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You had recently decided to take matters into your own hands. All of the medical professionals telling you that your pet gecko’s disease was “unimportant” and “incurable.” Go to hell, you told them, but you soon realized that hell might be the answer. You had heard of demons before, who hadn't, and you knew that with a small price you could get whatever you desired. You were desperate and understood the consequences, so you went for it. With a bit of research you chose the demon you felt was best equipped to help. Stolas, demon of astronomy and herbology, would know the perfect concoction to cure your gecko.
Summoning him was a different story however, needing a multitude of items and conditions to make it work. You needed to stand in his sigil, on the night of a full moon, drink a potion made of multiple plants and herbs, recite some demonic phrase, hope that he responds to the becoming, if he does then tell him your desire/reason of summoning, and finally offer him a present (supposedly tea works best). Only then could you get his help. You understood that it had to be difficult, otherwise anyone could get a demon, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.
It took a while, but eventually the only thing left was the potion. Most of the ingredients were simple enough, things like flowers, herbs, a few roots here and there. But the final ingredient was by far the hardest to find: a luminous mushroom only found in damp caves in boreal forests. A mushroom that has a predicted 200 left in the wild. Every possible lead you found turned up nothing. Cave after cave after cave had nothing but come cool looking rocks and stalagmites that you tripped over numerous times. All of the frantic searching had left you tired and hopeless.
Finally, on the night of the full moon, after having just walked ten miles with that moon being your only company, you found the final spot the mushroom could be in. Located behind a barrier of dense pine trees was a small hot spring with a rocky cliff jutting out from the ground. The glowing moon made the steaming water sparkle. You were distracted by this beautiful sight for only a moment until something glowing near the cliff caught your eye. It was the mushroom, finally. Having planned ahead, you began to prepare for the ritual: brewing the potion, drawing the sigil, heating up the tea, etc. With the full moon glistening above you, there was no time to dilly dally.
Right before midnight everything was set up. You were nervous as to if this would even work, but you just had to hope. You walked over to the center of the sigil and started the summoning process. The potion tasted awful, but you carried on to the phrase. “Oh hellish prince, royalty of the underworld, ruler of countless demons, well versed in stars and plants, that of the name Stolas Goetia, I reach out to you to ask for your assistance in the mortal realm in which I reside.” There was a long pause where nothing happened. You started to fear that demons weren’t even real and that this was all in vain, when the pale white light from above began to change. Looking up, you found that the moon was becoming a beguiling bluish purple. The stars in the night sky began to move towards the moon, circling around it. They quickened, moving faster and faster until they were nothing but a blur. Suddenly, they all converged into the moon, and an orb glowing the same color as the moon softly descended from the sky. Once it reached the ground in front of you, it expanded. Finally, it opened, revealing a very tall owl in royal garb.
“Hello young one,” Stolas said as he stepped through the portal, “What do you require from me?” He stood towering over you, easily ten feet tall. His blue-gray feathers sat well groomed on his form. The two pairs of pure red eyes stare down at you, though with no malice nor contempt. The look was more… curious and patient. He exuded a polite and calm energy, nothing that you had expected. In fact, you would go so far as to call him cute.
Stolas breaks you out of your trance, “Are you alright? Or is this your first time summoning a demon?” He smiles at his last remark. “If so, then I am honored to be your first.”
You quickly stammer out an introduction, “Y-Yes. Hello. Nice to meet you. I called you here to ask for your help in finding a cure for my pet gecko’s disease. I’ve taken him to numerous vets and none of them know what it is. Could you help me?”
He gave a curious smile, “Your pet gecko’s disease? Why of course I can help you with that. What are the symptoms? And would you happen to have any pictures?”
As you get your phone out for pictures, you explain the symptoms, “Well, he usually stays a light green but he has become a dark pink and hasn’t changed at all. He only eats a certain type of leaves, maple. And he screams when he’s in the dark.” You pull up the picture of your now pink gecko and show the prince.
He inspects it for a moment before responding, “Hmm, I think I’ve seen this before. It’s called Autumn's Blossom. It starts as a dormant disease in some tropical fish and has the possibility to spread to lizards who ingest them.”
“Could tropical fish have gotten into the food pellets I give him?”
