dipping lower to push inside you. His tail tightened just enough around your thigh to keep you spread, the spade tip occasionally flicking teasingly against your inner thigh.

Every new touch from the tail made you jolt in the best way, and each time you did, Blitz's eyes would drift up, just long enough to check.

Stolas kept you grounded the whole time—your hand pressed to his cheek, his beak nuzzling and kissing your palm between soft, romantic murmurs. "You’re safe here… cherished… wanted beyond measure. Wonderous little human who stole both our hearts without even trying."

The dual sensation was overwhelming Blitz’s hot mouth devouring you with greedy, wet sounds, his tail restraining and teasing in equal measure, and Stolas’s warm body behind you, hands and voice worshipping every inch he could reach. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your belly.

When you finally tipped over the edge, crying out sharply, Blitz groaned against you, licking you through every shuddering wave while Stolas held you close, cooing softly.

"Fuck yes… that’s the sound I wanted." Blitz muttered, voice rough and pleased as he finally pulled back, lips shiny. His tail loosened but stayed draped possessively over your thigh.

Stolas’s four eyes were dark with hunger, his cloaca already slick and flushed where it pressed against your lower back. He nuzzled your palm one more time.

Blitz crawled back up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, that wicked grin firmly in place. "You wanna pick what’s next, or you want us to keep running the show?"

The question made heat rush to your face. You flustered, mouth opening and closing for a second without any sound coming out, suddenly shy under the weight of both their attention.

Blitz scoffed, the sound low and amused. “Cute. Real cute when you get all tongue-tied like that.”

Before you could recover, he leaned across you and caught Stolas’s beak in a rough kiss. With you pressed firmly between them—your back still against Stolas’s warm feathered chest, Blitz’s body leaning in close—the motion sandwiched you tighter.

You felt the shift of muscle and feathers, the heat of both of them surrounding you completely as their mouths moved together. It was messy, hungry, and impossibly hot to be caught right in the middle of it.

You watched, mesmerized by the way Blitz’s hand fisted in Stolas’s feathers, the way Stolas’s eyes fluttered closed in clear enjoyment. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“You’re so fucking pretty…”

Only when Blitz pulled back from Stolas did he register what you’d said. He blinked, looking hurt for a beat, then smirked. “Yeah? Bird brain’s got that fancy prince thing going for him, huh? Figures.”

You shook your head quickly, heart. “No—I meant you.”

Blitz’s eyebrow twitched, the smug expression faltering into something startled. You didn’t give him time to overthink it. Reaching up with your free hand, you dragged him down into a kiss, pouring every bit of want and affection into it.

Blitz made a surprised noise against your mouth before melting into it, kissing you back fierce and deep, like he was trying to hide how much your correction had affected him.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you breathing harder, you could feel him—hot and hard—pressing against your thigh. The realization sent a fresh wave of nerves and shyness bubbling up. You swallowed thickly, suddenly aware of how exposed you were, how much you wanted this.

Blitz noticed. He brushed his thumb along your jaw, voice dropping lower, almost gentle for a moment. “Hey. You look like you’re thinkin’ real loud over there.”

You nodded, managing a small smile despite the flush on your cheeks. “Yeah… I’m good. Just… a lot.”

Stolas hooted softly behind you, still holding your hand gently against his cheek and nuzzling into your palm with slow, affectionate presses of his beak.

“Little star,” he murmured, voice warm and romantic, laced with that familiar dramatic tenderness. “You honor us both with your words… and your touch. There is nowhere else in all the rings I would rather be than right here, with you between us like this darling, ypur so full of light even in Hell’s shadows.”

His free hand continued its slow exploration, cupping and kneading your breast with open hunger, thumb circling your nipple until you shivered. The contrast between his soft, poetic whispers and the blatant need in his touch made your head spin.

Blitz’s tail gave a playful flick against your thigh, the spade tip trailing lightly up toward your hip again in a teasing stroke.

“Don’t go gettin’ all shy on us now,” he said, that smug, tease creeping back into his tone. “Not when you just called me pretty and dragged me in like that. Fuckin’ bold move, tits. I like it.” He rocked his hips once, letting you feel him more deliberately against your thigh, hot and insistent.

“Keep talkin’ shit and I might start thinkin’ you actually like my ugly mug.”

You laughed softly, the sound breathless, nerves easing a little under their combined warmth and attention.

Stolas’s four eyes gleamed with interest as he pressed another kiss to your palm. “She does more than like it, Blitzy. She sees you… truly sees you. As do I.” His voice dropped into something huskier. “And I, for one, am very much enjoying the view of both of you like this.”

Blitz snorted “Fuckin' Saps. Both of you.” He leaned in again, nipping at your lower lip before glancing between you and Stolas, tail still lazily teasing along your skin.

