So here we are. Back inside the black matter of my brain. To be honest wasn't sure that I was going to write a sequel. Wasn't sure exactly I was going to go with it. So, here's this thing. its dark least I think so anyway. Also confusing cuz like I said kinda just made it up as I went along. Had to actually stop an few times and think "What the blue fuck am I writing?". I'll let you decide that for yourself. Oh yeah to one individual you know who you are warned ya, this things weird…
Now if you but follow me I will release you from the burden of free will.
/Rapture
Millie had a single vexation in life.
Despite being in hell, where well its hell even imps know it sucks there.
Course this little vexation was a rather trivial thing, to be honest she'd long forgotten it existed. Until now anyway.
She didn't like to share.
Growing up, she always had to. Clothes, toys, food you name it she had to share with her siblings. For eighteen long years that's just how it was for the imp.
It drove batshit crazy.
When she snapped her parents would never really say, it was a blackout in her memory. What she did know was that half the county was more on fire than normal, ten of her siblings were hospitalized, and the town square was safe to say no longer a square and to this day still had craters of her rampage.
Millie never had to share ever again that day.
A few years later she left home, went to the big city, and met the love of her life shortly thereafter. Having to share was never an issue when she was with her beloved Mox he gave her so much there was never a need to. That was enough for her finally enough to bury that little vexation so deep inside there was never a chance in Hell (pun intended) to ever rears it nasty little head ever again.
Until now.
I.M.P headquarters.
Millie's claws drummed across the surface of Moxxies desk, there were staying late tonight, finsishing up some paper work from their most recent job. Blitz had gone with Stolas to do who knew what, Millie was happy that her boss had someone he enjoyed to spend his free time with. It gave her more time to be with her Moxxie.
He was hard at work right now, his claws a blur on the keyboard. Millie was never much of a computer person so watching him work was always a learning experience not that she was completely ingnorant of how they worked just not up to snuff when it came down to the fine details. Mox was always trying to teach her more about them though he would get distracted halfway through, which she surmised was half her fault given that having her hand down his pants the whole time.
Millie chuckled to herself, Mox looked up from his work a brow raised in confusion she met his eyes smiling. Be it a year or one thousand she'd never get over how he was able to know what she wanted with just that, a single look and a smile. She back, he did as well, their lips meeting with a small smack.
They'd set up slight ground rules when it came to the workplace.
Mox had been adamant of that when they had first started working here
No sex if Blitz was in.
Millie promised only to try.
Blitz was gone.
Thems the rules.
Game time.
Millie broke away from the kiss, pushing Mox back in his chair and away from the desk. He was ready for he when she pounced into arms, she kissed him like she was drowning that's all she ever wanted to do with him from sunup and sundown. Their hand worked in tandem taking each other clothes off, they moved in a speed of desperation. If Millie had her way she'd ripped both their clothes of and have Mox inside her already. But then having to leave work naked…
Not that'd she'd mind, Mox on the hand not so much.
Mox kicked of his pants leaving them both half in the buff, his smile was broad realizing she'd only bothered to wear a bra this morning.
"Oh Millie." He whispered sending shivers down her spine as he pulled her close kissing down her neck. She rolled her hips she was ready soaked from the start, her head lolled back as Mox slipped of his briefs and-
Millie froze just and Mox was about to bring her down on him. She was a statue and had just gone as cold as one.
She didn't say a word, she just stared.
Mox heard an audible gulp, he tilted his head to see around –
Oh.
Loona was sitting up on the couch, they'd both someone managed to forget she'd been there. After Mox's birthday the three of them hadn't talked much, the hellhound had rarely spoken to them before nothing was going to change her being a loner. Things were different now between the three.
Which was why Millie was staring murder at the hellhound who had been caught red handed hands down her shorts watching them.
"Millie…" Mox reached up cupping her cheek, she allowed herself to be turned away from the blushing hound. He didn't say anything just met her eyes and smiled.
"Fine." She muttered crossing her arms and bringing herself down on his cock. Moxxie eyes went wide as she rolled hips slowly arms still crossed her expression was neutral as she glanced to Loona. She'd had the foresight to take her hands out of herself at this point when Millie had finely looked her way.
"Well." Millie asked as Mox grabbed her hips picking up the pace of the sex.
Loona stood up clenching her hands and walked straight legged to the pair. She breathed in eyelids fluttering at the pheromones, sheer willpower kept her legs from buckling beneath herself.
"You..ha..enjoying yourself?" Millie asked her tone slightly level, Loona was sure if she really wanted to answer that question. Watching as Mox's serpent tongue worked its way around Millie's pert nipples. The imps expression didn't waver as her husband grabbed her other breast fingers working the other teat rolling it roughly between his fingers.
