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One would think that being at a ball hosted by King Paimon himself for all of Hells most prestigious royals would at least be some level of entertaining. And yet, here you were sitting at one of the white table cloth tables, in an absolutely gaudy purple dress, board out of your damn mind while sipping on an aged blood drink. At least that was pretty good, the expensive stuff. You leaned back on your chair and dropped your head back in exasperation, looking up at the fancy ceiling with many a crystal chandelier. As always way too uncomfortably bright for your bat senses.
It probably didn't help that you were here by force. Your soul has been passed around Hell's nobility for over a millennia at this point, all due to your very convenient power - being able to turn your blood into anything ranging from the deadliest poison to an end all be all panacea. Your latest "employer" and the one most hellbent on keeping it that way, was Paimon himself. And he, on top of sequestering you away in a hideout that was more dungeon than safehouse and using you as a personal stress relief toy due to your regeneration factor, liked to bring you out of hiding to these events on the arm of some of the Goetia princes or other.
You closed your eyes briefly, wondering if there was at least some chance you could sneak away. Get some sort of reprieve from all of this. Honestly a break, a distraction from everything would do you good. One person can only go so long being used as a blood and punching bag by a Goetia King without at least some sort of not-terribleness without going insane.
"Well, don't you look like you are having so much fun?" You hear a teasing hoot from the side and turn to see your friend, Stolas, sashaying towards you.
You've known each other for a few centuries by now, having met at another one of these kind of events and hitting it off. Being one of the direct sons of Paimon, as well as Guardian of the Stars, he had some pull in the family, which allowed him to come around your hideout and sneak you drinks, books, drawing supplies and even skulls for your collection. You wouldn't say you were super close by this point, but close enough that you knew a lot of his own struggles and have shared much of your own past with him.
"Ughhhh save me from this torment birdy." You complained sitting up more straight, "I don't even know why I'm here, Paimon just grabbed me and hauled me over here for no reason."
"I'd love to darling, but we both know that would likely make matters worse," The owl gave you a tight lipped smile and you rolled your eyes in both agreement and exasperation, "But! I can offer a fine distraction!"
Stolas downed his half full wine glass with practiced ease and put it down on the table next to you then offered his hand with a luxurious bow. His billowing blue robes that looked like they held the stars in their fabric helped with his dramatics. In response you giggled and finished your own drink, then followed him to the dance floor, leaving one wine and one whiskey glass with red residue gleaming on the table.
He twirled you expertly, sliding easily into a graceful waltz. Instantly your mood elevated as your stepped into your dancing feet, swinging merrily with the much taller bird. You couldn't help but be reminded of how you first met, having bumped into each other on the dance floor similar to this one. You had been under Paimon for a couple of centuries by then, and Stolas would have been considered a teenager despite also being over a hundred years old. You two had almost tripped and fell due to your own sub-par dancing partners at the time - his fiancé and some other goetia prince or other you were forced to come with. An apology dance and a few inappropriate jokes later he agreed to see if could make your life a little easier.
"Dancing with you always feels like stepping on clouds, it never gets old." Stolas cooed through another few steps, now the floor starting to clear out to watch you dance. You specifically, your aura filling the room with delight.
"You are quite light on your feet as well birdy." You fired back twirling around behind his back in a teasing spin before returning to his hands.
"Oh please, compared to you? Blessed by the old gods and alive for centuries more? I hardly measure up." He returned, unbothered by the fact that he basically turned into your dancing accessory as the entirety of the ballroom watched your ethereal movement, unable to look away. He didn't care, it wasn't about that. "But it will never stop me from trying to cheer you up."
He dipped you low and graceful, not bothering to put a safety hand behind you because he knew you wouldn't fall with such a simple move and popped you back up just in time for you to respond, "Thanks, it means a lot." But you noticed he had a look on his face like he wanted to say something, his lips pursed and his fingers oddly fidgety. The kind of nervousness he only ever shows when something is up with his wife. "What's up? Something happen with Stella?"
