Exes and Ohs
“Guess who brought doughnuts and-.... uh, what did I miss?” Stitches asked, baffled at the sight before her.
The atmosphere of the I.M.P. office was tense, much more than usual. Prince Stolas was there, and even Loona had a much more serious air about her than usual. She finally comes back to work and can’t even get through three shifts without something happening. She groans and carries the doughnuts and coffees to the table. Aria, wrapped around her neck, disguised as a fancy necklace, shifts slightly, reacting to the tension in the room.
“Forgive the tense atmosphere, Your Grace,” Stolas said, putting his hand on his chest and giving a courteous bow. “My daughter has run off to the mortal realm, and we are preparing a rescue.”
Stitches blinked. OH! The episode “Seeing Stars”! Right! She smiled sympathetically at Stolas. “Of course, Stolas, I am sure you will find her. Do you know where she ended up?” She already knew, but now was a great time to try to pull some timeline threads. “Why did Octavia even go to Earth, anyway?”
“I don’t know what would possess her to go!” Stolas cried, pacing again. “Miss Loona says she’s in ‘L.A.’, so we will have to go there and hope we can pick up her trail.”
“Oh, Holly’s Wood!” Stitches chirped brightly. “Home of some of Earth’s biggest actors and screenwriters. Lots of people go there to chase their dreams in front of a camera. The rest are there to see the movie stars.”
Blitz scoffed. “Yeah, highly doubt an Ars Goetia Princess is going to go chasing fame in the mortal world.” He patted her head indulgently. “Good try on those investigation skills, though, kid! A little more work, and you could be a private eye in the next century or two!”
“Asshole…” Stitches mumbled, smacking away his hand. Stolas opened a portal, and the entire crew started going through. “Wait, all of you are going?”
“Sorry, sugar cube,” Millie looked back sweetly. “It’s all hands on deck. If you want, you can lock up and head home for the day. Who knows how long we will be gone.”
Stitches sighed. “No, I’ll stick around for a while. I know how to set up appointments for potential clients, so it’s not a big deal. Good luck!”
Soon, the portal was gone, and she was left alone. The likelihood of Stolas having gotten the tiny message was slim, but she needed to take it slow; so subtle it was. One day, she would have to sneak to Earth, just for fun, see how different it was from her Earth. But, considering how on edge everyone still was about what had happened two weeks ago, no way was she going to get away with it anytime soon.
“Guess it is just you and me, Aria, huh?” she cooed, and the winged serpant purred as she slithered off her shoulder, transforming to her neutral, stuffed toy look, hovering at Stitches’ height. “What do you say we practice a little while we wait for clients?”
Aria nodded enthusiastically and settled on the carpet a few feet from her. Stitches moved some of the furniture out of the way so they would have a little more space, her companion watching her movements eagerly. Once Stitches was satisfied with their practice space, she took her position and faced her amphithere with a smile. She pulled out her phone and set up her music playlist.
“Let’s start slow and practice reading each other’s moves. We’ll do it just like we practiced with Dad. I’ll move and you try to anticipate what I will do and copy it. Then, we’ll switch after the chorus: you move and I copy.” Stitches grinned. “Deal?”
Aria bobbed her head and tasted the air with her tongue, taking on a determined look. Stitches nodded and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. She pressed play, turned up the volume, then tossed the phone to the desk. She stood still for a moment, getting a feel for the beat, and then she started to dance.
She kept her eyes on Aria, and the creature was reacting fairly quickly as she freestyled her movements, twisting and turning to the music, being sure to change it up as much as possible to keep her magical friend guessing. As the first chorus ended, she locked eyes with Aria and nodded, letting her take the lead. It was a bit more difficult to follow Aria’s more fluid and animalistic movements, but she found that every note that passed seemed to get easier. By the time the song ended, she was laughing as they twirled around one another, completely absorbed in the moment.
As the song ended, she and Aria ended in an embrace, Aria’s wings wrapping around her in the mimickry of a hug, enveloping her in the comforting smell of apples and ozone. She let her body relax and hugged her back, the cool, smooth scales covering strong muscle. Even in this chibi version, It made her feel safe and secure.
