hey guys it took me all Monday night to do the story but it's done

after the first season of hazbin hotel I don't know zestial will return in the next season but I made this story

enjoy...

Are you even listening, old hag?"

Velvette's voice cut through the silence in the room, pulling Carmilla from her thoughts. If she were being honest, then no, she hadn't been listening at all, but she wasn't about to tell the woman in front of her that.

"Show some respect, little girl, and yes, I'm listening, but I can't help that you bore me...", Carmilla shot back, her eyes piercing as she glared at Velvette from across the room. The younger woman just rolled her eyes and continued ranting about whatever stupid plans she'd come up with about going to war with the exorcists this time.

Carmilla's thoughts were definitely elsewhere though. Ever since that day in her office with Zestial, her thoughts had been focused on her friend, although she's not sure if she can even call him that anymore. Carmilla's nearly one hundred percent sure that she's still got bruises on her thighs from the way he'd gripped them.

Zestial must have known there was something wrong by now anyway. She hasn't dared to look him in the eye since their meeting started. But Carmilla knew she couldn't lie to him, she couldn't keep avoiding him forever.

She wrapped the meeting up as quickly as she could, dismissing Velvette's plan immediately as she headed out the door to her office. Her girls were out finishing off a delivery for her, so at least she could have some peace and quiet for a moment while she tried to collect herself.

Carmilla had almost made it to the door of her office when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist.

It was Zestial's.

Carmilla froze, unsure if she should try and move away or just turn to look at him and face her fear. She took a deep breath before turning to him, her eyes still downcast, unmoving, even as Zestial grasped her chin softly between his fingers to tilt her head up.

"Carmilla, if something troubles thee, then I wish to know what it is", he spoke softly, carefully, like he was trying to figure out what was going on in her head without being too presumptuous. The words 'I'm fine' threatened to leave her mouth, but what would the point in it be? Zestial would know she was lying immediately and then become even more worried for her then he already seemed to be.

"I've just had some things on my mind for a while now, but really, Zestial, you shouldn't worry", she wasn't necessarily lying to him, but it wasn't the full truth either. If Zestial realised, he didn't say anything, and Carmilla breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, Carmilla, however if there is anything I can do for thee, please, let me know", he said, and Carmilla nodded.

The hand around her wrist released it's grip, but Zestial still followed her into her office, nonetheless. It wasn't an unwelcome action, but Carmilla found herself tensing up despite the fact that all this was just a friend coming to chat with her.

Rounding the desk to her chair, Carmilla took a seat as she glanced over at Zestial who was now standing in front of her desk. There was a concerned yet guilty look on Zestial's face, and Carmilla immediately knew that the spider demon had figured it out.

"You are displeased with our past experience?", he asked her, and Carmilla almost threw herself out of her chair to rush to his side, already beginning to blurt out her apology.

"Zestial, please don't think that...I enjoyed our time together, really, I did, but it's just that I find myself thinking about it now, maybe even too much...it's embarrassing", she blurted out her explanation, not even sure if half of it was making sense as she looked for any sign of negative emotion in the man's eyes. She was thankful when she didn't find any, if anything, his eyes looked almost kind.

"And didn't I tell you before that embarrassment suits a woman such as thee?", he said it with such delight that Carmilla couldn't help the giggle that rose in her chest. It was strange how he made her feel sometimes. It was a feeling that she couldn't quite put a name to. Giddy was the first word that came to mind, but when Carmilla thought about it, that really didn't fit either.

"Thou enjoyed our time together?", he asked her, clarifying her words rather than making assumptions that might get him into trouble later. Carmilla nodded, giving him a soft smile, almost shying away from him again.

"Very much", she answered, and he smirked at her, leaning in closer and closer until his lips were pressed against hers in a gentle kiss. Carmilla made a muffled noise of surprise against Zestial's lips but relaxed a moment later, kissing him back softly. It's an innocent thing, or at least it starts that way before Carmilla is sliding her tongue into Zestial's mouth, her thoughts from earlier that day leading her in this moment, the fantasy she'd been building in her head these past few days finally coming alive.

"Thou would like to be with me again?", he asks her, just making sure, and she nods.

"Yes."

Zestial gave her a soft nod before his hand found the small of her back and he led her over to the small seating area in her office made up of couches and armchairs. "This may be a little more comfortable than your office chair", Zestial offered, and Carmilla couldn't deny that it was the better option.

She pulled Zestial into another kiss as she moved to one of the couches and fell back onto the soft cushions, dragging Zestial down on top of her. A wide grin spread across his face as he took her in. Zestial had always told her how beautiful she was, even in casual conversation, but Carmilla always had a hard time believing him.

He kissed down the side of her neck as he brought his hands up to cup her breasts through the fabric of her dress, rubbing his thumbs in small circles over her nipples. Carmilla let out a sharp gasp at the shocks of pleasure, her back arching.

The man on top of her shouldn't be able to pull the kinds of reactions from her that he was, but yet he knew her likes and dislikes, and knew how to please her like no one else ever had, so maybe it was only natural. Still, she felt a little embarrassed as the room filled with her noises quickly. And he'd barely touched her yet.

