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“On your knees,” Blitzø said, a thrum of satisfaction thrilling through him when Stolas obeyed immediately.
Satan, he'd been such a prick today. All high and mighty, flouncing around in his fancy clothes with his fancy manners.
Well, Blitzø wasn't having it. He was going to knock the prissy bird down a peg or two.
He was shirtless, but still clad in his jeans, while Stolas had been stripped naked. The scent of his arousal was strong in the room, and Blitzø was almost tempted to just eat him out and be done with it.
But where was the fun in that?
“Hands and knees now,” he said, and Stolas let out a little huff, but did as he was told. That wasn't what Blitzø wanted though.
"When I tell you get on your hands and knees you obey. Do you understand? No huffing like you're better than following my commands, no complaints. Do you get that?"
“Yes, Blitzy," Stolas sing songed.
"You're such a little bitch," Blitzø said, grabbing the feathers at the top of Stolas' head and yanking so that Stolas was looking up at him. "Say it properly."
"Yes, sir," Stolas said, practically drooling for it. Fuck. What a little slut. Blitzø was going to use that beak until Stolas was a wreck. But first… he had an idea.
"Since you decided to act like a bitch, I think I'll treat you like a bitch. Bark for me," he said, cooly. He let go of Stolas' head feathers and stared down at him. "Go on. Bark."
Stolas looked up at him, a blush on his face, and shook his head slightly.
"What? Too good to bark like a dog? You think you're above that shit? Not in here you aren't. Not with me," Blitzø said, pushing Stolas. He could yellow if he wanted to.
Blitzø watched Stolas struggle, a nasty grin on his face. "Come on. Bark. Its easy. Don't you want to be good?"
"Woof," Stolas said, small and unsure.
"Louder," Blitzø demanded. He knew he was being cruel, but that didn't change how fucking hot it was that Stolas, fancy pants Stolas, was naked on his knees barking for him just because he'd told him to.
"Woof!" Stolas barked again, louder. He had his eyes cast towards the floor, and he looked absolutely humiliated. Blitzø walked behind him, and stuck a hand between his legs, finding him absolutely soaking wet.
"Hah. I knew you'd get off on that. You like it, don't you? Being a little fucking pet for me," Blitzø said, rubbing at the wet cunt under his fingers.
Stolas whined, moving his hips back against Blitzø's fingers.
Blitzø pulled away, walking a circle around Stolas. "Stay," he said, and walked over to the door. He went as far as to turn the knob, and when he turned around Stolas was right where he'd left him.
"Hmm. So you can listen to me sometimes," Blitzø said. "I'll be back. Stay put."
He walked out the door and closed it behind him. Unfortunately he didn't really have anywhere to go, so he just awkwardly walked to the end of the hall and waited a few minutes.
He was hard as hell, and impatient, but the longer he made Stolas wait, the better it would be. The only problem was that he couldn't exactly jerk off in a random hallway of the palace.
He waited as long as he could, before figuring it had been long enough.
He walked back to Stolas' bedroom and opened the door, pleased to see that Stolas was still on his hands and knees near the bed.
"C'mere," Blitzø demanded, grinning when Stolas started a slow crawl towards him.
Stolas only stopped when the top of his head bumped into Blitzø's thigh. Blitzø manoeuvred Stolas so that his beak was pressed against the line of his cock through his jeans.
"You like that, Stolas?" He asked. "You want to suck on it?"
"Yes, I want to suck on it," he said. Blitzø grabbed him under the chin and tilted his head up so that Stolas was looking him in the eyes.
"Then bark," Blitzø said.
He held Stolas' face, not letting him look away.
"Woof," Stolas barked, his eyes locked onto Blitzø's.
"Satan, what wouldn't you do for my cock?" Blitzø said, running his thumb along the wet parting of Stolas' beak.
"Nothing."
Stolas was looking at him, blush on his face, on his hands and knees like a dog, and Blitzø was suddenly hit with the weight of those words.
"Fuck," he said. "You really would do anything I told you, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Stolas replied, his wide eyes practically pleading.
Blitzø unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. He slapped it against Stolas' cheek, grinning cruelly down at him.
"You want it? Then open that whore mouth," Blitzø said.
Stolas did, and Blitzø wasted no time stuffing that beak full of cock. He grabbed Stolas' head and pulled him closer, shoving his cock in deep.
Stolas choked, but managed to keep going, letting Blitzø move his head so that he could fuck his throat.
"Fuck, yeah, like that," Blitzø praised as he used Stolas' mouth like a toy.
He came down Stolas' throat, holding his face tight to his body as his cock pulsed, spilling cum into Stolas' mouth. A trickle came out the side of Stolas' mouth, and Blitzø pulled his cock out so that he could gather it on his thumb and feed it back to the panting bird below him.
"Nice," Blitzø said, petting the feathers of Stolas' head back. Shit, he looked so pretty on his hands and knees like this. "Good boy."
Stolas was squirming, he was so turned on, desperate for any kind of friction against his wet cloaca.