“Huh, never seen a doll dance with a snake before.”
Stitches let go of Aria and spun toward the sound, Aria growing larger on instinct and wrapping around her protectively, spreading her wings behing the both of them and hissing at the intruder. In the doorway stood a familiar succubus, with hot pink skin, long white and pink hair. She was dressed in a trendy, gorgeous outfit that hugged her curves, wearing high heels that made her even taller. The heart-shaped tip of her tail flicked lazily behind her as she leaned against the door frame, watching the display in front of her with amusement.
Stitches was equally embarrassed and entranced. “Y-you’re-”
“Yes yes,” the succubus waved dismissively as she sauntered into the room. “Verosika Mayday, Popstar and social icon of both Hell and Earth, maybe Heaven, if the fucking prudes were honest with themselves.” She titled her head and smirked. “You going to tell your pet to stand down or…?”
Stitches cleared her throat and snapped her fingers. Aria immediately shrunk down, turning back into her necklace form, gold with tiny emerald and amethyst inlaid jewels, and slithered around her neck, going completely still like any piece of jewelry. She didn’t take her eyes off the haughty woman in front of her, not all the reasons for it being completely innocent, if she was being honest. Yep, I am developing a type, fuck…
“Blitz is out of the office for the day,” she blurted, desperate to break the silence. She felt her cheeks flush and she started picking at the hem of her left sleeve. Due to the renewed interest in the Magne, she had started covering her arms whenever she was out of her room or other safe spaces. The last thing she needed was someone seeing it and blowing her cover before her debut.
“Hmm, too bad.” Verosika eyed her curiously. “I was looking forward to picking on him while I was in the area.” She motioned at her. “What is a Sinner doing dancing around his office? Are you a client of his?”
Stitches laughed nervously. “Um, no, I’m, uh, his employee?” She groaned and face-palmed. “Ugh, I’m so fucking awkward!” she moaned quietly, her embarrassment increasing by the minute.
“Why are you so nervous?” Verosika purred, leaning closer, and her eyes were almost hypnotizing.
“Because you’re hot!” Stitches blurted, immediately blushing completely and clamping a hand over her mouth, stumbling backward. If the world had opened up and swallowed her right then, that would have been a blessing.
Verosika blinked in surprise and giggled, straightening up and giving her a few steps of space. “Satan, you are cute. Hope my ex is treating you okay. For the record, he’s a douche, so if he hits on you, shove him in a lava pit. Though, you’re not usually his type, so you should be fine.”
Stitches coughed and tried to regain some composure. “Uh, bad break up, I take it?”
“Hmm, something like that.” Verosika leaned against Loona’s desk and picked up a small horse figurine Blitz had left there. “Let’s just say he has a habit of being a fucking trainwreck and hurting anyone who gets close.”
“Oh, I have had a few exes like that,” Stitches empathized, starting to calm down, and pointedly focusing on Verosika’s face and not on her long, distracting legs. “Emotionally self-destructive and making it everyone’s problem.”
Verosika threw her hands up in the air. “Exactly! Fuck, they made me do therapy while I was in rehab, but for the love of Satan, he is the one that need it the most!” She grinned at Stitches. “You know, you are pretty cool for a Sinner.”
Stitches growled playfully in mock offense. “A human-turned demon who isn’t a fucking cunt?” She gasped and pretended to swoon. “Call the papers! We need to alert the people!”
Their eyes met and they both burst out laughing, huched over and and to the point of tears. Eventually it died down, Verosika smiling as she wiped away a tear. “Oh, you are a fucking riot!” she breathed, her face taking on a softer edge. “What’s your name, Sinner?”
“Stitches,” she answered, grinning back with a light blush on her cheeks. “Great to meet you, Miss Mayday.”
“You can call me Verosika.” She tilted her head. “On a scale of ‘no thanks’ to ‘sure why not’, how would you like to go get something to eat? If you think your boss won’t flip on you bailing on work.”
Stitches heart skipped a beat. “Wait… like a- are you asking me to-”
“Satan, you are too cute.” Verosika giggled and held out a hand. “How about we just call it ‘lunch’ and go from there?” She met Stitches eyes, then glanced at her lips. “I, for one, would very much like to ‘go from there’, if you are willing,” she purred.