“Exactly. Though that would be a cause for concern. Fish is not in the diet of a gecko, and could cause some health problems. I would suggest you not buy from whatever brand that was again.” He hands you back your phone and stays somewhat at your eye level. Up close you could better see the complexities of his face. Soft-looking feathers cover his face and his eyes look into yours with care and compassion.
“So, is there a cure for it, sir?”
“Yes, of course. I should have the materials in my brewery for it. I can get it ready in a jiffy. Just wait here.”
“Yes your majesty. Also, would you like some tea? I brought you some.”
“You did? Thank you, that was very sweet of you. Also, you can just call me Stolas.”
Handing him the warm tea in the extremely expensive tea cup you bought for him, he steps back through the portal and heads out of view, leaving the portal open. Out of curiosity you quickly stick your head into the room he came through to get to you. Though fairly empty, it was still lavishing in all its features. From the ornate patterns on the wall to the finely crafted chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it was obvious that he was no normal demon. Stepping back, you realize how cold the night has gotten. Thinking that you’d rather not catch a cold you decide to make good use of the hotsprings. No reason not to. So, you take off your shoes, roll up your pants, stick your feet into the soothing water, and lay on your back to look up at the stars. You bask at your accomplishment of summoning a demon and feel a swell of pride.
Soon enough, Stolas returns with a small vial in his hand and you stand up to meet him. “Relaxing in the hot springs, hmm?” He smiles while walking towards you. As he is about to hand you the vial, your arms extended to grab it, he suddenly seems to remember something and pulls his hand back. “Ah yes, payment. Though the tea was nice, I do require something for my services.” You feared that this would happen. Having done your research, a piece of one’s soul was the common currency for demons. You sigh sorrowfully, “What would that payment be, Stolas.”
Surprisingly, instead of sucking your soul out from your eye sockets, Stolas sits down next to you and sticks his slender legs into the spring. “Just a moment of your time is all I need. I’ve had such a busy schedule recently and I would like to share a moment of down time with you. Does that sound fair?”
Elated, you respond, “Of course! Would you like to do anything in particular? Or…” You grow silent as the prince begins to take off his clothes. As more of his body is revealed, the more you find attractive about him. His skinny though powerful arms, his poofy chest plumage, his thick and feathery thighs, it all comes together to make him look so… alluring. As he stands before you in nothing more than a pair of underwear, he says, “It’d be a waste to not fully enjoy the hot springs. Especially on a cold night like tonight.” He slips into the steamy water with a satisfied moan. He holds out a hand for you and, with the gentlest tone you have ever heard, says, “Would you care to join me?” Sitting there, with his moist blue feathers shining in the moonlight and his caring red eyes locked onto yours, you knew you wanted to fuck him. You were slightly surprised by the realization, but too smitten to care.
Hastily, you strip down to your underwear and take his hand to enter the warm water. It stings for only a moment before you adjust. The pool is fairly large, sizable enough for Stolas to stretch his legs out under the water, but you stay very close to one another. With his hand still held softly in your own, he looks to you, “Mmm, this is just lovely. Thank you for summoning me in such a tranquil place… Though, do you know what would make this better?” He holds up his other hand and, appearing in a ball of blue fire, two full wine glasses materialize between his long fingers. “The finest of wines, just for you,” he says as he brings the glasses to you. Taking one and bringing it to your mouth, you discover that this is the best thing you have ever tasted. You quickly chug the entire glass and feel its effects hit you like a truck. Your face becomes engulfed in a deep blush and your skin tingles at the water around you.
Stolas immediately looks at you with concern, “Oh my, are you alright? I may have gone overboard with the selection of wine. I deeply apologize. Do you need anything? Would you like me to leave?” It is obvious that he is terrified he offended you. You, unoffended and now slightly tipsy, respond, ”What? No, don’t leave. I’m okay, just a little… lightheaded.” He puts his hand onto your forehead, “Yes, and it seems your temperature is high.” He slides his hand down to your cheek, gently caressing it. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” you smile at him. What you try not to let show is the inferno welling up within you. The wine amplified your desire for him and him simply checking your temperature nearly brought out a moan. You needed him; and whether he had a cloaca or a dick didn’t matter because it was going to be heavenly either way.
