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Stolas gripped the edge of the bathtub, one long leg resting over Blitzø’s shoulder. The porcelain was cool against his feathers as the force of the imp’s thrusts repeatedly pounded him into it, one fluffy cheek smushing against pinkish tiles.
“Fuck, so g-good Mommy, you’re taking it so good.” Blitzø babbled, barely coherent as he rubbed the tip of his dick in little circles deep inside. Stolas had been halfway through a morning shower, soap lathered at his head and neck just as Blitzø managed to force the door open. At once the imp had been on him, fingers prodding at his entrance and fangs mouthing wherever they could reach.
“Ah, Blitzø, wait!” Stolas gasped, Blitzø knocking the wind out of him each time he reinserted his cock. He’d been relentless that week, fucking Stolas over and over both morning and evening, in every room of the house. Each time he finished, he flipped the owl into a new position and began fucking him once more, insistent on filling him up to the brim with his cum.
“C-Can’t, need it. Too good to s-stop!” Blitzø whimpered as he reached his peak, adding more of his release to Stolas’s now downright sloppy hole.
At last he pulled out, warm cum splattering down Stolas’s aching thighs. Blitzø turned his head and kissed Stolas’s leg before lovingly placing it back down onto the floor of the tub.
“I-I should shower again.” Stolas spoke, breathlessly. He dragged his heavy limbs over and turned the metal knob, sighing out in relief. The hot water immediately soothed his discomfort, rinsing away the remnants of cum and slick. Stolas slapped his palm over his mouth, unsure whether the noise alone could get Blitzø’s cock hard again and make him propose yet another round.
But Blitzø merely hummed, eyes large and fixed on Stolas’s middle. Stolas looked downwards, spotting the small protrusion at his lower belly.
“Well, there’s only so much room for your cum to go, baby.” Stolas shook his head and frowned, grumbling under his breath “If only you would fucking listen when I tell you I need a break.”
-
“Stols can we uh…can we talk?”
“Of course darling but…” Stolas raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”
“I guess I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately and I…I wanna know if you’d uhh…”
Stolas sighed, “Why don’t we stop for a moment, Blitzø.”
“No! You can keep bouncing on it, I just thought we could-”
Stolas huffed, pulling himself off of Blitzø’s lap and collapsing next to him on the bed. “You have your nervous voice on and I cannot be a good partner and listen to you when your cock is inches from breaking through my cervix.”
Blitzø pouted, turning to face the owl. “Fine. I want um…what if-” The imp exhaled shakily, “Mommy…got pregnant.”
Stolas shivered, a throb starting between his legs at the words. “Oh really?”
Blitzø blinked at him, “You dirty fucking slut, you’re wet already!”
Stolas choked on a hooting laugh as Blitzø rolled his eyes, turning over to face away from his fiancé.
“Always so apprehensive, darling, when have I ever said no to one of your ideas?”
“Uh hello? So fucking many-”
“Sexual ideas, Blitzø.”
“Oh.” Blitzø thought, scratching at the base of his horn. “You thought the beads sucked ass.”
“Not this again.” He tittered, wrapping one arm around the imp and pulling him close to his chest. “I simply prefer the texture of other toys in my cloaca, the beads feel rather-”
-
Several months later on a foggy morning in Imp City, Stolas gradually peeled his feathers back from the slightly sticky imp, carefully muting the sound of his own rapid breathing.
Tiptoeing across the plush carpet as softly as he could manage, Stolas reached the bathroom and pushed the door to, immediately turning to rummage in the large make-up bag he kept in a drawer under the sink.
For a while now he had been hiding a small box in various locations around the bath and bedroom, moving it every few days in fear of Blitzø uncovering his secret.
Stolas dug under the brushes, tubes and powders until his talons found the familiar cardboard, opening up the flap and pulling out the foil wrapped pill tray.
Stolas had started birth control after one week where his baby was particularly badly behaved, and a late cycle had induced so much fear into Stolas that he had mistaken his own anxious nausea for early morning sickness.
The realisation that Blitzø was unlikely to stop any time soon, that Stolas had tried and begged Blitzø to listen, told him that it was wrong, left the owl with a deep pit of shame in his abdomen. He wanted to be a good Mommy to Blitzø, but how could he be when his baby ignored his instructions a great deal of the time? It was all his fault, he needed to do better.
Until such time that Stolas learned exactly how to get Blitzø to listen, the birth control was absolutely necessary.