He lined himself up, the blunt head of him pressing hot and insistent against your entrance. “Alright, Stols. You’re gonna hold her nice and steady for me. Keep those pretty hands on her, I want her feelin’ both of us.”

Stolas hooted softly in agreement, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you more firmly against his chest.

“As you wish, Blitzy,” he purred, voice thick with arousal. His free hand returned to your breast, kneading with open hunger while his beak trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck, feathers brushing your skin with every movement.

Blitz pushed in slowly, inch by careful inch, stretching you open with a low, satisfied groan. The drag was hot, thick, and steady—until he bottomed out with a sharp exhale. “Fuuuck… You feel that, tits?"

You couldn’t help it. The overwhelming fullness hit you instantly, and your hand flew up to press over your mouth, muffling the moan that tried to escape.

Blitz’s eyes narrowed, a low grumble vibrating in his chest. “Nuh-uh. None of that shit.” His tail flicked up fast, the warm length wrapping firmly around your wrist and tugging your hand away from your mouth, pinning it gently but insistently against the pillow beside your head.

“You do that again and I’m gettin’ Stolas to pin you down properly. No hidin’ got it? I wanna hear every fuckin’ noise you make while I’m buried in you.”

Stolas chuckled against your neck, the sound turning soft as he pressed another line of kisses along your throat, beak grazing that sensitive spot just below your ear.

“He’s quite serious, darling,” he murmured, voice warm and teasing, though his hips gave a tiny, involuntary rock against your back, his slick cloaca pressing hot and wet against your skin. “Though I would be more than happy to assist… holding our little star exactly where Blitzy wants you.”

You nodded quickly, breath coming in short gasps as Blitz started to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. He kept the pace torturously steady, like he was savoring every second.

While he fucked you, his tail uncoiled from your wrist slithering back and find Stolas. The spade tip trailed teasingly along his side, then lower, brushing over the flushed, slick folds of Stolas’s cloaca. Stolas gasped sharply, hips twitching forward against you as Blitz’s tail pressed more firmly, the tip circling and teasing the sensitive entrance without quite pushing inside.

“Fuck, listen to him,” Blitz said, voice smug and as he kept thrusting into you at that same slow rhythm. “Bird brain’s already leakin’ all over my tail. You like that, Stolas? Me fuckin’ her while I play with your Birdpuss ?”

Stolas moaned against your neck, the sound muffled by another kiss, his hand squeezing your breast harder.

“Y-yes— Blitzy— ah, your tail feels… divine…”

Blitz’s grin widened, tail working Stolas with lazy, teasing strokes—sometimes pressing just inside the slick heat, sometimes pulling back to trail slickly over the outer folds. All while he continued rocking into you, slow and deep, making sure you felt every inch.

“See? Teamwork,” Blitz said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone, eyes flicking between your face and Stolas behind you. “Now keep those pretty sounds comin’, tits. No hidin’. Or next time I really will bring the ropes and we’ll see how loud we can make you scream.”

Stolas’s beak found that spot on your neck again, sucking gently as his hand continued to explore your chest, rolling your nipple between talented fingers with open hunger.

You nodded softly, eyes closing involuntarily for a moment as another thrust from Blitz sent sparks through you. Your free hand reached up, looping around the back of Blitz’s neck, pulling him a little closer. He stilled inside you for a second, buried deep, and you managed a breathless but awkward little

“Hi…”

Blitz rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Hi? Really? I’m balls-deep and your go to is ‘hi’?” He scoffed, but his voice had that soft edge he got when you caught him off guard.

“Fuckin’ dork.”

Behind you, Stolas let out a quiet, amused huff. His hands shifted, sliding down to grip your thighs carefully, holding them open wider for Blitz with gentle but firm pressure. The new angle made everything feel deeper, more exposed, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped.

Blitz’s tail, still slick from teasing Stolas, moved with purpose again. The spade tip pressed more firmly against his cloaca, sliding inside in one smooth motion at the exact same, deep pace he was using on you. Stolas gasped sharply, hips jerking forward against your back as the tail fucked into him in perfect sync with Blitz’s thrusts into you.

“Fuuuck, yeah,” Blitz groaned, voice rough with satisfaction. “That’s it. Both of you takin’ me. Look at that—my tail’s buried in bird brain’s pretty puss while I’m stretchin’ you open. Perfect fuckin’ perfect.”

You were trembling between them, overwhelmed by the dual sensation and the way they moved together. A needy sound slipped out before you could catch it.

Blitz smirked down at you, still rocking steadily. “Shit, listen to you. Eyes all glassy, breathin’ like you ran a FUCKING marathon.”

