Blitzo grunted with effort, finally reaching the balcony to the chambers, his ticket to the human realm resided after a lengthy climb. It got easier to do so even though he had a grappler gun that'd obviously make the trip easier on his aching bones.

Not that it matters, though, as the imp had decided to pay a visit to the Goetian prince and hang out, now that he doesn't have a squawking whore of a wife to deal with for now. Or, knowing the owl, mess around and have a good time. In the freakiest manner possible.

Not that he minded. It was a slow day, on the slowest Monday possible, that wore on his patience more than the usual grind of the business. If anything, whatever kinky shit or a cheesy movie Stolas had planned, it'd help make the rest of the day go by faster.

With this in mind, Blitzo hopped over the edge of the balcony and landed with a huff, sighing and muttering a small curse. 

"Alright," He sighs, dusting himself off and readjusting his belt, which he pictured the horny owl tearing off once he had him at his mercy. If fate shines its light on him, he might still have a bear trap or two on hand. Or he wants to try some other kind of fetish that'll have him double-checking if it was left inside of him tomorrow morning.

Not that he minded at this point, as now, he was ready for just about anything. However, Blitzo would be proven wrong if circumstances didn't favor him.

When the imp stepped inside, he wasn't met with Stolas greeting him like he usually would, followed by them necking like horny teenagers, and then eventually fucking like them. Or just cuddling before such a thing.

Instead, he found the prince in bed, fast asleep, lightly snoring and hooting softly. He lay atop his bed covers, head propped in between both pillows, his beak agape, but not too open, which explained his soft snoring. His arm lay folded across his torso, and his other arm under his head, and his legs were spread.

Stepping closer, a peculiar expression upon his spotted face, Blitzo could see how peaceful he looked, and felt warmth enveloping his heart. The big guy was also having an off-day, or didn't have much to do, just like Blitzo. Hell, both of them even dressed casually, with the imp in a red sweater, jeans, and his work boots. The owl resting was in the same shirt as his, but it was a cropped to show his soft midriff, and a pair of grey shorts.

The common attire, for Blitzo, looked cute on the prince, and he doesn't say that lightly. If anything, it almost made him appear delectable. Which it did, to be honest.

"D'aww," Blitzo cooed with a smile, climbing onto the bed with Stolas and palming his cheek, which got a little hoot from him. He rubbed softly, leaning in to peck his forehead. "Someone's having a nap.

Perhaps he'd kick it here with him until he woke up. Or maybe leave him to his rest and see what his side pieces, Moxxie included, were up to. It was the next thing he'd do, of course, until he noticed the Goetia was flushed in the face. And by flushed, he was blushing a vivid red. How he didn't before he got on the bed, he had no idea.

But he had a good idea what the cause of it was. Blitzo looked down and...

"Oh..." Blitzo went softly, his tail swaying a little faster now.

He saw the boner Stolas was sporting from under his shorts. It went down his leg, almost coming out of the bottom, which showcased its length and size to the assassin. 

"Oh, shit," He murmured. Stolas was having a wet dream. And a good one at that if he was this turned on. 

"Blitz....y..." The prince in front of him mumbled dreamily, a smile creasing the side of his beak. The wet dream definitely included Blitzo, and for reasons already known by the latter.

But he'll give him this, however. Seeing the prince having a wet dream about him was something he didn't expect to encounter when visiting. And there's been a lot of surprises he's come across before, not long after business started booming.

And in one of those, he also didn't expect the prince to be packing when he bottomed for him a few times.

Eleven straight inches and girthy enough for him to handle. And with it, a pair of balls filled with rich, avian sperm that could have a female deliver a handful of eggs. 

Or, in this situation, be swallowed by a lowly imp like Blitzo. He wasn't surprised for long, though, as a dangerously lewd smirk came on across Blitzo's face and he licked his lips, humming.

"So...Prince Sleeps-a-lot is hard as a rock, dreamin' about me, huh?" He straddled the owl, hands already sliding across his upper chest to his neck, where he got a good feel of his soft neck and warm flesh. His thumbs brush against the middle, feeling it pulse, and the prince swallows, still snoring. Those hands travel further up and caress his cheeks, then he leans down and connects lips.

"Hmm," Stolas moaned, seemingly accepting the kiss, even with the imp pressing it deeper seconds after contact. "Mmmh."

Blitzo hummed in response, his eyes closing halfway. He held back the need to slide his tongue in and control the kiss, regardless of his lover being a deep sleeper. If anything, he could've already been fucking his face, and he wouldn't even twitch, and wake up later wondering why his mouth tasted like semen. 

But the exact opposite would be happening here. And Blitzo was getting too excited for that moment to drag things out any further. But alas, Stolas felt soft and cuddly today. And more than usual. When he eventually broke the kiss, leaving the prince to pant softly, he lowered down, tail wagging, kissing from his neck, sucking on it as he went, until he was on his waist, just inches away from his sealed prize.

