#royalblitz

“Try just spitting it out,” he suggested, shrugging one shoulder, as though his nerves weren’t suddenly beginning to fray. “Blurting shit out without thinking about it too much can be good for the soul, y’know.”

Charlie glanced at him sidelong and chuckled softly before drawing in a deeper breath, trying to find some resolve. After a moment of thought, she straightened herself up and reached behind herself for her phone.

“Actually, maybe I don’t have to say anything,” she said, opening up the phone and quickly sifting through icons and apps as needed.

Curious and a little absently, Blitz scooted closer. His hip brushed hers and his tail loosely looped around her, the spade coming to rest on her opposite thigh. She didn’t seem to mind, and Blitz didn’t let himself think twice of it, instead craning his neck to get a better look at her phone, assuming he was supposed to see something there.

What Charlie ended up pulling up was her voicemail. The most recent message, only a few minutes long, Blitz saw was from “Mom” and he felt his blood run cold for a split second. He knew that Charlie’s relationship with her parents was rocky at best as of late, but considering Charlie’s current mood, he felt as though he could safely assume the contents of that voicemail were not good.

“Sorry, in advance,” she said quietly through a grimace, and then she played the message.

There was a moment of silence before a heavy sigh practically breathed through the phone.

Charlotte, your father and I can… overlook that ridiculous Hotel of yours, but…

But fucking an imp?!

A creature so lowly and pathetic will never treat you the way you ought to be treated.

I know it’s been a difficult concept for you to grasp, but you are a Princess of Hell.

I think it’s about time you start acting like one.

The recording ended abruptly, and Charlie sighed heavily as she turned her face toward Blitz. The imp at her side was quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat, leaning away from her just a bit.

“Your mom’s kind of a bitch,” he commented, and was pleased to see her trying and failing to ward off a weak smile.

“She… can be a lot,” she agreed, setting her phone aside and running a hand through her hair. “I know we haven’t exactly been secretive about… all of this, but.” She paused, brows knitting together in frustration as she let herself fall back on the bed.

“This… is the first time Mom’s called me in months,” she went on quietly, bringing both hands to her face and digging the heels of her palms into her eyes. “And that’s what she has to say?”

Blitz let himself frown while slowly shifting a bit, tugging his tail out from where it had ended up under her so that he could kneel beside her properly.

“Yeah, that… That’s really shitty,” he said slowly, not entirely sure what sort of ground he was treading on at the moment. Despite budding anxiety, there was no immediate sense of wrongness, but he still thought it was best to be careful until he knew exactly how Charlie was feeling.

“But, uh. I gotta ask,” he continued carefully. “Did you want to… keep fucking this imp?”

Charlie was quick to move, pulling her hands away from her face so that she could prop herself up on her elbows. Her frown was deep and he’d almost felt bad he asked at all.

“Of course I do!” she blurted out, blushing soon after as the realization of what she had said caught up to her. Still, she pressed on with her reassurance, reaching toward him and grazing her knuckles against his red cheek. “That was never even a question.”

“Oh,” Blitz said, brow furrowed as he willed his confidence back. He could spend all the time he needed unpacking what Charlie had said and what it meant to him later but for now, he felt he should have been focusing on making her feel better. Especially now that he knew, with one hundred percent certainty, that his own feelings and ego were in the clear.

“Well - good!” He grabbed for her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze. “Your mom doesn’t know shit, anyway,” he said with a bit of a huff, but finally found his grin just as he brought her hand toward his mouth. He kissed her knuckles and then spoke against them,

“Fuck a Princess, I treat you and your pussy like a goddamn Queen.”

Charlie was quick to yank her hand back and away from him, holding it fisted against her chest. The bridge of her nose and her cheeks were dusted a deep pink, and her voice cracked when she did her best to scold him.

“Blitz! Don’t - Don’t say things like that!”

Seeing that got a rise out of her, Blitz grinned wider, showing teeth as he leaned in toward her. He hooked a finger under her chin to ensure she wouldn’t duck away.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” He brought his thumb to her bottom lip, gently stroking it while his tail slithered over one thigh teasingly. “I’m nice to you and your pussy, aren’t I?”

Her blush had deepened and the quietest whimper escaped her before she reluctantly nodded against his hold. “Y-yes.”

His tail moved upward against her thigh, and he could already feel a heat coming from between her legs. He is grin remained firmly in place as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.

“You don’t sound so sure, Your Majesty. Do I need to remind you?”

As the spade of his tail finally met her clothed crotch, her thighs came together to squeeze against it. She lowered her gaze, suddenly unable to meet his.

“Blitz… You – ” she had started to perhaps protest or at least negotiate when his tail started to move just so against her, causing her words to become lodged in her throat. She bit her bottom lip and drew in a deep, slow breath.

