***
At the same time as Stella's new story was taking its course, Octavia's story was beginning a new chapter. After a great wedding, and an even better wedding feast -Stolas and Octavia finally saw themselves as husband and wife.
By now they were back at the palace. While the staff was putting the wedding gifts and everything else in place, Stolas and Octavia were going to their room holding hands. At Octavia's request, many of her things had been moved to Stella and Stolas' former room, closing that chapter of the palace completely -and starting a new one between a father & daughter. Her clothes had now been hung in what used to be her mother's wardrobe, her shoes and other accessories adorned and filled the drawers of the room -it was now a homogeneous mixture of both, giving new harmony to the room. Octavia's room was now transformed into more of a studio, where Octavia could work on any project she wanted. Decorative details such as her calendar, posters, rugs and other similar details remained in place -thus shouting out her youthful individuality, things like her telescope and other recreational objects were still here as well.
But let's look at what is happening right now as I foolishly ramble on describing the new scene to you.
—I finally feel like it's really going to be all right. —Octavia said as she hugged her father—.
—Till death do us part. —Stolas comforted her—.
Both entered the bedroom with an exhausted walk. But neither of them was yet ready to sleep.
As Stolas closed the door, he helped Octavia out of her dress, unbuttoning the corset and removing the remaining pieces one by one -an easy task compared to what was removed after the wedding and even easier compared to the work it took to put it all on. Each item he removed was tossed into a basket.
Before long Octavia was in just her underwear, which she took off herself in an effort to let her body breathe a little. The surprising thing about this however was Stolas, who still at this point found some modesty in seeing his daughter naked. It is no lie to say that Stolas; despite having finally confronted his fears, still saw his daughter as just that, his daughter. Perhaps a guilt that would never go away, but was completely silenced by his love for her and his desire to make her happy. It was a funny feeling; seeing his daughter as his wife, but he was proud, it was for the best.
Tentatively he took his daughter by the waist, and she responded by pressing her body against his, holding him in an inverted embrace that, to anyone observing, would look awkward to say the least.
Stolas bent down to kiss her, to which Octavia responded lovingly. Someone who for many years dreamed that she would lose her father, to the point of having nightmares about it since she was a child, finally felt free when all this began; the nightmares disappeared and she only saw in her dreams her happy destiny at her father's side. Originally, she was afraid of this destiny; true, but it was for the simple fact that it was something new for her -it was relatively possible to believe that she was regretting it, but little by little she got used to the idea. And now her dream was coming true. Who knows what she would dream of now. She turned to face Stolas and helped him undress.
They had been through so much and finally the sorrows would end. They could devote themselves to love, to pleasure.
Stolas helped himself to his clothes as Octavia plunged her face into her father's body, preening her feathers, preening his with her beak.
When the two were finally naked they looked at each other and smiled. They touched each other tenderly with their hands, running their bodies gently as they felt each other; as if they were discovering their bodies for the first time, just like that time. From this new scene one could write the most beautiful and melodious songs in the world.
They would try to capture this for even a second. But their story is impossible to summarize in so few words, in just a few verses.
It had been a long time since they had seen each other like this, desired each other like this. Since the last time they had sex, when Octavia used what was left of her balm; of her cursed drug that started it all, in a way this was the first time they had genuinely and truly desired each other. Perhaps this was the sweetest love scene ever described, or the most repulsive and sickening, worthy of existing in hell -the truth mattered little.
—You know? —Octavia finally spoke—. This is more comfortable if we are in bed.
Octavia stared into her father's eyes, four eyes that looked back at her with a loving gaze. She took the first step and moved him towards the bed, weakly pushing him to lie down. When Stolas did so she lay down on top of him, but neither she nor Stolas were yet sufficiently aroused to go straight into the act, both were intent on playing a little longer before releasing themselves into the carnal act.
Octavia kissed him first; embracing his face with her hands, and Stolas reciprocated with an affection that would melt anyone as he embraced her waist, the kisses were brief and substantial -as if they were afraid to touch, but could not help but reach at each other again. Gradually the kisses sped up, so much so that it became one kiss, long and lingering. It was a magical moment when the two of them met.