Snap!
Loona flinched, Millies free hand was inches from her muzzle. The hellhound suddenly found herself on her knees beside them, like some lamp dog.
She wanted this, she needed this.
"You are nothing. Do y-ah-ou understand me?" Millie said as Mox pulled his head away from her breasts, he looked down at Loona she let out a pitiful whine as his tongue ran over his tiny sharp teeth.
"You want this?" He asked running a hand from his chest to his cock which was still pumping into his wife. A part of her screamed she was better than this. It was clawing at the edge of her conscious; rip and tear, she was a goddam hound.
She did what she dam well pleased.
"Please…"
The imps shook their heads respectfully.
"Didn't hear you, say that again?" Millie said with a sneer.
She didn't beg.
"Please…let..me…"
Mox shrugged then grabbed Millie's ass giving it a firm squeeze, she moaned loudly making Loona's claws dig into the carpet.
She was a mother fucking hellhound, and she did be-
"Please let me fuck your husband!" She howled throwing her head back.
Millie had a single vexation in life.
Despite being in hell, where well its hell even imps know it sucks there.
Course this little vexation was a rather trivial thing, to be honest she'd long forgotten it existed. Until now anyway.
She didn't like to share.
Growing up, she always had to. Clothes, toys, food you name it she had to share with her siblings. For eighteen long years that's just how it was for the imp.
It drove her up the fuckin wall.
When she snapped her parents would never really say, it was a blackout in her memory. What she did know was that half the county was more on fire than normal, ten of her siblings were hospitalized, and the town square was safe to say no longer a square and to this day still had craters of her rampage.
Millie never had to share ever again that day.
A few years later she left home, went to the big city, and met the love of her life shortly thereafter. Having to share was never an issue when she was with her beloved Mox he gave her so much there was never a need to. That was enough for her finally enough to bury that little vexation so deep inside there was never a chance in Hell (pun intended) to ever rears it nasty little head ever again.
"No."
Millie could have kicked her in guts and effect would have been the same. Loona's eyes went wide her ears fell flat against her skull, she couldn't even work her mouth properly it opened and closed no words escaping it. The imp pulled herself off Moxxie, his face was as set in stone as his partners, Loona couldn't help but whine at seeing his member coated in Millie's juices. Said imp was now standing front of her, hands behind her back looking down at her…
"I told you before… He is mine… No one else's. I assumed last time you would have understood that." Milles paced around her tail running underside the hell hounds jaw.
"Looks like we have to the dog back to obedience school, don't we hun?" Millie grabbed the back of Loonas head yanking it suddenly and sharply so that she was now looking at the Imp upside down. She couldn't see it but Mox had a very concerned expression on his face right now. Millie was usually the dominate one in their relationship, he didn't mind that in the slightest. But Loona was…well his bosses' daughter obviously. Sure he'd been into it when Millie had started but where was she going with it now? He was fully aware of Loona's quick temper, given how roughly she was being handled how long was it before-
"Look hun, she's messin herself."
Mox blinked himself back to reality, Millie was still holding the hell hounds head which left her free to shove both hands into her shorts. Judging by her lolled tongue and ragged breathing his wife had the girl on edge of orgasm just by touching her.
Millie's grin was wicked as it was infectious.
"That she has my love, we'll have to make sure to cover that in future lessons…" Mox said as he hoped out of the chair as Millie let go of Loonas head. The hellhound fell forward landing flat on her chest, if this had been any other time, she'd be beat red with embarrassment and probably killing someone. She gazed up swallowing audibly Moxes member was inches from her face.
"The first lesson of obedience school." Millie said loudly grabbing her attention as her shorts were pulled the rest of the way down her thighs. Loona's eyes bugged seeing the strap on dildo Millie was wrapping around her waist. Where in the world had been keeping that?
"Who's the alpha…and who's the fuckin omega." The imp growled, flopping the faux phallus across her backside. It was in a single moment that Mox went down on one knee, used both hands to pull her upward off the floor and give a kind smile.
"You say no, and we stop." He said in a whisper brushing some lint that collected in her fur off. There wasn't an edge in his tone or a joke in his eyes, he meant it.
"Don't…" Loona closed her eyes trying to desperately to keep herself together.
"Make me beg again…"
That's all they needed to hear...
Else where… sometime later…
Octavia wasn't sure how to talk to people.
Being a shut in didn't help, nor was her overbearing father, or that she really just hated basically everyone.
With there being…one exception.