"I can never get anything past you, can I?" The bird sighed heavily but a relieved fondness filled his features, "I guess I might as well tell you - Stella is pregnant." If you were any worse of a dancer you would have tripped.
"What? How did you - " You tried to ask how in the world that went. Considering the marriage was arranged, emotionally as well as - you had an inkling - physically abusive, and you were pretty sure the man was gayer than a unicorn prancing over a rainbow, despite him being oblivious it. Nevermind the fact that Stella is just a bitch no matter which way you slice it.
"Oh it was deeply unpleasant and I would really rather not recall it at all!" The owl responded in a rush, huffing through a look of pure disgust. "But you know how Paimon is, we've been married for a few decades now and he insisted on that precautionary heir."
You turned through a few notes, looking at your friend with sympathy, "Well, I know its not ideal, but perhaps the bundle of joy will be a silver lining to it?"
Of course you had no way of knowing how right you would be in those words. Not only for Stolas, but for yourself, as the resulting little girl became a joy for you both, as well as paved the way to an eternal friendship between you two. The owl prince destined to go from a pleasant friend to your closest and best friend in all the realm - and your greatest wingman. Alas, divination was not part of your powers and you couldn't even know how much of a theme that would be this evening.
"I do hope." Stolas extended a hand to let you fall away briefly then brought you back into his arms, "That is if I'm not dead to all of Stella's demands by the time the egg drops."
"Hahahaha oh dear, I can only imagine." You giggled.
The two of you continued your dance, for a moment forgetting about all your personal torments. But, as the events of 200 years from now have not happened yet, you were still sure that all good things had to come to an end. That you will never be free, no matter how much of your blood was spilled to achieve it. And so, the song ended and your movements slowed to a standstill, reality settling back down into your bones. Resigned to letting the moment pass, you were about to let Stolas go as he surely was about to get an earful from the aforementioned wife. But before you so much as made a few more steps you heard a low voice with a jovial glint call to you from behind.
"May I have the next dance?"
You turned to see King Asmodeus, or as you like to call him - "Ozzie! Surprised to see you here, you usually avoid these like the plague."
"Would if I could! Alas, I had business with Vassago and this is the only place he could not avoid me." He reasoned with narrowed, clearly annoyed eyes, before brightening up again, "but then I saw you and it all became worth it!"
"Flirt." You rolled your eyes fondly.
"Ooohhoooo! How wonderful!" Stolas clapped his hands brightly," I was worried I'd have to go appease the B-I-T-C-H and leave you alone but it looks like you may yet have some entertainment for the evening. " He winked and finger waived with a last silent "Todalooo!"
Your shoulders shook in silent laughter, and you took Ozzie's offered hand with a smile on your face. If Stolas loomed over you Ozzie was practically the Eiffel tower it self. He was always imposing, with his wide shoulders and sultry bravado. Sexy as all hell, but that was to be expected form the embodiment of Lust. What many didn't expect though, was that he was actually quite an inventor - of the sex toy kind but still - and an absolute softie.
"I see the young prince is privy to some of our past trysts." Ozzie said pulling you into a faster dance than previous.
"He has become a close friend over the years, I do hope I see him around more." You confessed, then teased back, "Don't tell me the King of Lust is shyyyyyy ~"
"Ohhhohoho!" He laughed leaning his head back then snapping his face right next to yours, "Never."
"Are you sure?" You trailed a finger down his chest, tugging lightly at the fur pocking out from his white and blue suit.
"You are playing a dangerous game, lass." Ozzie led you through a pirouette. His tone turning dark and suggestive.
"Oh please, like you didn't come over here with the intent to play games." You laughed, managing to grab a rooster feather during a turn and twirl it in your finger's with a gentle pull, "I'm just getting my advantages where I can get 'em."
"You have plenty of advantages." Asmodeous hissed an intake of breath.
The song ended and you stepped away with a grin turning around to walk towards the deserted hallways behind the ballroom of Paimon's palace. You heard a low whisper of "Fuckin' siren." from Ozzie and you knew he would not be far behind.
