One shot. Lewd. Smut. Enjoy. Review.

Steam billowed around the room. Dancing across the ceiling tiles. The intricate designs of gold and ivory were cut through with blood red rubies and dark obsidian. Scenes of torment and torture filled the wash room. The tiny imps scampered out of the fine hall. Giving their lord privacy. He stepped through the doorway from the bedroom. Permitting his fine demon silk gown to fall off his slim shoulders and pool around his delicate ankles.

"Ah. Another day. Another migraine. Another small kingdom saved by internal fighting." Stolas said as he eased his massive aching form into the boiling hot water of his solid gold bath tub. The Lord of the underworld sighed as the knots in his back and sides began to unwind. It was good to be in the upper echelon of society. It meant that he had access to such fine living as this tub. And his delicious meals, and the fact that he did not have to worry about slaughtered as much as the common peon.

A sharp twinge arched through his back and he sighed in irritation. It felt like a large spike was being shoved between his eyes.

He really had to find a better therapist. Or a massage specialist. Or some sort of tai chi expert. The amount of stress that he carried around could not be good for a demon his age. He felt like there was a constant nagging in his head and a weight upon his shoulders.

He heard a crash coming from down the hall. Followed by some screaming. And the skittering hoofbeats of a tiny imp escaping a bitches wrath. Stolas frowned and sunk deeper into the bubbles. He hated his wife. He was very open about how he hated his wife. The feeling was entirely mutual.

The giant man child bird demon began to gather up some of the scented bubbles that bobbed by his knees. He shaped them into the general shape of a big white beard. He shoveled them on top of his relatively flat head and splashed water down his chest.

He sunk deeper into the water and closed his eyes. Trying to imagine a day where his 'darling wife' wasn't being a complete and total bitch to the help. He could not remember a time in his life where she had not been an abusive aggravated shrew of a woman.

"If only my darling dear Blitzo was here with me." He smiled his tiny little bird like grin. That imp was one of the greatest things in the demon's life. Blitzy's teasing banter, his rough candor, his lurid sexual fantasies. And the fact that he had an absolutely MASSIVE schlong was a plus. And knew how to use it. Some men had big dicks and just flopped them around haphazardly. Using them as clubs to just wow others into submission.

Like little children who had found their daddy's rifle. Blitzy had finesse, panache, showmanship. The ability to go from one to one hundred in no time flat! But alas he was traveling with his daughter and coworkers somewhere in the realm of living humans. Something about taking out the owner of the Alps. Whatever that meant.

It would be an easy thing for Stolas to just teleport onto Earth and grab his love bunny for a bit of nookie. But the two of them were trying to have a bit more of a professional serious relationship. Which meant that they did not interfere with the other's work. And that they could have multiple partners. Stolas had seen his beloved little red horned butt buddy eyeballing his underlings. Stolas was a little hurt when Blitzo first floated the idea. But Stolas was a generous lover, and if the darling little thing wanted to fuck others…well Stolas did not have it in him to say no.

Still being 'mature' and 'dignified' was SO BORING! And it also meant that Stolas felt a little repressed. And very very horny. And the longer he kept his horniness pent up…well the more likely he was to do something dramatic or embarrassing in public. Just that morning he had used the term 'titties' instead of 'kitties' to describe someone's footwear. A slip of the tongue. An embarrassing one. And as a demon lord he had to keep his tongue under control.

"Now what did my lovely little cum dumpster say to me before he left?" Stolas mumbled to himself. He blew a massive bubble until it popped near his head. He always did his best thinking in the bathtub. In fact he did his best work in the bathtub. He was pretty sure that he and his wife conceived their glorious daughter Octavia in the bath.

Stolas smiled at the thought of his precocious daughter. She was blossoming into the most adorable little Hellbeing! She was still a goth, with her hair growing longer every year. And her all black make up and clothes making her resemble a crow more and more every day. She also was inheriting her mothers impressive body.

