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Wrath was a brutal ring in Hell. The recent flaming twisters managed to kill four ranchers this week. Agnar was tired of helping bury the bodies of the dead. He was asked because the other imps looked up to him, being larger than the average imp. He could help carry a load.
He enjoyed the thrill of combat, not seeing the waste of innocence lying strewn about like discarded dolls. He hated seeing the weepy families as he launched the bodies into their shallow grave.
Agnar holstered his gun and mounted his trusty steed, Sundance. He rode his horse hard, trying to forget the fiery destruction he was leaving behind. There was only one thing that could make him forget all of the horrors he had witnessed, only one demon that could make him feel whole again.
Flint.
Agnar could feel his cock hardening just thinking about his lover, a smaller imp with large horns that was the biggest hothead for such a small-statured man. His grip on the reins tightened with anticipation. Flint would be irritated that he was late. That would mean they would be fucking rough tonight.
Rounding the bend, passing an active lava flow from a nearby volcano, Agnar came upon a ranch nestled in the prairie. He arrived at the gate of the paddock and swung off of Sundancer. He gently led his steed into the enclosure with Flint’s other hell horses. Agnar removed the saddle and carried it into the stable. He wiped his brow with his sleeve, the sweat dripping down his face.
He returned to Sundancer, removed the harness, and kissed his snout.
“Get, Sundancer,” he ordered. The horse neighed in response and ran off, chasing the others in the field.
“You were out later than you promised.”
He turned to see Flint leaning against a column on the porch of the ranch.
Agnar sighed, “There were a lot of casualties this time.”
“What a waste,” Flint spat out in disgust. “They should have died in a fight or something more dignified.”
“Mmmm, I love it when you get fierce,” Agnar murmured, pulling Flint into a tight embrace.
Their tails twisted together, their spades rubbing together. Flint let out a moan.
Agnar chuckled, “Your spade was always more sensitive than mine.”
“Shut up,” Flint snarled as he swung Agnar against the wall.
“So this is how it’s going to be tonight? Where we fight for dominance?” Agnar breathed.
“What fight? I know you need me,” Flint unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing a large throbbing cock with two sets of spikes on either side. Flint grabbed Agnar's horns and yanked him down until he was on his knees.
"Suck me dry, cowboy," he ordered.
"Dad?"
Stolas sputtered as he nearly dropped his book into the sand.
"Via, darling, I didn't hear you walk up. What is it?"
Octavia rolled her eyes. “Loona and I have had enough sun and want to head back to the beach house.”
“Oh, that’s fine, you girls have fun.” Stolas looked around the beach. “Where is Blitzø?”
He’s still in the water,” Loona smirked as she walked up to Ocavia’s side, eating some curly fries.
Sure enough, Blitzø was body surfing a massive wave. He got a little too ahead of it and was swept up in the riptide, crashing into the beach. Blitzø emerged from the water, sputtering angrily, until he looked up and noticed Stolas and their daughters watching him. He grinned, giving them a wave and a thumbs-up. Stolas giggled.
“You girls go ahead. I think we will stay on the beach a little longer.”
“Suit yourself,” Loona shrugged. “Come on, Via, let’s leave these two knuckleheads.”
Ocavia chuckled, “Bye, Dad!”
“Bye, Via, Loona,” Stolas said cheerfully. Stolas’ heart warmed seeing their daughters get along so well. Ever since Via came back into his life, the pair had been inseparable, and he would always be grateful to Loona for taking his Starfire under her wing.
He turned back to watch Blitzø in the water. He smiled fondly, watching the imp jump and dive over the waves. It was rare to see Blitzø so carefree, so blissfully happy that he relished these opportunities for his boyfriend to relax and have some fun.
Plus, Stolas couldn’t complain about the view. The way water droplets rolled down Blitzø’s chiseled chest, the way his swim trunks hung low, exposing the deep cut of his hip bone. He sighed, wanting Blitzø’s company but also not wanting to interrupt his revelry.
Stolas wondered why he hadn’t suggested a vacation in Envy sooner. Even better, Vassago had offered his beach house with access to a private beach, the perfect getaway. Stolas opened his book again, eager to continue reading since he had stopped at such a tantalizing part.
Agnar obeyed, sinking to his knees, greedily taking his lover’s cock in his mouth. His tongue rolling under the spikes, eliciting a hiss from Flint. Spurred on, he gripped the base of the cock, pumping up and down while hollowing out his cheeks, drool pooling out of his mouth.
“Whatcha reading there, Stols?”
Stolas looked up, flustered to see Blitzø walking up the beach. He was soaked, his bathing suit leaving nothing to the imagination, clinging against his dick. Stolas swallowed and blushed when he finally noticed his legs were tightly pressed together, his butt making a small indentation into the sand under the beach towel, where he had been unconsciously rocking his hips.
Blitzø stopped at the edge of the towel and looked down at Stolas with a certain glint in his eyes, which Stolas knew meant he had read his body language like an open book. Blitzø quickly stuck out his tongue, and Stolas knew without a shadow of a doubt that Blitzø could scent his arousal. Stolas’s grip on his novel grew tighter, waiting for Blitzø’s to call him out.
“Mmm, you look a little tense there, Stolas. Reading one of your romance books?” Blitzø grinned viciously.
“Yes,” Stolas breathed, “I thought it would be a nice read on the beach.”
“Oh yeah?” Blitzø raised an eyebrow. “Whacha reading that’s gotten you so riled up?” He purred, moving onto all fours on top of the beach towel, slowly crawling towards his prey.
Caught.
“Well,” Stolas husked, his heavy-lidded eyes never leaving Blitzø’s piercing gaze, “there were these two imps.”
“Imps, huh?” Blitzø growled.