Stolas popped a single pill from the packet and placed it in his mouth, swallowing it dry. Quickly stuffing the tray back beneath his makeup, Stolas zipped up the bag and hid it at the bottom of the drawer once more. He returned to the bedroom, aiming to lay down next to the imp without causing him to stir, leaving him none the wiser about his own little excursion.
Stolas was unsure how Blitzø would react to finding out about this secret he was keeping from him, and he was very unwilling to learn.
“Mmmm.” Stolas’s heart leapt as his back hit the cotton sheets, the imp’s sharp claws already searching for him.
“I’m here darling.” He whispered, stroking Blitzø’s back, running his fingers over the hard spines.
“Morning Mommy.” Blitzø mumbled into the feathers at Stolas’s chest, nuzzling into him affectionately.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
“Mmm yeah, had nice dream.” Blitzø replied, licking into the quills now, smoothening and rearranging the ones that had come out of place as the owl slept.
“Oh?”
“Dreamt I was fucking you, filling you up until you ran out of room.” Blitzø told him, voice low and raspy. His claws tightened their grip on Stolas’s hips. “Wanna make it come true with me?”
Stolas’s swallowed nervously. It was already starting? Blitzø had been more insatiable than usual these past few weeks, and he had yet to figure out why.
Blitzø’s hands slipped down to the bird’s thighs, pulling them apart and slotting himself between them.
“We were like this, facing each other, so I could look at you as I pushed my cock inside you, Mommy.” Blitzø leaned forwards, rubbing the bulge in his shorts against Stolas’s bare slit. The imp insisted he slept in only his robe these days.
Stolas gasped at how hard Blitzø was already, had he woken up aroused? Maybe sharing a bed wasn’t-
“Need to be inside you now.” Blitzø whined, a little desperate. He shoved his shorts down to below his knees and plunged himself in with one thrust.
“Ahh-fuck!” Stolas cried out, his entrance burning with the lack of preparation.
“So good, so wet, so tight Mommy.” Blitzø started bucking his hips, fucking in and out of Stolas so fast the owl could barely inhale between his own moans.
“Slow down baby, Mommy can’t breathe!” Stolas exclaimed, faceplate flushing as the squelching sounds became more audible, his own body betraying him yet again.
“C-can’t stop, need to fill you up again and again, need it to stick.” Blitzø explained between pleased grunts, rubbing his face against Stolas’s soft belly.
“Wh-what? What are you talking about?” Stolas asked, a nervous cooling sensation slowly spreading through his hollow bones.
“Need to fill you up with my cum, need to get you pregnant. I wanna make a baby with you.”
Stolas shook his head reflexively, a harsh ringing building in his ears. “N-no.”
Blitzø growled, fucking into him a little harder. “Yes, wanna put my babies in you, make you all big and round, Mommy.”
“Bl-Blitzø, we can’t do-”
But Blitzø wasn’t listening, he sped up his thrusting until Stolas felt his entire body inching up the bed, legs splayed out uselessly.
“Fuck, gonna cum, gonna cum in you.” Blitzø bit down at a spot just above Stolas’s hip bone as he came, flooding Stolas’s insides with his hot, sticky release. “Get pregnant, please get pregnant.” The imp chanted faintly, forcibly fucking himself into Stolas’s pussy long after his dick had softened.
Not for the first (nor last) time, Stolas thanked each and every star in Earth’s skies for that little box of pills.
-
Stepping out of the rapidly cooling bath, Stolas wrapped the thick robe around his damp feathers. He hummed happily, feeling rather refreshed after some quality alone time.
Blitzø had whined and scratched at the locked (and barricaded) door (Stolas was not making that mistake again) for the first forty minutes, but had otherwise let Stolas be after that.
He rummaged for his preening supplies, deciding to carry the small bottle to the couch in the living room. Blitzø adored helping him with his feathers, and Stolas thought it might cheer him up after being forced to keep his dick to himself for the past hour.
“Blitzø darling?” Stolas called out as he opened up the bathroom door, immediately being hit with an armful of trembling imp.
“Mommy.” He nuzzled into Stolas’s wet neck, kissing and licking at the quills. “You smell nice.”
“Well I did just use some very nice bubble bath.” He chucked, kissing Blitzø in the centre of his forehead. “Would you like to help me preen?”
“Please.” Blitzø nodded, tongue and teeth still moving through soft feathers.
Stolas carried the imp, still snuggling into his chest, across the room to the sofa. He sat down with Blitzø in his lap, leaning back against the soft cushions. Stolas sighed as pleasant chills travelled down his spine, Blitzø’s mouth always felt so good no matter where it latched onto, and Stolas’s neck was particularly sensitive after soaking in warm water. He gasped as a fang dug in just above the collarbone, forked tongue licking in its wake.