In fact you had barely rounded the corner, when Ozzie appeared in front of you out of practically no where lifting you by your thighs and pinning you to the wall with a hot feverish kiss. Pushing an indulgent moan out of you.
"Mmmhhh by the Gods Oz, what has gotten into you today?" You managed to get out as the kiss parted and the sin before you switched focus to your neck and lower. Not that you were complaining, this was your goal the moment you saw him after all. But this was a little too easy, even for you. Sure, Ozzie's mind was either his sex gadgets, sleep, or gutter but still.
"You aren't the only one who can observe little spitfire, I've known you for the better part of a millennium," Ozzie huffed between tantalizing licks and bites of your chest, "I can tell when you need a nice fling to get your mind of things."
Hmm. A fling. That is what both you always called whatever this was. Once in a while when opportunity arose, things like this would happen. It wasn't always this of course, just a century ago you cried on Ozzie's shoulder after Paimon purposefully dredged up some bad memories from the past as a separate form of torture. And a few before that you saved his life after a fight with Satan, healing him with your powers. He was a sweet man, with more genuine love in him than one could imagine in Hell. You simply weren't the ones for each other and you both knew it because despite the affection and care you both held, you didn't have much in common. Your inability to muster up romantics feelings since the betrayal that landed you in your current predicament didn't help in the matter either. Regardless, one could hardly deny the benefits of physical comfort and a well timed distraction from someone who you knew you could trust to always keep it in good fun - nothing more, nothing less.
"Hm, well, if that's the case I trust you to make it memorable." You took a handful of his blue hair and pulled, making his next words come out with a broken grunt.
"Wouldn't dream of doing anything else."
The two of you kept making out, pawing at each other's clothes while slowly making your way down the abandoned corridors with you mostly cradled in Ozzie's large arms. Normally you may be a little more careful with your clothes but you hated this goddamn dress. You wore black, always. Paimon knew that and constantly got you the brightest most gaudiest dresses to wear to these things. So frankly, you wouldn't mind if Asmodeous tore this thing to shreds by time you were done here.
For better or worse, the lack of you paying attention to the state of your attire was indicative of neither of you paying attention to anything in general. As the large wooden door Ozzie took you through to get out of the hallway at the first sound of voices turned out to be a kitchen, specifically a staging one for all the various deserts that were supposed to be put out for the ball later. Multiple tables stood side by side covered with sweets, each one with a different type prepared. Some chocolate, one full of magically preserved ice cream cakes, and many more.
But all you knew as you were carried in and the door slammed behind you, was it was awfully hot and you were not getting anywhere you wanted to with all this fabric in the way. So you roughly pulled on Ozzie's suit, the two flimsy buttons popping open and practically taking the coat of themselves as the clothes sprang to the sides. The King of Lust took the hint, readily shrugging the suit off and practically ripping the button down under himself, somehow managing to never part from your lips.
Your dress was already in tatters, and now it all but fell away as the Ozzie took another swipe at it, his hot fingers brushing against the soft skin of your breasts. With expertise only seen in the embodiment of lust he trailed love bites all of over your neck and chest. "Mmmhhhggg, AH!" You squirmed at one particularly well placed nip at a sensitive spot. "Oz, that's cheating!" You accused him. After all he was clearly using his - as he himself so cleverly pointed out - knowledge of you for the better part of a thousand years.
"What did you say about advantages?" He replied with an open mouthed breath to your nipple before putting his mouth on it and swirling his tongue in a perfect circular motion, soliciting another unbidden moan from you. He took care of pulling and kneading between softer kisses, forcing to throw your head back in pleasure, holding on desperately by the tangled fingers in his hair. Making Ozzie groan in sweet pleasure as you absentmindedly pulled it. He finished with one only to give the other the same amount of attention, letting his cool saliva cool the first. He never was afraid to get dirty.