“Ah, ah,” he tutted, swinging one leg over her hips as he leaned back, giving her some space again. “None of that. How about you just,” he took hold of her shoulders and playfully shoved. He was pleased, and relieved, to find there was no resistance and she not only went down easily but also allowed herself to be pinned. “Lay back, and let Daddy get to work?”

Comfort had never been his strongest suit, but he’d be damned if he didn’t know how to offer a distraction. Since she had made it clear her mother’s opinion held no power over their relationship, the least he could do was make her feel good.

Charlie’s blush had deepened, and he took pride in the way he was able to get her so flustered so quickly. A few choice words and some clever, well-placed strokes of his tail, and she was already struck complaisant beneath him. Which he took as silent consent to continue; if she really did not want this to be happening, she would have stopped him with more effort. And, of course, he would have complied. The goal was to make her feel better, not worse.

He took both of her hands, pinning them above her head and holding them there. He gave them a little squeeze before moving his grip to her wrists just as he bent the rest of the way to kiss her. The kiss was deep and perhaps a little rough, but there was no hesitation on Charlie’s part to return it with as much earnestness as she could manage then and there.

His tail, still caught between her tense and now trembling thighs, continued to rub her through her pants. The right amount of pressure in just the right spot made her gasp against the kiss, a soft, whimpering sound that he gladly swallowed.

“No complaints?” he asked when he broke away from the kiss, grinning at the flushed princess beneath him.

Charlie hummed quietly, shaking her head as she met his gaze, peeking up at him through heavy eyelids. “No complaints.”

“I didn’t think so,” Blitz smirked, wiggling his tail out from between her legs so that he could start to slink down between them himself. Her legs opened obligingly for him as he moved lower, and he dragged his claws gently down her arms, then over her breasts and sides until he could take hold of her hips. Now kneeling on the floor, Blitz tugged Charlie forward by her hips until her knees bent properly over the edge of the bed.

He used one hand to start working the fly of her pants undone, while the other was already eagerly beginning to peel the material away from her body. As he started to pull them down and off, she made the task easier for him by squirming and lifting her hips as needed. As he let her pants fall away to the floor carelessly, he couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of the damp spot in the crotch of her underwear.

He pressed both of his palms to the insides of her thighs and pushed her legs apart, giving him room to lean in and kiss the dampness. He glanced up the length of her body to see her already biting her bottom lip, fists full of sheets as she watched what he was doing. He made sure to maintain that eye contact as he dragged his tongue across the wet spot of her panties, delighting in the way she audibly gasped and visibly tensed at the gesture.

When he leaned back, he reached for the waistband of her underwear, tugging them down and then off entirely. He dropped them to the side with her pants, then brought both hands back toward her. He gripped the insides of her thighs for a moment, squeezing and kneading before moving one hand inward. He slid a finger through the wetness between her folds and smirked at her, wide and sharp.

“You get so wet so fast for me. I fucking love it,” he told her, leaning in slowly again. With both hands at her groin now, he used his thumbs to open her up. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked.”

Charlie released one fistful of sheets from her death grip if only so she could drape that arm over her face instead. “B-Blitz - come on, do you have to… talk like that?”

“No,” he replied while shamelessly admiring her; the outer lips were already flushed and swollen, and her entrance was slick and ready for him. “But it gets you all riled up like you are now, so I think I’m gonna keep running my mouth.”

He finally leaned the rest of the way in, planting a rough kiss between her legs and then mumbling against her, “...or, I will. When it’s not full of this pussy.”

“Bli– A-ah!” Charlie had started to scold him again, but her attempts were cut short by an involuntary gasp when that tongue of his made contact, sliding between her lips and over her sensitive opening. Pleased with the reaction that alone had gotten from her, Blitz repeated this motion a few more times. It didn’t take long at all before she was rolling her hips and whining quietly and wordlessly, encouraging him to do something, anything more.

To which, of course, he obliged. He moved one hand just slightly upward so that he could press gently against her lower stomach, thumb now stroking and circling her clit. His tongue circled her opening before he eagerly slid it inside her. A few choice strokes and thrusts of his tongue later, and her hands were suddenly at his horns, gripping what she could of them tightly, encouraging him and holding him in place.

He groaned as she did this, and then glanced up the length of her body to her flushed face. He smirked into her cunt, moving his arms so that he could wrap them around her thighs while he lapped at her insides and stoked her swollen clit. When she started to roll her hips and thrust them out toward him, he growled appreciatively and did his best to meet her demands with only his tongue.

By now, he had hardened in his pants, and his cock ached to take the place of his tongue. He grunted in surprise when he tried to pull away and found Charlie too easily tugging him forward again, holding his head between her thighs. His laugh was muffled, and he obliged a few kisses and strokes of his tongue before he mumbled against her.

