"Oh for fuck's sake… MILLIE! Catch that damn son of a bitch before he slips away!"
"On it, boss!"
Determined to finish their job, the feisty Southern belle hopped from roof to roof, trying to keep up with the target. As the street below her appeared to narrow further and further however, Millie chose to risk it and jumped over the edge. Taking advantage of the numerous clotheslines that were spread from window to window, the agile imp propelled herself directly at the target's back, sinking her knives deep into his flesh.
The human groaned in pain, but before he could do anything about it, Millie slit his throat. His blood slowly spilled out on the ground below them. As Millie stood up and cleaned her blades, her colleagues managed to catch up to her.
She stepped back and watched alongside Moxxie how Blitzo inspected the corpse. The tall imp stared at the pale face of the deadman, before letting go of his hair and proclaimed proudly, "Well gang, another contract successfully completed! That's three in a row… For this month."
"I am sure that we will get even better, boss!" Millie smiled cheerfully.
"With you on our team, I have no doubts, Mills." Blitzo took a step closer and lovingly patted the female imp on her head. "All we have to do is kick Moxxie to the side and we will be practically unstoppable!"
"Hey!" Moxxie scowled at his boss. In response, Millie playfully bumped her husband's shoulder and said to him, "He is just joking, sweetie. You are a valuable member of this team and an amazing shooter."
"Now, now, keep the sweet-talking bullshit for when he actually does something important." Blitzo chuckled to himself while Moxxie kept throwing him dirty looks. Millie simply shrugged her shoulders as the imps went through the portal that led back to their dimension. Once they were back at the office, Loona threw the Grimoire at her dad and asked with disinterest, "So, how was the mission?"
"Just fine, Looney. Now, come give daddy a hu-" Before Blitzo could actually give his baby girl a hug, the moody hellhound pushed her father back with the words, "Can we save this for another time?"
Millie quietly shook her head. "Disrespectful brat," she thought to herself. But Blitzo seemed to take this just fine as he simply replied, "As you wish, dear." Blitzo then turned his gaze at his female employee, grinning. "Hey, Mills! I want you to help me over with some shit here at the office."
"Are you sure you don't need my help as well, sir?"
"If I wanted help from you, Baby Dick, I would have asked. Now beat it!"
"It's okay, Moxx. I will be back home in no time. I promise." Millie kissed her hubby on the forehead and lovingly caressed his freckled cheeks. Moxxie smiled and hugged his wife, not noticing the nefarious glare of his superior. As soon as Moxxie left, Millie followed Blitzo inside his office.
"You know, Mills, you should stop pamper the little fuck so much. I mean…" Blitzo bent over his desk, grunting and swearing under his nose, while looking for the key. Once he found it, he shoved it in the lock and opened the drawer. He then carefully took out a large bottle, filled with only the best alcohol he could have stolen, and took a big sip before handing it over to Millie to try it.
"He is getting more and more useless with every mission we go out on"
"He is not useless, he is just… You know, trying his best." Millie's biceps bulged up as she lifted the glass jug with only one hand and drank from it. A few drops of the liquor runned down her chin, along her neck and slided directly into her cleavage.
"Yeah, well… His best is not enough to pay the bills." Blitzo tried to sit in his chair, his eyes glued to Millie and her unintentionally seductive way of drinking. The impette wiped the corner of her mouth, put the jug aside and climbed on top of the desk.
"I know he can be a bit of a damsel in distress sometimes, but why are you so eager to push him away? Isn't it good that he feels comfortable enough to not ask questions?"
"Yeah, yeah, we don't want Baby Dick to find out… Gosh," Blitzo squirmed in his seat and grumbled. Millie sighed. An awkward silence occurred between the two. Millie drummed quietly with her fingers over the desk, pondering the question of what to do in order to brighten the mood. The answer struck her like a lightning bolt. The courageous short stack then quickly leaped in her boss's lap and began to affectionately scratch him under the chin.
"I know that you don't like to mess up your desk, but do you think you can make an exception this one time? I promise, I won't squirt as much as I usually do~" Millie entangled Blitzo's tie in between her fingers. The larger imp flashed his big toothy grin. In the matter of seconds, he grabbed Millie by the shoulders and pinned her against the desk. Blitzo lowered his head and gave Millie's neck a playful smooch before proceeding to nibble gently on it.
"Bitch, I'm gonna make you pregnant with triplets~" He whispered in her ear. Millie giggled. Her pupils thinned and her long, slender tail creeped its way around the boss's leg. Distracted by the lustful thought of impregnating his lover, Blitzo succumbed to Millie's trick as she tripped him, causing the taller imp to loosen his grip. Millie took the advantage and wasted no time at turning the tables on Blitzo . The feisty impette grappled her employer by the collar of his suit and using her strong, muscular legs, she made Blitzo roll on his back.
