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Blitzo didn’t fuss that much about sex most of the time. He was good at it, if he was lucky his partner was too, it was hot and sweaty and felt good and then everybody went home one sexual experience richer.
Tonight was different. A lot different.
It had started with a question that had seemed innocent enough, about a month and a half ago.
“So all imps can bear young?” Stolas asked, tilting his head to the side with his chin resting on his knuckles.
“Huh? Oh yeah, most of us can. Girls tend to be luckier with carrying to term, but anybody could in a pinch.” Blitzo squinted at the lid of his coffee cup, licking the foam that had gotten stuck off. “Something to do with us dying off en masse all the time a bajillion years ago. The ones that survived diverged from one sex or something, I don’t fuckin’ know, I never paid that much attention in biology. Why?”
“Oh, nothing.” All four of Stolas’s eyes were laser-focused on him. “So you could get pregnant?”
Blitzo blinked. “Uh, yeah. I had a scare in college after a frat party, actually, I was lucky that the bitch musta been too boozed up to actually jizz in the right place and do any damage. Where’s this going?”
“Mmm… just thinking is all.” He’d dropped the idea there, and Blitzo had just figured that he’d been curious and half-forgotten. (Even though, as a Hellborn, Stolas should have damn well known. Yeah, fine, people in his position usually didn’t give half a shit about imps, but that was a pretty big fact to just… slip the mind.)
It had come up again after one of the meetings during the full moon. Blitzo had been half-asleep, already sore from working Stolas over, when the prince had batted playfully at his tail.
“How do you think you would look, round with child?”
Because of his exhaustion, it took a few seconds for the sentence to process, the hamster wheel in his brain that spun the neurons managing to unscramble his tired thoughts just long enough to let the words sink in.
“How would I what?” He pushed himself off the inviting pillows, scrubbing at his eyes, and Stolas gave a little laugh, sounding far more awake than he should after having his ass ground to a pulp.
“I was just musing to myself.”
“Was I seriously that boring? You sure seemed to enjoy it-” Stolas cut him off with a waving hand.
“Oh, your performance was incredible as always! It wasn’t that, it’s been on my mind for days now.” He cupped Blitzo’s cheek in his hand, large enough to nearly cover from his chin to the base of his horn. “I’ve always nursed the idea of a second child, but Stella is…” He paused to think of the right word. “Testy, and she doesn’t care as much for Via as I do, so I’ve never brought it up to her. But with you…”
“Wait, this isn’t just a fetish thing for next month’s roleplay?” Blitzo could buy a fetish thing, easy. But Stolas looked serious, or at least as serious as he could with ruffled and loose feathers still shedding off him with every movement.
Stolas shook his head. “No, this is earnest, darling.” His fingers pinched against Blitzo’s cheek before going back to caressing the skin. “I would more than compensate you for your time, of course- I wouldn’t expect you to do it for free.”
“You’d pay me… to knock me up, so you could have another kid.” The words sounded fake in his mouth. Fucking the guy once a month… fine, he could do that. It was even kind of fun sometimes, never mind the fact that he was usually pretty dead on his feet the next day by such an insatiable partner. That was what coffee was for. But this? This was the kind of absurdity you only came across in some schlocky porn manga.
“Yes, exactly!” Stolas smiled at him. “It’s only an offer, mind you- nothing needs to change if you don’t wish it to, but I promise it would be well worth it, and I would make sure your every need was taken care of for the duration.” His hand dipped down under the sheets to stroke over Blitzo’s abs, which tensed under the feather-light touch. “Think about it, won’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll think about it.” Blitzo tugged the blankets back over his shoulders and the conversation died.
A few days later, Moxxie slammed down the budget paperwork on his desk. Sure, business had been a little slow, but had getting a new AC unit and mini-fountain in the lobby really dragged them that far into the red?
Then, the billboard outside got vandalized and they didn’t have the funds to put up a new one, and even fewer people started coming in. Loona had gotten a little quieter, and he caught Moxxie and Millie whispering to each other, falling silent when he walked past and slammed the door so hard the dartboard next to it fell to the ground, nearly cracking in two.