“I have my preening oil here, if you would like to use it, dearest.” Stolas half-moaned under Blitzø’s teeth and tongue.
Blitzø took the little bottle of oil, coating his fingers in the sweet smelling liquid and dragging them through Stolas’s chest feathers.
He then moved his head down, perfectly placed between Stolas’s tits, and began working to arrange and straighten every feather making up the firm mounds. Teeth combing through the left breast, fingers sifting through the right.
After a few moments, Blitzø’s thumb swiped over his right nipple, and the owl shuddered beneath his touch.
“Such pretty tits, Mommy.” Blitzø breathed against the breast he was currently fangs deep in. Without closing his mouth, he moved his target further down, dragging his teeth against the skin until he could close his lips around Stolas’s remaining nipple.
Stolas kicked his long feet against the floor, arching his back into the sofa as Blitzø sucked at one nipple, flicking over the other repeatedly.
“F-fuck, Blitzø, sweetheart.” Stolas panted, faceplate flushed and dripping with both bathwater residue and now sweat.
Blitzø moved his hips until he was pressed against Stolas’s front, and humped into him. His clothed cock caught against the opening of Stolas’s plush robe and he growled, needing more. Hurriedly, Blitzø unzipped his trousers and shoved everything down, allowing his leaking cock to spring free.
“Blitzø! I thought you were-” And the owl cut himself off with a loud whimper, Blitzø already pushing inside him.
The sofa cushions cradled the back of Stolas’s head as Blitzø pounded into him, his stubby little dick spikes hardening and beginning to lock in place. He moaned at the feeling of them dragging inside of him, hot friction sending burning pleasure shooting up his spine.
Blitzø was quiet as he fucked him, muttering through his own heavy breathing. His hips snapped with a force near violent, forcing his balls to slam painfully against the underside of Stolas’s soaked cloaca. One large palm gripped at Stolas’s slender waist, and Blitzø pulled his lips from the owl’s nipples to stare down at how his fingers curled around Stolas’s firm belly.
“Gotta, soon..must, fuck!” He grunted as his hips stuttered, cum spurting out and flooding Stolas’s insides. Stolas’s eyes rolled back, moving his own hips to meet Blitzø’s thrusts, clenching tightly around his length as he reached his own orgasm.
“Please, this time, please…I want-”
Stolas blinked at him through bleary eyes. Had Blitzø just wiped away a tear?
“Darling, are you-”
Blitzø’s arms suddenly wrapped around Stolas’s neck, yanking him in harshly until he could reach the bird’s beak.
“Kiss me, Mommy.” He almost pleaded, and how could Stolas say no to that?
-
Stolas woken up day after day to Blitzø’s face between his legs, his tits, or even his cock pushing inside. He felt truly exhausted, his body heavy with the strain of being fucked again and again and again.
Additionally, Blitzø only seemed to be getting worse, more angry and frustrated as he rubbed his half-hard dick against Stolas’s drenched thighs, coaxing it to full hardness again mere minutes after climaxing.
“Darling, tell Mommy what’s wrong, why are you so upset? Let me help, I can fix it for you.” Stolas had pleaded one particular late night, after his clit felt so raw he was worried it would peel off if rubbed or licked one more time.
Blitzø merely grunted and thrust inside his pussy even deeper, staring intently into his eyes.
“Gotta-why won’t it…why won’t it work!” He wailed out miserably as he came once more, a feeble dribble joining the cum tsunami already leaking from Stolas’s cloaca.
“What, sweetheart!? What is it!?” Stolas half screamed, truly becoming desperate now.
However this time Blitzø just pulled out, glaring down at his dick with tears swimming in his scarlet eyes.
Stolas’s heart panged painfully at the sight, immediately reaching for his baby and pulling him close to his chest.
“What can I do? What do you need Mommy to do, darling? I can help, I’m sure I can. Do you want your pacifier?”
Blitzø shook his head.
“What about my tits? You can suck them if you like, you love sucking my-”
But this only seemed to make it worse, the tears freely dripping down the imp’s cheeks now.
“Blitzø! Please tell me what to do.” He begged, looking around the room wildly, searching for any and all solutions. “What if I just-”
And with great effort, Stolas grabbed the base of Blitzø’s dick, lifting his own hips and sinking down onto his still hard length. “Does this help? You want Mommy to ride you, baby?”