“I can’t fuck you if you don’t let me go, Princess.”

Charlie’s grip on his horns shuddered, then reluctantly loosened and slid away from them. Her hands found his on her thighs and she squeezed as she looked down at him, offering a shy, somewhat apologetic smile.

“I - just got caught up in it,” she explained, though she didn’t need to. He didn’t care to hear it; it drove him mad to know he could bring the Princess of Hell to her knees, metaphorically and literally.

“Never worry about shoving me face-first into your cunt,” he said with a smirk, sliding his hands out from under hers and making sure to rake his claws along her smooth skin, leaving pink welts in their wake on her pale flesh. She shivered as he stood, and he took pride in knowing she was watching every move he made to free himself from his pants. He couldn’t have been bothered to take his pants off completely, instead only shoving open his fly and pulling himself out into the open.

Charlie’s quiet “oh” did not go unnoticed, and he grinned as he grabbed for her hips again, tugging her forward until only her ass remained perched at the edge of the bed.

“That being said though, I’d really rather be the one shoving my dick into you right now.”

His hands slid from her hips and to the backs of her thighs, too easily hiking her up against him and pressing her wet and eager warmth against his desperate hard-on.

“Any objections?” he teased, rolling his hips so that he could rub himself against her. He was tantalizingly close to just slipping in, but he could hold out for at least one moment more.

“N-none,” Charlie whined, grabbing for the sheets again and jutting her hips out toward him.

“Good girl.” He smirked as he dug his claws into her thighs, the only warning she had before he slid himself into her, inch by inch. He moaned, deep and throaty, as her body accepted him, shuddering around him.

Charlie wasn’t as thin as Stolas but even so, once Blitz’s full length was buried in her up to the hilt, there was a slight, albeit obvious, distension in her lower belly. As he started to thrust into her, the modest bulge came and went, and he shamelessly watched this happening for a few long moments. It made him ache to know he filled her so well.

As he started to settle into a steady rhythm, he moved his hands along the undersides of her thighs again, then pushed her legs up and hooked her knees over his shoulders. He kept his arms wrapped around her legs as he bent over her, gradually beginning to drive into her harder and faster.

She gripped the sheets tightly, tugging at them as she whined his name and arched her back. She did her best to meet his demanding thrusts, rolling and bucking her hips. And when her hips lifted just right, his tail came around toward her, looping itself about her waist. He squeezed her gently and carefully with it, and her sharp gasp in response told him she certainly didn’t object to that, either.

He craned his neck a bit to press his face into one of her thighs, nuzzling and kissing the soft flesh there. As he did this, he kept his eyes on her while he mercilessly continued to thrust. He could feel her becoming slicker, tightening around him, and he could tell she was close.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asked between determined grunts, watching as all she seemed to be able to do at the moment was wordlessly whine, clumsily nodding her head while squeezing her eyes shut. He smirked, doing his best not to break pace even as his own orgasm crept up steadily on him.

“Cum for me.” This time it was an instruction, and he made sure to drive his point home by first kissing the milky white of her thigh, and then biting into it. Not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to send a surge of pleasure and surprise through her - if the way she suddenly cried out his name was anything to go by, anyway.

He grinned around the captured flesh, growling deeply as she came. A moan, choked and broken, left her as she shoved herself against him, taking him in all the way again as she rode the spasms out.

He had to break away from the bite, instead leaning over her and practically forcing her knees to her shoulders as he returned the favor. He let out a long, drawn-out “fuuuuck”  as he came, spilling inside her deeply. He bucked his hips a few times as he rode the own waves of his orgasm, and then slowly leaned up just enough so that her legs could fall away from him and into a more natural position. Once she seemed to start relaxing, he pulled out.

At the same time, he let himself lean forward the rest of the way, toppling over and onto her face-first. Shamelessly, he nuzzled into her chest, sliding his arms around her and smirking to himself. He could feel her trying to catch her breath beneath him, and it thrilled him to no end to know he had been the one to do this to her.

“You… are something else,” she said when she seemed to have finally caught her breath and find her voice again. Her arms came around him, one hand taking a gentle fistful of his shirt while the other toyed lazily with the base of one of his spikes.

“And you like that,” he smirked before nuzzling into her chest again, pressing his face between her breasts through her shirt and purring.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, circling the base of the lowest spike with a delicate touch. “I do.”

He could feel his face warm up at the sincerity of her comment, and though he considered the mission accomplished - he had successfully made her feel better - he still wasn’t sure how to properly respond to it. So he chose to remain quiet for a moment aside from his purring.

When he did choose to speak again, he peeked up at her with a grin.

“You should call your mom back and tell her to go fuck herself half as good as I just fucked you.”