It's the hardest thing making sense of sin. To know ones fault, to accept what they did offended God and his virtues. The simplest of things, the hardest to truly comprehend.
Therein lies of course the rub.
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She found herself looking in the dirty mirrored glass, a hand tracing down her muzzle. Fingers gliding against the soft fur working slowly to the collar bone. Red eyes narrowed, breathing heavy fogging the surface. Her other hand snaking down slipping between the buttons of her shorts heat like a blast furnace met the deft fingers. She gasped as the digits slipped into waiting folds.
"Who's a good girl…"
She imagined the hot breath against the nap of her neck. Nails dug into her shoulder, like small pointed teeth . She shoved them deep eyes rolling back tongue lolled hips bucking at her self penetration. Hands went up her waist roughly grasping heaving breasts kneading them while still clothed.
"Tear them off? Now that'd be naughty wouldn't it?"
Yes, by Satan it would, how she just wanted the nails to turn her already revealing clothes to shreds. The heat was deep now so bad her legs shook, fingers all but drenched. She worked herself hard for a release. It was so close. Hands grabbed her rear drawing a throaty moan from her salivating maw.
"Take me."
She didn't care that begging was something beneath her. Didn't care about being shoved against the glass, shorts shoved down ass raised, hair grabbed by the fistful pulled so hard the sheer pain nearly brought her to orgasm.
She NEEDED this.
Another digit, almost the whole hand pounding herself in the mockery of what she truly craved. Just a little more, just a little-
"LOONEY BABY BREAKFAST!"
Loona flew across the room slamming into the door before Blitz made it through the threshold. The greater imp was half crushed in the doorframe, a painful squeak escaping suddenly compressed lungs.
"FUCKING HELL DAD KNOCK MUCH!?" She was thankful he couldn't see just how flushed her was or the healthy amount of fluid covering her hand. He muttered something, a shaking hand pointing to the floor. Her eyes flicked to a healthy platter of eggs bacon and assorted minced hellkite entrails now strewn across the floor. After a moment she pulled away from the door , Blitzo gasped holding his chest taking in sucking breaths. He quickly recovered, eyes gleaming, the imp pulled her into a crushing hug. Never ceased to amaze just strong he was lifting her clear from the floor
"Sowy looney baby." The imp said as she squirmed in his iron grip. Blitz glanced up a queer look in his eyes.
"Someone's put on some weight."
"God boundaries!" Loona growled as he finally dropped her to the floor. Unfazed, her adopted parent started picking up the strewn food off the floor. A part of her felt a twinge of regret at what had been wasted for her sake. Not that she'd openly tell him that, he was constantly in her business on the daily.
"I'll get some more made up! Don't you worryoklovebyyyyyyyeeee!" He called scurrying out of her room. Loona put her head against the door, eyes closed doing the damdest to calm down. Heat still burned in the tender core.
She'd been so close.
The hellhound pivoted back to the door facing the full length mirror on the other side of her bedroom. A frown formed as her hands went up and down her midriff, sure she'd been eating whatever she wanted or what Blitzo made on the daily. Hellhounds were renowned for high metabolism; her waist line only had been thinner prior to adoption. Now though…
She certainly looked a bit more filled out .
"Fatty huh? Look who's talking…"
Loonas face flushed, ears flattened against her skull. She shook her head, slapping her cheeks pushing away just how horny was. Blitzo was prone to barge in at any moment, lest she die of sheer embarrassment if he did ,best to actually leave her room.
And go to work.
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It was perhaps the strangest thing, at least since he'd been employed by their other eccentric boss. To actually be in the green for once, paid to the letter I's dotted t's crossed. Moxxie gazed proudly at the assortment of spreadsheets on the desktop. Murder was there business and as humans would say
"Business was good."
Not that there weren't things to be worried about. As it was, their building was in a sore state of affairs. More than a few clients had decided to level a wall or door, his desk. While repairing came easy Moxxie couldn't help but worry about the structural integrity of their office space. Not that the entire building was at risk but who knew that the ne-
"WHERE MY BITCHES AT!?" Blitzo kicked the office door, its hinges cracking. There was a soft bang under his desk Moxxie grit his teeth giving the greater imp a glare.