Once satisfied with his work Ozzie languidly kissed back up to your lips, letting you down as he went presumably with the plan to actually look around and find a good place to fuck on. In the quick moment his lips recaptured your own, you noticed there was a table behind him, it seemed like it had some dishes on it but whatever. A few may get ruined but not a huge deal. You were momentarily distracted by him vanishing his pants, reveling the large demonic cock. Dark blue transitioning to a lighter cyan color at the tip, entirely unmanageable honestly but there is magic for that.
You took a clawed finger and traced tip to base then back lightly, grinning at the shiver that caused accompanied by an involuntary step backwards to regain some balance. As he stepped back you hooked an ankle behind his foot. Your intent was to make him sit on the table behind him so you could climb on his lap. But you had severely underestimated just how distracted the King of Lust was by your antics, and as such his paltry step turned into a less than graceful fall backwards.
"Ahhh! Fuck!" He exclaimed as his back lower back hit the table top only for it break in half with a resonating CRACK! His hand was still wrapped around your waist so you came with him to his down fall - at least ending up sitting on his thighs like you intended. The two halves of the table folded together like spring boards sending fireworks of puff pastry and their filling up in the air and then tumbling back down onto the two of you.
Ozzie just laid there dazed for a second, apparently disoriented by the sudden change in orientation. The hand not on you splayed to the side, its fingers now covered by filling from the deserts it fell in to. Playing it off cool you picked one up off of his chest, a kind of filled cannoli, and took a bite, chewing it slowly, "Hmm. Looks like we are having desert early."
At that the King lifted his head up a bit to look at your smug grin. Well, since there are already ruined, you thought, might as well have some fun. You took the cannoli in to the palm of your hand and brought it over Ozzie's monstrous cock and squeezed, the filling falling lazily from the inside of the pastry and on to it. As it hit the tip, the rod twitched and you pressed the rest of your palm on it in a filthy caress.
"You are so...." Whatever he was going to call you was abruptly cut off by a strangled moan as you lowered your mouth on his now sweets covered cock. You let off, then languorously licked the side, smearing the cream as you went before taking it as far as you could again then repeating the motion on the other side. "Fuuuuuccckkkkkkkkkkk." Ozzie hissed out.
With a giggle you began pumping your palm up and down the base of the cock, making up for what you couldn't take in your mouth, twisting your wrist periodically to pull more gasps out of your partner. You didn't hold back at all, jumping straight into every trick you've found over the years to make Ozzie cave and break. After all the King of Lust has practically zero refractory period. A large hand tangled in your hair, gently brushing against your ears, one thumb rubbing away the pooling tears from your eye lashes. "You are gorgeous little spit fire." He whispered before a broken "Ah!" Escaped from his throat at the same time as he threw his head back and came into your mouth, hot, tingly, and tasting mildly of blueberries.
With kittish laps you cleaned up the mixture of cream and cum left over before crawling up Ozzie's body, lips trailing from his hips to his abdomen and chest. Accidentally bumping another piece of desert sitting around his collarbone, a small two-bite pastry on your way there. You took into your mouth, bringing it with you to Ozzie's lips who brought his head back down. He gave a surprised hum, but bit down on the morsel offered, the gesture turning into a slow kiss for a few moments until you pulled away to finish your bite.
You hovered above his cock, palms on his chest, vaguely gesturing at the monster below you with your eyes, "Would you do the thing please?"
With an understanding nod Ozzie pressed two fingers onto your abdomen and traced a small sigil. It glowed blue momentarily before fading to black. It allowed you take him entirely without pain or discomfort, a useful trick of Ozzie's you've figured out a few centuries ago when his form got bigger from the amount of power he possessed. Considering the size difference here it was useful. "There you are, spitfire."
With that you went down slow, allowing time to adjust to the fill inside. "Mmmmhhhphh" you sighed in a mixture of pleasure and relief, the cock might as well have pushed whatever dark thoughts were in the back of your mind completely out, at least for the moment. The magic made the union comfortable, but it didn't stop it from feeling it was breaking you apart in half.
