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Amoris Volupta: "I love you, I love you, I love you..."
Created by Shade Shaw Reilly
Millie no longer had any idea where she was, or what had happened. Well... she had remembered to smash the head of that annoying robotic jerk for sabotaging her husband's beautiful song and humiliating them as well as Blitzo and Stolas (In fact, she was surprised to see them there...) but right now none of that already mattered; nothing mattered as she spun on that pole dance tube always looking at her husband's eyes, as if suddenly the whole bar and the rest of the demons had vanished, allowing herself to be overwhelmed to the marrow by all the love and adoration that flowed with his voice and the strumming of his guitar as he repeated with those sweet verses, the same promise made that October 31st to always be there for the other, giving each other their souls in that tender kiss under the golden lights of Ozzie's, as if that wonderful night in that humble chapel of Satan was happening again; Their hearts pounded and rumbled in their ears as she clung to her husband like a shipwrecked buoy, feeling Moxxie's hands tightly around her waist.
A glorious ending to a glorious song made with pure and raw love, defiant to the end before the lustful laws of the Lord of Lust himself.
They can hear the applause of the crowd below them; For a moment it seems that they liked the song despite everything... But then the applause turned into whistles and loud incitements to go even further, to turn this tender moment into an exhibitionism show, to see if the two lovebirds hadn't wasted the time of the audience and the owners with a cheesy song with absolutely nothing lewd in it... Millie dug her nails into his snowy hair at the same time she felt Moxxie hugging her more fiercely, flatly refusing to indulge them and continuing their hug and kiss in their own way, giving a flying fuck what others would say.
…Well, at least they enjoyed themselves a little longer until Asmodeus kicked them out. The same bouncer incubus at the entrance was now rudely urging them to get out at once, to the point where the couple drew their pistols so that he would stop pushing them to the exit.
"Consider yourselves fortunate that Lord Ozzie didn't decide to execute you for ruining the guests' night with your disgusting affection!" he yelled before closing the door behind them.
The couple hurried to the other side of the street, amid the drizzle that had returned. Despite the crowd outside, they didn't see Blitzo or Stolas, so they must have already gone after all that little scene that was put together. "I'm going to have a long, VERY LONG talk with Blitz tomorrow at the office." Moxxie grumbled angrily through his teeth, pulling Millie toward some establishment with a roof to shelter from the rain in the meantime, arriving at a XXX video store entrance, the only one with a light on. Seeing Millie rub the cold droplets off her shoulders, he rushed off his coat-tailed jacket, handing it to her. "…I'm sorry, Millie. I didn't want this to end like this, I…"
"Why do ya apologize?" Millie inquired, interrupting him, raising her eyebrows. "Fuck 'em, what ya did was amazing, Mox. Although they intimidated ya to change the song, ya insisted on continuin'… Not everyone has the balls to face a Lord Sin like that, and ya did it!"
"Well, I wanted to reflect how I felt and feel for you in this first year together." Moxxie murmured with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. He paused after a thunderclap that sounded in the distance. "...Though now that I think about it in hindsight, maybe it wasn't a good idea to sing a love song in a lust club."
"Well Ah' repeat what Ah' said, fuck 'em if it was not what they expected." Millie muttered with a beaming smile. "Ah' loved it, and Ah' will always love everything ya do for me, Moxxie. That even leaves in the ground what Ah had prepared for ya... "
"Oh no, Mills! Anything you've done is fine with me!" The sniper exclaimed vehemently, rounding her shoulders.
"Ah hope so. Ah want to show ya how grateful Ah'm for this very special night ya made for me… But to show ya, let's go somewhere else first, okay? "
"Oh, of course, honey." Moxxie conceded giving her a little kiss. "Where are you thinking?"
They arrived at the first motel they found that didn't look too run down, making sure it was on the top floor in case they had to make a forced escape, checking for possible exits and also, courtesy of a somewhat paranoid Moxxie, a possible hidden camera in any crack in the walls. They paid for a room for that night. The owner, an elderly Lamia (1), led the little imps to their room, located in the highest part, in the attic of the building: It was small and sparsely furnished, in which there was only a blackened wooden wardrobe and small table (where Moxxie could leave his guitar), as well as a humble double bed of white sheets, yellowed by age and use, but clean. The narrow window gave a good view of the city, dotted with neon pink and blue lights. The Lamia tucked the bills into her voluminous cleavage and asked if they would like something to eat to keep warm. They both politely declined.