Another week. Only one client.
Two more. Why hadn’t Moxxie saved more for slow periods like this?
Full moon. Stolas had sent him a cozy knit sweater to pretend he was, of all things, a sexy librarian. (He was keeping that one, it looked and felt great, although he had his doubts it would survive however much he was about to sweat his ass off in it.)
When Stolas was cuddled up against him afterwards, he swallowed down his pride. It was for the business, for Loona and Moxxie and Millie.
People did it all the time, how hard could it be, right?
“I’ll take your offer.”
“Mmm?” This time it was Stolas’s turn to sleepily reply. “About the overdue book?”
“No, not about the- the scene’s over, alright? About the, y’know…” He grabbed Stolas’s wrist and stuck the palm against his middle. “Kid... thing.”
That had Stolas slap his own cheek to wake himself up, something that would have almost been endearing if it hadn’t knotted Blitzo’s guts up like a drunken sailor.
“Excellent! That’s- that’s wonderful!”
“Before I seal my doom, how much money are we talking?”
Stolas fumbled for a moment, turning over before reaching into a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a check. A check that he’d apparently already written just in case Blitzo took the deal. Fucking hell.
When he set said check in Blitzo’s hands, though, Blitzo’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets- oh yeah, that would be more than enough to keep IMP running for probably the next five years.
“So you’ll do it?”
Blitzo’s fingers curled on the edge of the paper before setting it next to the lamp on his side of the bed.
“I’ll do it.”
Which led back to tonight. He’d opted for a casual outfit to pretend this was normal, a pink crop top and black skinny jeans, which he sorely regretted as he looked up at the fanciest goddamn hotel he’d ever seen in his life. There were marble statues hanging off the roof, and the front doors had intricate golden lettering etched into the glass. He was pretty sure he’d rub something off just by touching them. At least Stolas had sent him the key already, so he didn’t have to deal with the snooty-looking clerk who had hair piled up into a beehive with actual bees in it.
There was shag carpeting in the elevator too. Blitzo was pretty sure he’d inhale gold flecks if he just breathed in this place for too long. Stolas’s room was at least the one right across from the elevator so he could just slip the key in, and- and his feet had left the ground, his arms had been pinned to his sides, and his chest was pressed up against a whole lot of feathery fluff.
“Ah, there you are! I was worried you might get shy!”
“Shy? Me?” Blitzo raised an eyebrow, tail snapping in the air in annoyance, and Stolas chuckled.
“Of course, silly me. I’m just excited, this is…” He trailed off for a moment. It was rare that Blitzo caught him at a loss for words, considering most of the time it took a gag to shut him up. “This means a lot to me.”
“Right, right. Let’s just get this over with.”
Stolas’s grin fell only a little as he set him down on the bed. “Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?”
Blitzo sucked in a deep breath. “No, I haven’t. Just not really looking the most forward to getting bred like an animal, alright?”
“Oh, sweet Blitzy...” Stolas crouched down, kneeling in front of him. “That’s not what this is. I wanted to make something new with you.”
“Great choice, I’m a great guy, just wish it wouldn’t take six whole months and wreak havoc on this perfect bod,” Blitzo grumbled, but Stolas quieted him with a kiss.
“Shh, don’t think about that. Tonight is about the positives.”
“Like the test you probably have in your bag?”
“I don’t need a test, I’ll be able to sense them with my magic,” Stolas said. “Besides… I’ve dug up a fertility spell and already cast it on myself. It will work.” He eased himself up on the bed, body stretching up and up and blocking out the fancy chandelier light. From his peripheral vision, Blitzo could see that there was an impressionistic painting of a galloping stallion across the room. Had Stolas chosen this room for a reason or had it just been a coincidence?
Asking might pop the illusion that it had been for his benefit, so he just focused back on the owl who was watching him, eyes twitching as they took in every breath and drop of sweat rolling down the imp’s neck.
“Mmm, I could just eat you up…” It was only then that Blitzo realized Stolas was pantsless.