When the kiss was finally over, they both looked into each other's eyes, their faces completely flushed, with a smile from tip to tip and a half-open mouth from which a heavy breath was coming out.
But the candle of passion was just beginning to burn, as it could; Stolas urged her with his hands to lie down on top of him again, so that she could kiss his neck; on one side and on the other, Octavia had no chance of anything but kissing him in the same way, preening each other like two frolicking birds. Octavia; excited by passion, was gradually climbing upwards; now placing her hands on the head of the bed, so that Stolas could only kiss what was in front of him, and that was now his daughter's breast.
He began with affectionate bites on her nipples, with each one Octavia made a similar gesture to that of biting her lower beak. It was impossible for her to avoid a momentary moan with each peck, and each time her nipples became harder and more sensitive -causing the subsequent bites and kisses to be even more intense and -therefore -more pleasurable.
Stolas finally felt confident enough to let go of Octavia's waist and grab her breasts, one with each hand. He squeezed them hard, and if not with his beak, then with his claws, with which he pinched again and again. It was an erotic mixture of passionate and sentimental sex.
With every moan the passion settled more and more in both of them. It was only a short time before Octavia let out a slightly wilder side. She wouldn't let Stolas move if she didn't want him to.
With a mischievous grin Octavia settled herself with her legs at Stolas' sides, forcing him to let go -which caught him by surprise, but there was no objection. Her aim was clear, to sit on his face so that his mouth was within reach of performing oral on her. Stolas was at first shocked by his daughter's scent, but in a way that motivated him to begin, her wetness was immediately apparent in a slight sheen to her feathers, which seemed like grass glistening as it became wet with the morning dew.
He began to pass his beak around the outside, as if gently scraping the surface, which Octavia was immediately fascinated by, pushing down to force the beak in, and not wanting to hurt her -Stolas was trying to arrange his mouth so that he could replace his beak with his tongue. Feeling this sudden change from a stiff sensation to something softer; and just like her, moist, could only provoke an amount of pleasure that even I would not dare to describe -with a moan that surely reached to the heavens, it was more than enough to understand how she felt. Octavia finally released the headboard and grabbed Stolas again, but this time by the head in a way that forced him to close his upper eyes and just look through the main ones. She continued to take control of the situation by moving her hips back and forth; and sometimes, left and right -forcing Stolas to taste her completely -just like the first time, and Stolas could do nothing but enjoy her taste.
Minutes passed, and as Octavia's moans grew louder and louder, and at the same time muted -she was approaching her first orgasm of the night. As she felt it come, she dug her claws into Stolas' head, which caused him to react by opening his mouth wide for air to scream out his pleasure, but was immediately silenced by Octavia's orgasm, which came at the same time. A scream from Octavia accompanied the situation, crying out for her father.
It took them some time to catch their breath, and Octavia's legs were shaking like never before, reflecting the intensity of the feeling. Stolas was a little dazed by what had just happened, losing all lucidity and mentally struggling to regain it.
—I love you, dad. —Octavia said in a tired tone—.
—And I love you, Via. —Stolas replied with what air he had left in his lungs—.
But this was still just beginning, it was only fair that her father should also be able to reach an orgasm of his own.
Octavia then slowly crawled down, kissing her father as she faced him again, preening Stolas' feathers with her beak again, which caused him a beautiful tickling sensation; to which he merely moved his hands, which seemed to be in little spasms, trying hard to cover his face, but his hands would not allow it, the sensation was stronger.
Eventually Octavia reached her father's cloaca, where his penis was already fully exposed. She began by smelling it; recognizing the scent of those times. She immediately moved on to licking it, the sensation immediately passing through Stolas from his coccyx to his head.
It was relatively new for Octavia to see her father in this curious and almost adorable way, it was easy to deduce that the main difference was the fact that Stolas had not been drugged. Having access to all of his emotions gave a different Stolas, one who once again found the fun in making love in the same way he had discovered with Blitzo, not even the times he had been with Andrealphus could compare. It was the clear difference between sex and lovemaking. Stolas felt it too, that sense of freedom, his lucidity returning.
She licked Stolas' penis from one side and the other; from above and from the base, once fully explored she took him into her mouth completely.
—Oh... Oh, shit! —Stolas said excitedly—.