Stolas might be a lurid bisexual with male homoerotic leanings. And Stella might be a complete and total cunt of a woman. But Stolas was no fool. Stella was gorgeous. Drop dead fucking sexy. With a curvaceous body that would put most porn stars to shame. She was well over six feet tall, with legs that seemed to go on for miles, long sharp toenails that could cut through solid emeralds, a good solid set of breeding hips. Full succulent ass cheeks, trim waist and stomach and a long torso. Her tits were relatively impressive too. Full and large, a solid handful each. And Stolas had some big hands.

Oddly enough the most incredible thing about her had to be her shoulders. They were thin and kissable, bone white, and remarkably long. They supported every last inch of her perfectly. It was a strange thing to focus on, but her shoulders were probably one of her best features.

Now if only she wasn't such a beady eyed shrill voiced pucker lipped bitch who delighted in controlling others and making their lives miserable.

Stolas cracked his back and crossed his ankles. Bobbing one foot outside of the tub. Letting water drip down his toes and make a mess of the tile. He didn't need to worry about cleaning up. Some butler would get to that.

Stella was shouting at her latest victim. Her clicking high heels were stomping down the corridor. Stolas splashed water into his face. He had multiple meetings to attend the next morning. And the day itself was one long one of entertaining other big name super rich demons. He did not want to deal with whatever it was that was bugging his wife.

Stolas tapped his chin through the fake bubble beard. His darling Blitzy had given him something that was supposed to take the edge off. Snapping his fingers the denizen of Hell summoned a portal and began rooting around inside. He pulled out a small box of pills with a smile.

Pills were remarkably easy and cheap to come by in Hell. There were even entire vending machines that supplied different kinds of drugs and styles. From Heroin to Meth. From LSD to Crack. There was everything that a drug addict could hope for readily available. If you had the coin. Which Stolas definitely did. These were different. They were gifts from his darling little toy Blitzy. He shook the bottle and examined the tiny blue and green pills in them. Small, oval, some had xxx stamped on the side. Stolas popped the top and poured three down his gullet. Blitzo had told him to start with one and see how he felt. But Stolas was also one of the lords of the underworld (And a solid few feet taller then his impish fuck buddy) So Stolas was certain that taking higher then the recommended dosage was probably completely fine.

He chewed up one of the pills and swallowed them. They were meant for relaxation. Or as Blitzo had put it, 'if you wanted a good time then just chow down on one of these babies'

Stolas patted the sides of the bath. Wondering when they were going to take affect. He hadn't tripped balls in a long time and he was excited for a fun—

A splash of water fell over the lip of the tub. Then something massive popped its large red head out of the water. Stolas stared at the tip of his dick as it slowly ballooned upwards. Getting larger and larger in size. Until a cock about the size and shape of a baseball bat hovered above the water.

Stolas blinked in confusion a few times. And then the overwhelming feeling of earth shattering desire pumped through him. Like a firestorm.

Stella stomped down the corridor. Her long gown swishing behind her. Her full pumpkin sized ass cheeks were jostling for space in the tight form fitting dress. She didn't know why high fashion lately always needed to emphasize her massive fucking rear. But for some reason her butt just seemed to look bigger and bigger in every single gown that she wore! It didn't help that her bouncing sloshing tit's also took up so much material. Every time she commissioned a dress from the most expensive dress makers in town they would skimp out on the good material!

So while she was also decked out in the finest of silks and furs, the most extravagant of wool and cashmeres, glittering with only the finest inlaid pearls and jewels…she still had to fight to slip her nipples in. If she adjusted the dresses incorrectly her tits would come bouncing out. If she pulled them up then she might just tear at the hemline, or worse yet right across her crack! And she was far too rich and powerful to wear underwear.

She turned towards the nearest servant and growled at him. He scuttled out of the way. Quickly the wing of the mansion was empty. If she was lucky then it was just her and her idiot husband. She needed to yell at that weak willed bitch.

She had nothing to complain about, and that was definitely something worth complaining about. If she didn't get her way soon over something then she was going to put her fucking fist through the fucking marble wall!

She stomped towards the private washroom that he had added on when their marriage problems began. She gripped the doorknob and swung the door open. Her glaring eyes alight with fire. The same fire that raged in her core. The same fire that raged in her loins.

