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Stolas had been drinking Belphegor’s Sleepyhead Tea for a week now, and for a week Blitzø had been so very good and had kept his claws to himself.
Poor Stolas hadn't been sleeping well. He'd adjusted to sleeping on the couch well enough, but now that they had an actual bed Stolas was barely sleeping through the night. Blitzø figured it was probably some self-loathing thing. Like maybe Stolas had felt like he deserved the shitty couch, and being in a slightly less shitty bed was giving him a complex or some shit.
He totally wasn't projecting at all there.
Blitzø had been so fucking respectful of Stolas' new nighttime routine. He'd gone a week without touching him, without fucking him to sleep like they had been doing since they'd gotten their own actual room.
Blitzø wanted to fuck him so bad it hurt. But he wouldn't, because this was good for Stolas.
“You know,” Stolas said on day seven. “I sleep like a rock when I drink this tea. Wouldn't it be just terrible if someone took advantage of me while I was asleep?”
“Who the fuck would even try? I'd kill their ass before they got in the room,” Blitzø had said, anger rising at the thought of someone trying to hurt his bird.
To his surprise, Stolas had rolled his eyes. “Yes, darling. I know. But imagine if some strong imp just so happened to find my supple body and did absolutely devious things to it,” he'd said, voice falsely coy.
“I'd fucking- wait. Hold on. Am I the imp?” he'd asked.
Stolas' eyes had lit up. “Now you're getting it, darling,” he'd said, before listing some of the absolutely filthy things that might happen to him while he was asleep.
Blitzø had gotten so hard he'd had to have Stolas right then and there on the kitchen counter. Loona had nearly murdered them for that one.
But Blitzø hadn't enacted his plans that night. No, he'd waited three days. Three days of desperately craving to touch his bird, but holding himself back. He wanted it to come as a surprise when he finally caved and ravaged him in his sleep.
Tonight though? Yeah, tonight was the night. He set up what he needed to, then joined Stolas for tea. Only he'd be having normal tea. It wasn't his sleeping ass that needed to be plowed.
Stolas had dressed in his slutty little nighty two nights in a row now. The white silky fabric just begged to be touched.
Stolas fell asleep almost immediately after he'd finished his tea, and was now breathing deep and steady. Fully under.
Keeping his eyes on Stolas' face, Blitzø reached out to press his hand against his chest over his nighty.
It was cute, a babydoll that barely covered his crotch, and Blitzø took great delight in running his hand down the silk until it reached the hem. Soft. Not as soft as the plush feathers sticking out of the top, but still very nice.
Stolas' breathing remained even, his expression peaceful.
Blitzø let his eyes roam from his face down his body. He trailed his hand back up to Stolas’ chest, careful not to bring the fabric of his nighty up with his hand. He wanted to keep him covered for now.
Blitzø tangled his fingers in Stolas' soft feathery tits. God, just this was getting him hard.
They'd tried something like this before, but Stolas had woken up before Blitzø had gotten his dick into him.
This time he swore he'd get inside of him before he woke up.
Blitzø let the fantasy wash over himself. He'd broken in, maybe to steal Stolas' Grimoire, but had found Stolas asleep on his big plush bed (he missed that bed). His body was so gorgeous, dressed in his slutty little outfit, and Blitzø hadn't been able to stop himself from slipping into bed with him.
“What kind of slut wears this to bed if he doesn't expect to be fucked,” Blitzø mumbled to himself as he toyed with the strap of Stolas' lingerie. “Gonna get yourself in trouble someday.”
Stolas didn't answer, just hooted out soft snores that had Blitzø's heart melting in his chest. Fucking cutie.
“I can tell you haven't been touched in a long time, pretty bird,” he whispered as he moved his hands down Stolas' body again and began inching his white babydoll up to expose him.
Blitzø slithered down the bed to get a better look. Stolas' legs were spread slightly, showing off just a peek of his bare cloaca. Fuck.
“No undies? You really are a whore aren't you?” Blitzø murmured.
He wasn't wet yet, but that could be fixed.
Blitzø tentatively reached out, spreading Stolas' legs further so that he could get between them and press one hot finger against his hole. Fuck, he was so warm down here. Smelled so good.
Blitzø traced his hole up to the top, where Stolas' clit lay, soft and inviting. Blitzø rubbed over it with the pad of his finger, grinning as he felt it stiffening under his touch.
His mouth began to water as the first signs of slick began to form between Stolas' legs. The smell of his arousal made Blitzø feel practically feral, but he kept his motions slow and even so that Stolas wouldn't wake up.
A gasp had him freezing up, scared that he'd woken Stolas already. But no, he was still asleep. Thank fuck.
Blitzø brought his other hand up and pressed a finger against the owl’s leaking little hole, rubbing at it until he'd managed to press one finger inside.
“Has anyone touched you like this before, princey?” he asked, his voice quiet. “I can't tell. You're acting like a slut, but this tight puss can't have been fucked for a while now.”
He pressed in further, before pulling almost all the way out again. Fuck. He was so hot inside, and his pussy was getting even wetter. Carefully, Blitzø began rocking his finger in and out, fucking Stolas on it.
“Fuck, that's pretty,” he said as he watched his finger disappear into Stolas' body over and over again. “Let's see if we can stretch this slutty little cunt enough for me to get my cock in it.”