"You have to first earn the right to use my womb as a sperm storage, you nasty horse fucker~"
"I already earned it, babe. A looong time ago," Blitzo sneered. Shortly thereafter, the two pressed their lips in the form of a passionate kiss. Millie closed her eyes and put both of her hands on Blitzo's sides, eagerly shoving her tongue inside his mouth. While the Southern belle was busy exchanging saliva, the circus boy felt his erecting shaft growing by the second, threatening to rip a hole in his pants. Unceremoniously, Blitzo pulled the suspenders off his lover's shoulders and kept peeling the cloth down, stripping Millie off.
"My cock is killing me right now. Mind if I take a peak before I drill a hole in my pants?"
"You don't need to ask twice," Millie giggled and cupped both of her breasts in her palms. She playfully bounced them before rubbing her erect nipples across Blitzo's face. The horny imp pushed his snout in between them and began thrusting his hips and rubbing his massive bulge against Millie's bubbly cheeks. Her giggles and quiet moaning were a confirmation he was doing a great job.
Suddenly, Blitzo clasped his hands against Millie's butt. His fingers left marks onto her flesh as the horny imp lifted up his lover's rear end and pushed her forward. Without a warning, Blitzo rammed his shaft deep inside Millie's vagina. The impette gasped out. Blitzo used this distraction as an opportunity to turn the tables in his favor. He rolled the smaller imp on her back and grabbed her by the ankles, spreading her legs open.
"Take that you little slut!" Going in completely raw, the ex circus performer began ramming his cock as deep as he could. Millie's big yellow eyes rolled inside their sockets and she dug her nails into the wood beneath her. "F-Fuck… Ah~ Harder!"
Seeing his employee like that aroused Blitzo even more. He quickly scooped her up and slammed her against the wall. Millie then wrapped her arms around his neck and their mouths interlocked once more. Shortly after, Blitzo experienced his first orgasm. His knees quivered and the imp rocked his head back with a groan as his cum flooded the shortstack's womb. They both collapsed on the floor, sweaty and panting. But as Millie tried to get up, Blitzo suddenly jumped at her, pinning her to the floor.
"Blitz-"
"Where do you think you are going?"
"Ugh… I… I need to go back home… Moxxie, he-"
"Didn't you hear me? " Blitzo painfully pulled her by the hair before shoving her face in the ground. And with just one hand, he ripped his suit off, exposing his lean but muscular chest. Breathing heavily into her ear, he hissed out the words, "I don't care even if that loser finds out about us. You are not leaving until I say so, got it bitch?"
She could have elbowed him in the stomach. She could have simply grabbed onto his arm and swung him across the room. Hell, she could have just kicked him in the nuts and run away. But instead Millie whimpered out like an obedient little puppy and allowed the maniac to slip it in once more.
What would have been the point, Millie later recalled. It was too late to play the victim. She dug out her grave months ago, both of them did. What was more, she couldn't bring herself to hate him for what he did, knowing fully well she loved every second of it. Blitzo might think he was the top dog, but his shivering hands that desperately tried to grope every single one of her curves and frantic grunts and moans spoke volumes of who was the actual head honcho of this charade. If she wasn't so busy experiencing orgasms, she might have even laughed at this pathetic attempt at displaying might.
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Moxxie walked in circles around the room. He reached for his phone one more time, checking if Millie had responded in any way. The freckled cheek imp had spammed his wife's messages with at least three unseen calls and was about to call her yet again, when he heard the door opening. Moxxie stumbled over his steps as he tried to go as fast as he could. But the surprise that was awaiting him was far from being a pleasant one.
Millie simply stood there as if she wondered whether to walk in or not. Her dark hair was messy and her makeup was ruined, as if someone had poured a bucket of water all over her face. As Moxxie came closer, he saw how her overalls were covered in wet stains
"What happened? Where have you been?"
Millie stared at him and smiled as if oblivious to the whole situation. "Oh… We, uh, were attacked byyy… some random goons and in the process, some of the pipes got busted and… Yeah. Got all soaked up like a hog in the mud." she giggled while playfully stroking her husband's palms.
Her words and manners of affection were like a cheap glue that was trying to hold Moxxie's trust from falling apart. Even their sex that Millie had secretly dubbed "her lil' compromise" was unable to distract her partner from his troubling thoughts. Not that she noticed as she immediately went to sleep shortly after faking an orgasm. And while she was happily snoring, Moxxie quietly stared into the ceiling, trying his best to not sob.