In an attempt to distract him from your urges, you decide to make meaningless small talk. “So… what’s it like being a prince of hell?” He responds with a warm smile, taking his hand off of your face, “It has its perks, I suppose,” his smile quickly fades and his eyes droop, “Yet, I hate it. To have so many expectations and stupid responsabilities. People who you once called your friend now despise you for the power that you merely inherited. Oh, to have a simple life and be able to do whatever I pleased. If only…” He stares off into the distance, his peppy expression now racked with despair. You are unsure how to handle this situation. A slightly drunk demon is telling you his deepest woes while you’re still trying to find a way to have sex with him. That isn’t to say you don’t care about his troubles, you do feel genuine pity for the dark prince, but just not now while you’re horny.
Without much thought, you quickly hug Stolas. “It will be okay, Stolas. The hardships you’re going through won't last forever, even if it seems they are eternal. Someday, you will go through the shining doorway and bask in the light of contentment. And when that day comes, all of your current worries will be nothing more than a bad dream. You will be okay.” You are surprised at how simultaneously profound and cheesy the things you just said were. You hold the owl tightly, hoping to make him feel better. And surprisingly, after letting out a long sigh, he hugs you back. “Thank you, little one. I needed to hear that.”
You sit there in each other’s brace for a long while; you face-first in his chest floof and his head resting on yours. His feathers conform around you, partially warming you in the cold night’s air. It is a slightly uncomfortable position for you. Your knees dig into the rock they rest upon, causing a smidgin of pain. Though distracted by… a few other things… you take your time and appreciate the prince’s hug.
As you try to alleviate the discomfort on your knees by shifting a bit, you feel something touch your thigh. Stolas quickly breaks the hug and covers his crotch. “My sincerest apologies,” he says, flustered, “I- I must have had a bit too much wine myself.” You are momentarily taken aback by The Prince’s flustered act until you look down to what he is covering. And, to your pure delight, you see Stolas’ partially erect member in the water. It’s an appropriate size for his height, but for you it’s massive. It seems smooth and has a fleshy tint to it, likey the same as his skin beneath his soft feathers. You look up and see The Prince’s face, furiously blushing and both pairs of eyes frantic. Sitting there, exposed and crumpled over himself in shame, you find him to be the cutest thing in existence. His powerful presence mixed with his caring personality, his meek voice, his vast knowledge, his beautiful figure, it was all perfect. At the moment, you felt like you loved the demon. Of course the wine made some things hazy, but no matter if it was love or admiration or infatuation, you were smitten. And you weren’t about to let your one chance slip by.
You slowly approached Stolas and put your hand on his cheek. His face becomes a dark red as he looks into your eyes. With as much suave and seduction that you could muster, you say, “Even though all you asked of me was ‘a moment of my time’, I think that you deserve a little more than that.” You bring his head down to yours, him too surprised by your tonal shift to reject, and move your face directly in front of his. You look into his nervous red eyes and kiss him. You worry that he will push you away and leave you there in the hot spring, wet and horny. But luckily, he brings his hand up to your cheek and returns the kiss. He surprises you by slithering his tongue into your mouth before you have any time to do the same to him. He takes control, fervorously waging war on your weak tongue. You start to melt from the pleasure The Demon inflicts upon you. Its rough surface scratches in all the right ways, its length going deep into your mouth and leaving you begging for more.
Stolas pulls back and looks upon your needing body with a newly gained confidence. He speaks up, “You’ve already done more than enough to fulfill the contract, but if you wish to give me more, then I will do nothing to stop you.” He gives you a devious smile and sits up straight with his crotch completely uncovered, letting you fully take in the obelisk that resides between his legs. Its large size and soft features reflect in the moonlight, like a lighthouse in a roaring sea. You had waited long enough and finally you could douse the burning heat permeating in your core. Stolas moves up to sit on the ledge of the hot spring, and you rush in between his legs. You get your first glance at The Prince’s balls, and they are slick with wet feathers. You can only imagine how poofy they would be if dry. His dick stands erect in front of you, challenging you to give it what it deserves. Gently, you bring your hand to it and wrap it around his member, eliciting a sharp breath from Stolas, followed shortly by a soft moan. You are just barely able to get your fingers fully around his warm girth, but you are more than happy with that; and the heat that you feel from his cock readies you for the meal you are about to devour.