It was funny that she'd found out about her father's affair before her mother, funny in a 'Yay my families going to be ripped apart and everything I've ever known is flushing down the proverbial toilet.' sort of way. Thinking back on it she had been standing right where she was now in her doorframe looking at her bed and seeing that it was occupied.
By a hellhound.
"Sup, Dads fuckin your Dad." That was the first thing Loona had ever said to her, it was the first time in a long time Octavia burst out laughing. And that's how they became friends, least she thought they were friends. The Hellhound came and went as she pleased, usually in tandem with her father and Blitzo when they…Octavia shuddered not wanting to think of what they were doing right now.
Loona didn't say much when she showed up, just sat on her bed staring at her phone, sometimes she'd send Octavia a cringe worthy videos of some humans doing something stupid or some dumb event going on in one of the rings of hell. That's how it was, she couldn't ask for anything better.
But now…something was different.
The demoness didn't want to ask anything initially, maybe it was just all in her head she'd reasoned a trick in the light.
Certainly, Loona: badass, cold-hearted, no-nonsense hell hound want sitting on her bed crying like a babe. Insanity was the first conclusion and the most dismissible given her being a Daemon, as was some sort of reaction to a narcotic. She'd hadn't touched a blunt in months that being her only form of medicinal drug use.
Loona wept openly tears streaming down her muzzle, judging by the stain forming on the carpet she'd been here quiet some time. She sniffed head snapping up seeing Octavia, the hell hounds face went several emotions; shock, fear, shame, anger for a moment then defeat.
"Hey…" She said rubbing at the wetness on her cheeks.
"uh hey…" Octavia replied awkwardly, stepping through the threshold. Loona did her best to avoid looking at her as she slowly walked to the bed and sat down beside her. The Daemon clasped her hands in her lap trying to find the best thing to say in…well whatever situation this was.
"You wanna…" She cringed as she said it shoulders hunched one eye closed doing her best to look at her friend.
"Talk? About…it?" If there was a god, she wished it would smite her now. Loona sniffed still rubbing her cheek, her tail swished rapidly almost hitting the Daemons hip. She sat there for a while, it might has well been a lifetime for Octavia.
"Im…having sex with my coworkers." Loona finally said clenching the bedsheets so hard her claws ripped into them. Octavia's eyes went wide with shock, her mouth opened and closed several time before she could find the words to speak.
"You mean the two imps aren't they…" Judging from how the hell hound seemed to shrink more into herself she'd hit the nail on the head.
"Oh."
Is this what girl talk was?
"So whats wrong?"
"Whats wrong? I told you."
"Well, yeah you did. I get that their married and well you work with them and all but why are you-"
"Crying like a bitch?"
"Your words not mine. But yes. Their into it so are you…you are into it right?"
"Of course im into it. It's just…just…."
"Just what?"
"I don't fucking know alright! I'm so used to just hating everything! Thinking I don't need anyone! That I can do whatever I want because I can! And then he offers me a ride, and invites me to dinner, gives me a stupide ass bed to sleep on! I've given them so much shit over and over again. And they still fucking care! I just don't-I don't-…."
"…."
"This was dumb, I'm dumb, I'm just gonna-"
"Wait! Just wait alright. Look im not good at this okay? I can barely tolerate talking to my dad and mom. Not that I don't mind talking to you it's just…I'm not the best at this."
"…"
"You know what your feeling? I felt it once to, its called love ok? As weird as it may sound and not knowing really the details which really think we should go over later, that's what it is. Your so used to pushing people away that when they show it to your confused and act irrationally."
"…"
"I'm not a shrink that's what I got, your frustrated I'm frustrated this is hell were in hell it sucks."
"…"
"Will you at least tell me about the sex."
To that loona actually looked at her, blinking several times then burst out laughing.
"Sure why not…"
Moxxie flipped to the next page in the book he was reading, it was an old book earth based written by some French guy. The story was about a bunch of animals that lived in a rather strangely named wood. One was a mouse warrior who carried his father broken sword, another also a mouse was a thief that had a tendency to sing, and many more characters . Overall a good book least as so far anyway, aside from his wonder as to how a mouse could wield a sword or who built a fort in the middle of nowhere.
"Mox?" Millie said from the other side of their bed, she was also reading a book though he'd forgotten to ask what it was.
"Yes honey?" He replied closing his book and taking off his reading glasses.
"Loona." She didn't look away from her book, but he was aware she wasn't reading.
"Loona…" he echoed.
The imps now looked at one another chuckling softly.
"I think we should…clean up that spare room don't you think?"
Mox grinned leaning over and kissing his wife.
"Your telling Blitz." He said, to which she giggled kissing him back.
"Of course."