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“I do not understand why you are putting up such a fuss, boy. Your older brother has a room spare, you need a place to sleep until you get back on your feet. What could possibly be stopping you?” Paimon rolled his eyes, once again exasperated at this frequented conversation.
Stolas stared down at his lap, scowling at his knees as he struggled to find the words.
Tilla patted her husband’s arm, and he relaxed a little, leaning back against the dusty deck chair he had crammed himself into. The sofa, along with almost all of their family possessions were now in storage or had been sold on, in preparation for the couple to soon leave the Pride ring entirely. Paimon had a new business opportunity in Envy, whilst Tilla had managed to find work with a local casting agency.
That left Stolas, an unemployed, unskilled, prospect-less 20 year old to find a roof over his own head. He’d had months of forewarning, but in the end it had been Tilla who had contacted Blitzø just days before the move, and had passed the message on to her step-son.
Blitzø had, remarkably, said yes.
-
Stolas held his beak mere inches from his phone screen as he checked and triple checked the address. Unfortunately however, it seemed that Blitzø really did live in a twenty-story, practically derelict tower block, with chubby rats scampering around the entranceway and a smell so sour Stolas physically winced each time he inhaled.
He pushed the door open, a high-pitched creaking sounding from the rusted hinges. Stolas peered around, eyes landing on an angry looking hellhound minding the front desk.
“Just um…on my way to see Blitzø. Oh-Buckzo! Blitzø Buckzo.” He forced out a laugh. The hellhound grunted at him, puffing thick smoke from some sort of strange looking glass pipe. The green-ish cloud hit the owl dead in the face, causing him to splutter and hack, clutching his throat. He hurried away in the direction of the stairs, knocking his head against two separate lamp shades within seconds of each other.
As he knocked on the door, Stolas found himself almost hoping Blitzø would not answer. Surely, even a rundown hotel was preferable to what awaited him on the other side.
Luck was evidently not in Stolas’s favour, and the door swung open, his older brother leaning one sharp hip against the door frame.
“Stolas, good to see ya buddy.”
“Um…likewise Blitzø! Thank you for um, letting me stay with you for a while?”
Blitzø waved him off, eyes roaming up and down his long frame, almost inspecting him. Stolas gulped.
“So-”
“I’ll show you to your room.” And the imp turned his back on him, retreating into the flat. Stolas followed him, dragging his sole bag of possessions into the space and closing the door behind him. It rejoined its frame with a resounding thud, Stolas flinching at the sudden volume.
To his amazement, Stolas’s new room was nice, if a little small. He had a double bed with baby blue sheets and three pillows (one of which was decorative, with a nauseating smiley owl on each side), a wardrobe, chest of drawers and even a private en suite bathroom.
“Oh! It’s quite lovely. Thank you, Blitzø.”
“I’ll let you get packed and everything.”
Blitzø left, shutting the door softly behind him.
Stolas sat down on the edge of the bed, contemplating.
The last time he had seen Blitzø, just before Blitzø moved out into Imp City to start his own business, Stolas was convinced his step-brother wanted less than nothing to do with him.
The imp was short, uninterested and, occasionally, downright cruel when speaking to Stolas. Plus, they shared a wall, and each and every night Stolas buried his head in a pillow, desperately trying to drown out the whimpers and moans of various demons having their holes obliterated.
But that had been over a year ago, perhaps Blitzø had changed. He certainly seemed to have gone to the trouble to make Stolas feel comfortable here. Stolas glanced over at the owl cushion, picking it up and holding it tight to his body.
He would certainly be willing to start afresh with Blitzø, perhaps here, with no parents watching their every move, the two step-brothers could finally get along.
-
Blitzø laid his head against the back of the sofa, eyes fixed on his phone screen.
It showed him his younger brother, this time lathering the thick feathers at the back of his head with drugstore conditioner. Yellow eyes followed slender talons as they ran through the soft quills, washing away the dirt from his journey. His pupils dilated as Stolas turned to face the back of the shower, perky ass now fully displayed.
Blitzø rubbed softly at his cock, half-hard in his grubby sweatpants.