His skilled, previously blood-soaked hands slid under his red crop-top, found purchase on the prince's torso, and were fondling everywhere he could. He noted just how well taken care of his feathery pelt was by how unbelievably soft and pleasantly warm it felt under him. And it turned him on further, with him biting his lip and breathing heavily. 

"Goddamnit, you're soft," The imp huffed, raring to have his cock down his throat more than ever. He pulled up the other man's shirt, exposing his chest that had two red nipples atop two developing pecs, then leaned in, pinching them both while licking the space in between. 

The owl didn't budge, but Blitzo was quickly salivating, grooming his chest with increasing fervor as he pinched the nipples harder, twisting them around and thumbing them. Such treatment had the taller demon uttering a low moan as his back arched just enough for the imp to notice.

"Yeah? Feel good when I do that?" He asked with a purr, thumbing those erect buds down. "I'm gonna make you feel real good in a second, just hold on." 

He stops, then goes lower, licking and kissing a straight path until he is between his legs, making sure to rub his sides along the way. "Mwah-! Mmh." He hummed, kissing around the owl's belly button, almost inclined to blow into it, or better, tongue it. But, knowing how ticklish Stolas is, doing either one would have him wake up in a fit of laughter.

So, he simply kissed it, then went down and looked up at the sleeping owl, baring his fangs in a sinister grin, then to his cock straining within the confines of his shorts. It wouldn't do for him to let Stolas go through the pain of a trapped boner, and since he's having a good dream, it was common courtesy for Blitzo to help better it. 

Without further ado, he straightens his legs to make this smoother, then grabs the hem of his shorts, pulling them down. He gasped when Stolas' dick was exposed little by little, watching it throb as he brought his shorts down to his knees. He thinks it's his knees, anyway.

With those out of the way, Blitzo was now left with the prince's demonhood, which was erect, but leaning forward slightly, twitching and leaking a fat drop of precum. Such a beautiful display had saliva leaking from the assassin's open mouth, dripping onto the bed. "Jackpot, bitch," He growled.

It looked almost longer the last time he had it down his throat and up his ass, balls-deep. He grabs it with two hands, shivering from the warmth radiating off it, and strokes it to start. He twisted his hands as he went up and down, biting his lip at how smoothly it felt doing so, letting a heated exhale release from his open mouth.

"Smooth as fuck. You take care of your own dick, too?" He asked, getting only a soft sound from Stolas in return. "Hehehe, you take good care of this body, so I had a feeling you'd extend the treatment towards this monster here..."

He hissed a curse, then closed the distance, taking Stolas's cock with one hand and slapping it against his face, moaning. "Fuuuck, this dick is throbbing so much for me." He was getting precum on his face, but he didn't care enough to give it any mind, except to slap himself harder with the Goetia rod. He groaned, eventually rubbing the schlong all over his face, spreading the precum on his face around, making it damp and sticky.

He stuck his tongue out, salivating, and rubbed his face up and down, holding the owl's cock still, muttering praises under his breath as he arched his back, raising his ass to where his tail swung freely in the way, creating a soft swinging sound from how fast it went.

Stolas's features scrunched a little from his cock being rubbed against the warm, mildly sticky face of the imp servicing him. And thus, he let out a soft moan, his head lolling to the side. 

"Mmh," 

This was unheard of from Blitzo, who was now tapping his cock against his tongue, licking around it every so often. He was indeed going to suck all the cum out of this cock, but he wanted to show it some love first. But he couldn't do so for long, as he was hungry as fuck the longer he carried this on.

Thus, he only tapped the tip of Stolas' cock on his tongue for a little longer before he stopped and bobbed his head down, swallowing almost all of it in one go. He gagged, stopping just an inch or two before his chin met the owl's large balls, and his nose was even further from being buried in the feathery pubes. Like they were the last time he had his face fucked into submission. But it was close enough.

Slowly pulling up, the owl's cock was coated with Blitzo's spit accumulated from before, and his tongue swirling around all the way to the tip added to it. There, Blitzo's eyes darted to Stolas, whose brows were softly furrowed, and his breathing was mildly accelerated, but otherwise, he was still peaceful.

Then, returning his attention to the task at hand, he swallowed the owl again, this time, going straight to the hilt, going back again. From there, sucking Stolas off was all that occupied his mind right now. Having that girthy rod down his throat made him shiver with delight. It's what came with sharing Moxxie's love for sucking big dicks. And he was glad he took up on such a kink.

He repeatedly gulped down the schlong he held with both hands, putting his tongue to good use. Moaning with each bob of the head as he went, letting out wet gags and choking coughs every time his esophagus was blessed with the presence of cock.

"Hgk! Glk-! Glk-! Glk-! Glk....glkglkglkglk..." 