Stolas nuzzled into your neck, voice low and teasing between kisses. “Indeed, little star. You’re trembling so deliciously...”

You tried to quip back, voice shaky. “I’m not—ah—that worked up—”

Blitz barked a laugh, thrusting a little deeper on the next stroke. “Oh yeah? That’s FUCKING cute. Denyin’ it while you’re squeezin’ me like a vice. Real convincing, tits.”

Stolas hummed in agreement, his hold on your thighs tightening just enough to keep you perfectly spread. “My darling is quite the liar tonight. All flushed and breathless… making the sweetest little sounds every time Blitzy moves.”

Before you could protest again, Blitz’s eyes flashed with wicked amusement. “Keep her mouth busy, will ya? She’s gettin’ mouthy and I wanna hear moans, not SHIT TALKING.”

Stolas didn’t hesitate. He tilted your head back gently against his shoulder, beak capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours, elegant and insistent, swallowing every gasp and whimper as Blitz continued those slow, punishing thrusts. At the same time, his tail kept fucking Stolas in the same unhurried rhythm, drawing muffled, needy hoots that vibrated into your mouth.

Blitz watched the two of you kissing with dark, satisfied eyes, his free hand coming down to rub circles over your clit while he kept moving inside you. “There we go… much better. No more talkin’ back when you’ve got birdies tongue down your throat and my little red cock buried in you.”

The kiss broke only when you needed air, but Stolas immediately moved back to your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat while his hands kept your thighs held open. Blitz leaned in closer, voice dropping lower.

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight every time he kisses you. You like bein’ stuck between us like this?”

You could only moan in response, caught completely in their rhythm, their teasing words, and the overwhelming pleasure of both of them.

Blitz kept that same slow, deep rhythm, hips rolling steadily as his tail fucked into Stolas in perfect sync. The pleasure was overwhelming in the best way—every thrust pushing you higher, every teasing word from Blitz and every soft moan from Stolas making your head spin.

You and Stolas tried to kiss, but it quickly dissolved into nothing more than open-mouthed panting against each other’s lips. Hot breath mingled, tongues barely brushing as soft, desperate sounds spilled out.

Tears slipped down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of it all—too much sensation, too much of both of them surrounding you.

Stolas released one of your thighs, his hand sliding up gently. The soft pad of his talon brushed away a tear with exquisite tenderness, then stroked your cheek in slow, intimate little circles. “Shh, my darling… my sweet precious little star,” he murmured, voice thick but full of reverence. “You’re doing so wondrously, its alright let it out. We have you.”

Blitz’s thrusts grew a little harder, a little less controlled, his breathing ragged. “Fuck… you’re squ—gonna—ughh—shit, shit—” He buried himself deep one last time, groaning loudly as he spilled inside you, hot thick and pulsing. His tail gave a final, firm thrust into Stolas at the same moment.

The feeling of Blitz finishing inside you, combined with the relentless rhythm and Stolas’s tender touch, sent you tumbling over the edge again. You came with a broken whimper, body shaking between them.

It only took a few more moments—or what felt like moments—for Stolas and Blitz to follow. Stolas let out a long, trembling hoot, his cloaca clenching around Blitz’s tail as he came with shuddering breaths against your neck. Blitz growled low, hips stuttering through the aftershocks until all three of you were left panting and boneless in the enormous bed.

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For a long moment, neither of them moved. Blitz stayed buried inside you, breathing hard, while Stolas held you close. Both of them just looked at you—Blitz’s glowing eyes soft in a way he’d refuse to admit, Stolas’s four red eyes glowing with quiet reverence as they took in your flushed face, the way your chest rose and fell, the peaceful, spacey expression you wore.

Blitz finally shifted with a low grunt. “Shit…I'm gooood, she’s really out of it,” he muttered to Stolas.

He pulled out of you slowly and carefully, watching your face the whole time to make sure you didn’t flinch. A soft, incoherent mumble slipped from your lips as he withdrew, but you stayed floaty and relaxed. Blitz stared down at you.

Stolas pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, voice barely above a whisper. “She’s floating… perfectly darling.” He glanced at Blitz, four eyes warm. “I’ll run a bath, Blitzy. Stay with her a moment?”

Blitz nodded, Stolas carefully extracted himself and slipped off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. “SATAN'S TAINT, she's a FUCKING wreck. Bet she’s gonna be sore as SHIT tomorrow.” The crude words were Blitz's his usual shield—but Stolas could hear the fondness underneath.

Stolas paused in the doorway, watching Blitz for a few quiet seconds. A small, knowing smile curved his beak. He knew exactly what that look meant, even if Blitz would rather die than admit it out loud. He simply smiled wider and disappeared into the bathroom to prepare the tub.

