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Stolas was angry at Prince Blitzø. He knew that his relationship with the prince could not last forever, but he could not believe that the prince was so heartless to hold his heart’s desires over him in exchange for…nothing. The prince had all but dismissed Stolas from his position. He insinuated that the owl should go live his own life. When Stolas had frozen up, the prince wished him a good life and left him alone in the royal bedchambers.
The owl stormed after the prince screaming at the top of his lungs, “Can’t I just get a second to think about all the things you put me through, you selfish asshole?! There is no way we can work, I knew that from the start but my heart betrayed me and I allowed myself to believe. You say that you have feelings for me, but you are encouraging me to leave! I gave up so much of myself for you!
“I thought at first it was just to be expected. You are a prince, so I didn’t have a choice but to obey! You have no idea what it is like to feel like you mean nothing! To be warned that you are just a plaything, and the royal that is interested in you would move on! Now you spring this crap on me that you want us to stay together. You want to help with Via?!?
“I really…” Stolas flung himself on his hands and knees before sobbing. His emotions were swirling around him and that small nagging voice in his head was telling him that he was having some sort of déjà vu. Blitzø hadn’t even been paying close attention to Stolas; he was staring elsewhere. Stolas boiled in anger, “I wish you could understand all you put me through.”
“I take it back,” said Blitzø barely above a whisper. He leaned forward and clutched the confused owl very tightly to himself. “I do understand, Stolas. More than you can ever know.”
There was a brilliant flash of light…
Prince Blitzø finally felt free. For the past year he had been living as a prisoner within his own body while a different, more crude version of himself was in control. He watched as the other Blitzø courted the palace’s newest servant, Stolas. And, even though he had no control over the events, he found himself falling for the owl despite himself. The only problem was that Stolas did not know the real Prince Blitzø. Would the owl even like him?
Once the light faded, and Blitzø’s vision returned to normal, he instantly grabbed Stolas’ hands and apologized, “Stolas, I am so sorry. I apologize with every fiber of my being. I did not mean to make you think that we were breaking up. In fact, I meant to do the opposite.
“I have realized that you are the only one for me, and despite what my father wishes, I could be with no other person whether they be man, woman, imp, succubus, or even Goetia. I got you the deed to the store was a way to undermine my father’s mandate to not have any additional dalliances with servants. If you do not work for me anymore, I could court you as I see fit.”
Blitzø ran out of steam as the owl continued to stare at him reeling from his confession. “I um…also wanted to make sure you could survive without relying on others if you did not want me in your life anymore. You do not have to agree to marry me. You can still keep the store. Consider it a severance package if you would like.”
Stolas worked his beak open and closed. The presence that had been haunting him for the past year was finally gone. It felt like there was another Stolas with him the entire time, watching his life as if it was an episode of a soap opera. The only thing he knew for certain was that the other Stolas desperately loved the prince. But, he wasn’t sure if he had the exact same feelings. Life had never been that easy after all.
The owl finally asked, “What about Via?”
“You told me you have not seen her in years. I wanted to help you reconnect because it feels like the right thing to do. I also fear for her safely. Once again, I am not asking for anything else in return. I just want you to be happy, birdie.” Prince Blitzø clutched the unresisting bird close again with tears in his eyes. Stolas was crying too. Maybe there was hope…
“Stolas, nothing I have offered you this evening will go away if you decide not to stay with me. If you need time to make a decision, I will give you as long as you need.”
The servant thought for a moment. “I really would like some more time to think about your proposal, Your Highness. I am honored, but I don’t- There are a lot of things we would have to work out no matter what. Tonight…I am just tired.”
Blitzø smiled. “It is perfectly fine, Stolas. And, of course, you are welcome to drop the appellation, and just call me Blitzø. I know I have said it many times before, and I hope one day I will not have to remind you.”
Stolas blinked at the prince. He seemed different from before. “Your- Blitzø, may I please ask you a personal question?”
“Of course, sweet bird.”
“Has the last year felt…off to you? Like you were not truly yourself?”
The prince froze, not knowing how to handle the question. True, it was the other Blitzø that got everything together for Stolas, but the prince would stand behind every word and action of the other Blitzø. There must have been some reason that he had thought the owl would be a proper husband. He was going to have to trust his instincts. But, he knew that there would be questions about the mental capacity to maintain his title.