He pressed the second finger against Stolas' pussy, and managed to get it inside. Satan, he was so fucking soft inside. Soft and tight and hot in a way that made Blitzø's cock throb.
Stolas whined, a sleepy sound that was barely audible under the slick noise of Blitzø finger fucking him.
Stolas' hips circled slightly, and Blitzø wondered if he was dreaming about being fucked. He hoped so.
“You needed this, didn't you?” he said, unable to shut the fuck up. “Needed something inside this neglected pussy. I bet you ache for it all the time. Poor thing. Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you. Gonna jam my cock so deep inside this pretty pussy that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.”
Blitzø added a third finger, pleased at how wet Stolas was. He was going to be a tight fit, but Blitzø was sure he'd be able to fuck his hungry hole if he could just manage to reposition them without waking Stolas up.
He pulled out gently, and Stolas made a little sound of displeasure, his brow wrinkling. Blitzø waited silently, until the look of annoyance faded from his face.
He gently repositioned them, pushing Stolas' legs up and gently sliding a pillow under his back. He was afraid that he'd wake him, but even that was hot. The thought of this powerful prince waking up to find an imp fucking him was delicious and dangerous.
“What would you do if you woke up, hmm? I think you'd be so fucking turned on you'd let me keep going. Let me fuck you, ruin you for anyone else,” Blitzø whispered as he lined his cock up. The head rubbed through the sticky mess leaking from Stolas' body, pressing against his hole not quite hard enough to breach him.
Stolas moaned softly, very much still asleep, but now squirming slightly. Blitzø had to be careful here. This was where Stolas had woken up last time.
Ever so gently, he pressed his cock head into Stolas' willing pussy. He paused, just inside, and looked up at Stolas. He was breathing more heavily than before, but he was still out.
“Gonna make you my bitch. You just lay back and take it, baby,” he said, moving his hips slowly forward, filling Stolas up. He lost his breath for a moment at the tight heat, knowing that he'd prepped Stolas well enough to make it smooth, but not so much that he wasn't going to feel the stretch when he woke up.
“Poor sleeping bird, bet you wish you were awake for this. Bet I'd have you screaming by now, begging me for more.”
Blitzø fucked into him slowly, pumping his hips as Stolas' hot walls clenched around his cock. He felt so dirty, so fucking bad for taking advantage of the sleeping bird, but so fucking good about it too.
“You're such a slut you want it even when you're asleep. Good thing I'm here to give it to you. You never know what kind of creeps could be lurking around,” Blitzø growled, his thrusts picking up.
Stolas whimpered softly, squirming in his sleep. The way he was moving made fucking him feel even better. It was like he was trying to take more of Blitzø's dick inside, even when he was pulling out.
Blitzø's cock was stretching Stolas' walls, and the tight grip was nearly too much. Blitzø was going to come, and soon.
He fucked Stolas a little bit harder, his legs starting to shake. How was he supposed to last when Stolas was so tight and took it so sweetly while he slept?
As his orgasm hit him he buried himself deep in Stolas' body, wanting to fill him up.
Fuck, Stolas was going to wake up aching, soaking wet, and full of cum.
Blitzø groaned fucking his cum back into Stolas' pussy, and only then did Stolas begin to stirr. Blitzø pulled out gently.
To his surprise, Stolas settled back down. Except that his hips were rocking down, and when Blitzø pressed a finger against his hole he found that it was fluttering and clenching around nothing.
Poor birdie. He wanted to come so badly, even in his sleep.
Fuck. Who was Blitzø to deny him. After all, he'd been such a good boy taking his cock.
Blitzø slid down the bed, burying his snout in Stolas' pussy. He licked a long stripe over his hole, gathering the delicious slick on his tongue.
Casting a quick glance up, Blitzø began to lick and suck at Stolas' clit. The hard nub was so much fun to play with, and soon enough Blitzø could tell that his bird was close.
Fucking hell, was Stolas actually going to sleep through coming? That Belphegor shit was good.
Blitzø roughly shoved a finger back into Stolas' cunt and sucked hard on his clit. Stolas' pussy walls clamped down as he came, a pathetic little noise escaping his beak. Shadows engulfed the room, and Stolas' form flickered, and for a moment Blitzø felt a stab of fear. But even that was sexy.
Blitzø chuckled to himself as he pulled back to find Stolas still asleep. Damn. That was impressive.
Blitzø would be worried, but Stolas was clearly struggling through his sleep haze now, his eyelids fluttering as he tried to rejoin the waking world.
“Blitzø?” he said, all soft and sweet, reaching for the side of the bed where Blitzø usually slept.
“Shh,” Blitzø soothed him, crawling back up the bed. “I'm right here. Go back to sleep.”
Stolas nodded his head, eyes already drifting shut again. “Had a good… dream…” he slurred as he fell back asleep.
Blitzø had to bite his lip to keep from laughing.
He waited until Stolas was well and truly asleep before he slithered off the bed and grabbed his phone, ending the recording he'd taken.
Stolas was going to fucking love watching it tomorrow when he was finally awake.
With that done, Blitzø slipped back into bed, and let himself fall asleep, already excited for what tomorrow might bring.