Blitzø’s tears slowed a little, his hands finding Stolas’s waist and aiding his movements.
“That’s it, darling. Let Mommy ride you, am I making you feel good?”
“Y-yes Mommy, fuck.” Blitzø whined, the spade of his tail slapping the sofa cushions repeatedly as Stolas kept milking his cock. The squelching sounds of his sopping cunt around the imp’s length were absolutely obscene, and Stolas moaned louder each time he heard it.
This was fine, he was just helping to cheer Blitzø up. That’s all this was.
-
Blitzø felt like he was going insane.
Why wasn’t his Mommy pregnant yet? He thought he was doing everything right, but he seemed to be getting nowhere. Blitzø had filled him with cum more times than he could count. Plus, he’d gone to the trouble of tracking Stolas’s cycle, knowing exactly when Stolas was the most fertile and fucking him particularly long and hard on each of those days.
(And then to cover all his bases, he left at least three creampies inside his Mommy each day he was supposedly not ovulating. Just in case.)
Yet Stolas remained un-pregnant. Not gravid. Without egg. His tummy only round with large amounts of cum, not Blitzø’s babies.
Despairingly, Blitzø had scoured the internet for answers, taking notes on diet, sexual positions, and supplements that targeted the fertility of each of them.
“Darling, what is this?” Stolas had asked when presented with a large platter of fresh berries, grains, lentils, and sixteen different pills to swallow.
“Just some health stuff I’ve been looking at, want my Mommy to be all healthy and strong.” Blitzø told him, tucking into his own prescribed plate. He swallowed down six ‘sperm boosting’ tablets with a mouthful of freshly squeezed fruit juice.
But Stolas still did not get pregnant, and Blitzø made triple sure of that by orchestrating a plan to check for certain.
“You want me to…go…in that?” Stolas blinked, unimpressedly at the plastic container Blitzø was holding between his claws.
“It’s uh…well I just love you so much that I want to have some of every part of you?” Blitzø tried, legs nervously crossing as one hoof tapped the floor.
“I’m not doing that.” Stolas scowled, turning his back and vacating the bathroom.
Blitzø had not given up, however.
Stolas awoke the next morning tightly bound to the bed, with Blitzø refusing to release him until he had finished off a two litre bottle of water. Eventually Stolas gave in, and then became even more enraged as Blitzø still refused to let him go.
Despite trying his very hardest, Stolas eventually lost his battle with his bladder. Blitzø shoved the little plastic stick between his legs, giggling manically as he aimed for the stream. Every claw crossed, Blitzø brought the pregnancy test up to his face to read the result.
A single line stared back at him.
A drip fell from the stick of plastic to the sheets below, and Blitzø shrieked with fury, throwing it to the floor in such a rage it split apart on impact into several sharp shards. He marched out of the door, ignoring his Mommy’s croaky reminder that he was still unable to untie himself.
-
Blitzø’s eyes burned as he forced them to remain open, his claws itching to take comfort in the nearby feathers. Determinedly he shook his head, he could do this, he would stay awake.
It was approaching five in the morning now, and the gentle hooting snores of his mommy filled the hazy scarlet room. Blitzø blinked blearily towards the open blinds, watching the dawn sky gradually brightening.
As he inhaled, Stolas coughed a little, and then went quiet. Blitzø held his breath, was Stolas awake now?
After a few seconds, the owl carefully moved himself to the edge of the bed, standing up whilst ensuring he barely jostled the bed where Blitzø was still lying. A small sigh of relief, and he crossed the room, Blitzø’s ears straining as he heard the sound of the wardrobe door opening, the one only Stolas stores his clothes in, Blitzø preferring to use the smaller dresser.
Blitzø could not see what Stolas was doing, but he heard a small rustling, followed by a soft gulping sound as if Stolas had swallowed something down. Seconds later he was clambering back into bed, wrapping his arms around the imp and pressing gentle smooches into the skin at the base of his horns.
Stolas fell asleep like that, snuggled up to his baby, hooting breaths warm against Blitzø’s scarred cheek.
Blitzø’s tummy burned as his sore eyes fluttered, gaze landing on the wardrobe.
-
Stolas had not been having the best week.
His plants were wilting, the dishes and laundry were piling up, his thighs, hips and cloaca ached with overuse, and the man at the pharmacy had laughed at him after recognising Stolas picking up his third tube of cloacal numbing cream.
Oh. And he was sure Blitzø knew he had been secretly taking birth control this whole time!