"If you need anything, you can knock on the door on the first floor." The Lamia said with a mocking smile. "Don't destroy too much, sugars." And she closed the door, leaving them alone, looking around them.
...It was like traveling back in time, to those abandoned barns full of hay, or to those dusty motels in Wrath, where the red tinderbox stuck to the windows, acting as curtains in their passionate and hasty secret escapes from their families or their employers, with those narrow beds that creaked against the aged floor, daydreaming of one day they would leave everything and starting a new life together, far from what they expected of them as a race vilified and despised by the others... It was hard to believe how far they had come, shutting up all those shitty skeptics, starting with Millie's parents and siblings, former Moxxie bosses, his father Crim and Blitzo himself that they wouldn't last even a year… HA! And they hadn't seen anything yet! This was just the beginning!
"It's time for my gift to my dear husband, it's a surprise for our first anniversary. Ah' love ya, Moxxie." Millie said in a low voice, almost repeating the same words he said in Ozzie's, wrapping her arms around his neck, dropping his coat to the floor. Moxxie only managed to sigh, sliding his larger hands on her back, drawing her closer to him, pulling mutual gasps from rubbing their crotches, Millie giggling softly at the sudden hardness of his imphood rubbing against her thighs.
…They didn't know what those idiots Asmodeus and his talking dildo were talking about. 'Dweeb'? 'Unsatisfied bride'? Pfff, if they only knew… But no: There was no need to proclaim it to everyone, that was such vulgar and bad taste… It was much better to experience it than to shout it out loudly. Her smile widened and she roughly pushed her husband onto the bed, then crawled in and onto his lap; Her short dress was pulled up over her fleshy hips, revealing her lovely black panties, already starting to wet by the anticipation and the constant pressure of his bulge against them.
"Oh, Millie..." The snow-haired sniper murmured, grabbing her by her shoulders and pushing himself up to devour her mouth in a sweeping kiss, Millie sank her claws into his hair again, between whispers and sighs. Briefly parting from his lips, she gently lowered the neckline of her dress, revealing a pair of rectangular bills inside her dark bra, drawing the attention of her husband. She took them out and showed them to him. "But what the…?"
"Tadá! A dinner at Ciacco (2), in Gluttony Ring, where they have 2x1 this week! It's not exclusive like Ozzie's, but still…" A new kiss from her husband, so hungry and full of gratitude, made her speechless. Moxxie hugged her forcefully, almost desperately, as he traced his tongue down her neck beaded with cold drops, causing his mate to let out happy sighs. The gunslinger's virtuous fingers slid down the spread of her generous thighs, giving her delicious sensations to the touch, Millie keeping her eyes closed to feel his touch more intensely. Her back arched sharply at the feel of Moxxie's sharp teeth on her skin, pressing his maw as if marking his territory... "Fuck, baby... Bite me hard..." Millie murmured in an wicked tone, gasping as she felt his fangs almost ripping near the aorta area, digging her nails under his white shirt, leaving the first marks on his freckled skin, squeezing Moxxie against her as if she wanted to absorb him, rubbing sensually against his groin, while he continued to attend her bruised neck with exquisite noises of kissing and sucking, separating for a moment to rip himself off the ruffled shirt along with the big red bow tie as Millie removed her bra. Their breaths were really choppy as they contemplated each other for a few moments, Millie let herself be carried away and leaned down to kiss his angular jaw, feeling the white chest hair, scratching his pecs and sides and squeezing his nipples. "Ya'r so fucking cute..." she murmured pressing her lips to the side of his heart, beating wildly; even after so long, that fact that she continued to provoke him the same reactions emboldened her greatly.
"Oh Millie... Please…" Moxxie murmured back, lowering his lids. His throat felt parched, he swallowed as he felt his woman's little hands play with his belt in a torturously slow way: This woman really was the torture incarnate. He shuddered again when he felt her hand fully grasp his erection, still not releasing it.
"...Patience, dear..." Millie whispered, kissing his bulge, undoing the buttons of his pants with a flourish of her hand, feeling a familiar yet delicious burning inside her as she saw his member twitching under the boxers. She grabbed the elastic with her teeth and pulled it down, breathing in the masculine scent and feeling the whitish pubic hair tingling her lips, all at the flushed gaze of her husband. "Ah' want to show ya... how grateful Ah'm... Let me pamper ya..."