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“Oh, fuck!” Verosika laughed, handing Stitches a bottle of water. “Your exes are worse than mine. I never had one go to that pathetic of lengths.”
Stitches giggled and took the offered bottle, settling into the couch cushions. After lunch at a cute little diner nearby, Verosika had driven them around for hours, allowing them to continue chatting about everything from favorite food to dating horror stories. Now, they were at Verosika’s apartment, one of them, on the better side of Imp City. The penthouse suite overlooked a good portion of the Circle and the wilderness surrounding it, Pentagram City just visible on the horizon. It was a great way to wind down after a fun day of getting to know one another.
Stitches took a sip and grinned. “Yeah, he was so obsessed.” She looked into those beautiful, sultry eyes. “He was such a fucking abusive, cheating asshole when we were together. But up to the day I died, even married and about to give birth, if I told him to pick me up and take me out for dinner, he would go all out!” She sighed, taking in the view outside the window. “He was a bastard and a simp, but I still used him, knowing he would never bite back because he was so sure he could win me back somehow. I wonder sometimes if that makes me a bad person, stringing him on for over a decade, just so I could feel better about myself when my spouse was being an ass.”
“I mean….” Verosika hedged. “You did tell him constantly that you would never be with him. He is the one who insisted on remaining in your life, spoiling you and taking care of you. You set boundaries and stuck to them, didn’t once pretend you were going to eventually give him what he wanted.” She shrugged. “You only accepted what he freely gave, while still remaining honest and detached. After all he did to you, the least you deserved was some form of compensation.”
“I did almost let him swallow his tongue once when he was having a seizure,” Stitches reminded her.
“Yeah, AFTER he physically assualted you and nearly broke your arm!” Verosika spat. “Not to mention how he threatened to take your dog to the pound for simply spending a few hours at a friend’s house after work. Or how he choked out your mutual girlfriend in front of you for her talking back to him.” The succubus patted her knee. “Down here? Someone would have slaughtered him and fed him his own dick! He would have been so lucky as to be allowed to simp after you with no reward. Fuck, what you did, you might as well be a saint!”
Stitches smiled warmly, and gods, if she wasn’t attractive before, she sure as Hell was now. “I think that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.” She continued to watch Verosika as she crawled over to her. The succubus’s lithe and curvy body made her skin heat up and a coil of pleasure settle in her stomach. Verosika gently parted her legs and knelt between them, rising until their faces were inches from each other. Stitches bit back a moan. “I am not as saintly as as I seem,” she whispered, her eyes falling to those perfectly glossy lips. “You could have anyone in realm. You-”
Verosika put a perfectly manicured claw to her lips to silent her, her own breathing coming out uneven. “I don’t care who I could have,” she whispered, looking at her with half-lidded eyes. “I want you. For now, for a short time, for forever…” She huffed a laugh. “We don’t have to decide that just yet.” She looked into Stitches eyes with a lust that could melt diamonds. “But here, now? If you want it, if you want me?” She glanced down at Stitches’ lips, licking her own, before looking back up again. “I am all yours, Stitches, even if just for now.”
Stitches didn’t even think, didn’t hesitate, just leaned forward with a pathetic whine and pressed her lips softly against Verosika’s. They were soft, warm, and she felt the pleasant coil in her belly simmer even hotter as their lips moved together, closed and chased, yet so passionate that it made her head spin. Stitches’ hands slowly wrapped around Verosika’s neck, pulling her closer, begging for more. Meanwhile, Verosika’s hands remained on her thighs, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles, grounding her to reality, to this moment.
Verosika pulled away first, Stitches chasing the warmth and comfort of those lips with a sad whine. She giggled softy and pressed their foreheads together, eyes closed. “I need verbal consent, sweet thing.” She kissed Stitches’ temple, sending waves of warmth down Stitches’ spine. “I would never take more than what is willingly given.”