He didn't think too much about keeping his gurgles quiet, and didn't care to right now. He was showing that dick how much he loved it. How much he loved the person it was attached to, and how much cum it'd flood his throat with when he was done.

That was all that mattered. 

While he deepthroated Stolas, he also stroked his cock at the same time, twisting it around and around. He even rotated his head side to side, with his tongue spinning around the throbbing length as he did it. A technique he developed as he got better at handling dick as big as this. And he was using it on Stolas, who was receiving the same thing in his dreams.

He wonders even now if it's a good dream, because Stolas was now moaning loud enough for him to hear over the sound of him giving brain. 

"Bli...Blitzy..." The prince shuddered, twitching as he remained asleep, not knowing that whatever was occurring in his dream was occurring for real. "Yes..."

The imp had swallowed his entire cock again after hearing that, gurgling and hocking up spit as he stayed put, flexing his throat muscles around the pulsating tool. Those red-yellow eyes stared with lust at the peaceful face of Stolas, now noticeably twisted with pleasure. The head he was given was working its magic, and even better, not even causing him to stir outside of voicing his love for the imp's mouth.

Pulling up, Blitzo lets off the prince, leaving his meat covered in saliva. He spat on it, adding more to it before stroking it in with one hand, and going back in to suck down the first five inches, eager to finish him off. His other hand went to cradle his balls, taking notice that they pulsed in his grip and squeezed.

Doing that forced a soft groan out of Stolas, who was making more noise now than ever. "Ohh...yes, like...tha...that..."

"Mmhmmm!" Blitzo moaned, slurping the tip of Stolas's cock while twisting his hand around, jerking it, going faster now, and slobbering, too hungry to keep it clean. The cock in his mouth was throbbing more now that he thinks about it. Which meant he'd only have so much time to have it in his mouth before the inevitable. So he'd better make it count.


But at the same time, he wanted that Goetia nut as soon as possible. He couldn't decide on which way to go about it, but at the same time, he was sucking and stroking said Goetia at a faster pace, making him squirm and become louder.

He watched the owl's brows furrow and his features scrunch up as he heard him panting, moaning his impending release. Blitzo sucked him a few inches deeper, working him with both hands now, twisting and smoothly going up and down. And that was all he did, never settling for anything else, alongside watching his boy-toy finally react to the blowjob he was giving.

"Nnngh..." Stolas tensed, his head careening to the left, then slowly to the right as he gasped, twitching once.

Blitzo watched him with set, lust-filled eyes, doing what he did to drive him over the edge. In his mind, he was motivating Stolas to give him every drop of that Goetia sperm sloshing around in his balls. The owl before him was whining now, his head tilting back as his hips starting bucking upward.

"Ugh...unnnh! Unh, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Stolas warned, his voice slurred, whiny, and desperate, not giving any indication that he was awake. Not that it mattered with what happened seconds later.

Blitzo could only keep going, heeding his words, never slowing down until Stolas released a lengthy groan, and his mouth was overcome with a rush of hot, salty, owl nut.

"Mmmhh~!" 

He held Stolas's throbbing cock now, continuously sucking away even with all the cream spewing into his maw, being slurped up and swallowed as some leaked out the corner of his mouth, and was added to the saliva all over his cock, making the whole climax messy and all the more hot.

The sperm was even tastier than when he last had it shot down his throat; thus, he got as much of it as he was going to, making Stolas's orgasm more intense. The owl was letting out uncontrollable moans one after another, jolting on the bed and letting out pleasured/overstimulated hoots. Blitzo made him do all this and more, as well as give him every drop of nut he had.

Then, he takes the entire schlong in his mouth, gulping it and letting the last of the owl's orgasm end there.

The owl was left still asleep, yet his face was damp with sweat and red as the cape of his usual outfit. His face was disturbed by having suffered an intense orgasm. He was panting shakily, trembling slightly, and whimpering. The head he received was spectacular; that much he could say in his dream. And Blitzo was happy to help make it so.

The imp in question took time to pull up to the tip, making sure to suck up his saliva and the nut he neglected. When he pulled off with a pop, the owl's cock was left clean and damp with spit. The imp sat back, swallowing, and sighed contentedly.

Stolas's breathing soon quieted, and his snoring was again soft and peaceful. He recovered rather quickly. One quirk about him, he either liked or hated.

"Sweet dreams, Stols. Hope you liked the head," He said softly, crawling towards the sleeping Goeta, caressing his head, and leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.

And then he went down to kiss him on the mouth like before. This time, he did so more passionately, listening to the sound of the owl humming before he broke the kiss and stood up from the bed, making his way outside to the edge of the balcony.

He looked back at the owl, and his softening prick, snickering. Stolas would gather that whatever was going on in his wet dream had happened for real, and simply hold onto that memory until their next meeting.

"Ah, I'm so looking forward to sucking that thing dry later." He said to himself, licking his lips before he vaulted over the balcony, making his departure.