The slasher slid down, leaning on her elbows and then raising her head, making Moxxie fall back further and lie on the bed, never breaking eye contact, resting her hands against his shoulders and torso. She began with soft kisses, feeling the slight prick of the spikes of his cock, making her lips tingle; Moxxie grunted in response, moaning with pleasure from time to time, digging his claws into her ash gray hair, finishing undoing her hairstyle, without taking his gaze from her.
"Millie, Millie... Lick me, suck me, please don't stop…" The male imp moaned, prompting her to grab his cock with one hand and begin to swallow it, enthusiastically massaging his hairy testicles with the other, wiggling her ass as she did so, teasing him. It was too much, his Millie was too cute and sexy like that! The female imp increased speed as she continued to masturbate him, with increasing force, deep and rhythmically, her sucking and choking noises becoming more and more audible. She felt her insides contract repeatedly as she sucked him, feeling her panties getting wetter... Then she felt hands grab her face and push her down roughly, hearing him gasp loudly and say her name with desire; Millie took in the warm, massive discharge of semen against her throat as much as she could, as if her dear Moxxie had been holding back for some time… She sat up and stuck her tongue out, gurgling some of his seed over her lips, teasing him even more... "You fucking harlot." Moxxie growled passionately, grabbing her cheeks and devouring her mouth again. Sometimes naughty insults to the other were shot just to heat them even more.
Millie sat up, hugging him again with her whole being, feeling him sink his head into the valley of her breasts. Moxxie moved a little to suck again the brutal love bite he had given her before, making her shudder again; Then his long tongue slides down her collarbones, a muffled moan escaping her lips as Moxxie took a dark nipple and sucked; His fangs pinched the hardened bud, bites and soft licks were interspersed with his suction while his claws ran down her body, leaving a couple of marks despite being careful; Moxxie was not someone excessively violent nor used to make his past bed partners bleed, he had always been a very gentle and generous lover. "Oh, Mox, there, right there... Go on, please, ya'r so good, honey..." Millie whispered between tremors, running her fingers through his snowy hair, sighing dreamily and with love, rubbing herself directly on his hardened cock... "Oooh!" she exclaimed as she felt Moxxie's hands grab her butt and then flipped over with ease, squinting at the glow of the chandelier on the ceiling, outlining a soft smile at Moxxie's smiling face, looking at her.
It was so moving and at the same time so strange to see that tender adoration in those demonic eyes, and even more so that said expression hadn't changed one iota, not in this last year as husband and wife, but in these last years being together; She felt her chest ached to feel so loved, so desired, as if no other imp in the Seven Hells could match her, and she was sure she felt the same about him, sure he was seeing that same adoration in her big doe eyes. Millie couldn't help but hug him again, enjoying the warmth of her chest against his, lulling each other with the soft purr at their throats. Moxxie pulled away from her and kissed her forehead and then her nose.
"It's lovely that you booked us a good meal in Gluttony, but now I'm in the mood for something more… wet." he murmured to her, his voice husky with desire for her, making her skin crawl. Millie chirped as she watched Moxxie splash kisses down her torso as he sucked on her breasts again, pulling her dress down her legs.
Moxxie was silent for a moment as she watched her, wagging his tail with the same enthusiasm as on their wedding night; Reaching out around her contorted torso, the tips of his claws gently caressed her navel. His fingers gently slid the fabric down over her thighs and out of hers, leaving her with only the toeless socks, making her gasp by excited anticipation; She was a hellish work of art, Moxxie every day thanked Satan for allowing him to meet her, for allowing him to be at her side for so long, begging him to allow them to be together much longer, no matter what... He devoured her lips again, sliding a hand for the reddish V between her thighs, feeling the dark curls that protect her core; Millie flinched at the feel of the claws tenderly stroking her wet slit, teasing her by rubbing slow circles around her clit, not pressing directly. "Sh-Shit, Mox..." Millie cursed through her teeth, reaching out her arms and grabbing the sheets under her in her fists, all this provocation was killing her. "Please..." Only in front of this man she will beg; not even if she was about to be exterminated would she do it.
A giggle from Moxxie was heard through her heavy breathing, grabbing her thighs and spreading them wider, using his tail to grab one of her legs and anchor her to the ground. Then he leaned closer to her and breathed in the damp, appetizing scent, like a fine wine taster; Moxxie closed his eyes and began to lick her pussy, moaning at the familiar taste of the folds of the meat flower tickling his taste buds. "Mmmm… ~" He devoured her profusely, taking his time to suck on the hidden red pearl and the hot secret passage, his tongue thrusting inside and twisting like an eel to stimulate her even more, gently rubbing his woman's thighs with his hands as he pleasured her. Not a high-profile dinner at some restaurant in Gluttony would compare to this.