Octavia couldn't help a little giggle as she pulled Stolas' penis out of her mouth.
—Language. —Octavia replied somewhat mockingly—.
It was a bit curious that a scene that was once so dark and forbidden now had such a natural and even humorous connotation for both of them.
—Oh? Is that a scolding? —Stolas challenged—.
Octavia just stared at him with a disbelieving look as she took his penis back into her mouth all at once, and as she gave him oral, she scratched it with her beak, something akin to using one's teeth, without necessarily biting. This startled Stolas who immediately gave a groan into the wind and forcefully clutched at the sheets. But as soon as he regained control of his body it was his turn for revenge -taking Octavia by the head as she did, and in a similarly aggressive manner; he helped Octavia do it the way he wanted -thrusting in and out of her mouth over and over again as Octavia squinted at her father's violence, impossible to deny that she simply enjoyed it too, and supported by Stolas' hip movement, the thrusts were continuous and precise.
This went on for several minutes, setting the scene with Stolas' moans and the saliva swirling in Octavia's throat; until Stolas felt close to ejaculation.
—V....Via... wait, I'm going to-! —Stolas tried to articulate—.
Octavia gave a wicked smile and stopped immediately, clutching at her father so that he could not save himself, which caused Stolas' body to spasm slightly, contracting and stretching the claws of his feet as he lifted his chest. Stolas was surprised by Octavia's voracity, and Octavia; although she was no expert, she was simply following her instinct -and it was paying dividends, for she was having fun too.
Stolas could no longer do anything to prevent it, ejaculating into Octavia's mouth all that had accumulated during the time of deprivation of the sexual act to which he had forced himself. She had no choice, she swallowed every drop -and although she was still not used to the taste, nor the texture, eroticism and lust did the job of helping her savor it anyway. To the point of cleaning it up when he had finally finished.
Octavia returned to her father's arms, lewdly kissed him, mingling in both their mouths the fluids they had so far expelled. Sighing, she said:
—I love you. I don't know how many times I've told you today, I love you.
He leaned his head against his chest.
—Now I will show you how a demon makes love. —He whispered to her—.
Octavia opened her eyes wide, almost in shock. Stolas quickly flipped the positions, turning themselves arround, now with him on top and her on the bottom. He forcefully took Octavia's hands and kissed her again, this time in a completely lewd and sexual way, forcing his body onto hers; forcing her to moan for air and move her body in hope of some mobility. Fifteen minutes the kisses lasted, for half an hour he also kissed her body, bit her, groomed her and caressed her -her feathers lost all sense of order and direction at that moment. Octavia was now "hanging"; clasped hand and foot in Stolas, much like how a sloth hangs on a tree branch. She could hardly believe how long they had gone so long without doing these things, much less could she believe she was doing it again.
The moment had come, she felt the tip of Stolas' penis touch her shyly. But when he found his entrance, this shyness disappeared as he entered all at once.
She couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs. Maybe it was the time that had passed since the last time, maybe it was something Stolas did on the sly, but the feeling was different, it was big, strong and definitely thick. But that didn't stop Stolas who was now ramming her again and again.
Octavia was enjoying this more than she had when she drugged Stolas, she was willing now to let him violate her, he could desecrate her, penetrate her, complicate her, as he broke apart her insides, she sold her soul to her father; it was the only thing that would work for her.
She wanted more than ever to have sex like animals, to feel him inside her all the time, to do it like animals as she moved closer to paradise. She would give him her isolation, what it entailed, her absence of faith -she would give herself to him completely. She begged for him to tear down her reason. Her existence was flawed without him.
Now the one who seemed to be losing her mind was Octavia, who was enjoying the pleasure from coast to coast. Before she knew it Stolas was ejaculating once more, the warm sensation of his semen inside her was what made her finally realize what was happening, what inspired her to kiss him one last time.
Both fell exhausted, finally allowing themselves to fall asleep; lovingly embraced, ready to begin their lives in marriage.
The next morning, they woke up full of energy, as if they had been reborn that night. Neither wanted to get out of bed and instead they snuggled close to each other, kissing tenderly amidst giggles and short "I love you" were said to each other. It wasn't until they indulged in a morning action of passion that they accepted the reality that it was another day, and there was still much to do.
