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The summer Stolas turned fifteen, Lady Stella and her brother came to stay at his home.
“It’s just so you two can get to know each other or whatever,” King Paimon had told Stolas with a wave of his hand. “Figure out how to pretend you like each other in the public eye.”
Stolas sat next to his father’s throne the day they arrived by a carriage made of ice. Stolas had gone through a growth spurt, and his new clothes were uncomfortable. His father insisted that he leave his boyhood attire behind, so he did his best not to adjust his clothing as their guests entered the great hall.
Lady Stella looked just the same as she had in all the portraits that had been sent to them, and she was yet to steal away Stolas’ attention. Instead, his eyes were set on the tall goetic demon next to her.
“Your highness,” the blue bird spoke with a deep, smooth voice. “Marquis Andrealphus and Lady Stella at your service.”
The marquis bowed, and Stolas’ heart fluttered in response. He had never seen someone as beautiful as the peacock before him. A flurry of snowflakes followed him as he walked, and Stolas wanted to taste one on his tongue.
Later, at dinner, Stolas eavesdropped on his father and Andrealphus’ conversations. It appeared as though Andrealphus had pledged his fealty to his father, and they had worked closer together for years.
Stolas wanted to ask Andrealphus what his favorite book was or if he enjoyed gardens. He wondered if Andrealphus liked music. Did he sing? Would he want to sing with Stolas?
“Stolas!” Paimon squawk. “Do not stare at our guest!”
He hadn’t realized he was staring at the marquis, and he quickly turned and darted his eyes away. The pull returned to look at this beautiful man, and he found Andrealphus staring back.
“Are you not enjoying your dinner, little prince?” Andrealphus asked him.
A shameful thought crossed Stolas’ mind of Andrealphus calling him little prince again, and Stolas felt the warm pulse in his cunt that was only reserved for his naughtiest of books. He had never felt this towards another demon before, and it frightened him.
So he ate his food and paid no more mind to Andrealphus. When dinner was done, the group moved into the parlor, where Stella performed songs, and Paimon and Andrealphus whispered between each other in the corner. Stolas knew his duty was to watch Stella and learn how to love her, but he kept watching Andrealphus’ wicked grin and his long fingers.
“I believe it is time to retire,” his father finally called out.
Andrealphus hummed and rose from his seat towards Stella, passing by Stolas’ chair. He paused, turned, and said quietly.
“Yes, little prince. Time for bed with you.”
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Later that night, Stolas fucked himself with his fingers as he imagined Andrealphus’ words in his mind.
Little prince…
He didn’t know how to quell the burning in his stomach, how to stop his cunt from growing warm and sensitive to the touch. He knew so little about the manners of sex, and so many of his books ended at a closed bedroom door.
But he wanted to be touched.
He spread his legs even wider under his blanket and added another finger as he fucked his cloaca and rubbed the small bundle of nerves at the top. He wondered if Andrealphus’ cold fingers could soothe this ache in his body. He was so much older, after all, and had to know how to stop this madness in his soul.
“I want it,” Stolas moaned.
Yet he didn’t know what he wanted at all. He just wanted so deeply that he would take whatever someone would give him. He didn’t want to live his life with only his fingers and chair arms to rub against.
“What is it you want?”
Stolas gasped at the sudden voice and roughly pulled his fingers from his body. He looked around the room for the source of it, and from the shadows, a figure emerged.
“Is the little prince being naughty?” Andrealphus cooed as he approached the bed.
“Sir…” Stolas muttered. “I-I…”
“Shhh, you precious thing.” Andrealphus sat on the bed next to him.
Stolas hadn’t realized how tall the other demon wasn’t until then. Andrealphus was in a white gown so sheer that Stolas could see the light feathers under it. His crown was gone, but he still felt far more royal than Stolas ever could be.
“We don’t want to wake up daddy, do we?” Andrealphus whispered.
Stolas shook his head.
Andrealphus sighed heavily and reached his hand to Stolas as though he were a frightened animal.
“You are merely a boy, aren’t you?” Andrealphus asked. “I remember those teenage days, how absolutely foolish and horny I was.” Andrealphus chuckled and cupped Stolas’ cheek. “Don’t try to deny it.”
Stolas pushed against Andrealphus’ hand and chittered happily at the touch. His fingers were as cool as he imagined, but it seemed only to make the fire in his body burn brighter. He wondered if this was a dream.
“Yes, it's bothersome, isn’t it?” Andrealphus said softly. “Your body is so confused, and you just want to feel better. Fucking yourself just isn’t enough, is it? You need more.”
Stolas met Andrealphus’ eyes as the warning in his head went off, and reality set in. Andrealphus was far older, far more experienced, and he shouldn’t be in his room this late. His father would be furious.
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Stolas apologized. “I will go right to bed.”
Andrealphus shook his head. “No, little prince, I don’t think you will be. After all, you didn’t cum yet.”
Stolas’ heartbeat quickened. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
Andrealphus’ gaze, which until now had been soft, darkened, and he pulled away from Stolas. Stolas whined at the loss of the touch.
“You are a liar?”
With the accusation, Andrealphus drew back the blankets to bring the mess Stolas had made of himself in full view. His nightgown was pushed up to his chest, and his legs were still spread as a dark stain on the sheets and feathers wet with slick told the entire story.
“It isn’t what it looks like!” Stolas cried out as he tried to grab the blankets. “Please don’t look!”
“I can smell it,” Andrealphus hissed. “Your cunt is so needy and your head so full of stupidity that you don’t even know what is good for you. Let me change that.”
Andrealphus was quick. In a single leap, he slid up to Stolas in the bed and pressed his legs impossibly wider. He didn’t have time to gasp before Andrealphus was in his face.