Stitches gasped, her mind scrambling for the words, not used to someone being so specific and demanding about having her full consent. When was the last time someone had insisted that she give her full, sober consent? Even at the party, no one had taken into account that she was noticably high when Ember threw her into the waiting arms. She couldn’t hate the people who had nearly taken her, but they had seen she wasn’t sober, coudn’t truly give consent. Before that? Hell, even her own spouse had coerced her on occasion, pushed her even when she said no…
“Stitches?” Verosika whispered, her brow crinkled with concern, and it was only then that Stitches realized she had tears falling down her face. She pulled back a little more. “We can stop, we don’t have to-”
Stitches reached out and gripped her shoulders, panting as she looked into those beautiful eyes. “No, please, I want this!” she begged. She looked at Veronika’s lips, then back at her eyes, bucking her hips in protest. “I just… no one has ever been so thoughtful and asked me for sober, solid consent before!” She bit her lip and moaned, rocking her hips against the air in search of friction. “Please, Verosika, I need-”
Verosika surged forward and captured her lips again, the fire between them burning even hotter. A gentle tease of her tongue against her lips had her gasping, allowing the agile, experienced tongue into her mouth, taunting lewd, desperate moans from her throat. Stitches melted into the gentle and searching sensations, her mind floating out of her body, yet, so focused on every slight move, every difference of pressure, every loving suck and pull. It was Heaven, the closest she ever hoped to be, and fuck every feathered idiot past those pearly gates who thought that gilded cage was better than the talented tongue in her mouth!
Verosika pulled back, both of them panting harshly, her eyes reflecting the lust Stitches felt in her every atom of her being. She smiled, trailing kisses along her jaw, down her neck, agile fingers working loose buttons and strings and zippers. Vaguely, Stitches was glad her Magne Mark was covered by a length of ace bandage today. Trauma-dumping was one thing, and sleeping with someone the same day you met them was also passable, in certain social groups. Revealing your secret identity to someone you just fell into bed with on the first meeting? Totally different.
If it got serious, she would tell her. For now, though? She couldn’t think past the nimble fingers, dextrous tongue, and talented lips. Moans and whines escaped her lips like a chanted prayer; her body arched and spasmed as though being exorcised of all her past sins. And when Verosika finally allowed her to return the favor, she worshiped her body like a suplicant seeking forgiveness, mapping her body with the care and devotion of one seeking El Dorado, and devoured her every sweet release like a man trapped in the desert. Time had no meaning, the world outside that room did not exist. All that mattered was the hot pink skin, melodic voice, and warm, gentle embrace that made stars burst across her vision and a nearly-forgotten longing being fulfilled.
Charlie may wish she would work toward redemption, but there could be no sweeter Heaven than what was panting and moaning in her arms.
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“Holy fuck, that’s hot!” Vox agreed, watching as the succubus and doll Sinner writhed together in Mayday’s suite. “How the Hell did you get cameras into Verosika’s apartment?”
Valentino chuckled. “By owning the damn apartment building and offering a cheaper rate for industry workers, naturally!” He ran his hands down the front of Vox’s suite, slowly making his way down to his pants, purring at the swell he found there. “I have all of them bugged, just in case there is anything I can use in my more underground work. Verosika is a big-ticket item, and I was lucky to get her to rent a suite. Too bad it doesn’t have sound, but I can always edit that in.”
“This is even better than that stupid imp cunt got us at that party.” Vox grabbed one of Val’s arms and brought him around the chair harshly, forcing him to his knees and between his legs. Valentino wasted no time, setting to work on pleasing him, while Vox kept his eyes glued to the screen. “We can’t let this get out until we are ready, and Velvette certainly would veto it right now. But, fuck, Val, this is some of your best work. We’ll see what the fucking Hazbin has to say about their precious little Sinner fucking a damn popstar succubus on the first date!”
Valentino purred. “And then I can have her, Voxy?” He looked up at Vox, and fuck, it may not be Alastor, but it sure as shit wasn’t a bad view. One day, he would have the deer demon on his knees, just not yet. Until then, Val was a good placeholder. “I get my doll when it’s all said and done, right? I want to personally train her before I let my whores fuck her open on camera.”
Vox laughed and shoved Valentino’s head down, otherwise occupying his mouth. “When we win, you will get your little doll to play with, Val.” He grinned at the screen. “You can have your doll, and I will get the Radio Demon.”