She felt her eyebrows rise so high up that they actually crashed into her hairline. She was staring at her husband. Stolas was on his back. In a tub full to overflowing with water. His legs were dangling over the sides. Bubbles were dripping down in long thick white ropes. They were going to leave stains up and down the tile.

But what was catching Stella's eyes was what was poking above the bath tub water. It was a penis. More then that it was a big penis. More then that it was a Grade A bitch breaking womb crushing mama making brain draining fuck knob! Stolas was gasping, his face brightened with a dark blush. His hair was standing on end. He had both hands wrapped around his baloney pony and was giving the fuck stick a good five fingered thrashing.

Stolas was groaning and gasping. His eyes fluttering closed. Like window shutters caught in the wind. He did not seem to see his wife. He was too focused on giving himself pleasure. His toes curled and he let out a soft little gasp.

Something orange and cylindrical rolled across the floor. Coming to a stop at Stella's high heel. It taped her toe a few times. She leaned down and picked it up. Her eyes widened. Sex pills! She recognized those little xxx's anywhere! You had to be a fucking moron to trust these things! This specific brand was outlawed in multiple realms of Hell! This knock off aphrodisiac had a familiar looking imp on it. Giving a thumbs up. Stella felt her heart beat increase. Her hands shook with rage.

She swung her head around with a growl.
"Stolas!" She snapped. He let out a bellowing groan. His hands working from his base to his cock head. Working his cock the way a master baker worked their dough. He jerked his meat to the beat of his heart. And he jerked wildly as a thick shot of cum spurted from his dick hole.

Stella's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. His man mayo managed to launch itself across the washroom and land squarely in her face. She could only stand as rope after rope of thick semen splashed across her face. It was like standing in front of a fireman's hose that was pumping out extra creamy ranch dressing.

Stolas continued to pant. His churning grapefruit sized balls clenching and throbbing. Thick veins had popped out across his balls, over his cock shaft, darted around his thighs, and one or two even started to stand out oon his forehead.

He let out a little hum before looking at Stella. He grinned lecherously. His libido overwhelming his self preservation, and his basic common sense. He slapped his baseball bat sized boy banana against his palm. The shooting sense of pleasure made another thick glob of cum splash down into the water. The water was splashing over his knees and over the side of the tub.

"Oh! Hello Stella. I did not see you there." He said. Which was perfectly true. He didn't feel like he had even been himself for a few moments. It was almost as if the penis pills had caused him to lose all sense of time and space. He was only aware of how fucking good it was to jerk his one eyed snake. And how relaxed he felt now that he had splashed all of his thick cock cream out. Unfortunately his baby gravy was starting to stain her gown.

"Stolas…." She growled. Her head bowed. Thick goblets of his man milk was sliding down her cheeks. Her shoulders were shaking. Her hands and ass cheeks were clenching. Stolas gulped and sunk into the water. He stared at his wife in pure wide eyed terror. He shivered, despite the very warm water and the steam swirling around them he felt cold and vulnerable.

"Yes?"

"Stolas….Your cock….Your semen…."She held up a hand. Between her fingers his dick juice oozed out. It dripped in thick rivers from her knife sharp fingertips.

"Yes?" He squeaked out some more. Feeling more and more like a mouse then a man.

Stella held her hand to her lips. Her tongue darted out and flicked up every last drop. She popped her fingers into her mouth. Sucking each one clean. She leaned her head back and breathed out heavily.

"Delicious." She purred. Her eyes darted over him. She kicked off her high heels and started marching forward. She gripped the sides of her gown and with a flick of her wrists tour her own garment off. She tossed the useless chunks of fabric aside. Her bare feet caused her boobs and booty to bounce and clap. Her hair was wild, her nostrils flared. Her eyes were focused exclusively on his big hot hard hog of a chode.

Stolas pushed himself upwards. Trying to get out of the tub. His legs felt weak. As if they were asleep. Which they very well might have been. They definitely didn't have enough blood flow.

Stolas yelped as Stella pushed him back into the water. She jumped on top of him. The gold and brass tub groaned as water splashed over the sides.

"S-Stella!" Stolas cried out in shock. She slapped a hand to his lips. He could taste his own semen on her palm. The intoxicating scent of lewd love juices were starting to fill the room.