"What's wrong? You need something?" Blitzø asked.
"Please," Stolas begged.
Blitzø rolled his eyes, and slapped Stolas' ass with his tail.
"Please what?"
"Please, please fuck me," Stolas whined.
Stolas leaned forward, nuzzling his cheek against Blitzø's balls. Normally that move worked like a charm on Blitzø.
Not tonight, though.
"Did I tell you to do that?" Blitzø asked, voice cold. He pushed Stolas' head away from his dick.
"You usually like it when I-"
"When you disobey me? I don't think so. Your cutesy little tricks aren't working tonight. You do nothing unless I tell you to," Blitzø said. "What happens to sluts who don't know how to listen?"
"They get punished," Stolas said, little hearts appearing in his eyes.
Damn. He really was a slut for pain.
"Sit," Blitzø demanded.
Stolas sat, his tail fanned out behind him.
"Beg," Blitzø said.
"Please, please, punish me," Stolas breathed. "I deserve it. Please."
"You sure do," Blitzø said, feeling pleased and turned on and powerful. Fuck, playing with Stolas was like nothing else.
"You'll get on the bed, and keep your hands above your head. And you'll stay perfectly still, or you'll earn a harsher punishment," Blitzø said. "Go."
Stolas went.
He got on the bed, laying on his back with his hands above his head. Blitzø had given him an option here about how to lay, and it was interesting that he'd chosen basically missionary. For a kinky fucker, he sure was vanilla sometimes.
Blitzø shed his jeans and climbed up onto the bed as well, reaching forward to play with the fluffy feathers that framed Stolas' cloaca.
He ran his fingers over them, tracing nonsense patterns down one side of the skin just off to the side of his cloaca, and then up the other side.
Stolas stayed still, but he was trembling. Clearly dying to be touched where he wanted it the most.
Blitzø slapped his cloaca, hard.
Stolas flinched, moaning half from pain, half from pleasure.
"Don't move," Blitzø reminded him, then slapped his pussy again.
"You've been practically grinding off on the floor all night, I thought you'd like it if I finally touched your cloaca," Blitzø said, slapping him again.
Stolas stayed as still as possible, whining ever so slightly.
Blitzø rubbed at his wet hole soothingly, and pressed his thumb inside. "You know," he said conversationally, "you always get so sensitive right after you've come. I think I'm gonna fuck you, but only once you've come for me."
"Yes, please," Stolas said. "I'll take it. Whatever you want."
Blitzø fucked his thumb into Stolas hard, pressing against the rough little spot inside that had Stolas shaking and practically crying.
Blitzø was ready, and when Stolas came he wasted no time in pulling his thumb out and shoving his hard cock in. It was a tight fit, as he hadn't prepped him as much as he usually did, and Blitzø moaned loudly as he entered the still clenching cloaca.
Stolas wailed, and squirmed, but kept his hands where he'd been told to.
Blitzø fucked him hard and fast, listening to the pathetic little whines and whimpers that Stolas was making as he did. Stolas' muscles were still spasming from his orgasm, and Blitzø knew it must be too much, but Stolas didn't tap out. He just took it like a good little slut.
"Fuck. Gonna come," Blitzø said. "But first. Howl for me."
He slammed in hard and Stolas shouted.
"Howl. Howl," Blitzø demanded, and Stolas made the most pathetic little howling sound as he came yet again.
Blitzø pulled out, his cock still rock hard, and Stolas whined.
"No! No, please, please," Stolas begged.
As much fun as coming inside of him would be, Blitzø had a better idea.
He climbed up until he was sitting on Stolas' chest, and jerked himself off hard, the tip of his cock pressed against Stolas' panting mouth.
"Fuck you're such a hot slut. So good. Doing everything I say, acting like a bitch in heat. I know you want this," Blitzø was rambling, so close he could barely stand it.
"Open," Blitzø demanded, grunting as he came into Stolas' mouth again. He pulled his cock back before he was finished coming, making sure to come all over Stolas' face as well.
"There you go," Blitzø said. "Good dogs get treats."
Stolas looked up at him with his watery red eyes and said, "thank you."
Bonus scene:
It was a few hours later, curled up together in bed, that Stolas spoke.
"I want to clarify that when I said I would do anything to get your cock, I didn't mean that literally. Its not contractually binding," Stolas said.
"What?" Blitzø asked, having been on the verge of falling asleep. Fuck. He wasn't supposed to sleep over, but it had been happening more and more often lately.
"I wouldn't allow any harm to come to Octavia, nor would I harm her," Stolas listed, nodding to himself. "Murder I would have to consider-"
"Okay, okay, I get it, you can stop," Blitzø said, a little bit impressed and a little bit terrified and a little bit turned on about the murder thing.
"Just wanted you to know," Stolas said. "Pretty much everything else is on the table."
Blitzø grinned.
"Let's put that to the test next full moon then, pretty bird," he said, as he settled in for the night. One more sleepover couldn't hurt.