Stolas looked at the tiny metal shelf attached via mouldy plastic suction cups, reading the labels on the several bottles Blitzø had left for him. He picked up a small bottle of flamingo pink shower gel, applied some to his palms and began to rub across his hips, moving slowly to his thighs.
Blitzø’s breath caught in his throat as he stared intently, his own hips grinding slightly against the sofa as Stolas’s hand reached between his legs, washing the fluffy feathers just above his pussy.
The camera allowing a view into the bathroom had been easy to hide, Blitzø simply tampered with the air vents the moment his mother asked if Stolas could stay with him. He could almost see the whole room from that single corner, allowing Blitzø to join the owl each and every time he showered or bathed from now on.
The cameras in the bedroom had required a little more imagination.
An hour later, once Blitzø was tucked under his blanket and Stolas’s bedroom light had disappeared, the imp opened up the application on his phone once more, tail swishing back and forth.
Stolas was laying, tucked up into a ball on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. He was fully covered, much to Blitzø’s disappointment, with a robe that covered him from neck to knee.
Hours drifted by, Stolas’s soft hoots just audible under the crack in the door. Still, Blitzø watched as he tossed and turned, a frown lingering on his radiant face almost the whole night.
-
The first few weeks of Stolas and Blitzø living together had gone remarkably well, despite what anyone would have predicted.
Stolas almost seemed surprised, whenever Blitzø offered to order them pizza or watch a film together. Yet the bird lapped up his efforts anyways, giggling at Blitzø’s lame movie commentary and enthusiastically applauding whenever he witnessed the imp catch buttery popcorn mouth-first.
Blitzø was in his fucking element, getting to impress his little brother throughout each day, listening to his gorgeous giggling and allowing his eyes to linger on that squeezable ass.
The nights however, were his favourite.
At 2am on Thursday, Blitzø checked the surveillance one more time, assuring himself that Stolas was hooting his cute little snores like always. As his soft snuffles reached Blitzø’s ears, the imp smirked, pushing open the door and slipping inside.
Stolas kept his laundry basket to the side of the bathroom door. A few shirts were draped messily over the sides, but Blitzø pushed them away, plunging his nose deep into the woven basket. At last his nostrils hit that sweet musk, and he paused, holding his breath as his claws gripped the basket’s edge tightly.
He couldn’t sniff them properly here, not with Stolas so close. That would not end well.
Stuffing the panties into the pocket of his shorts, Blitzø turned to look at the bed. Stolas was laid flat on his back, one knee brought up to his chest. The blanket was draped over his hip bone, covering up his midsection whilst revealing his collarbone and one long, feathered calf. Blitzø’s eyes lingered as the quills thinned out, the space behind his knee soft and unmarred.
Forcing his hooves to move, he dragged himself out of the bedroom, sitting down on the sofa and pulling out his prize. The panties were a pale shade of blue, with a tiny pink bow adorning the front. Blitzø stretched them out with his claws, neck slowly bending until he was within eyeshot of that little strip of fabric. The one his little brother’s pussy would have spent most of the day pressed up against.
A milky, white stain splattered the centre of the blue.
Blitzø felt his heart thumping behind his ribcage as he brought the panties up closer to his face. He stared at them, watching how the light from his horsey table lamp illuminated a particularly shiny patch.
Fuck, Stolas had walked around in these, sat down, rubbed his ass and his pussy and his clit all over them for the whole fucking day.
And now Blitzø was holding them, fingering the parts Stolas had left behind. He brought the fabric up to his snout, inhaling softly.
The scent of Stolas’s pussy hit him with the force of a moving train, the sweet musk flowing through his nostrils, filtering through every cell in his body. His cock twitched in his shorts, and he rubbed at it mindlessly with the heel of one palm.
He wanted to bite, to lick, to get a taste of his pussy whilst he had the chance. Yet Blitzø knew his own fangs and saliva would only sully the taste of the bird, and he needed to make this last. Reluctantly, he simply buried his face in the scent in again, hurriedly stuffing one hand in his shorts and teasing the tip of his leaking cock.
Blitzø let out a shaky breath, closing his fist around his length and giving it a few tugs. His eyes fell shut, head and horns buried in the ripped sofa cushions as he chased the pleasure.