As your face closes in on his dick, you look up into Stolas’ eyes. They stare back down at you with only a tinge of nervousness but brimming with enchantment; him yearning for you to give him a night he will remember for years to come. So, staring into his beautiful eyes, you take your hand away and slowly drag your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the top. Stolas responds by releasing a pent-up gasp, echoing into the night. The delectable taste and smooth texture that you receive from his cock carries you forward; you put the head into your mouth and start to suck. You do your best to restrain yourself and work your way up to the pleasure, but you quickly are met by Stolas’ pre cum, which is the most lavishing concoction you could have ever dreamed of. It was grander than the wine from earlier, like drinking the ichor straight from the Greek Gods’ veins. Losing yourself in your lust, you start to bob your head, taking The Prince in swift motions. Stolas starts to moan loudly at your speed, “Oh my- ahh- goodness! I haven’t felt such pleasure in ages~ Please, continue!” Not wanting to disappoint The Demon, you increased your ferocity, taking one hand and stroking his large shaft while the other fondled his fluffy ballsack.
Stolas uncontrollably starts to buck his hips into your mouth, pushing his dick farther into your mouth. “I apologize,” he says through his passionate thrusts, “Your m -mmhhh!- mouth f- feels just splendid.” You glance back up to Stolas’ face and see his eyes barely open, with a soft smile on his lips. His shaking body threatens to close his eyes and let him enjoy himself, yet he keeps them open, on you. He never lets his pure-red eyes leave you for a moment, taking you and your lustful acts in their whole. And he notices you looking at him and returns the favor, staring deep into your soul. His hand moves to your head, firm, but extremely gentle, and lightly combs his fingers through your hair. His smile grows and you feel yourself getting lost in the moment, just making eye contact with The Prince.
Though, in both relief and sadness, you feel Stolas’ cock start to throb, and you know what is soon to come. So, keeping your eyes locked on The Prince’s, you plunge your head down onto his cock. And, with a howling moan into the full moon’s night, he bucks up into your throat and cums, releasing rope after rope of warm semen. You eagerly do your best to swallow as much as you could of his delicious cum, but its sheer amount makes you fall short on that goal, pulling back from Stolas’ shaft for air and leaving a few more strands to run down his cock. All the while you never leave his eyes, and in turn he never leaves yours.
Stolas is left shivering from the pleasure. And though he just came, his cock is still rock hard. Moving up his feathered body you pepper him with kisses. The more you move up the closer you get to his body, eventually smothering his dick between you and his stomach. He giggles a tiny bit when you nibble at his chest. You get to his neck and move your head back to face The Demon at eye level. His crimson eyes fill your field of vision, giving you comfort and fueling your hunger for more of him. So, you place your hands on his shoulders, encapture his beak in a kiss, and grind on his penis. You both moan into the other’s mouth with the motions, his cock splaying your cheeks apart with its girth. Your tongues dance in one another’s mouths. You fiercely hold onto Stolas’ feathers, ensuring that he would stay with you like this forever; his long arms wrap around you, keeping you close to his warm body. The grinding becomes smoother when Stolas begins to drip pre, signaling to you that it was time.
Slowly breaking the kiss, you leave a string of saliva between your lips. Positioning your anus above his dick, you get interrupted before you could spear yourself. “One moment,” Stolas nervously interjects, “Let me get something so it isn’t too painful.” He sticks out his arm with his palm pointed up and a blue fireball sprouts from his hand. In an instant the blue flame is gone and Stolas is holding a bottle of lube. He puts a fair amount into his hands and slathers it onto his endowment, making him shiver in the process. “Okay, let us continue.”
Using The Prince as support, you slowly start to descend onto his shaft. He takes in a sharp breath but quickly closes his beak, letting you concentrate. You quickly feel your anus burning and are forced to stop for a moment. “Take your time little one, just don’t hurt yourself.” Stolas encourages you, giving you a light kiss on your forehead. You continue pushing on, hoping that the pain soon subsides to pleasure. Eventually, you find your limit, which is most of his shaft but sadly not all, though nothing to scoff at. “You impress me young one,” Stolas’ flush face smiles at you, “You fit me so much of me in one go. And you feel wonderful.” He adds while bringing a hand down to your thigh and pinching it. You let out a soft, pleasured moan and get to work.