He tiptoed around the house they shared, constantly braced for impact. Any second now the imp would explode, scream and bite and cry at Stolas for lying to him, for not submitting to Blitzø’s will. He would throw the pills in the trash, insist they fuck all day everyday for the next month as Stolas’s body became fertile again.
But the impact never came, and Blitzø remained mostly the same towards Stolas, if a little unhinged and horny.
He still fucked Stolas regularly (though admittedly, a lot less than before), fell asleep with his limbs and tail wrapped tightly around his feathers, and went all weepy when Stolas tried to bathe alone.
Stolas began to relax. Perhaps he should have told Blitzø about the pills in the first place after all! Blitzø had taken them from their hiding place in the wardrobe one night and had placed them in full view on their shared bathroom sink. Stolas continued to take them each day, Blitzø even watching him swallow one down one morning, grinning at his Mommy the entire time.
The owl assumed that maybe the frustration of not knowing, had been what had been upsetting Blitzø. Now he knew exactly why Stolas wasn’t getting pregnant, and why he never would. Blitzø appeared to be more tolerant than Stolas had anticipated, perhaps it wouldn’t be too long before Stolas could firmly stop the activity between them all together. That his baby would finally listen and do as he was told.
Stolas’s belly ached at the thought.
A few more weeks passed by, and Blitzø fucked him even less, getting to the point where Stolas could retire his cloacal cream as he’d remained unfucked for three whole days. Stolas told himself he was happy with the change, that Blitzø was finally behaving the way Stolas wanted him to.
-
As the pinkish glow of the sky outside slowly brightened his bedroom, Stolas blinked open one upper eye, sleepily following the movement of a small shadow across the bedroom carpet. He’d been having a wonderful dream, a thick, muscular man had been between his legs, pounding his fat cock inside, leaving Stolas a wet mess of slick and cum. As consciousness found him, he winced slightly as he remembered how the girthy stranger’s face had looked so similar to Blitzø’s, even down to his piercing scarlet eyes as he watched Stolas cum on his cock.
Now awake, Stolas could feel how soaked his actual cloaca was too, and he sighed, clenching automatically as he thought about how he’d been nothing but empty recently.
…Except, as he clenched, Stolas felt several somethings, thick and deep inside of him, and they twitched as his pussy clamped down around their length.
Stolas looked down, blinking all four eyes open.
Blitzø was between his thighs, three fingers up to the knuckle inside Stolas’s cloaca.
“O-oh!” Stolas whined, his heat squeezing the digits tightly as they thrust in and out. “Good morning baby.”
He felt strangely relieved, to see Blitzø between his legs once more. This single act of naughtiness assuring Stolas that his imp had not lost interest after all. He smirked, pupils expanding as he watched Blitzø’s concentrated frown as he worked his claws in and out. “What are you doing, Blitzø?”
“Pushing my cum back inside.”
Stolas stopped at that. “Hmm?”
“You’re ovulating today, been tracking it. Today’s the day you’ll get pregnant.”
Stolas stared at him, but Blitzø didn’t meet his gaze. “What are you-what?”
Blitzø shrugged, pulling back his hips to show Stolas his dick, half hard and a dribble of cum slowly drying down one side.
Stolas’s belly fluttered, piecing together the origins of last night's dream.
“I thought you um, I thought we had stopped all this talk of…my getting pregnant, darling?”
Blitzø pushed a fourth finger inside, and Stolas winced as a wet squelch echoed out.
“You know I-you know I take pills. To stop me getting pregnant.” He reminded him, confusion growing. Stolas tried to move, to reach one arm down to grasp Blitzø’s cheek and force their eyes to meet. But he couldn’t get his arm to cooperate, his wrists resisting as he tried to unlock his arms from above his head.
“What the-” Stolas wiggled against the bedsheets, trying to break free. “What’s-what’s going on?!”
At last the imp pulled his hand back, fingers raking through the mess of slick and cum as each left the owl’s body. He used his wet hand to grab the base of his dick, now fully hard again, and lined himself up with Stolas’s hole.
“Had to keep you still, Mommy.” Blitzø whispered as he pushed inside, his spikes hard already. Stolas gasped as each popped inside with a burst of delicious pain, his pussy squeezing down around Blitzø’s cock.
“Had to keep you from leaving, you’re supposed to keep your legs in the air for a while afterwards.” He explained faintly, breaths tailing off into rough pants as he bottomed out, starting up slow thrusts.
Stolas squawked indignantly, feathers ruffling in his frustration. “I will not get pregnant, I am taking birth control pills, nothing you can do can change that!”
Blitzø growled, fucking into him harder.