The fact that he normally topped meant he’d never considered just how goddamn huge the guy actually was. Maybe he was normal proportionally, who knew, but that was a whole lot of meat about to stuffed in a relatively small package, and Blitzo flipped on the best casual, confident grin he could muster, scooting back to drape himself over the silken pillows that were nearly as big as he was.
“Think you can get me wet before we get to the main event? I’d hate to start bleeding all over these nice sheets.”
Stolas gave an eager hoot. “I thought you’d never ask!” He bent forward, licking his beak as he unzipped Blitzo’s pants, tugging the underwear inside down before wiggling a hand underneath Blitzo’s butt to lift him up and slide both pants and underwear down, leaving Blitzo’s legs entirely free. “Sweet as ever…”
“You didn’t even taste it yet, c’mon,” Blitzo said, setting a hand on top of Stolas’s head and pushing it down between his legs. He was rewarded with a pointed tongue sliding into his entrance, Stolas lapping inside of him like he was an overheated runner handed an ice cream cone. “Y-yeah, just like that, good boy…”
Stolas’s beak pressed against Blitzo’s softening skin as he ate him out, moaning a bit as he did. Blitzo kept a hand on his head- he would have been happy to just keep Stolas there forever, comfortably warm pleasure shuddering throughout his body, but Stolas pulled back, whitish liquid dripping from his beak.
“That should help- I brought my own lube as well.”
“Peachy,” Blitzo said, resisting the urge to snap his legs shut. Sure enough, he could feel arousal dripping from between his legs and humped his hips forward at the cool air breezing past it from the loss of Stolas’s tongue. Stolas, kneeling on the mattress, couldn’t help but notice as he popped open the cap on the lube and started stroking his already erect cock.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll be filling you soon enough.”
Blitzo bit back the urge to swallow nervously. They were really doing this. It was for IMP. Just buckle down and do it, he’d be fine, it was better than having to lose Millie and Moxxie and everything he’d worked for. A flash of himself pinned under a yoga-ball-sized belly flashed in his head, and he waved at the air to dispel it. That was stupid, he was on the taller end for imps, it wasn’t like he was a Moxxie.
Then again, Stolas was much bigger than him, who knew- nope, cutting that train of thought out before it could fester into something nasty, this was fine, it was fine, it was fine. He’d done some weird fucking shit in his life, this was just another one on the pile, right?
“You look so tense…” Stolas cooed, the back of his hand stroking Blitzo’s cheek, and his eyes dropped down.
“Just getting into the mood,” Blitzo said. “We have any music in this fancy-schmancy joint? It’s too quiet in here.”
“It won’t be when we get going, but I believe there were speakers?” Stolas clapped his hands. “Play something sexy!”
“Playing,” a disembodied voice announced from above the bed, smooth jazz saxophones jamming away.
“Oooh, this was a good idea,” Stolas said, nuzzling against the heart on Blitzo’s forehead and drawing a pang out of the man’s actual heart for a moment before drawing back. “Now then!” His fingers curled around Blitzo’s thighs, wrapping all the way around the thin legs and keeping them open. “To business- or pleasure, or both in this case!” He lifted Blitzo just enough for the imp to wrap his legs around Stolas’s waist, and Stolas’s hands moved to Blitzo’s hips instead to get a more stable grip. The tip pressed against the entrance, and Blitzo tensed for just a moment again before forcing himself to relax.
“Are you gonna put it in or not?”
“Just taking you in… I don’t see you spread out this way very often,” Stolas said, smiling so wide that all four of his eyes were squinting a little. “It’s beautiful… no art can compare.”
They’d already fucked in just about every way Blitzo knew how, but that was the thing that nearly brought an actual flush to his cheeks. “Yeah, yeah, I’m pretty, we both know that.”
“We do,” Stolas agreed, the tip of his cock breaching Blitzo and pressing in his inner walls. “Still, I enjoy saying it. You’re gorgeous, and you’ll look even more perfect and lovely and enticing when you’re full of the life we’re making together…”
“Geez, I thought you’d just be telling me I’m a good broodmare or some shit, what’s with all this sappy stuff?” Blitzo’s fingers clenched and unclenched at the sheets. Stolas entered so slowly, it was almost worse than if he’d just slammed in all at once, each nerve on his inner walls being teased one by one.