If only he could really do this, have his nose buried between Stolas’s legs. He would spread his thighs wide, see the curve of his pussy under his pretty underwear. Would it be swollen and bulging with blood as he slept? Would a wet spot be visible, Stolas leaking onto his sheets as a result of his own filthy dreams?
It would be too tempting to flick his tongue over the damp patch, push against the warm flesh until Stolas whimpered, writhing against the bed and-
Blitzø shoved a fist into his mouth as he came, jaws clamped painfully on tight knuckles. Hot cum splattered the inside of his shorts, a few trails escaping to hit his belly and patterned horse blanket.
Fuck, more laundry to do.
-
Three jerk-off sessions later, Blitzø gave in to his desires and sucked on his little brother’s panties for dear life, ridding them entirely of taste and scent. Blitzø grumbled to himself about patience, but the orgasm had been worth it. Images of his own forked tongue snaking inside Stolas’s hole had been too fucking vivid as soon as he’d experienced the flavour of the bird’s cunt, and now he was out of material already.
He had washed and silently returned Stolas’s panties as he slept, whilst retrieving a fresh pair from the laundry basket for his troubles.
Stolas was none the wiser, his confidence at being welcomed into his new home brought out so much in him. He had offered to cook for Blitzø three times now, with the most recent meal being kind of edible even after plating up. He sat beside his brother on the sofa, hardly three inches away, elbowing his side at the funny parts and beaming at the imp each time the love interests on TV finally sorted their shit out.
And Blitzø was enjoying it, too. Getting to spend time with the demon that had perplexed him ever since their parents had married. Once Blitzø's main source of frustration, fear and desire, it turned out that Stolas was actually not so intimidating after all. In fact, Blitzø could get through a whole-ass conversation with him without pushing the bird to the floor and forcing his cock and several fingers inside the closest orifice.
There had been a few close calls, though.
After forty-eight hours without inhaling Stolas’s cunt-stink, Blitzø had finally given in. No length of staring at Stolas as he showered, as he buried himself in a book with his feet kicking in the air, as he sleepily drooled onto his pillow with pinkish cheeks, had distracted Blitzø from the all-consuming memory of how his little brother’s pussy smelled.
And tasted.
He stood there, at the end of the bed with the full moon high above him, watching Stolas stretched out on the double bed Blitzø had provided for him. The air was warmer tonight, and Stolas had abandoned his usual robe for just a t-shirt, and a pair of white and blue striped panties.
Fuck.
One leg dipped over the bottom of the bed, the other bent outwards at the knee. Stolas’s back was flush to the bed, one cheek puffed up as it smushed against the pillow in his slumber. A sliver of blue-grey feathers peeked out under the fitted white t-shirt, riding up as a result of his long body tossing and turning, attempting to stay cool.
Blitzø watched, jaw hanging. The cameras, whilst they did their fucking job, were grainy and pixelated particularly in the dark. Blitzø had only bought what he could afford at such short notice.
They did poor justice to Stolas’s real body as he slept, almost completely uncovered by the sheets, several inches of his inner most thigh plainly in view. Blitzø took a step closer, a strip of moonlight falling across the striped panties, almost turning them translucent. He swallowed, eyes wide and unblinking.
From only a few inches away, Blitzø could see how his feathers shortened as they approached the space between his legs. Their colour changed too, a paler blue than the rest of his body, almost pure white as the quills disappeared beneath his panties.
He had not meant to lean in, it just sort of happened.
His nose stopped half a centimetre from the soft surface, and he dared to take the smallest breath in.
Fire burned in Blitzø’s nostrils, speeding down his throat and flooding his belly. The hours-old panties found in the laundry basket had nothing, on the real aroma found between his little brothers thighs.
Pure musk, with undertones of lilac and a metallic tang filled Blitzø’s mouth and throat. His salivary glands kicked into overdrive, two separate trails of drool leaking out from his over his bottom lip. They dripped messily, splashing across the cotton briefs and the rest staining the bedsheets beneath them.
Another tiny push, and his nose was flush against Stolas’s underwear, the soft flesh of his cunt warming Blitzø’s snout and upper lip. A low groan slipped out, and he nuzzled his nose back and forth against the dampening fabric.
