Millie had a single vexation in life.
Despite being in hell, where...well, it's hell, even imps know it sucks here.
Of 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 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 from her rampage.
Millie never had to share 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 that there was never a need to. That was enough for her to finally bury that little vexation so deep inside that there was never a chance in hell (read: pun intended) to ever rear its nasty little head ever again...
...until now.
I.M.P. Headquarters
Millie's claws drummed across the surface of Moxxie's desk. They were staying late tonight, finishing up some paper work from their most recent job. Blitz had gone with Stolas to do who knew what, and Millie was happy that her boss had someone he enjoyed spending his free time with. It gave her more time to be with her love.
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 ignorant of how they worked; she was 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 she had her hand down his pants the whole time.
Millie chuckled to herself, and Mox looked up at her, a brow raised in confusion. She met his eyes, smiling. Be it a year or thousands, she'd never get over how he was able to know what she wanted with just a single look and a smile. She did, and he did as well, their lips meeting with a small smack.
They'd set up some ground rules when it came to the workplace. Mox had been adamant about that when they first started working here:
No sex if Blitz was in.Millie promised only to try.
That's it.
These are the rules.
...And Blitz was gone.
Game time.
Millie broke away from the kiss, pushing Mox back in his chair and away from the desk. He was ready for her when she pounced into his arms. She kissed him like she was always eager, and that's what she always wanted to do with him from sunup to sundown. Their hands worked in tandem, taking each other's clothes off; they moved at a speed of desperation. If Millie had her way, she'd have ripped both their clothes off and had Mox inside her already. But then having to leave work naked…
Not that she'd mind; Mox, on the other hand, not so much.
Mox kicked off 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 her neck. She rolled her hips as she was already soaked from the start, and her head lolled back as Mox slipped off his underwear.
Millie froze as Mox was about to bring her down on him. She was a statue, and she had just gone as cold as one.
She didn't say a word; she just stared.
Mox heard an audible gulp, and he tilted his head to see around.
Oh.
Loona was sitting up on the couch; they'd both 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, and nothing was going to change her being a loner. Things were different now between the three.
Which was why Millie was staring murderously at the hellhound who had been caught with her red-handed hands down her shorts while watching them.
"Millie..." Mox reached up, cupping her cheek, and she allowed herself to be turned away from the blushing hound. He didn't say anything; he just met her eyes and smiled.
"Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms and bringing herself down on his cock. Moxxie's eyes went wide as she rolled her hips slowly, arms still crossed, and her expression was neutral as she glanced at 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 to the pair. She breathed in eyelids fluttering at the pheromones; sheer willpower kept her legs from buckling beneath herself.
"You-AH-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 imp's expression didn't waver as her husband grabbed her other breast fingers and worked the other teat, rolling it roughly between his fingers.
Snap!
Loona flinched, and Millie's free hand was inches from her muzzle. The hellhound suddenly found herself on her knees beside them, like some lamp dog.
She wanted this; sheneededthis.
"You are nothing. Do you-AH-understand me?" Millie said as Mox pulled his head away from her breasts. He looked down at Loona, who let out a pitiful whine as her tongue ran over her tiny, sharp teeth.
"You want this?" he asked as he ran his hand from his chest to his cock, which was still pumping into his wife. A part of her screamed that she was better than this. It was clawing at the edge of her consciousness; rip and tear, she was a goddam hound.
She did what she damn 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 motherfucking hellhound, and she did be—
"Please let me fuck your husband!"she howled, throwing her head back.
Millie had a single vexation in life.
She didn't like to share.
"No."
Millie could have kicked her in the gut, and the effect would have been the same. Loona's eyes went wide, her ears fell flat against her skull, and she couldn't even work her mouth properly; it opened and closed with no words escaping it. The imp pulled herself off Moxxie, as his face was as set in stone as his partner. Loona couldn't help but whine at seeing his member coated in Millie's juices. Said imp was now standing in front of her, hands behind her back, looking down at her.
"I told you before… He ismine. No one else's. I assumed last time you would have understood that." Milles paced around her tail, running underside the hellhound's jaw.
"Looks like we have to take the bitch back to obedience school, don't we, hun?"