"That dick. That is mine. Your cock belongs to me. Your bitch breaking boy bonker is going to absolutely ruin my pussy got it you pansy?" She growled. Stolas didn't even have time to react. She was already between his legs. His ankles were plopped on to her back. His toes brushing her firm round ass cheeks. She was licking her lips as she sized his joystick up and down. Her throat felt tight and small. Too small to take it. But she would be damned if she didn't take it.

With a deep breath she stuffed the entirety of his dick into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes bulged as his cock fucked her throat. It was stretching her mouth, forcing her jaw wider and wider. Her lips let out a moan and the sound of skin being stretched to the limit's of imagination echoed around the room.

Stolas grunted and pressed his palm to her forehead. His own eyes were wide in amazement. His wife had never so much as given his dick a hand job! And now here she was debasing herself with a sloppy full throat meat massage? His balls slapped her chin and she paused down there. Her nose encased in his pubic hair.

"Stella?! W-What are you doing?" He grunted. She dug her fingernails into his butt cheeks and gave the firm grabbales a squeeze. Then a firm scratch. Stolas grunted and shook in her grasp. He then moaned as she began to pull back. The wet sound of a wang being wetly whipped out of a woman's well stretched throat was indescribable. A breathy helpless little huff that was intoxicating to the ears and the eyes. Stolas blinked down in amazement.

Stella wiggled and briefly removed her hands from his ass. Only supporting his cock head with the vacuum seal of her lips and the strength in her jaw and neck. She reached back to her round bouncy butt cheeks and readjusted her thong. It was really riding up her ass cheeks. Red lines were appearing in her ivory skin. Where the expensive polyester was biting into the mama meat. Her thighs were damp and rubbing together. The wet slapping of thick thighs and a leaking pussy merely advertising her lewd tunnel.

Stolas cringed as she went back on the attack. Her eyes were locked on his dick. Completely ignoring his face. She was only interested in that cock. In the pleasure that this dick could bring her. In the way that it could stretch her snatch to snapping. She sniffed as she went. There was the smell of the tub, of perfume, of her own perfume, of their desire. But there was also the slightly musky scent of semen.

She shivered. Her taste buds were alive with the thick salty flavor. It was like gargling mayo mixed with ocean water. It made her feel debaucherously degraded, little more then a common imp cum dump. She felt her core tighten and she spontaneously orgasmed. Her moans came completely unbidden, they came from deep within her. They were true deep belly groans. Her orgasm splashed out of her. Her thighs wet with desire. Her ass cheeks clenched and her toes curled.

Stolas was huffing through his nose. The heels of his hands digging into the hollows of his eyes. He could not understand what was happening. Why…why…why did it feel so good? He felt like his very body was turning inside out with pleasure. He felt like his spine was being sucked out through his cock head. He felt as if his entire body was being turned into a fucking soup….and he was in love with the feeling! The fact that it was coming from Stella of all people….It couldn't be true…could it? Was she actually….giving someone else pleasure? Was the unreasonable horrific cunt of a woman giving some actual attention to someone who wasn't herself? That seemed impossible!

"M…M…Mmmmm" Stolas started to huff out. Stella rolled her eyes in annoyance. She had almost forgotten who she was fucking. She popped off. Both hands working his hog hose. His balls had left red marks on her chin and there was spittle on both her cheeks. Her lips were widened and cracked and swollen. Like she had gone a solid twelve rounds with a bare knuckle boxer. Some cum was dripping out of her nostril. And she was still hornier then a heifer in heat!

"What?!" She snapped in annoyance. Her heart was beating a mile a millisecond. Her fat ass was clapping and wiggling completely instinctively. Her pussy was wet with desire. Her massive tits were acting like impromptu floatation devices. She was wet behind the ears and her hair was floating around her like thick long ropes.

"More…more please…."Stolas mumbled out weakly. He stared down at his wife. She stared back at him and snarled. She then grinned, a fake little forced smile. As if she was presenting a prize that she ultimately wanted for herself.