He nipped at her sensitive skin, leaving marks and bruises along her neck and collar bones, adding to the ones he'd made a few days prior. Zestial's hand moves to the hem of her dress.

"May I, my love?", he asked, just like he did last time, because of course he would. He was the kindest person Carmilla thinks she's ever met, but she's always loved that about him.

"Of course", was her only reply, leaving a comfortable silence between them as Zestial pulled her dress over her head and hung it over the back of the couch. Her bare breasts were exposed to him now, her panties the only thing keeping him from seeing all of her. He looked at her like she was some kind of Goddess though, like she was something far superior to him that left him in awe.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are, Carmilla?", he asked her, still as genuine as ever despite the touch of humour in his voice. Carmilla gave him a smirk of her own.

"Hmm...I'd say only once every week, perhaps twice if you're feeling generous?", she remarked, laughing slightly when he shot her a playful glare.

"Well...it's true", he said.

He leaned close to her chest, flicking his tongue over one of her nipples and watched as she shuddered. He sucked more marks into the swell of her breasts, his hand trailing lower, and he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her long legs.

Zestial has seen how her body looks before, actually they've been in various states of undress around one another plenty of times for one reason or another, but none of her experiences have been quite like this. Every time he looked at her, it was like he was seeing her for the first time, and although Carmilla wanted to think he'd tire from it, she really didn't think he ever would.

Carmilla let out a moan when his fingers found her clit, rubbing small circles over it, and Zestial's eyes never left her as she writhed beneath him.

"Zestial, please...", Carmilla tried. She needed something inside her, anything, just to satiate the growing desire within her, but Zestial seemed to be toying with her. He knew exactly what she wanted, but would he be kind enough to give it to her was the real question.

"What is it you want, Carmilla?", he questioned.

Bastard. He knew exactly what game he was playing.

She couldn't give him the satisfaction of begging for him, really begging for him, not yet. He'd only tease her about it later, and Carmilla wasn't ready to deal with even more embarrassment just yet.

"You know what I want, Zestial", she tried, but the spider demon seemed to want to keep up his little game.

"Do I?"

"Zestial...", her voice was more of a whine now, but her worries about it were starting to fade to the back of her mind. She needed this man in front of her, and she didn't care how long he was going to keep this up for, she knew he would give in eventually.

"Alright, my love, but thou must learn what it means to have some patience", he laughed deeply, and Carmilla smiled back up at him. She fucking keened when he slid two fingers into her cunt. She was embarrassingly wet, enough so, that Zestial could have probably added a third if he'd wanted to without much resistance.

He set a slower pace, wanting her to feel everything he was doing as he pumped his fingers into her, curling them just right as his thumb rubbed her clit, the friction making Carmilla moan.

Her head was thrown back against the arm of the couch, her lips parted as she panted out Zestial's name over and over again as he brought her to her first orgasm.

Zestial whispered words of praise and encouragement into her ear as he worked her through it, slowing down a little to make sure she was still comfortable and not over sensitive.

"Can I fuck thee, Carmilla?", he asked her, and Carmilla's head shot upright again. She stared him. Zestial didn't use that kind of language, actually, he usually frowned upon it. So why...

"You'll have to forgive me, my love", he apologised, an embarrassed look on his face, "I'm afraid I was getting rather lost in the moment." His words made her stomach do a flip, and the grin that spread across her face had Zestial almost shying away from her.

"No, don't apologise...I think it suits you", she remarked, her tone playful. They both knew she was only half right. Zestial using that kind of language would only ever suit him in a situation like this, but if he'd used it in his daily life it wouldn't suit him at all.

Zestial withdrew his fingers from her, and Carmilla watched with intent as he removed his clothes just enough to free his cock.

He pushes inside her, immediately bottoming out, and Carmilla claws at the fabric of the couch, squeezing so hard her knuckles turn white. She's never felt to full before, and Carmilla swears this is a sign that they should have done this decades ago.

"F-fuck Zestial...", Carmilla moans. He's quickened his pace now, and suddenly he's not quite as gentle as he once was. She can't say she minds though, not when he's fucking her this good. Her body already feels weak and she doubts she'll be able to walk straight after this, but Carmilla doesn't care.

"I love you", she says before she can fully register what she's saying, and she immediately wants to take it back, tell him she didn't mean it, but that wouldn't be the truth. But now Zestial is pulling her closer, and for the first time Carmilla feels as though she might actually be his. It was a comforting feeling.

Zestial pushes her over the edge for the second time that day, and it makes her tremble, Zestial's name falling from her lips like a prayer over and over again. He fucked her through it, his own thrusts becoming unsteady, and soon he was spilling inside her with more whispered praises leaving him.

The pair took a moment to rest, letting a comfortable silence creep in between them. They redress and move to the couch next to them, and Zestial pulls her close again, wrapping her in his arms and placing a light kiss to her forehead.

Zestial didn't tell her he loved her back, not yet anyways, but deep down, Carmilla knows he shows it more through actions rather than words.

That's what Carmilla loves about him.