Blitz stayed with you a little longer, then carefully tucked the blankets around your limp form, making sure you were comfortable and warm. Once he realized you were actually asleep, he pressed one last quick kiss to your forehead—quick enough that he could pretend it didn’t happen if anyone asked—and headed to the bathroom.

When Stolas returned a few minutes later, the tub was ready steaming, fragrant with starlight and sweet florals, lights dimmed low. You were mumbly now, in that floaty, spacey way.

As Stolas leaned down to scoop you up, your hand reached out blindly, searching, clearly expecting Blitz to be right there too.

“Blitz…?” you mumbled, voice soft and slurry. "Where's ... ? Bli—"

Stolas caught your wandering hand gently, bringing it to his beak and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “Shh, darling. He’s right here. Rest now. We’ve got you.”

He lifted you effortlessly against his chest, your head lolling against his feathers as he carried you into the bathroom.

Blitz was already there—sitting in the water with his arms resting on the sides of the tub. Stolas lowered you gently into Blitz’s lap, your back against his chest, legs draping loosely over his thighs. The warm water enveloped you like a blanket, soothing every oversensitive inch of skin.

You were so close to unconscious, drifting in that soft, hazy space where everything felt distant and safe. Your eyes fluttered half-open now and then, but mostly stayed closed, body boneless and trusting in their hold.

Blitz’s arms came around you immediately, one clawed hand splaying protectively over your stomach while the other scooped water and let it trickle slowly over your shoulders.

“Fuck, look at her, lucky bitch” he muttered, voice low and crude but his touch impossibly gentle as he started rinsing you clean. “Still fucked out and floatin’.” He cupped more water, letting it cascade down your chest in slow, careful streams, washing away the evidence of the night with steady, thorough strokes. His tail curled around your ankle under the water, keeping you anchored.

Stolas climbed in, bracketing you between them once more. He took a soft cloth and lathered it with gentle soap, then began washing your arms and neck with slow, reverent circles. “So lovely even now, all soft and trusting in our arms. Let us take care of you… you’ve given us so much tonight.” he whispered, voice like warm velvet.

Blitz snorted softly, but his hands never stopped their gentle work—sliding the soapy cloth between your thighs to clean you with surprising care, muttering the whole time.

“Yeah, yeah, Hold still, tits—gotta make sure you’re all clean down here. Can’t have you wakin’ up sticky tomorrow.” His touch stayed light and attentive, thumbs stroking soothing patterns on your hips as he made sure you were clean.

Stolas hummed in agreement, his talons—so careful with their sharp tips—working through your hair with shampoo, massaging your scalp in slow, relaxing circles.

“Look Blitzy she’s alseep, how exquisitely trusting she is.” He tilted your head back gently to rinse, then pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. One of his hands found yours under the water, lacing your fingers together while the other continued washing your back and sides with the warm cloth.

You didn't register the faint pinprick on your fingertip—Stolas took a tiny amount of your blood, barely noticeable, and set the small vial aside on the edge of the tub.

Blitz gave him a sharp look. “The FUCK is that for?”

Stolas’s voice was quiet, almost sheepish as he whispered back, still stroking your cheek with the pad of his talon. “To figure out what her Goetic bloodline is, Blitzy. I… I want to understand what she may need to expect. Protect her from the worst of it ... if we must.”

Blitz just grunted and went back to rinsing your legs with careful claws. “Whatever. Long as she’s okay.” His tail gave your ankle a gentle squeeze under the water, almost like reassurance.

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They stayed in the bath until the water started to cool, taking their time—washing, rinsing, murmuring soft words and crude little comments in equal measure. Stolas kept up a steady stream of praise and feather-light kisses along your exposed skin. Blitz handled the more practical cleaning with blunt efficiency, his hands steady and warm.

When they finally lifted you out, you barely woke, body limp and content. Stolas wrapped you in a huge, fluffy towel first, drying you with gentle pats while Blitz grabbed one of Stolas’s silk shirts from the bedroom—an enormous thing that would swallow you whole. They slipped it over your head together, the fabric soft and smelling like Stolas—night blooming flowers, starlight and warmth. It hung down past your knees, sleeves draping past your hands, but it felt perfect.

“Looks ridiculous on her,” Blitz muttered with a fond scoff as he rolled the sleeves up on you. “But fuck if it ain’t cute.”

Stolas only hooted a laugh in agreement, lifting you again and carrying you back to the bed. They tucked you in the middle of the enormous mattress, sheets cool against your skin. Blitz slid in, pulling you against his side with one arm. Stolas took the other side, draping an arm over your waist and nuzzling into your hair with a contented trill.