They began by going through the gifts they had received at the wedding; neatly arranged in piles in the palace living room.
Beleth gave them a great variety of acetate records and a turntable to play them on. Among the records was music from all eras, even from the current era of humanity, where for us this technology is already obsolete.
Purson presented them with various divinatory objects commonly used in esotericism. Able to collect the past, and teach the future to the right sorcerer.
Asmodeus, not surprisingly, gave them all kinds of sexual objects for all kinds of fantasies and paraphilias. And of course, VIP access for Ozzie's, which would give them not only preferential service, but unique access to the "best tables" (whatever that meant). As well as other objects to promote his business.
Vine gave them a curious magnifying glass, which instead of zooming in on objects as a magnifying glass would do, this one -according to the instructions he wrote himself -was used to find lost objects. The idea was to think of the object to be found and you would see a "mark" which, if you followed it, would lead you to its location; whether it was an object or a living being, it was enough as long as it was lost.
Belial, and signed by Lucifer, gave them a letter -that if they so wished they could inherit the position of Paimon, who since his murder had left his place available, and that to date no suitable heir had been found (this, unlike humans, does not fall to the first-born, but to the best demon).
In the same way I could go on with every king, prince, duke, marquis, etc. But the list would be too long to continue. Not to mention the gifts given by the common people -but more importantly, the gifts from that group of assassins, so friendly to Prince Stolas.
I.M.P.'s gift were the most striking, not because of the ostentatious or apparently expensive wrapping. It was in fact the individuality of it, being poorly wrapped, and with bits and pieces of different papers; but above all the details, a hand-drawn picture by Blitzo of the two of them at an apparent wedding altar.
There was a genuine intention of affection and that is why it was opened last.
There was an interesting variety of things inside the gift box. Riding books clearly from Blitzo, and two figurines of horses pretending to be Stolas and Octavia; which you could only interpret by the clothes they were wearing. A top hat and a pink blouse respectively.
In addition, there were several items of gothic fashion, and a rabbit with two large fangs embalmed in a glass container; clearly from a certain shop that Loona and Octavia frequent so often.
A guitar and various sheet music ranging from beginner to more complex and melodious pieces -plus a small book with the lyrics of different songs and romantic poetry.
Millie, like Loona, chose her gifts more towards Octavia. It was a selection of somewhat sweet and even innocent items -cookery books, romance novels, plus various feminine clothing accessories such as brooches and necklaces. It was something like the gifts a mother would give her daughter; and that, in Stella's absence, Millie proudly took that maternal place.
They both treasured each item with all their love and gratitude, even uploading several photos of it to Sinstagram, where they showed off each gift; but it was clear that these seemingly random items were the ones they treasured the most.
Octavia; who was still following Stella on Sinstagram, didn't notice that while she was checking her social media -she passed by several photos of her mother with someone else. You couldn't see who, but their skin was red.
***
Two days later -back to the current date, by this time, Stella and Moxxie's second date would be already over.
Octavia and Stolas were engaged in another act of sexual fun. This time Octavia was using a strap-on, penetrating Stolas. Apparently, they were experimenting and Stolas -who also missed playing his submissive role -asked Octavia to take him.
A few hours of pleasure later and a supper; exhausted, they fell asleep. Octavia had not dreamed anything for days -this did not bring her any discomfort until now; for she would have a nightmare once again.
***
In the dream she was sitting in a sofa very similar to the one in the I.M.P. offices, in front of her were Stella and Moxxie; who were shouting at her, but she could not hear anything of what they were saying, only an annoying buzzing sound could be perceived and in a very pronounced way the sound of the environment, the cars that crossed nearby and the movement of clothes; both hers and those of the others.
Behind Moxxie and Stella was Blitzo comforting Stolas, who was leaning with one hand against the window, looking defeated and you could feel him crying.
Gradually the buzzing began to subside, and as if your ears were popping as you came out of the bottom of the pool; you could finally hear what was going on.
—I told you I'd expose you, you fucking bitch. —Stella shouted—.
Octavia was crying her eyes out, her legs propped up on the sofa, sitting in a fetal position, hiding her gaze between them. She only peeked out occasionally to see Stolas, who was still in his own bitterness.