“I can do both!” Stolas replied. “But if you insist…” His grip on Blitzo tightened as he pushed in the rest of the way, a good half of his cock sheathing in Blitzo in seconds and getting a drool-soaked ‘fuuuuuuck’ out of the imp. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah, actually…”
“Mmm, not often imps get personal treatment like this from a member of the Ars Goetia, you’re a special one, aren’t you?” Stolas leaned forward to capture Blitzo’s mouth in a kiss again, and Blitzo’s arms reached up to wrap around his neck, keeping himself up so he wasn’t forced to stare up at Stolas’s eyes that were looking at him with a combination of lust and pure adoration that peeled him open- and that he couldn’t quite deal with right now. His tongue was at home in Stolas’s mouth as it was in his own, and Stolas clearly felt the same, even as he tasted of rich chocolates that he must have snagged from the room before Blitzo had even gotten there.
His new position left him clinging to Stolas like a koala as the prince pulled out just enough to leave him wanting before slamming back in. Blitzo swore he could feel the bulge in his middle, the bastard was that fucking huge, but the pain and the pleasure were mixing in a delirious mess as he tried to mindlessly fuck himself on the throbbing rod already up to the hilt in him, the strand of saliva breaking as he pulled back his head and settled it in the gap between Stolas’s shoulder and his neck. “D-damn, you’ve been holding back on me during those full moon funtimes, huh?”
“I like letting you take control,” Stolas said simply. “But tonight, you’re mine- and you’ll be mine for the next six months, swelling full of our child.” He slid out again, and Blitzo’s grip tightened as Stolas pushed back in, stretching him to his limits and then some. Fire burned between his legs and throughout most of his lower torso, but goddammit, why did this feel so fucking hot? “You’re a perfect little specimen, and I’ll make sure to protect you so your body won’t burn out from carrying a royal demon.”
“Wait,” Blitzo shook his head to clear it as Stolas dragged out and drove his way back in. “So my body won’t what?” he yelped.
“Nothing you need to worry your sexy little head about,” Stolas said even as Blitzo started squirming.
“Uh, yeah, if it might kill me it-”
“I won’t let it kill you, relax! Do you think I’d go to all this trouble if it wouldn’t work?” Stolas’s tone dipped to irritation for just a moment. “Don’t you trust me?”
Blitzo was pretty sure that any answer other than ‘yes’ would be really fucking bad, so he just bit into Stolas’s shoulder, getting a moan and a distraction out of the bargain. “Just keep fucking me, alright?”
“Gladly,” Stolas replied, bouncing Blitzo on his cock as he tilted his head back. There was nothing but the sounds of wet slapping for a few seconds before Stolas tensed, and Blitzo knew what that meant.
“Do you want me to come inside?” Stolas whispered, and Blitzo’s eye twitched before he nodded.
“Fucking do it.” He paused before adding, voice a bit hoarser. “Make me a daddy again.”
When Stolas came, it flooded Blitzo in bursts- if it was the fertility spell or the dude just jizzed buckets in general he had no idea, but it immediately bloated out his waist like he was a month or two pregnant already. The friction from Stolas’s cock combined with the sudden pressure forced out a ‘fuck!’ as Blitzo came too, leaking around Stolas’s cum that was already seeping right back out considering Blitzo had no room left inside.
Both of them were left panting before Stolas even pulled out, and after lying Blitzo down on the pillows, Stolas immediately started prodding at the abused entrance with his fingers.
“Ah!” He pulled his hand back, spreading the sticky goo between his index and middle fingers. “It looks like a plug is already forming… conception could take a few hours, but that will make sure nothing escapes until then.”
“Joy,” Blitzo muttered, one hand already instinctively cupping his middle as Stolas rolled off the bed to grab them both towels from the bathroom. He couldn’t help but look down at it, palm resting flat on the bloated skin.
Six months.
He could do this.