Stolas’s faint hoots suddenly stifled, a shaky breath escaping him. Blitzø barely paused, bringing one hand up and clutching at the plump thigh to his right, raking his claws through the silky feathers.
He shoved his nose in harder, squishing his own nostrils as he swallowed down the scent like the space between his step-brother’s legs was his singular source of oxygen. The pointed tip rubbed back and forth, catching a hardened nub in its movement.
Stolas gasped, his stretched out leg kicking against the sheets, talon toes curling. Blitzø mindlessly ground his face against his pussy, needing to be deeper, wanting to bathe his entire body in the scent radiating from him.
As Blitzø inched a little further, pushing the bird back against the bed, Stolas’s thighs tensed in his grip. A shudder tore up through his long body, a sharp gasp leaving his beak. Blitzø pulled away, only to gaze as several droplets of milky white leaked out each side of Stolas’s panties.
-
Blitzø buried himself under his thick duvet, merry ponies grinning at him from all directions as his phone light lit up the stuffy space.
Had he just made Stolas come?
He closed his eyes, willing his heart rate to slow, for his breathing to return to normal.
The owl had just looked so good. Blitzø pictured him, laying near-motionless on those sky blue sheets. His throat twitching with each intake of breath, melodious hoots leaving his open beak. Blitzø yearned to get his dirty claws all over him.
Why was Stolas sleeping with his underwear on show like that anyways? He knew Blitzø could have walked in at any moment, yet had not covered himself up. Really he was asking for Blitzø to gawk at his half-naked ass.
Besides, Stolas would never find out what happened tonight. He would likely believe he had just creamed his pants whilst sleeping, assuming he’d had a forgotten dream about some perfect, chiselled guy with a sixteen-pack and a twelve-inch, veiny cock.
Blitzø would never do it again. He would just go back to stealing underwear and sniffing his little brother's discharge stains to get himself off like a regular obsessed pervert.
...And maybe download and back up all of the bedroom camera footage from that night.
-
Exactly twenty-four hours later, Blitzø edged the door to Stolas’s room open, eyes landing on the bird spread eagle on the bed. His panties were salmon pink tonight, and the imp kissed each inner thigh as he settled himself between them.
He was well and truly fucked. He had been itching all day, a burning beneath his skin trying to force him out of his own clothes. The tangy scent, the image of Stolas cumming inside his own underwear, was imprinted on his brain like a hot iron brand.
His nose found Stolas's clit immediately this time, Blitzø pressed against it with the tip of his snout, rubbing back and forth in little circles. His brother relaxed beneath him, sighing contentedly as he snored.
Blitzø laid down, belly against the bed as he nuzzled into Stolas’s cunt nose-first. The growing bulge in his shorts ground against the bed sheets, sharp hips humping downwards.
He just smelled so fucking sweet. Like the most addictive drug with the sole effect of mind-controlling Blitzø’s cock. He’d spent the last few weeks in a state of near-constant arousal with his little brother so often in his space, but that had paled in comparison to the way his dick was coping since he’d watched, he’d felt Stolas cum.
When he’d been stealing the panties, the smell had been muted, almost dim in comparison to the sheer tidal wave of ecstasy Stolas’s real, breathing pussy radiated. The taste however, had made Blitzø cum three times in the space of an hour.
So how would the taste be now, directly from the source?
His forked tongue poked out between his lips, the edges just touching the surface of the bird's panties. Directly over the damp spot.
Blitzø nearly passed out as the flavour hit his tastebuds. He moaned despite it being a terrible fucking idea because Stolas was asleep right now, and pushed his tongue between his covered slit.
Blitzø ate him out through his panties, even letting his fangs get involved as he nipped and pulled at the feathers surrounding his hole. Stolas’s head lolled to one side, beak ajar as he whined and whimpered. Fuck, his little brother sounded so good, so needy, begging for Blitzø’s tongue like no one else could make him feel this good. Had anyone ever made him feel this good?
The imp growled at the thought, edging his tongue around the space below his clit until he found give. Smirking, he began slowly sinking his tongue inside him, dragging the soaked cotton with it.
He fucked his tongue in and out, rubbing at any flesh he could reach, growing frustrated at the lack of texture available to him through the fabric. His hands gripped Stolas’s thighs, pulling him closer onto his face as he sucked the slick out of the thin cotton.