“Ah! Blitzø, please, you cannot, you can never get me pregnant. We could never do-oh.” Stolas’s eyes rolled back in his head, pupils forming tiny hearts as Blitzø rammed his cock head into his most sensitive spot.
“Feel good Mommy?”
Despite himself, Stolas nodded. “Yes baby, yes, always does with you, fuck.”
Blitzø grunted, “Good, because-” and he laughed, a crazed, manic little sound. “Because you will get pregnant, if you’re not already, and I want it to feel good for you too.”
“Blitzø I’m not-”
“Those pills.” He moaned, grinding his length, pointed spikes gripping deeply onto Stolas’s insides. Stolas’s chest froze over. “Fucking, some sugar shit I stole at the store, just grabbed the ones that looked closest to the little baby killers you were swallowing everyday without fucking telling me.” And Blitzø dug his fangs hard into Stolas’s neck, aiming to draw blood.
Stolas felt his thoughts pause in real time, an eery silence in his brain.
"Just, pushed the foil back over, you-ha, you didn't even notice!" He licked over the fresh wound, a glob of pre escaping his cock as the metallic taste hit his tongue.
“And now, with all this cum inside you, there’s no way it’s not gonna take. Did you know Mommy, that when you come off your pills, you’re super fertile for the first couple months?”
“N-no.”
“Well you are, and Mommy I-” He cut himself off with a needy whine as his balls twitched against Stolas’s asscheeks. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum inside you.”
The words forced Stolas into one last burst of energy, one last attempt at stopping Blitzø in his insane mission. He pulled hard against the restraints binding his arms above his head, attempting desperately to close his legs, to shove Blitzø off with only his belly and thighs.
“Stop, please baby, stop!”
“You already, fuck you’re already so round Mommy, see.” The pair of them looked down at Stolas’s abdomen, swollen between his hips. Blitzø placed one hand on the peak of it, affectionately stroking the bulge.
“And you’re gonna, you’re gonna make milk, your tits are gonna get so full too, just like your tummy.” He continued, moving the hand on Stolas’s belly to his fat breast, squeezing it in his fist. A dribble of pearly white leaked from his raised nipple, soaking through the fluffy feathers.
“For me.” Blitzø whispered, leaning his head down and latching, sucking the milk into his throat.
Stolas shuddered as his climax hit him suddenly, biting his beak into his bottom lip as the waves passed over him.
"That's it, cum for me, wanna make you feel good." Blitzø moaned, hips stuttering. A high pitched moan escaped the imp's clenched jaw, and Stolas shrieked in panic. He could feel it, the hot cum spurting inside of him, painting his walls, filling him up entirely.
Blitzø whimpered as he kept his thrusting up with aching thighs, "Gotta, gotta keep going, get it all the way in, needs to reach your womb, Mommy."
Stolas cried out as the tip of Blitzø's dick pushed in as deep as it would go, massaging the entrance to his fertile cervix. Stolas attempted fruitlessly to squeeze his legs shut, but even if he had, he knew it would be pointless.
It was just as his sweetheart had told him, he had only recently come off his contraceptive. His body would be desperate to procreate, ecstatic at how throughly he had been bred this morning. Blitzø had cum inside him whilst he had been asleep, entirely powerless to stop those furious little sperm locating his newly released egg. By now the egg would have been infiltrated, hard as iron to all but the lone survivor that had breached her, that had joined to one day become their baby.
When Blitzø finally pulled out, Stolas realised he had zoned out entirely, his vision blurring as the imp stared down at the mess he had left the owl in. A pool of slick and cum dripped from his puffy cloacal lips, sullying the mattress below. His arms ached atop his head, kept secured by the thick rope Blitzø had attached as he had been innocently snoring away.
"It's okay, everything's okay, Mommy." Blitzø reassured, alerting Stolas to the tears suddenly cascading down his faceplate. "I love you." He chirped, and he kissed Stolas on the cheek, face scrunching in joy. Then Blitzø leaned back on all fours, admiring his morning's efforts.
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“Sweetheart.”
Blitzø let out a low growl.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, darling. This is very much not the time for it.”
Blitzø lifted his face from where it had been snuffling and kissing at the owl’s belly, leaving a trail of wet kiss imprints. “What if they heard all of that! I heard somewhere that the baby can hear you from inside the uterus from when they are-”
“Blitzø. That refers to the possibility of the foetus recognising the voices of their immediate family. It does not mean the baby can understand every word you say around me.”