"Aah... Yes... Yes..." Millie moaned, writhing and closing her eyes happily, snuggling into the sheets tighter. Waves of chills ran up her spine, her thighs trembling and her hips jerking with each penetrating, rough lick. Her husband not only had a privileged gift of the gab. "By Satan, Mo-Moxxie, d-don't stop!" Her moans weren't subtle at all, hoping to encourage her husband to continue deeper, more aggressive. Her hands found his head, clinging to those silky white locks and curved horns that she loved to rub so much, both when Moxxie was upset or not, urging him to stick more against her... And Moxxie had no intention of stopping, licking her with even more fervor, as his cock writhed under his eager touch after pulling his breeches down and thrown them away with his hoof and ripping off the stockings; the other hand gripping one Millie's thigh more tightly.
Millie, knowing that her husband was almost at his limit like her, slid her tail down his legs, wrapping around his hot manhood and rubbing delicately, making him moan against her pussy, sending vibrations to her insides that excited her even more, feeling tight around the slippery tongue; She felt Moxxie grab her thighs to raise her butt a little while still sucking loudly from her moist, tender folds; His saliva and her juices trickling down her buttocks... Neither of them could think clearly and the moans were music to the other's ears. A devastating orgasm was about to come, heat building up in the pit of her stomach, her knuckles ached from gripping the sheets for too long. By now any trace of modesty was thrown out the window.
"M-Mox! Ah'm goin' to...! Ah'm…! OOOOOH~!"
Millie let out a pitiful scream, her orgasm wrecking her entire being between spasms and jerks as her juices gushed out, squirting onto her husband's eager mouth, drinking it with a thirsty craving. "How sweet, Millie..." Moxxie murmured, placing a soft kiss between her legs when the aftershocks of the orgasm had subsided a bit, licking the corners of his mouth to remove the fluids that remained, smiling at the female imp on the bed who was a disaster of trembling and gasping. "I love you so much, honey," he whispered softly. "Despite everything, tonight turned out to be wonderful." …And it really was. The anger over at Ozzie's fiasco, Blitzo's meddling, the sabotage and intimidation of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, had long since disappeared on his mind... Millie had loved his song, and that was all that mattered and would matter now. He climbed back on top of her and kissed her again, letting her taste herself between gasps to catch her breath, his fingers caressing her bare sides as they lowered toward her waist.
"I love you too, Moxxie. So much… So much…" Millie whimpered, wrapping her fleshy thighs around his narrow waist, pulling him closer to her, the heels of her hooves digging into his back. A hand slid down his spine, making his bones contract as she touched them gently, until Millie caressed the base of his tail, now tangled tightly against hers. She rubbed his damp hair, making him purr. "F-Fuck me now, my love." And she didn't ask it, she demanded it. Moxxie nodded, more than happy to obey. Millie made him sit up and he meekly sat over his articulated calves, then Millie mounted on his hips, moaning mutually from the warmth of their bodies together, not just their genitals, burning like fire... Millie wrapped her arms around his neck as Moxxie wrapped her waist and lowered a little bit to rest on her hips; Moxxie thanked Satan that he could easily carry his wife despite his apparent lack of physical strength. He pressed his body against hers, his hands groping and squeezing whatever part of her body he could find as he pushed his lips and tongue against hers. "Like this… Hold me like this. Ah' love it when ya hold me." Millie murmured, looking at him.
"I love holding you." Moxxie muttered in response. They kissed again, deep and longing as Millie lined up with Moxxie. The slasher let out a meow as he felt his cock work its way up her spread thighs, sliding against her slick folds, fitting inside her perfectly. The sniper kissed her gently and passionately at the same time, pouring out every ounce of love and adoration he felt for her as he began to move his hips up, guided by instinct and experience, using his thighs and tail to leverage. Millie's claws dug into his hair and back as her moans were still muffled by his lips, her insides feeling tickled by the spikes of his cock, feeling him reach depths with each thrust, in each movement of this carnal dance, where love and lust intertwined in perfect harmony... Who said you couldn't have both? Suck it, Asmodeus; You don't know everything.