Stolas came with a cry this time, bucking his hips weakly against Blitzø’s face, spurting cum coating the imp’s cheeks as he rubbed them against the edges of the bird's underwear.
Blitzø leaned back, wiping his chin with the back of his fist, panting hard as he stared down at the remnants of what he had done.
-
“Oh Blitzø! Are you joining me for the next episode? I believe we will finally find out which cousin Alejandro had twins with!” Stolas cooed, grinning widely as he sat down beside his older brother on their beaten up couch.
“Sure, want me to order in?”
“Hmmm, could we try the place in Envy again? Their koi was simply delightful last time.” He batted his lashes at him, swaying side to side excitedly.
“Yeah, I’ll open up the app, gimme a min.”
Stolas tapped his talons along the arm of the sofa, beaming around the room.
“What’s got you grinning like you just got your dick sucked, huh?” Blitzø jested, immediately regretting his word choice.
“Oh I just feel in rather high spirits recently! Yes, over the last week in particular, it’s like my busy mind has finally decided to gift me with a break and allow me to sleep a solid ten hours per night! Each morning I wake up so relaxed too, all my muscles feel so loose and no longer stiff! Oh Blitzø, you must tell me where you bought the mattresses for this place!”
The imp choked, wheezing as Stolas patted his back, a concerned frown across his faceplate.
“Uh yeah sure, I’ll link you the website?”
“Thank you! I have been feeling rather refreshed these past few days, I hope this continues for a while.” He hummed, happily.
Blitzø swallowed down the hard lump in his throat.
-
Stolas let the plush towel fall to the bathroom floor as he stepped beneath the shower head, cheerful singsong echoing off the tiled walls as he bent low to pick up his bottle of rose shampoo. The warm water cascaded over his body, dampening his feathers until they stuck down flat against his skin.
As he massaged the top of his head, rubbing slow circles into each part of the down, Stolas reflected on the last few weeks. It seemed silly now, how nervous he had been about moving in with Blitzø. If anything, he regretted not moving in sooner.
Blitzø was kind to him, constantly cracking the most obscene jokes just to hear Stolas's laughter. He took care of him, kept him fed and warm and comfortable.
He sighed, moving under the flowing water to rinse away the suds. It had been so different, when they lived together with their parents. Blitzø had almost been a recluse, shutting himself in his room almost the moment he and his father had moved in. All this time he had assumed Blitzø had not wanted a step-family, or disliked Stolas for whatever reason. It certainly seemed that way when the owl would knock on the door asking to hang out, to go to the shopping district, or grab some lunch together. Tilla had often suggested ideas for Stolas to use to attempt some sibling bonding, yet, each and every time, the imp had given a half-assed excuse or straight-up turned him down.
But now, with countless, cozy movie nights under their belts, Stolas was beginning to doubt himself. Blitzø seemed to be enjoying his company, initiating hang-outs more than half of the time.
He thought about talking to his step-mother about it, but she would simply claim that Blitzø had liked Stolas all along, and had just struggled to express it verbally.
It didn't matter, he decided. If Blitzø liked him now, Stolas was more than happy to embrace it. He had always found Blitzø intriguing, thinking often about how he could get his older brother to like him a little more. Stolas had tried a lot of different things, including scrolling through Blitzø's social media accounts. His Sinstagram was Stolas's favourite, the imp mostly posting photos of half-naked post-workout selfies, or him sharing a cigarette with various horse plushies. Stolas wished he could share a smoke with Blitzø, or even look half as good as he did with sweat dripping down his toned chest.
Stolas was simply happy to have been given another chance to have a real big brother in his life.
-
Blitzø had to slap a palm over his mouth the next time he entered Stolas’s room, barely managing to stop himself from wailing like a cat in heat. Just like his last visit, Stolas was on his back, however he had forgone the t-shirt and panties in exchange for his velvety robe, the one Blitzø had tried to take a peek up each time his step-brother walked past the couch.
Only the robe.
The light filtering in through the window blinds framed Stolas’s cunt like the finest work of art. Blitzø felt his cock standing in real time, straining against his waistband before Stolas had let out another snuffling chirp.