"Oh? More? You want more? More please you said?" She said in a sarcastic sing song voice. She eased herself up onto her knees and shifted forwards in the water. Stolas clanged to the bottom. His dick was twirling in the water. She had one hand firmly on the base of his cock. She squeezed it dangerously.

"More? Okay you little bitch. Let me give you everything. Let me fuck you raw…" She shifted suddenly. Her thong snapping off of her and being shoved against his face. Stolas had one second to pull it away before he and Stella were face to face. Her hands were pushing down on his shoulders. Not to steady herself. But to keep him down and trapped.

She shifted suddenly and then slammed her hips downwards. Her legs simultaneously shot up and her ankles straddled his head. The two paused as she adjusted to his girth. She stared silently forwards for a few seconds. Stolas gulped. She wasn't even breathing. He gripped her hips nervously. Afraid that she had just had a stroke or a heart attack.

"Stella?" He asked. She groaned and leaned forwards. Her eyes closing and her tongue flopping out. Her toes curled. Her orgasm was harsh and fast. Her panting filled the room. Stolas grinned in amazement. He had never expected to see this position from his wife.

The normally uppity cruel ice queen was huffing and gasping, wiggling and squealing. Panting like a virgin in the back of a crappy Cadillac. Gone was the upper class twit. Replaced by a common gutter fuck. A common gutter fuck getting fucked in the guts by a dick that was the length of her arm.

"UGH! You bastard! You limp dick hog cocked bastard! You selfish slimy two timing cheating piece of crap bastard! Your cock! It's stretching me! You queer eye loving ball gown wearing twink!" She bounced down and slapped against his balls for a brief moment. She then shot right back up. Her knees were acting as a lever to get just the right angle.

Stolas gripped her hips and cleared his throat.

"I-I'm sorry." He mumbled out. She was grunting and panting. Her slick clit was rubbing insistently against his cock. His veins were standing out now more then ever before. Giving her extra levels of pleasure. Her teeth ground together loudly. Her neck straining. Her head was shaking wildly back and forth, forwards and backwards. Her fingernails were digging into his back. Leaving thick long scratches. Most demons would mistake them for animal markings, or say he got attacked by a cat.

"Sorry! That's all you say! Bastard!"

"I'm sorry." He grumbled. His gasping pleasure filled her ears with delight. She wrapped her fingers through his hair and yanked his head back. He gave out a little hiss of surprise as he stared up into her fire filled eyes. It was like being caught by an inferno. An inferno that wanted to fuck and be fucked silly.

"Fucking don't say sorry! Fucking turn my pussy into your personal play area you pathetic pussy whipped pig prick pansySSSSSYYEEEEEE!" Her squeal turned into a shriek as he gripped her hips and slammed her up and down on his dick. His chin rested on her shoulder.

His prick was moving in and out of her at around a mile a minute. The water surrounding them started to boil and froth from their lust. Turning into some sort of wild monstorous hot tub. His balls were clanging against the bottom of the tub. But her fat fuckable ass was slapping up and down so hard and fast that Stolas's balls were drowned out. It was a bell vs a gong. It was a bitch vs a bitch breaker. It was a cunt that could crack a diamond dildo and a cock that could snap an iron chain.

The two were gasping and huffing. Their eyes fluttering. Stolas growled as he kept up with her insisting prodding fucks. Stella had been reduced to barely verbal grunts and growls. Like a pig fucking in a forest. She was nothing more then a rutting boar. Stolas was huffing, attempting to keep his normal dignified look.

But then she reached down and twisted his nipples cruelly. She was still glaring at him. Her eyes were welling up with exhaustion and pleasure.

"I thought you would like that!" She snarled. Stolas reached up, his own hands shaking nervously. He gripped her long slippery nipples and gave them quick little twists. Strong twists. Insistent twists. Twists that brough loud little yips out of his wife.

"Let's see how you like it yourself!" He responded. She moaned and paused her bouncing. She shifed and screwed up her face. Her lips quivering and jaw tightening. Her orgasm washed across her. Making his slippery cock all the wetter and slippery. Stolas grunted and moved his hands to her shoulders. He gripped and pumped her downwards. She had begun to float up.