Moxxie squeaked suddenly in the middle of the kiss, feeling something pointy prick at the doors of his asshole, opening one eye and seeing his wife's malicious expression; Closing his eyes again, he took a deep breath and parted his buttocks to let the tip of Millie's tail slide inside him, finding his prostate with ease and punishing it mercilessly. "...Ah, Ah always w-wanted to try this..." Millie murmured, separating for a moment from her husband's mouth, moving her tail in time with her own hips. "Ahh... M-Mox... Don't stop, harder..." she moaned desperately as she felt the tip of her husband's tail also calling to her butthole, burying her face in the hollow of his neck as it finally entered, moving in and out, filling all the holes in their bodies. They were both drenched in sweat and the heat in the room was almost unbearable.
"M-Mills... Oh Satan, you feel so good..." Moxxie gasped in turn, the warmth and tension squeezing from his cock was too much, moaning possessively over her screams of pleasure. It was as if her hips had a mind of their own, pumping in and out at a constant rate, both tips of their tails penetrating anally at the same time. His claws sank into the flesh of her hips as he pushed faster and more sharply, the slapping of their bodies being heard perfectly when they collided, he could feel her so fucking tight around him, he could see desire burning in her eyes... This was his wife, his woman, his best friend, his strength, his muse, his everything... And he would be damned if he ever let her go without fighting with nails and teeth for her.
Gasps and amorous and obscene expressions alike filled the room and escaped through the small window. When they abandoned each other like this, completely, without restrictions and with a wild and irrepressible intensity, both their libido would skyrocket to the point of madness, the 'I want to make love gently to you' of Moxxie's beautiful song had gone into a frenzy of reaching the last consequences... "Oh Moxxie, oh Mox, there, right there, please, fill me up, breed me please...!" Millie bellowed in a strangled tone. Moxxie let out a roar as he bent a little, still brutally penetrating her, feeling close, so close... Many times he had come to daydream about it, with a little creature that combined the deep love of both, a girl, a boy, maybe both, having another reason to be glad to live in Hell. Until now they had not succeeded… What if this time they'll do?
"M-Millie, I-I'm going to ..." Moxxie managed to stutter, feeling his orgasm begin to grow, powered by his prostate being devastated; he wanted it to last longer, he wouldn't ask for anything more if they could spend the whole night fucking like this, but the sniper was already on the verge of spilling himself. Millie was close too, feeling the spasms bubble in her belly. She screamed like a possessed as she felt more vigorous and deeper thrusts, her back arched as her own climax washed over her in waves as she filled with his heat, his seed flooding her womb; A moan tore through her, high-pitched and desperate, her walls contracting around his cock, milking him almost dry, her anus contracting against the tip of his tail.
Millie felt the spasms of her holes crushing her, screaming his name in union with him… She smiled and splashed his face with soft kisses as they both descended from the zenith of pleasure and love. "That was wonderful, Mox. Ah love you so much…" Millie said between purrs, gently touching his freckled cheek, feeling really satisfied and happy.
"I love you too, Millie. I mean it, in song, now and forever." Moxxie replied softly, pressing his forehead gently against her beloved wife, gazing into her beautiful yellow eyes for a moment before (reluctantly) laying back on the unmade bed, snuggling up next to her. "Happy anniversary, honey." he murmured against her neck.
She snuggled into his side, feeling loved and safe with his arms around her as she closed her eyes with a contented purr. "Happy anniversary, honey." Millie said in turn, giving him a kiss before resting her head against his chest, wrapping their tails around each other.
...They fell into a delicious slumber for a couple more hours, Millie waking up to the soft sound of the guitar strings. Feeling her body deliciously numb, she saw Moxxie sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with his back to her and playing the guitar and humming to himself; she could see his back and shoulder muscles move as he played, his tail flicking occasionally as he concentrated.
"…This was just like on our wedding night. He said inspiration was awakened after the wonderful night." Millie thought, moved by the Deja Vu of this idyllic scene, feeling her heart fill again by the love she felt for this imp. Recognizing the melody as the one Moxxie had composed last night for her, she gently stood up, placing her hands on his back and singing the parts that she remembered best: "I love us, I love us the just way we are… "
They stayed like this for a long time, singing a couple more songs, enjoying the company, the deep love for each other. Today was their day off, after all.
Notes:
(1) Lamia: female monster of Greek mythology and classical antiquity folklore, characterized with the head and breasts of a woman with a serpent body, a children-eater and terrible seductress, being a prototype of the modern vampire.
(2) Ciacco: ("Pig") Character from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, resident of the Circle of Gluttony. He's also mentioned from Giovanni Boccaccio's Decameron, describing him as "the most gluttonous guy that ever lived."