"Good morning, Sir." He says as the smug faced imp marched in. Loona followed, her eyes glued to her phone. The hellhound sniffed as she passed his desk pausing for a moment, her face turning a subtle shade of crimson. Blitzo jumped up on his desk which was just high enough so the taller imps feet cleared the floor.
"Someone's touchy today. Where's your better half?" he asked cranning his head around to the spot where the aforementioned female usually sat. Moxxies eyes flicked to Loona, the hellhound was propped up on the couch not looking his way.
"I'm just…tired, sir. Millie's running an errand she'll-" Moxxie shuddered suddenly, a cough escaping his throat.
"Yeah well when she gets back, need the two of you for a special assignment."
"For the least time we will not-"
"Work related, I can be serious geez. Get your mind out of the gutter Mox." said Blitzo sliding off the desk with a chuckle. The lesser imp scowled as their boss skipped to his office. Collectively a full thirty seconds passed before he let the breath he'd been holding ,out.
And his composure along with it.
Loona watched, phone discarded as the imp became a gasping mess. His claws dug into the desk , he hunched over struggling for breath.
"Millie…." He moaned his hands finding their way beneath the desk. Loona sniffed the fire in her core flaring at the tell tale musk of sex wafted from the imp. She found herself moving Moxxies eyes found hers as the hell hound padded to the corner of his desk. He muttered something between gasps, his eyes bulged for a moment rolling back into his skull, a euphoric grin plastered on his lips. Loona nimbly went to her knees crawling carefully behind the desk. It was surprisingly spacious given the imps size it was to be expected. Though she'd never expected it to have enough room for another grown imp to hide beneath it with room to spare.
Millie meets her heated gaze evenly deepthroating Moxxies shaft. She moves slowly tounge swirling the twitching cock, leaving a healthy amount of saliva on its surface. Loona swallows , face burning red with heat. As the other female ,with pain stacking slowness, pulls the twitching cock out of her mouth . Millie pats the floor beside herself licking the tip as pre cum starts to dribble out. Loona found herself shaking as she put herself beside Millie. The imp cupped her cheek pulling Loona into a kiss, she tasted the salty sweetness of cum in the other woman's mouth. A shaking moan escaped her as sharp nails dug into her breast.
Millie broke away first, turning the younger woman's attention to the still twitching cock. Loona licks her lips nervously, hands gently grabbing it, Moxxie bucked his hips at her touch. Holding him like this was so…. strange. She'd had him inside her of course but never actually been this close to his tool before.
"Go on…" whispered Millie, her words hot against the hounds folded ears. That was all the encouragement she needed.
It was a foreign feeling as the shaft moved deeper into her mouth. A source of heat alive in her just as intimate as her currently soaked lower body. Her tongue swirled around him earning awarding moans from Moxxie. Mirroring what she saw Millie doing, Loona pumped up and down his length, her much larger mouth taking more of him than his wife could. It was exhilarating having so much control, to bring such pleasure to hear him moan her name.
"You like that don't you." Millie again whispered in her ear both hands roughly enveloping her breasts. Loona groaned, working her mouth roughly against Moxxie who was currently losing feeling in his legs.
"Dirty girl." The imp nibbles at her neck with one hand still on her breast the other snakes down her waist. Her hand glides across the subtle curve of hell hounds stomach. There's a pause in Millie's minstractions as her hand moves around the firm surface. Loona didn't see the look of realization flash across Millie's face, nor the feral grin. Both hands suddenly are at the button of her shorts, not a second later Millie's nimble digits plunge into her core. Loona's eyes bulge rocking forward, Moxxi's piece touched the back of her throat.
"Yo Mox!" Blitzo kicks open his office door, thankfully his eyes are closed long enough for the lesser imp to stitch his sanity together and put on a mask of composure. Loona is frozen solid, the urge to bolt from sheer embarrassment flooding her senses. Millie is the only thing holding her in place, fingers still working the girl's folds.
