baby got back
“And you couldn’t have bothered to at least say good morning when you came in?”
“Hello to you too, Stols,” Blitz cheerfully wiggled her claws from the deckchair she’d stretched out on, and took another sip of her beer. “Ah, you know how it is out there - wasn’t gonna freeze my tits off any longer than I have to.” She gestured with the can beyond the palace walls, where sheets of torrential acid rain poured down – but here at Stolas’s mansion the clouds parted and the pentagram in the sky shone down bright and warm.
Weather manipulation. One of the perks of being girlfriends with transactional fucking a demon whose role was to read the stars and the skies.
“Well, if you are going to indulge in my hospitality I do wish you’d call ahead.” Blitz tilted her head back just in time for the peck on her forehead she knew was coming. She caught a glimpse of what Stolas was wearing - a dainty pink-and-purple kimono that emphasised her MILF hips nicely. “You’re lucky Stelios isn’t home. I hate to think what he’d do to you if he found you here.”
“What do you take me for, a bimbo?” Blitz let herself smirk cockily. Clittily? “I knew you were home alone today.”
“Spying on my household? Oh, Blitzy, how devious of you,” Stolas hardly sounded offended at all, of course she viewed the prospect as titillating. Blitz was not surprised.
“Yeah, yeah, think what you like about it, tits –”
Blitz turned her head, just in time to see Stolas shuck off her kimono … and she nearly choked on the swig of beer she’d just taken.
Hot. Diggity. Damn.
Underneath that robe was, honest-to-Satan, the best damn bikini she’d ever seen. It would’ve been modest on a succubus, but on Stolas it was positively pornographic. The top looked a size-too-small, leaving her underboob trying to escape through the peekaboo cutout. The string straps, for all their vivid scarlet-ness, were barely visible beneath her feathers and momma’s muffin top. And even from the side she could tell those bottoms were not covering up much of that fine bird ass.
While Blitz was having her pansexual moment Stolas had busied herself folding her kimono over the back of her deckchair. And as she went to lay out a towel to lie on, she turned around, flicked her tail up…and bent over.
Very, very fine bird ass.
Blitz lifted her sunglasses and whistled. Stolas looked over with the smuggest look possible.
“Like what you see?” she cooed, and shimmied.
“That -” that jiggle was very distracting. “-uh. Yeah! Yeah. I mean, it’s. Y’know. Yeah.” God damn it why did she trip over her words when she was trying to be suave and cool and aloof? Why was her face hot? And why did Stolas have to puff her feathers up in the most satisfied way, why did that have to make her tits look bigger than they already were? Fuck.
Stolas came closer, still leaning over, but now fully facing Blitz. Hhhngh. Tiddies. “You seem tense all of a sudden, darling. You don’t mind me joining you, do you?”
Blitz couldn’t get her mouth to work.
“Aww, poor dear,” Stolas patted the imp’s head, and turned back around, laying down on her lounger. “You must need a rest from all your hard work, Blitzy. I’ll be mindful. I’ll be demure.”
“Oi.” Blitz wasn’t able to take it anymore. Casting her beer can aside, she somersaulted from her deckchair to mount Stolas’s ass. “You. Are teasing me. And you think you can get away with it?” She pinched that wonderful rump for emphasis, and Stolas squeaked. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you, pretty bird.”
“Why, Blitz,” the owl tittered. “I was hoping you would.”
“I know you were, Stols,” Blitz purred, trailing a claw down from the base of Stolas’s tail and along the gusset of her bikini bottoms, to the sweet tune of a delightful moan.