"Ohhhh Satan your so tight Y/n! AH!" He gasped, a little too loudly. You opened one eye and spotted a very convenient cheese Danish to the side of Ozzie's head. You picked the thing up then pushed your self down, earning yourself another open mouthed groan which you used to stuff the Danish right into the sin's mouth. His eyes shot open in confusion, "MMppppgghhhh!!"
"Keep that there." You ordered continuing your decent. Ozzie just looked at you with wide eyes over the tip of the pastry sticking out of his mouth. You thought he was about either just swallow the thing whole or spit it out as you bottomed out, but he just swung his head back with a muffled groan, being nicely obedient.
So you decided to tease him some more, this was meant to be your little distraction wasn't it? Might as well make the most of it. Slowly you lifted yourself back up all the way out, inch by agonizing inch, only to repeat the motion down. Then again, and again. By the fourth time Ozzie was wiggling under you from frustrating under stimulation. By the fifth he was growling through the Danish in his mouth. You stilled at the bottom again watching his chest rise and fall rapidly a few times before grinding your hips back and forth, more for your own pleasure than anything but it still made the King of Lust look at you incredulously again and you laughed heartily in response.
Giving him a little bit of relief you picked up pace going up and down, using him for your pleasure unabashedly. After all, Ozzie was not the only one with centuries worth of knowledge of the other's kinks. The king of Lust, loved nothing more than being the object of his own sin. To be used as nothing more than a fuck toy being one of his greatest pleasures.
"Mmmhh, you fill good King, such a good toy." You pushed that kink button harder, leaving your partner unable to hold back his own hands from grabbing around your waist, smearing some cream on your side.
But you kept going, grinding your hips again driving his cock deep inside you, building both of your pleasure. Until it snapped and you let yourself fall all the way down to ride out the high, rolling your head to he side with a pleased sigh. Feeling with satisfaction the twitch of Ozzie's dick as he almost got to completion, but not quite. You weren't even intending to edge him, but hells below you will take it.
"You know. Kh-hem. Mh." Ozzie said in between bites of the Danish, letting gravity pull it into his mouth, "Damn these are good. Mwhhh. You are one hell of a tease."
As the high ebbed you looked down at him through lidded eyes, "And what are you gonna do about it?"
"The better question is what I don't plan to do about it."
"Big talk."
"Big dick." He corrected suddenly hoisting himself up, putting hid face inches from yours with a huge grin. "And its my turn."
With that he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder pressing multiple soft kisses on your ankle. The other he folded into you, pulling you close with one arm, getting the angle just right as he pushed his cock all the way in. You could have sworn he was in your womb, deeper maybe, silently great-full that you were a sinner so there was no chance of conception. He rolled his hips pressing on every sensitive spot inside you, at the same time as pressing a thumb into your already sensitive nipple, and using the hand wrapped around you to press you flush against him.
He increased his movements, pulling out slowly then snapping his hips roughly. "Ohhhhh... ahhh fucking hell Oz." You whimpered wrapping your arms around his neck, muffling yourself against the fur he had there. But he wasn't giving you any reprieve this time, dialing up both the speed and force once again until the noise of your mewls and the wet sound of skin connecting echoed through the kitchen. Each movement hit your sweet spot with deadly accuracy, racking up the tension in no time.
"Mmhhh, let go for me, come on." He whispered tantalizingly in you ear, giving it a wet lick to the tip, "Let me feel you break."
The words sent you over the edge and you hugged him tight in your euphoria, flying higher and higher with every following thrust until he painted your insides white with a silent open mouthed scream. There was so much, just moments later you felt the slick drip from around his cock, still nestled within you. Your body gave in waves, each one turning your muscles more pliant and warm.
"AH!" You yelped in surprise as you were suddenly flipped on to your back with Ozzie on top of you, completely engulfing your smaller form with his own giant one. He captured your lips in another searing kiss, slotting them together perfectly, his tongue pushing into yours with confidence. The sin let you go when you were completely out of breath, only to duck down in one swift motion to your folds pressing his tongue against it, covering all of it in one filthy lick.