“Yes, and at the moment, one was sucking the cock of his lover.” Stolas smiled, hoping his voice was sexy, hoping Blitzø found him enticing. His heart fluttered when Blitzø let out a low rumble and crawled on top of him. He slowly took the book out of Stolas’ talons and tossed it to the side. His eyes were glowing, and his teeth flashed in the harsh light.
“I think I know a certain bird who likes to suck on imp cock,” Blitzø murmured. Stolas could feel his breath against his head feathers.
“Yes, well, when a certain bird is in the right mood,” he teased.
For a moment, Blitzø’s eyes flashed before settling down again, his lips curling into a more frightening, no—thrilling grin. He leaned closer, his face gently rubbing against Stolas’ neck.
“You know,” Blitzø began, “the girls are away. We haven’t had any alone time together.” He slowly dragged his teeth along Stolas’ shoulder, barely scratching him but sending delicious waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He needed more; he needed Blitzø to bite him, claim him. He was growing restless from Blitzø’s teasing.
“I think some alone time is needed, my darling,” Stolas purred, his talons circling to the base of Blitzø’s tail, tugging slightly, then bringing the tail’s spade into his mouth. He sucked the spade and heard Blitzø’s breath hitch. Stolas slid his tongue down, dragging it along where the black tip turned red. He could feel little puffs of Blitzø’s breath, and he smiled. He wanted to make him go crazy.
He shoved Blitzø’s tail into his mouth and yanked the imp’s tail, hard. Blitzø cried out, throwing his head back. Stolas relished in his victory until a sharp pain sliced through his shoulder. Blitzø’s spade fell out of his beak as he squawked, pleasure blooming in his mind from Blitzø’s death grip, his sharp teeth breaking skin.
“Blitzø!” he sobbed.
Blitzø chuckled, licking and kissing the wound, already healing. “Need you to stop getting ideas from those imp books.”
Stolas sat up, cupping his face. “Never. I’m so in love with an imp, I will never stop reading about them,” he said fiercely.
Blitzø smiled. “Nerd,” he leveled at his lover, his eyes glowing with mirth.
Stolas pulled him into a searing kiss. His heart felt full when Blitzø melted into him. Feeling him relax during their lovemaking had been a favorite development in their sex life since becoming boyfriends. Blitzø didn’t feel the need to perform anymore, and Stolas took heart that his enthusiasm was genuine, that he was just as desperate for him as he was for Blitzø.
Their tongues rolled together—a warm, happy home. Blitzø felt like home, the only home that he ever felt supportive and loved. As if Blitzø was reading his thoughts, Stolas felt his large hand wrap around his waist, just one of the little touches of support Blitzø constantly offered.
He ran his talons along Blitzø’s chest, stopping briefly at the edge of his swimsuit. Blitzø moaned in his mouth when Stolas moved further down and cupped his bulge. He broke their kiss.
“Should we go up to the beach house?” Stolas asked.
“What and run into the girls? No,” Blitzø replied, a cheeky grin growing on his face. He then stood suddenly, reaching down to scoop Stolas into his arms, causing the bird to trill in indignation.
“Blitzø, what are you doing?”
“We're gonna fuck, pretty bird,” Blitzø replied simply.
“Yes, well, you know I’d like that very much, but the sand, darling,” Stolas said, looking around the beach, concerned with the logistics of such an endeavor.
“Don’t be such a prissy bitch, Stolas,” Blitzø teased. “Plus, I’ve already thought of that,” he continued smugly.
Blitzø swung Stolas around and plopped into a high beach chair, Stolas giggling as they landed.
“Ah, I see, how clever,” Stolas remarked, grinding his ass into Blitzø’s lap.
“Yeah, if the girls start snooping around, we’re just sitting in this chair!”
“Mmm,” Stolas murmured, “we should hurry then.”
“Ha! You’re just thirsty,” Blitzø purred. “Eager for this, Stolas?” Blitzø lifted his hips against Stolas.
“Perhaps I am,” Stolas quipped as he stood, his legs on either side of the chair. He bent down and pulled Blitzø’s swimsuit off, revealing his spiked dick standing at attention, a bead of precum pooling at the tip.
Stolas licked his lips and knelt down, taking Blitzø into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the soft head and dipped inside the slit, delighting in the salty taste.
“Stols, I need that cloaca of yours. As much as that feels fucking fantastic, we don’t have time for a fuck ton of foreplay,” Blitzø growled.
Stolas popped Blitzø’s dick out of his mouth, slightly disappointed. “Well, if you insist.”
“Oh, I insist,” Blitzø grinned.
Stolas shimmed out of his swimsuit pants and crawled on top of Blitzø. His talons wrapped around his length, and Blitzø keened. Stolas lined himself up and suddenly sat on Blitzø’s cock, fully sheathed inside.
“Fuuck!” Blitzø gritted.
Stolas wasted no time, moving at a steady pace, leaning forward, gripping the armrests of the chair to keep himself steady. Fucking Blitzø never got old. Sometimes, he still couldn’t believe he was with this beautiful man, that somehow, despite the obstacles, they were together.
And oh, Lucifer, Blitzø felt so good, made him feel so full, so complete.
Blitzø snarled and suddenly lifted his hips and started hard slamming himself into Stolas. The breath left Stolas’ lungs, and he struggled to hold his position, his legs wobbling from the intensity of Blitzø’s thrusts. Pleasure was building, so intense, until he felt Blitzø’s spikes catch inside him, his cock pulsing as he came. Stolas soon followed, clenching around Blitzø, milking every drop out of him.
They said nothing, both panting, trying to catch their breath.
Finally, Blitzø grinned up at him. “You know, Stols, you can read those imp books whenever you want.”