Blitzø took a deep breath, and told a partial truth, “Only because I have fallen head over heels with you. I am so enamored with you, that I hardly feel like myself most of the time.”
“Ok,” said Stolas reticently. He pushed the crimson robe up his shoulder awkwardly as if he just realized he was still wearing it and not his usual clothes. “So, now what?”
“I believe…if you are up for it…no strings attached…I skipped our standing appointment last month. Would you like for me to make up for it?”
Stolas blushed as he rose to his feet. “So I don’t get anything out of this?” he taunted.
Blitzø smiled back. “I am afraid all the erotic novels I bought for you are at your new bookshop; I do not have any on me at the moment.” The prince’s face became more serious as he said, “Also, I have no desire to cheapen our feelings tonight by offering you anything in return for your company. We either spend the night in each other’s arms, or we do not. There is nothing more to it.”
The owl smiled as he held out his hand to the prince, “If that is what you want, Your Highness.”
“No, if that is what we want, Stolas.” Blitzø took his hand and led the way back to his chambers.
In every other full moon night, it was always Prince Blitzø that was in charge. Even on the night when he had acted as if he was serving Stolas, he was still in the lead. Tonight, he seemed less sure of himself. There was a slight tremor to the hands that untied Stolas’ robe and slid the fabric down his shoulders. Strangely, this new version of the prince made the owl feel more confident in his own skin.
Prince Blitzø seized Stolas’ mouth in a gentle kiss. “Stolas?”
“Yes, Your Highness?”
The imp grimaced at the title. He figured that old habits would be hard to break. He would just need to be patient with the bird. “The…um…industrial strength vibrator.” Blitzø’s voice choked off slightly, “Whose…ahem…orifice was that intended for?”
Stolas laughed at the prince’s awareness. “I really wasn’t sure. Lord Fizzarolli gifted it to us.”
Blitzø rolled his eyes at that. “That joker. He loves to tell me all about his fiancé’s ‘kaiju cock.’”
Stolas laughed, “You mean?”
“It is for me, yes. To show me what I’m missing out on.” The two of them shared a light hearted chuckle that they both really needed after the way that their evening had started.
Once they were done laughing, Stolas lay back on the bed. He used the fingers of one of hands to spread the folds of his cloaca wide open, so the prince could see the dripping hole. “How do you want me, My Highness?”
Blitzø thought that being called “My Highness” was the right step away from “Your Highness.” However, when he took in the sight of the bird lay spread before him, his brain short-circuited. Though he had seen this sight over a dozen times already, it was completely different with him in charge of his body again.
The other Blitzø wouldn’t have been this reticent. He would have dove right and and fuck the consequences (and the bird too). Stolas had fallen in love with that Blitzø, not him.
Stolas smiled knowingly. He strongly suspected that the prince had dodged his question and definitely wasn’t feeling like himself. Or, maybe, he finally was himself. How much of the bold prince that Stolas fell in love with wasn’t the real prince? The owl decided to put a pin in that line of thinking for later. There was no denying that he did love Blitzø and the prince loved him even if there were other factors at play. That could be a worry for another day.
The owl took a deep, centering breath and took charge. He rolled over and crawled on his hands and knees across the bed to his prince. “Let me help you.” He pulled on the sleeves of Blitzø’s jacket, peeling it off the imp.
Stolas leaned in and seized Blitzø mouth with his own as he deftly undid the buttons on his shirt. Blitzø whimpered as Stolas’ tongue danced around his. The owl’s hands slid along his toned chest. Blitzø figured he could die happily with just this much.
Without breaking up their kiss, Stolas raised his hands to finish removing the shirt before him. Now, his prince sat bare chested before him, but he was still wearing those tight pants. That would not do at all. Or maybe…
Blitzø whined briefly when Stolas broke off their kiss. But, before he could capture that owl’s lips again, Stolas lay his head down and nuzzled the imp’s lap. Blitzø felt the blood begin to rush south as the owl nuzzled against his clothed member. He could do nothing more than stroke the owl’s crest encouragingly.