You had to stifle the scream that came from that hot appendage caressing your already mildly overstimulated clit by clamping a hand over your mouth. Ozzie cackled before grabbing your thighs pulling you into him, sucking the mixture of juices out of the two of you with sinful precision. Pushing his tongue all the way to your G-spot intermittedly, only to pull back and give your clit another caress. Not letting up until yet another orgasm ripped through you, making your body convulse from the feeling of pleasurable electricity bouncing from your core to the tips of your fingers.
"Ahhh-hahhh-ahh—- shit." You panted out, earning yourself another heartily laugh from the sin. Opening your eyes and looking up you saw a very happy Ozzie, smiling at you widely.
"I dunno about you," He said pulling you into his embrace and peppering sweet kisses on your neck, "but I am never looking at a puff pastry the same again."
You looked around to see the mess of them still around you and grabbed one, handing it to Ozzie for a bite before taking your own. After swallowing you agreed, "Me neither."
"Good." He laughed, nuzzling your cheek with his own. For a little while the two of you sat there, relaxing in the afterglow. Ozzie brushed the top of your head with a few fingers, pressing plush comforting kisses all over. Meanwhile you leaned into his chest, tracing claws through the fur in his chest. This was always a nice part of your encounters with Ozzie. He took pride in Lust being an art, a mutual journey to pleasure, and as such always made sure you came down softly.
Despite the warm embrace of the moment, there was something missing, something you wouldn't find until much later, with some one else. And there was always the reality of your predicament hanging over your head, nagging no matter how nice this felt in the moment. But you would take anything you can get by now.
"Let's get cleaned up. I don't want you getting in trouble on my account." Ozzie exhaled finally as he held your hand, helping you up to your wobbly feet. He snapped his fingers and you were suddenly in another dress, a black one just the way you like it. That will surely raise some question when you had to go back to your safe house with Paimon later, but it was worth it as far as you were concerned. You looked over Ozzie, almost jumping right out of your new dress when you noticed his arm.
"Ozzie!" You grabbed it seeing splinters and a few cuts, presumably from the now absolutely ruined table, "Why didn't you say anything!"
"Ahahah, don't worry spitfire, it simply wasn't a priority. Besides, you know I have a proclivity for mixing pain and pleasure." He chuckled, but let you pick up his arm anyway. Knowing he wasn't winning this fight.
You reached for the tatters of your old dress to find your pocket knife and cut your wrist, handing it to Ozzie. He knew the drill by now, placing a lazy lick across your forearm and smacking his lips. It didn't even make you pause. A doze of pain killers first, before your wrist healed and you made another cut to apply a healing mixture on to the wounds directly. "Still! You should have said something."
"Ever such a gentle healer. I do hope when you finally get out from Paimon's claws you won't forget about little ol' Ozzie." He sighed, melancholy filling his voice.
"Oh please, you know you can always come to me." You assured him - completely avoiding the impossibility of such a wish - finishing working on his arm and letting him snap himself into a new suit just like his old one.
"I do hope you find someone." The King said sincerely after a small pause, pulling you close into him for a hug. You obliged, wrapping your arms around his surprisingly thin waist.
"I won't be getting my hopes up." You scoffed, "I hope you find some one too though. Well... You'd have to find someone as bad as you."
"Hah, yeah that will be hard. But who knows. Hell might yet surprise us. Perhaps you may see that starlight you told me about in someone's eyes." Oh. You had forgotten you told him about the moment you died, the wish you made back then. You and Stolas may have more in common as friends, but by this point you've simply known Ozzie longer. He rubbed your back soothingly, waiting for your response.
"Maybe. Maybe." You replied breathily, pulling away and looking back up at his warm expression. You really didn't want to get your hopes up, but something about the King of Lust being so blatantly caring, made you want to believe. Even for a brief moment - that maybe, just maybe, it was possible.
"Oh what the fuck." A disgruntled voice came from the door, dragging the both of you out of the haze, and you turned around to see a very upset chef.
Oooops.