—Stella, calm down. You're better than this. —Moxxie tried to calm her down—.
Stella ignored Moxxie's pleas to remain calm as she continued her assault:
—Everyone in the Goetia disgusts me, passing over those they can to get what they want.
—I'm sorry Octavia, you gave me no choice, what you did... it's not right. —Moxxie continued—.
—Dad... you... You can't believe them. —Octavia pleaded—.
Suddenly Loona, unable to look Octavia in the face, stands in a corner surrounded by a black void.
Octavia's gaze therefore became more and more enveloped in terror, her pupils completely constricted and her heart completely shattered. She had been abandoned.
Suddenly, Octavia was standing in the dark void and Stolas; who was in his demonic form, was standing in front of her, his back to her.
Octavia, still weeping, ran to embrace him, but Stolas' face, turning 180 degrees to look at her, threw her such an accurate and penetrating glance that she stopped in terror at seeing him like that.
Suddenly everything went black again and all was silence, but this time there was no humming, no cars, nothing to make a sound. Not even his own body produced any noise.
Slowly she collapses to her knees on the floor and sees that there is a floor, realizes that she sees a reflection, or perhaps it is semi-transparent -but sees that it is her sitting in what was now her studio, strangely refitted as her room again, but there was something strange; something unsettling.
Everything looked disorganized and she looked neglected, as if she hadn't left the place for days.
Suddenly she found herself turning the chair she was sitting in, leaning one hand on the desk as if she felt physically unwell. As she collapsed, the real Octavia felt a huge pain in her stomach area -which woke her up immediately.
***
When she woke up, the pain gradually disappeared and she was completely sweaty. What was it that she had dreamt? What did this new nightmare mean?
—Are you all right, Via? —Stolas asked, half asleep, half awake, barely opening his beak—.
Octavia inspected her body in an attempt to find the pain that woke her up, but there was nothing left. So, she simply lay down again.
In the morning Octavia awoke still in shock, but not wanting to worry Stolas, she tried hard to hide it -but the truth was that this new nightmare would be responsible for keeping her awake.
***
Meanwhile Stella woke up in her mansion. She saw her bedside as empty as ever as she thought about what had happened after that kiss.
***
—S... Stella! —Moxxie was surprised and incredibly embarrassed—.
Stella couldn't help but be startled by Moxxie's reaction, immediately regretting what she had done, and hugging herself she could only turn her back.
—It's... a thank you, for your time. I understand that imps are creatures more of pleasures and favors.
Stella was now trying to hide her embarrassment with her well-known aristocratic personality. Or, rather, classism. But she could be seen looking at Moxxie out of the corner of her eye, barely moving her head as she blushed.
—I'll ignore the insult to tell you it's not so. W... we're not so different, and I can reason enough to know that's not the reason you kissed me.
Moxxie continued a monologue:
—I'm married, and I love Millie. I don't know why you took such an interest in me, but we don't really know each other and you clearly have your own problems to be looking for more. If this is your intention, I think we'd better leave the friendship there.
Moxxie started to walk away from the scene, Stella struggled to stop him.
—Wait! —Stella shouted—.
Moxxie stopped and sighed. After a few seconds he turned back to Stella, this filled her with joy, which would soon be over.
The little imp stretched out his hands to take Stella's, who, like last time, squatted so that they could face each other again.
Moxxie stared at her for a brief moment, as he gave another innocent smile to a Stella who tried to return it, but the pain of losing him weighed more heavily on her. She felt her happiness being snatched away from her once again.
Moxxie then was the one who approached the kiss, kissing her cheek tenderly as he released her again and walked away. Was this a maybe? Stella sat kneeling on the ground for a minute that seemed like an eternity as Moxxie left.
Both, it was clear, presented themselves as incapable of harming the other.
***
Stella kept looking at the empty side of her bed as she remembered this, over and over again, like a broken record that repeats the same tune when it reaches the end, and every time she did -she could feel Moxxie's kiss once more. Was she allowed to fall love?
Besides, Moxxie now knew the truth about her past and what had happened with Octavia and Stolas. Had the information been too much? Had she been so overcome with fear that she could not conceive of meddling in such matters?
She picked up her phone and saw her reflection on the screen, waiting for another call. She wondered: What is he doing right now?