He pushed her all the way down to the base of his dick. His balls rested very comfortably in the curve of her butt cheeks. He paused and then breathed out. Releasing as much of his jelly like jet of joy juice into her constricting cunt. Her pussy walls were massaging and milking his dick. Making him plow and plunge. Squelch and stretch.

Soon she was stunned silent. He was still orgasming! She had lost count of how long…but it had to be at least a solid two minutes! Just two minutes of him plowing and pulsing and pumping her pussy.

A pool of cum started to leak out of her snatch. It floated lewdly around their conjoined contorted bodies. A thick goblet of cum dripped down from Stella's forehead. She had missed that specific piece when she was giving Stolas a piece of her throat earlier. The cum dripped down onto her erect nipple. It hung there like a tear drop. A fine perfectly proportioned pearl.

Stolas flicked it up with a pinkie and wrapped his tongue around his digit. He slurped his own seed off of his fingers with a devilish grin. Stella snarled and kicked her heel against his shoulder.

"You perverted little freak." She snarled. She stood up, a thick wad of water and man gravy fell off of her. It was like she had crushed an entire tube of frosting against her thick thighs. Her throbbing pussy was still leaking desire. She glared down before grabbing his orange sized cock head.

"This bastard better not have ruined sex for me! Or else I will personally castrate you in front of your weeping family!" She promised. She then clambered out of the tub. Yanking her husband along by his baby gravy dispenser. She walked to the wall and spread her legs. She slapped her forearms against the marble and wiggled her farm fed thanksgiving turkey sized behind at Stolas. She clapped her ass cheeks warningly. It was like the beat of war drums.

"Well? Get to plowing! I am not going to stand here all day you limp dick son of a bitch!" She ordered. Stolas rolled his eyes.

"Yes dear." He grumbled. He gripped her hips with one hand and aimed his pussy smasher with the other. He did not bother to ease himself inside of her. He just crammed as much in as could possibly fit. He was unafraid of earning her ire. He had seen how many lewd faces she was capable of making. He had seen just how deliciously debaucherously she embraced her desires. And just how cock drunk she could become with a bit of womb prodding.

Stolas began to huff and pant. He did not know what sort of drugs were in the pills that he had just eaten…but he was absolutely blown away by the effect that they had on his bitch of a wife! He wondered idily if maybe it would be wise to continue to take them. And just what the effects they might have on Stella. She seemed to normal and agreeable now…Maybe she would turn into less and less of a bitch with the more cum she consumed. And the more cum that he pumped deep inside of her aching warm wet slippery pussy.

Stella was howling at the top of her lungs, completely unaware that she was doing it. It was almost as if her mind had been shut off and then a new lewder switch had been thrown. Then glued in place. Her body was on fire with an overwhelming lust. Stolas's long fingers dug into her hips. Her fat ass was slapping against his stomach. The married couple were actually acting like a married couple for the first time in…possibly forever.

"And it is all thanks to those pills." Stolas grumbled to himself. They were borderline a gift from Heaven! He leaned over and buried his face against her shoulder blades. Leaving sharp little bite marks up and across them. Stella was on her tip toes. Her ass cheeks shaking side to side. Stolas was humping into her like a jackhammer! He was riding her like an amusement park roller coaster!

Her knees were going weak. Her eyes fluttered in delight. She felt her nipples harden to diamonds and smash against the tough marble wall. They were being abused by the cold unweilding marble. She glanced over her shoulder at her husband. Her tongue was hanging out as she panted like a dumb dog.

Stolas leaned forwards. Their lips maybe inches apart, then hairsbreadth, then a single tantalizing heartbeat apart…..

Stolas paused mid thrust. Not moving anymore. Stella was blushing. Her hair wild. She quickly pulled her head away. Her neck snapping from the whiplash.

"Ugh! Don't be disgusting!" She shouted. She slipped off his long slimy dick. She gripped his shoulders and slammed him against the wall. Stolas yelped before moaning. The flexible minx had placed her ankle on his shoulder again. Her other foot on tip toe. She gripped his wrists and flung them apart so he leaned cruicified against the wall.