“But what if-” Blitzø cut himself off, frowning concernedly. He sighed, leaning forwards once more and leaving several more pecks along Stolas’s engorged middle. “I swear I love your dad so much kiddo, and I always listen to what he wants, when he wants to stop. He just likes it when I say how I wanna-”
“Despite the baby not being able to understand you, I can. And I would rather not listen to my partner attempting to justify the sexual role-play his parents have just completed.” Stolas grabbed at the imp by the sides of his ribs, hauling him up until their faces were level. “I am exhausted dear, please kiss me, rub my back and fetch me a large glass of water, not necessarily in that order.”
Blitzø’s blinked at him, then launched into action, scampering to the bathroom and returning with a tankard of fresh water. “Sorry Stols, just stressed about all this shit. I’ve never done the baby thing before, we only have twenty weeks to go and we have barely begun to buy all the shit this kid needs.” He clambered to sit his ass down on the pillow behind Stolas’s head, thick fingers rubbing gentle circles into his partner’s tight shoulders, easing out the knots.
“I know dearest.” Stolas chuckled, groaning in relief under Blitzø’s talented fingertips.
“Don’t make noises like that or I’ll start calling you Mommy again.” Blitzø warned, only half joking.
“I don’t think you could fit any more cum, nor babies inside of me.” Stolas giggled, stroking over his own belly fondly. “I do hope they look like you.”
“Nah, they’re gonna have your pretty face.” Blitzø wrapped his arms around Stolas’s middle, resting his chin on Stolas’s shoulder and kissing his cheek.
“So, was that to your liking? It feels as if we have been building up to that scene for months.”
“Cause we have, birdie. And hell yeah! It was fucking amazing, can’t believe you managed to work me fucking you in your sleep into it too.”
“Oh I couldn’t resist, it always gives me the best dreams.” Stolas giggled, face reddening at the memory.
“How many biceps did I have in the latest one?”
“Just the right amount to get me off.” Stolas turned around, dragging Blitzø on top of him until they were stretched out on the bed. Stolas kissed him, pouring his love and devotion for his partner through his beak, his tongue, his fingers gripping Blitzø’s hips.
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Blitzø peered around the bedroom, ears straining. The shrill voices of telenovela stars reached him from down the hallway. Tail wagging cheerfully, he dipped under the duvet and retrieved his phone from his pocket, lowering the volume as his chosen app loaded up.
“Pony Parade: Hollywood Edition!” flashed its neon pink title cards, and Blitzø suppressed a small squeak. Today he would buy the Super Deluxe Rainbow Parade Float for three of his horses, collecting each available variation. He was just in time too, the event was finishing in a two days and Blitzø would miss out on one of the variations forever if he did not get it now.
The floorboards outside his makeshift duvet-fort creaked, and Blitzø shoved the phone down his boxer shorts just in case, eyes snapping shut as he feigned sleep.
When no further noises occurred, Blitzø exhaled in relief, grabbing the phone once more and finding the in-app purchases menu.
His Mommy had always been…somewhat unkeen for Blitzø to play on this game, particularly when it was not Blitzø’s credit card information linked to the account. However over the last few weeks they’d reached breaking point, with Stolas going as far as deleting the app from Blitzø’s phone.
Blitzø could hardly blame him though, his Mommy was rather preoccupied at the moment. And was dealing with some pretty significant mood swings on top.
Blitzø tapped the orange, sparkly “buy!” button on screen, tummy fluttering as his ponies posed with their new floats. Would totally be worth the storm when Stolas eventually noticed the transaction.
“Blitzø!”
Blitzø gulped, locking his phone and shoving it beneath the mattress. He scampered out of the bedroom and down the hallway, stopping at Stolas’s side as he laid out on the sofa in just his red robe. The fabric barely covered up anything at all.
Stolas’s belly was huge, tight and firm as it protruded out from between his hips. Above the bump his two smaller, but still sizeable breasts had swelled in the past few weeks, causing Stolas regular discomfort. Blitzø stood before him, failing completely to listen to anything Stolas was saying as he stared at the way his tummy bulged and his breasts leaked.
He’d done that.
“Blitzø are you listening?!” Stolas snapped, sitting up slightly to bring their eyes level. Blitzø’s own glazed over as his breasts jiggled with the movement.
“Sorry, Mommy.”
“I asked you to bring me my book, and pass me the cup of tea just on that table. If I could only fucking bend over right now.” The owl grumbled, glaring at the imp. Blitzø grinned guiltily, before leaping into action and bringing over the requested items.