You slowly move your way back up, feeling his cock leave your insides. When you reach the head, you gradually go back down, doing your best to get a rhythm. Stolas is obviously enjoying your treatment of his penis, breathing heavily and doing his best to not thrust up into you, though still giving small ruts. His feathers had become wet and ruffled by now, jutting noticeably from his skin. Large and slender hands hold your back, keeping you stable. Eventually, the pain starts to give way to an immense pleasure, letting you increase your speed.
The sounds of your lovemaking echo into the previously peaceful night, making sure no nearby animals would get a restful sleep. Your insides burned with the constant spearing into you, but there was nothing but bliss in your mind. Every time you went up you felt his absence, causing you to quickly go back down to feel him thoroughly once again. The warm water nibbling at your legs was sloshing about with every deep penetration. Lust was filling your mind with the sensations that Stolas’ endowment gave to you. All thoughts were concentrated on the beautiful demon in front of you. His tender hands run up and down your chest. Stolas, giving up on controlling himself, starts thrusting into you, letting his cock reach farther into you and scratch the itch of pleasure.
You embrace Stolas as he swiftly bucks into you, burying yourself in his fluffy chest plumage. The two of you moan carelessly under the full moon, trusting your complete isolation. Each movement in your body reverberates into your core, leaving you shaking. Stolas bottoms you out on every thrust, nearly connecting your ass with his hips. “I-I apologize for taking the reins.” Stolas moans out in breathy words, “I couldn’t- ahh!- control myself. You just feel stunning around my cock.” You nod back, barely able to think. Taking a look down from Stolas’ bust, you see a bulge in your abdomen. You quickly realize that it’s his cock pushing up on the other side. This fact brings you close to your climax, edging Stolas closer as well. But before you can release, Stolas suddenly wraps his arms around you, picks you up, spins you around, and puts you back on the ground with him above you.
You both stay paused for a moment, simply looking into each other's eyes. They glow red with a passion which would never be able to bless your wildest dreams. He moves his face to your’s and kisses your lips softly and delicately. Moving back up, looking deeply into your eyes, he resumes his wild thrusts into you. You grab onto his arms as you feel his throbbing cock spear your insides. Both of your peaks quickly approach. You both moan loudly into the night, and as Stolas gives you one final, deep, thrust, you both climax. He loads rope after rope of warm cum into you as you do your best to maintain eye contact. Stolas bites his tongue with his beak as he fills you with his semen, and his eyes grow heavy from the lustful act that you two have just committed. His ejaculation isn’t short lived, however. His pulsating cock continues to fill you up with cum until you feel that you can’t take any more.
Finally, after The Prince made sure that all his seed was pumped into you, he pulls out. The cum inside of you slowly starts to leak out, sending a shiver down your spine. He gives you a small kiss on the cheek as he grabs you in his arms and stands up. He holds you in a bridal style carry, and you weaky hold onto him in return, exhausted from your tryst. As he walks towards the still-open portal, he speaks, “That was amazing, little one. I am very glad that you summoned me and gave me such a lovely experience~” He coos as the two of you step into the portal. You can see your clothes and the vial being levitated alongside you and gently placed on a table using some sort of blue-ish magic. He leads you through the lavish room and opens a door to a similarly grand room, but this one seems to be a bedroom. It was a fair assumption considering the large bed in the middle of the room adorned with red silken blankets and pompous pillows.
Gently, he places you onto the bed and covers you with the softest blanket you have ever felt. You sink in its comfort as Stolas gets into the bed as well and cuddles you face-first against his fluffy chest plumage. “Thank you for tonight,” Stolas softly says and he holds you. “I really needed the downtime with someone who cared enough to be with me. I will return you and the cure for your gecko to the human realm tomorrow morning, but tonight you should get some rest. Also, I would like to keep in touch with you. Not just for… relaxation” His feathers puff up with pleasurable recollection, “But also because you seem like an interesting person. You summon a demon to find a cure for your gecko?” He giggles playfully, “It’s charming. But don’t you worry about any of that now, just rest your sweet little head.” He gives you a light kiss on your forehead and holds you close.
“Goodnight, little one.” You close your eyes and snuggle up against the feathered prince.
“Goodnight, Stolas.”