He was smiling tonight, head feathers ruffled against the cheap pillowcase, cute, feathered tummy rising up and down with each unconscious breath. Stolas’s legs were spread obscenely wide, almost purposefully so. Blitzø stared helplessly between his legs, slit fully visible, as fluffy and downright gorgeous as the imp had so often imagined.
He wanted to fuck it. Needed to fuck it.
He moved in, fully intending to just have a quick whiff like he always did. The panties, as it turned out, did little to mask the scent of Stolas. His pussy was just as tangy, just as sweet when uncovered.
Seeing it up-close however, Blitzø could have prepared a decade for and still near-cum in his pants on first sight.
Stolas’s slit was small, surrounded by puffy, pale quills circling his hole. Those closer to his clit began to clump together, and sticky slick coated his inner feathers as his cloaca dripped before Blitzø’s eyes.
Blitzø forced his tongue inside with one shove, moaning as the bitter taste hit his tongue. His little brother was fucking delicious, and he slurped at his opening, swallowing down spit, slick and cum from the previous night.
He knew Stolas hadn’t washed his pussy today, his hidden eyes throughout the house clueing him in on Stolas’s every move. Yet tasting the proof on his tongue…
His snout nuzzled against Stolas’s clit as he lapped inside him, coating his inner walls with stringy saliva. Stolas began to whimper, his body was so receptive now, like it knew to expect Blitzø’s visit each night.
He thought back to Stolas talking about how good he was feeling, how well he was sleeping recently.
His brother needed this, needed Blitzø to make him cum.
Claws gripping the meat of each thigh, Blitzø pulled out his tongue and pursed his lips, sucking around Stolas’s clit, gulping down the mix of spit and Stolas’s wetness. The usual reminders to be quiet, to not jostle the owl too much, completely forgotten. Stolas had never woken up before, why would he start now?
He suckled on the feathers, nipped his puffy pussy lips, whining throatily as he acquainted every inch of his little brother’s cunt with his lips and tongue.
Stolas came just as Blitzø managed to lick a particularly textured patch on his front inside wall, tongue struggling to lap against the surface as Stolas’s walls clenched down hard around the wet muscle.
He pulled out, hands still clutching thick thighs. Blitzø stared down at Stolas, whimpering in his sleep as slick and cum trickled out of him, a fine layer of sweat visible across his faceplate.
He was so pretty, perfectly made and shaped and tempting in every way. His sleepy moans could get Blitzø off for weeks, but he could only imagine how much better they could be if Stolas was awake for once.
He occasionally allowed himself to imagine what it might be like if one day his little brother let him fuck his pussy. If he spread his legs and batted his long lashes and begged Blitzø to put it in, to show him exactly how to take a cock. He would fuck Stolas into the mattress so hard he’d make the bird squawk, beg him to slow down, to give his insides a break after being so thoroughly stretched and painted with cum.
Stolas sniffed, pink tongue peeking out just enough to lick over his beak. Dense feathers gathered at the space above his ribs, fluffy curls with silky locks peeking out under the sides of his robe and begging Blitzø to card his fingers through. He fondled the quills, pushing his way through them until he reached the smooth skin beneath, claws lightly scratching at the soft flesh.
Stolas had managed to sleep through seven orgasms already, surely one more would make no difference. Even if number eight was achieved…differently.
Blitzø shoved down his shorts, grabbing his engorged cock and fisting over the length as he stared at Stolas’s pussy, a dribble of precum leaking as he bit his own lip at the view. Fuck, Stolas was so gorgeous, so warm and tight around his tongue.
He needed to feel the sensation around his cock.
Blitzø held himself firmly at the base, bracing himself as he teased the head of his dick over Stolas’s cloaca. He moaned whorishly, a single firm ridge catching against one of Stolas’s dark pussy lips, his dick dragging a sticky string of slick as it circled around his brother’s hole.
As he moved his cock over Stolas’s clit, the bird's pale eyelids fluttered, a soft hoot escaping his pretty mouth.
He was going too slow, what the fuck was he waiting for anyways? To edge himself to death before he got the chance to cover every inch of Stolas’s insides with cum? Blitzø shook his head, furious with himself as he lined his cock head up with Stolas’s entrance.