Millie grabbed the back of Loona's head, yanking it so suddenly that she was now looking at her upside down. She couldn't see it, but Mox had a very concerned expression on his face right now. Millie was usually the dominant one in their relationship; he didn't mind that in the slightest. But Loona was, well, his boss's daughter, obviously. Sure, he'd been into it when Millie 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 will it last before—
"Look, hun, she's messin herself."
Mox blinked himself back to reality. Millie, still holding the hellhound's head, shoves her free hands into her shorts. Judging by her lolled tongue and ragged breathing, his wife had the girl on the 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 Loona's 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 kill someone. She gazed up, swallowing audibly as Mox's dick 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 wrapped around her waist.
Where in the world had she 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 gave a kind smile.
"You say no, and we stop," he said in a whisper, brushing some lint that had 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 keep herself together. "…make me beg again…"
That's all they needed to hear.
Octavia wasn't sure how to talk to people.
Being a shut-in didn't help, nor did her overbearing father, or that she really just hated basically everyone.
There is one exception.
It was funny that she'd found out about her father's affair before her mother, funny in a 'Yay, my families are 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, my dad's 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—at 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; she just sat on her bed, staring at her phone. Sometimes she'd send Octavia 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, as maybe it was just all in her head. She'd reasoned a trick in the light.
Certainly, Loona is a badass, cold-hearted, no-nonsense hellhound who was sitting on her bed crying like a baby. Insanity was the first conclusion and the most dismissible, given her being a demon, as was some sort of reaction to a narcotic. She 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 for quite some time. She sniffed, then her head snapped up. Seeing Octavia, the hellhound's face went through several emotions: shock, fear, shame, anger for a moment, and then defeat.
"Hey," she said, rubbing at the wetness off 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 demon 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, her shoulders hunched and 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, and her tail swished rapidly, almost hitting the owlette's hip. She sat there for a while; it might have well been a lifetime for Octavia.
"I'm…having sex with my coworkers," Loona finally confessed, clenching the bedsheets so hard that her claws ripped into them.
Octavia's eyes went wide with shock, her mouth opened and closed several times before she could find the words to speak, "You mean the two imps, aren't they?"
Judging from how the hellhound seemed to shrink more into herself, she'd hit the nail on the head. "Oh."
Is this what girl talk was? They went silent for several seconds before Octavia started.
"So what's wrong?" she pressed, and Loona looked at her inquisitively.
"What's wrong? I just told you."
"Well, yeah, you did," she said, raising her hand and rubbing the back of her head. "I get that they're married, and well, you work with them and all, but why are you—"
"Crying like a bitch?" Loona finished, and the owlette sighed.
"Your words, not mine. But yes, they are into it, and so are you. You're into it, right?"
"Of course I'm into it. It's just…just…" Loona looked down to her thighs, her legs slightly swung anxiously.
"Just…what?"
If ever Octavia said a wrong thing that tipped the cap off, it was this. And Loona bursted.
"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, invites me to dinner, gives me a stupid 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…"
She stopped her outburst as her friend had a deadpan expression.
"This was dumb, I'm dumb. I'm just gonna—" Loona stood up as she spoke but was quickly stopped by her.
"Wait! Just wait alright. Look, I'm not good at this, okay? I can barely tolerate talking to my parents. Not that I don't mind talking to you, it's just... I'm not the best at this."
Loona calmed down and sat back on the bed. Octavia put her hand on her shoulder, calming her down.
"You know what you're feeling? I felt it once too, it's called love, ok? As weird as it may sound, and not knowing really the details, which we really think we should go over later, that's what it is. You're so used to pushing people away that when they express it to you, you're confused and act irrationally."
Loona remained silent, but everything felt calm as much as she appreciated her listening.
"I'm not a shrink, that's what I know. You're frustrated. I'm frustrated. This is hell. It fuckin' sucks."
Loona slightly smiled, and looked to Octavia as she also has a small smile on her beak before her she looked down to her thighs.
"Will you at least tell me about the sex?" she blurts out, her face went flushed red.
To that, Loona eyes widened, blinking several times, then burst out laughing.
"Sure, why not?" she grinned.
Moxxie flipped to the next page in the book he was reading. It was an old, earth-based book 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's broken sword, with another, also a mouse was a thief who had a tendency to sing; and many more characters.
Overall, a good book, at least so far anyway, aside from his wonder as to how a mouse could wield a sword or who could build 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.
"You're telling Blitz," he said, to which she giggled, kissing him back.
"Of course."