Once sipping tea with a book on his lap, Stolas sighed, looking wearily at Blitzø. “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t mean to get cross with you.”
Blitzø nodded, eyes fixed on the dip in Stolas’s robe just below his neckline. “It’s okay, Mommy. My fault.”
“Hmm, yes that’s true.” Stolas’s eyes narrowed, but reached his arms out after a few seconds. Blitzø jumped into his arms at once, eager for the apology kiss he knew he was about to receive.
Blitzø sighed, lips melding with Stolas’s hard beak, whining softly as he tasted Mommy’s spit on his own tongue. Stolas supported his ass with one arm, ensuring he did not rest any weight on the bump at his middle.
“Do they hurt, Mommy?” Blitzø whispered against his mouth.
Stolas whimpered. “Yes, baby.”
The imp shivered, hands moving to untie the belt at Stolas’s waist. The robe fell to each side of Stolas’s chest, fully revealing his perky tits with fat nipples poking out above the feathers.
Stolas’s milk had come in early, and his tits would not stop producing an unholy amount to the point where Stolas was in pain near constantly.
Unless he somehow expressed that milk.
Blitzø latched onto the left nipple, lips forming a soft but tight seal around the nub, sucking the creamy fluid into his mouth. The relief was immediate, Stolas moaning aloud, hands finding Blitzø’s head and holding him in position.
“Fuck, fuck that’s it, drink it all up darling, makes Mommy feel so much better.”
Blitzø purred, one palm gently massaging the tit, coaxing the milk out more quickly. The imp’s tail wrapped around Stolas’s thigh as he suckled, squeezing it affectionately.
“The other, please it hurts, this one.” Stolas manhandled Blitzø’s head to his other, still overly plump breast, shoving his snout against the nipple.
Blitzø took it into his mouth, swallowing it down as he gasped for breath, desperately needing Stolas’s milk on his tongue, down his throat, in his belly.
At last he ran dry, and Blitzø reluctantly allowed the bird to pull his lips and teeth away.
Stolas repeatedly whispered his thanks into Blitzø’s cheeks and neck, peppering him with grateful kisses. Blitzø’s entire backside wagged with the praise, basking in the positive attention.
“Let Mommy, make it up to you, say thank you, yeah baby? What do you want? You want Mommy to suck your cock?”
Blitzø whined at the words, nodding hard. Stolas grabbed him, hauling the imp up to sit on the space between his tits and bump. Long fingers dipped into the patterned boxer shorts, pulling out his length.
“Hmm, already so hard, baby.”
Blitzø nodded, pushing his hips closer to Stolas’s mouth. He traced his talons lightly down the side of Blitzø’s dick, feeling the thick veins throb beneath his fingertips.
“Did you like having my tits in your mouth?” He teased at Blitzø’s cockhead with his tongue, lapping over the urethra. “Did it make your cock hard to have Mommy’s nipples in your face?”
“Yes, yes Mommy it did.” He panted, bucking his hips as Stolas sucked the whole head into his mouth. “Love your tits, your milk, tastes so good Mommy, want it.”
Stolas’s eyes looked up at him, pupils dilated. They held each other’s gaze as Stolas swallowed the entire length of his dick, the tip colliding with the back of the owl’s throat. Blitzø whimpered as Stolas held his hips still, preventing him from fucking his mouth.
Stolas took his time, winding his tongue around Blitzø’s cock, lathering his spit to ease his bobbing. The sharp tip of his beak grazed the topside and Blitzø shivered, questioning whether he was about to receive his punishment for causing the very large bump he was currently leaning back against as his balls tensed and his cock leaked.
And then Stolas pulled off, smirking at the imp and saying hoarsely, “Where do you want to cum, baby? On Mommy’s tits? Or what about Mommy’s mouth, fill me up from both ends?”
Blitzø had to grip the base of his dick to starve off his release. “F-fuck, your mouth Mommy, maybe a little bit on your tits too?”
“Whatever you like, this is your treat.”
Stolas only had to deep throat Blitzø’s cock once more before the imp whimpered, cum spurting into his mouth and coating his winding tongue. After a few seconds he let his beak fall open, allowing several stringy droplets of cum to drip onto his tits, decorating his nipples as Stolas shook his head side to side.
“You did such a good job, Blitzø.” He praised, more cum leaking out each side of his mouth as he spoke, moving forwards to kiss the imp softly.
“Swallow Mommy, please swallow!” Blitzø grumbled, hands stretching out to cup Stolas’s cheek.
Stolas chuckled, then made a show of gulping audibly. “Better?”