The hole was so tiny, barely big enough to fit more than two fingers or a tongue inside. His cock looked enormous by comparison, the thick vein on the topside pulsing as the head kissed Stolas’s entrance.
He pushed in, stretching Stolas out until he was sure his step-brother would break in two. Blitzø clamped his own eyes shut, attempting to stay calm, to not thrust as deep as he could go all at once and blow his load within seconds.
His pussy was hot, and soaking wet. Each inner wall hugging the skin of his dick, slick and precum lubricating the way as he pushed in another inch.
-
Stolas blinked groggily, the shadowy bedroom almost cloudy through his sleep-filled eyes. It had to be the dead of night, why was he awake?
Perhaps his nightmares had returned, Stolas felt a jolt to his stomach at the thought. He’d been sleeping so peacefully at Blitzø’s house this past week. Waking up well-rested and almost naturally happy, as if slumber had flooded his brain with much needed dopamine.
A heavy blanket of warmth covered his body, and Stolas tried to lift one hand up to fan himself. Why was it so stifling hot in here? He had slept in nothing but his robe tonight, the thin sheet draped over only a small section of his torso.
He lifted his head and neck, only to see his step-brother straddling his hips, bare from the waist down.
Oh, and something hot and very fucking thick was moving deep within his cloaca.
“Bl-Blitzø?”
The imp kept pressing inside, his cock three-quarters of the way in now. Stolas stared at him, slack-jawed. What the fuck was happening right now?
“Blitzø!” He pushed at Blitzø’s shoulder, trying to get his attention.
“Fuck, so tight, so wet for me.” He mumbled, grinding down, hips moving in little circles as he bottomed out.
Fuck, he felt so full.
“Blitzø, what are-what are you doing!?” Panic began to seep in now, and his brother finally opened his eyes. His stare was glassy, only half-there as he smiled dazedly down at the owl.
“Ha-ha, you.” And he sped up his hips, thrusting in and out of him more quickly, Stolas’s head falling back down onto his pillow.
“Get, get off me, get out of me.” He cried, pushing at the imp’s chest, whimpering as the extorted force made his pussy clamp down harder around Blitzø’s cock.
“You’ve been cumming your pants all week you fucking hypocrite. Your pussy loves me.” Blitzø told him, steering his length and rubbing at a sensitive spot deep inside him, forcing a needy whine from his dry throat.
“What do you-”
“Oh Blitzø, I’ve slept so well all week, my body feels so light and relaxed! Yeah, cause I’ve been tongue fucking you every night.”
Stolas blinked at him, the words slowly sinking in.
“And you fucking love it, your cunt is so slutty Stols, slurping around my tongue every night, leaking out all over your panties. Oh those stripy ones, those were my favourite.”
“N-no.”
“A good orgasm a night works wonders, huh?” Blitzø slowed, dragging his length out of Stolas slowly, smirking as the owl’s face exploded into a deep blush.
Stolas thought about it, about how much he had been enjoying Blitzø’s company lately, along with how good he’d been feeling, for the first time in years.
“But I-I...You used to hate me?” He whispered, his walls clamping down on the tip of Blitzø’s dick as it threatened to pull out completely.
“Stolas, I wanted to fuck you.” He pushed inside, all the way in one thrust eliciting a loud moan from each of them.
“This whole time. So bad.” Blitzø leaned his head down, hesitating for a fraction of a second before stretching his long tongue out, licking one single, wet stripe across the owl’s fluffy cheek.
Stolas’s blush only burned deeper under the attention, his pussy fluttering around the cock inside it, slick aiding its way.
“I-I-” Stolas swallowed. “This is wrong, Blitzø. You’re my brother. We are brothers!”
He struggled a little beneath Blitzø’s weight, the movement only stimulating them both even more. Blitzø groaned, His cock throbbing inside Stolas’s pussy, another glob of precum spilling inside him.
“I fucking, I’ve wanted this for so long. Imagined it so many times.” Blitzø told him, and Stolas gasped as a thick nub caught on the ring of his entrance.
“And you want it too, I know you do.”
Stolas watched as Blitzø leered at where they were joined, moaning deeply each time more of his cock disappeared inside his little brother’s cunt.