Stolas let out an imitation of an imp’s purr as his feathers were stroked. He could feel Blitzø’s cock trying to break free of its confinement within his pants. He cooed softly and ran his hands over it, causing it to twitch involuntarily. Stolas brought his hands up and undid the fly of the pants with agonizing slowness.
When Blitzø’s cock leaped free, Stolas planted sweet kisses along the head and shaft as he continued to draw the imp’s pants down. He paused, puzzled when Blitzø’s boots stopped his progress short. Stolas hissed in frustration.
Blitzø chuckled indulgently, and raised his foot up, pressing it firmly against Stolas’s chest. He tapped his toe patiently.
Stolas smiled seductively and planted a kiss on the toe of the boot before working it off the hoof before him. He repeated the ritual with Blitzø’s other boot. Once the imp sat bare hooved before him, Stolas started working his pants down again. The pants joined Blitzø’s other clothes in a pile.
The owl continued to kneel before the prince and drew forward to take his cock in his beak. He was stopped short when Blitzø covered himself with his hands. Stolas looked up at Blitzø and confusion.
“I do not want you kneeling before me tonight. I am sorry, Stolas. I am trying to make sure you feel equal with me.”
Stolas smiled indulgently. “Did you want me to suck you off, Your Highness?”
“I always love it when you do, but not tonight.”
Stolas nodded as he stood up and climbed into the bed. He reached out his hands for Blitzø to join him.
Blitzø smiled as he crawled up the bed to join Stolas. He snuggled happily against his bird and they allowed themselves to just exist for a little bit.
Eventually, Stolas pulled away and planted a kiss on Blitzø’s forehead mark. He pushed the prince down on the bed and moved to slide his hands down the toned body before him again. He took in every beautiful blemish on his prince and kissed his way down.
Once the owl’s beak had reached Blitzø’s cock he planted several gentle kisses, but did not take it fully into his mouth. Blitzø whimpered slightly as Stolas’ hand came up and gave him a couple of test strokes. Stolas reached his own hand between his legs as he plied Blitzø’s cock with more licks and kisses without fully taking it into his mouth. When he was ready, he rose up on his knees and sank down onto Blitzø’s cock. He wasn’t as prepped as usual, so there was a slight pain in the stretch. It was not any worse than what Stolas had dealt with before.
It did not take long before the two lovers began panting as Stolas rode Blitzø. Blitzø couldn’t help it as his hands and tail wrapped around Stolas’ hips and waist. Stolas parted his mouth invitingly, and Blitzø understood the invitation to place the spade of his tail within the warmth. Stolas gently stuck on the spade and swirled his tongue around it.
Blitzø suddenly came under the increased stimulation. He thrust upward pumping into the owl. Stolas didn’t seem close to coming yet, and was continuing to drive himself up and down along the imp’s softening cock. “Stolas,” breathed out Blitzø, “I really do not deserve you or your forgiveness.”
“Darling,” said Stolas as he started to slow down a little. “I don’t think I can…”
“It is ok, Stolas. Let us trade out.” The other Blitzø probably would have been able to quickly roll them over and flip their positions without an issue, but Stolas had to pull himself off Blitzø’s cock for them to adjust. Out of habit, Stolas dropped onto his hands and knees with his tail swept out of the way to show off his hole with Blitzø’s cum still filling it.
Blitzø groaned as he pumped his dick in his hand a couple of times to make sure it was revitalized enough to continue with the round. He gripped Stolas’ hips and he thrust inside, instantly bottoming out. Stolas collapsed onto his chest arching his back beautifully.
Stolas gripped the pillows near his hands as he began to feel his cloaca flutter around Blitzø’s dick. He canted his hips slightly to ensure that Blitzø hit just the right angle. A well placed thrust from the imp afterward caused the owl to scream, “Yes!”
The prince took Stolas’ exclamation as command to start slamming himself into the owl at a blistering pace. He soon heard the owl scream again and telltale signs of Stolas’ cloaca clamping down like a vice. Blitzø couldn’t hold back much longer and managed to come a second time alongside Stolas. He collapsed on top of the owl still buried within him.
“Yes…” Stolas breathed again.
“Yes, what?” asked Blitzø as he started to drift off into a sated sleep.
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”