“If you make a noise, your father will hear you.” Andrealphus’ gaze softened. “I am going to make all your nightly pain go away, little prince. Just lie back and enjoy it.
Stolas knew he should fight back. He shouldn’t allow this demon to touch him like this, but he wanted it so much.
When it was clear Stolas wasn’t going to scream, Andrealphus smiled and began to preen Stolas’ neck. The feeling of his beak working at his feathers was enough to ignite any flame that might have been extinguished. Stolas moaned against the feeling, and his hips bucked at Andrealphus’ gentle touch.
“You need more?” Andrealphus asked. “I will give you more, little prince, but I have a question. Do you know that special spot deep in your cloaca that makes you see stars?”
Stolas shook his head and realized he was panting and whining.
“How embarrassing,” Andrealphus tuttered. “I can’t let my sister marry a man who cannot please her. Here, let me show you.”
Andrealphus kept his eyes on Stolas as he placed his hand between Stolas’ thighs. Andrealphus’ thumb brushed against Stolas’ swollen clit, and he cried out against the contact. He had never had anyone else’s hand on him.
“Shhh,” Andrealphus hissed. “What did I say about your father?”
But Andrealphus didn’t pull his thumb away and kept with his ministrations. Stolas’ eyes watered at the contact, for he was too sensitive, already too close.
“Too much,” Stolas whispered.
“No, I do not think so. I will tell you when it is too much.”
Andrealphus kept going, his thumb steady with its speed, and Stolas held back his cries. He could feel he was going to cum, and he didn’t want to. He doesn’t want Andrealphus to see his shame, so he fought against it.
“Why are you holding back?” Andrealphus asked. “Doesn’t this feel good?”
“I can’t.”
Andrealphus tapped his beak against Stolas’. “Why not, little prince? Are you bashful?”
Stolas whimpered as his body wanted more than anything to cum. He wants to spend against Andrealphus’ fingers and show him just how much he appreciates what he is doing.
“Are you embarrassed?” Andrealphus continued his questioning, his beak pressed against Stolas’.
Stolas turned away, trying to run from Andrealphus’ soft scent and cold touches, but Andrealphus laughed in response.
“How adorable! Little Stolas is too embarrassed to cum. Isn’t that just sweet, but we can’t have that.”
Andrealphus pushed himself off of Stolas’ body, his thumb never leaving Stolas’ clit. Andrealphus sat up on the bed and pulled Stolas down so his lower half was on Andrealphus’ lap, and his spread legs hugging Andrealphus’ back. Stolas had never felt so exposed by how Andrealphus looked down at his most private of body parts.
“My sister is going to be so lucky,” Andrealphus said. “You’ve got the cutest little cloaca I’ve ever seen. A pity it won’t be me to destroy it.”
Then two of Andrealphus’ fingers are on Stolas’ opening.
The touch pulled Stolas back into reality. He knew he should not be doing this with his father’s trusted friend. He shouldn’t be allowing Andrealphus to fuck him. He would get in trouble, his father would be furious, what if this ruins the marriage?
“Wait,” Stolas cried out. “Just wait-”
Andrealphus offered him the softer, kindest look Stolas had ever received.
“What a shame that I can’t.”
Andrealphus forced his finger in with a suddenness that Stolas wasn’t prepared for, and almost immediately, Andrealphus was against the spot he had talked about. When Stolas fucked his fingers before, it was simply the act of it, and on occasion, he would feel a shock of pleasure from somewhere in his body.
This was different. As Andrealphus rubbed Stolas’ clit and that spot inside of him, Stolas knew he couldn’t fight against it, though he continued to try.
“This is the spot,” Andrealphus told him. “If you rub right here-,” Andrealphus pressed even harder on that spot, and Stolas’ vision went blurry, “-you will give my sister the most amazing orgasm. Can’t you feel that, little prince? Doesn’t that feel good?”
Stolas tried to pull away as all his efforts to hold back began to crumble. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Andrealphus asks. “I think you can. In fact, I know you can. Don’t you want to cum?”
Stolas cried out in frustration, tears streaming down his face. He wants to, Lucifer knows he wants to, but he just can’t. He knew that this wasn’t how it should be, and that his father would be furious if he knew.
“Do you really want to disappoint me?” Andrealphus snapped, and suddenly, there was a third finger in Stolas’ body, and he had never felt so full in his entire life.
He couldn’t stop it. His body shuddered, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he came onto Andrealphus’ lap. His face grew warm with both shame and relief. He couldn't admit to himself just how good it felt, and when he finally looked down, he saw how his cum stained Andrealphus' nightgown. It made his cunt pulse at the thought and he wished Andrealphus would fuck him again, and again, until he couldn't walk.
It isn’t until Stolas is finally settled from his orgasm that Andrealphus breaks the silence.
“See now, was that so difficult?” Andrealphus pulled his fingers out, and Stolas cried out at the emptiness. “Just needed a little help. I’m not sure how we can continue these lessons if you are going to disobey me.”
“Lessons?” Stolas asked, his voice dry and hollow.
Andrealphus pushed Stolas out of his lap and, leaving the bed, whispered. “Do you think I came to this stupid palace to chaperone my little sister? Absolutely not.” Andrealphus leaned back down to where Stolas tried to catch his breath, and grabbed Stolas’ face to bring it up to his own. “I plan to teach you all there is to know about being a good husband so you better pay fucking attention.”
Andrealphus tossed Stolas back onto the pillow and swayed to the door, his long train feathers following behind him.
“Good night, little prince. I will see you for your lessons tomorrow.”