“You were begging for it tonight, sleeping with your wet pussy hanging out. What did you think was going to happen?”
“I-I didn’t intend for you to-” He mumbled, head falling to one side. The smiley owl pillow came into view, its overjoyed grin setting off sparks in Stolas’s belly.
Blitzø pulled out slowly. “Tell me you want me to stop.”
Stolas looked back at him, beak firmly shut.
“F-fuck.” Blitzø sped his hips up once more, no longer holding himself back. Stolas chirped in surprise, thick cock fucking him into the mattress below, one steady set of claws on his slim arm keeping him in place.
“You smell so good, taste so good.” He breathed, mouthing at the bird’s belly. “Ugh, Stolas, I need you, wanna fuck you every night, take you in every position. Train you on my cock.”
Stolas’s eyes rolled back in his head as he was fucked up the mattress, his tight pussy stretching in every direction, not a single inch left untouched by his older brother’s cock.
It felt, despite everything, unbelievably wonderful, pressure building in Stolas’s abdomen each time the cock head grazed the deepest part it could reach, his thighs tensing and squeezing at Blitzø’s hips keeping them apart.
“Gonna cum in you, fill you up, yeah? Make you round with my cum.”
“Mmm, please!” He whimpered, his talon toes curling against the sheets.
“Then I’ll stuff my cock down your throat, train that hole up too. Might make you my own little cocksleeve, make you earn your stay here.” Blitzø panted, hips slamming into Stolas’s feathers, a wet slapping sound as his heavy balls hit the underside of his cloaca with every thrust.
“Oh Blitzø, it-fuck, it feels so good.” Stolas whined, finally bucking his own hips now, meeting the imp’s.
Blitzø slowed a little at the words, his face breaking into a slow grin.
Then it was over, and Stolas was being shoved hard against the bed, his pussy swallowing his step-brother’s cock over and over, slick and precum splattering onto the bed sheets surrounding their thighs.
“I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum Blitzø.” Stolas gasped, grabbing the back of Blitzø’s head and positioning it only inches from his own. They locked eyes, Blitzø biting his own lip through the last few thrusts before he came, pushing his cock as deep as it would reach as he emptied himself inside Stolas’s soaking, pulsating pussy.
As the bird watched his head roll back, he reached his own peak, digging his talons hard into crimson skin as he rode Blitzø’s dick. The hard little nubs rubbed hard against that sensitive spot once more, and Stolas screamed as he felt hot liquid burst out from his cloaca, spraying the pair of them in a shower of cum and slick.
“Fffuck yes, Stolas, fuck, oh fuck.” Blitzø half growled, face glowing with sweat as he fucked in and out of him a few last times despite the oversensitivity. “Your pussy, it’s fucking addictive.”
They collapsed, Blitzø burying his snout in Stolas’s chest feathers, leaving his cock inside as it slowly softened. His feathers somehow still smelled slightly floral, the scent of sex and sweat not quite enough to overpower the sweet, fresh lavender.
They laid there, catching their breaths in the aftermath, Stolas’s muted hoots filling the silence.
“Blitzø.” Stolas spoke after a while, daring to look at the imp laid across his chest.
“Mmm.”
“Can we…can we discuss what just happened?”
Blitzø grumbled, but pulled his dick out, each of them whining at the unpleasant sensation. The imp looked up at him, considering.
Then he leaned in, planting a firm, wet kiss on Stolas’s beak.
“O-oh!” Stolas blushed.
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“Yes Momma, yes he’s fine! Doesn’t he text you too?” Blitzø rolled his eyes, listening to his mother’s only half-stern words down the phone. “I’ll ask him now. Okay, okay bye Momma, love you.” He hung up, smiling as he listened to his younger brother’s sweet giggles from the space on the floor between his thighs.
“Momma asks if you’re enjoying your time here.”
Stolas smirked, using one hand to cup Blitzø’s cock above his sweatpants.
“Hmm, I don’t know. The rent is a little high.”
Blitzø shook his head, shuffling on the sofa just enough to drag his trousers down, cock springing free. Stolas grabbed it immediately, licking over the scarlet head.
“Your fucking whore-ass would be lost without my dick now.” Blitzø said, holding Stolas’s head still and shoving his length inside.