"I'm going to look you right in the eyes while we fuck! You aren't going to be sneaking up on my like that again!" She snapped. There was no fucking way that she was going to kiss this fucking guy! That would imply some sort of emotional vulnerability. And she was damned if she was going to let him see her vulnerable!

"Yes dear." Stolas responded with an eyeroll. He moaned. The feeling of her dripping wet cunt against his rock hard cock was absolutely insatiable. She was a bitch, she was a cruel condescending cunt, she was a manipulative harpy. And she also had some of the nicest tits and ass in the entirety of the underworld! And they were being used to bring him to levels of pleasure that he did not think were even possible to achieve without his little impy boyfriend!

Stolas grunted and huffed. His core tightening. He could feel his balls churning and rumbling. They wanted to unload more and more cum. They were still producing it. They were going to keep on producing cum until he was utterly drained! Stella was panting. Her fingernails digging into the wall behind Stolas's head. She was panting and grunting. Using her body like some sort of a weapon. As if the two were in direct competition with each other.

Sure that was complete and total madness….but she was not the most mentally sound person. She grunted and gasped. The arching pleasure like an atomic bomb going off inside of her. Her hips and legs were moving on their own. She didn't even need to think anymore! She was only obsessed with fucking. Fucking…and more hard fucking! She only needed to focus on getting more and more pleasure. Any goodness that Stolas got was merely an afterthought.

She whined and gasped. His hands were gripping her fat butt cheeks. Squeezing them, groping them, rubbing them against each other. The little sparks of electricity pumping through her body increased. She didn't know if it was from his fingers or from some sort of demon magic….But it was bringing her joy to a brand new level!

"Ugh! You sick freaky bastard! How dare you touch me!" She shouted in his face. He smirked, a little joyfully, a little nervously.

"Well how could I not? Your big butt takes up so much space….I need to rest my hands somewhere. And your shelf like booty is the best place. So soft. Yet so firm." He spanked her ass hard. Making her jump and yell. Her orgasm was indecent and sudden. Washing through her and making her sink all the way to the base of his fat fucking cock.

"You're just lucky this dick is so big and good. Fuck…I'm going to get you on a steady diet of those pills. You are going to be this hard all the time. You are going to keep my pussy full of your fuck meat! Forever!" She hissed and twitched. Her womb hungrily drinking in every last inch of his cock. His dick prodded the back of her womb. A space that had never been stimulated before. And brought her to a brand new level of joy. Her brain was floating somewhere in the clouds. And her ovaries were going into overdrive.

Just in time for his dick to disgorge his load into her awaiting pussy. Jet after jet of juicy dick jizz splashed through her body. Filling her up to the brim. Their groans began to match up. Echoing and feeding into each other. Splashing over the floors and walls. And flooding to the other corridors of the massive mansion that the two called home.

The thick hot nasty sounds of their fucking reached a bedroom. Octavia was gasping and moaning. The young woman was nude on her massive four poster bed. Her legs spread. Staring intently at the full wall portrait of her and her parents. Her eyes locked on her father, his kind eyes staring down encouragingly at her.

"D-Daddy." She grunted. Her back arching. The vibrator clicking and shuddering inside of her. The name stamped on the side was raised. Which brought her to a brand new level of pleasure.

"M-Mommy." She groaned out. She had stolen Stella's vibrator from her mothers private masturbation chamber. Because Stella only bought the nice ones that could seemingly last forever. And also Octavia had broken her own. The wet sound of cock in cunt was echoing all the way into Octavia's bedroom.

She curled onto her side. Hand gripping the vibrator. She gasped and orgasmed across her sheets.

"B-both of you….I'm…I'm…" She bit her lip and closed her eyes in delight as her core tightened. It felt like fireworks were going off in her precious head.

"I'm cumming!" Stolas and Stella roared like prehistoric beasts. The wall cracked then crumbled as the two fell into the hallway. Their bodies still writhing in pleasure. Their minds choked with desire.

Meanwhile Octavia was drooling, cross eyed, breathless. Her fingernails had torn holes in her bedsheets. And the vibrator inside of her was still going at full power. The portrait of the happy family staring down at the angsty yet insanely adorable adult goth daughter.