"Y-yes ,sir?" Moxxie choked out slicking back his slightly disheveled hair. The greater imp started to speak but paused eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Where's Loona?" He asked, eyes flicking around the room. Moxxie laced his fingers together with a slight tremor in his fingertips.
"I think she-" He started sitting upright.
Millie sank her teeth into Loonas neck and the hellhound clamped down on Moxxies cock . He smiled with all his teeth gritting them to stifle a moan from escaping. It was enough to send him over the edge cum pulsed out filling Loonas throat. The hellhound all but crushed Millie's hand orgasming so hard she saw stars burst.
"-went to the restroom." He squeaked out sweating bullets. Blitzo stared at him hard eyes so narrow they might as well be closed. He shrugged suddenly, completely convinced of the horribly blatant lie.
"Fair enough, when Millie gets back I need her, Looney and you. Think this special assignment might acquire all hands on deck." He stated puffing out his chest spinning on a heel and strutting back inside his office. Moxxie nodded nervously even as the door slammed shut he waited for several moments before collapsing into his chair. He looked down seeing both women were in the midst of heated make out Loona was flat on her back spurts of his cum on her muzzle. Millie had her pinned straddling her waist one hand on the other woman's face the other mercilessly pounding the youngers pussy. He'd never seen her so lost in lust before. Moxxie cleared his throat garning both their attention he'd have balted any other day at the looks of unbridled lust in their eyes. He waved, adjusting his cock to fit back into his pants.
"We are never doing that again."
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Millie pondered the reflection.
It showed her figure, a sizable bust, a narrow waist and reasonably accented hips. Often she'd been called a pinup or in the rare instance a Milf. She didn't really think about how she looked, not until Mox. Not until he saw beyond the blood staining her knuckles. Alot of things changed after him, how she dress how she talked.
Millie pondered the reflection.
Her hands rubbed her waist, she took in a deep breath as the bathroom door opened. Loona stopped short as Millie turned to meet her.
"Oh sorry-" she made to close the door only for Millie to grab her wrist. The hellhound was pulled back, forced against the door as it closed.
"We need to talk." Millie growled glaring up to the taller woman. Loona crossed her arms meeting her glare shifting from foot to foot.
"Look if it's about earl-"
"It's not."
Loona blinked somewhat surprised.
"Then what-"
"You're pregnant."
It's a statement, with utter certainty. Loona's mouth opens and closes, unable to form a response. Millie took a step forward, a hand extending to touch the center of Loona's exposed stomach. It's not sensual, curiosity more than anything. Loona smacks her hand scurrying away from the Imp. She is undeterred even at the hellhound growls baring teeth. Loona's back to the wall on the other side of the bathroom now Millie is looking up to here eyes half lidded.
"I'm not." Loona said with shaking breath, as the smaller imp approaches hand once again extended. Her finger tips touch the quivering surface Loona lets out a soft canine whine as Millie traces the subtle curve of her belly.
"I lost one already." She says eyes closing, Loona blinks in suprise jaw dropping.
"You mean-"
I didn't know until it was too late. I never told Mox. I didn't want to upset him."
Millie rests her head against Loona, there's a sudden wetness on her fur that shocks the hellhound. Loona doesn't know what to do, a flurry of emotions flow through her mind. She settles on putting a gentle hand on the imps head. Slowly she strokes the black spikey hair Millie sniffles fully embracing her.
"How do you know now that I'm….?" Whispered Loona, Millie let out a strained laugh rubbing the underside of her eye. A few silent moments pass before Loona connects the dots.
"You mean your-"
"Just a bit longer. If not then the same as you."
"But-how-when?"
The answers are obvious, though she couldn't bare to admit it. What happened today was but a single drop in a lake of events. Sometimes in the office, other times in the imps home, or the work vehicle.
They never asked her to join.
She just…always walked in and….
Always she told herself it'd be the last. Or at least that she'd get over the feelings of…attraction to the couple. But it felt so good like a void being filled in her soul. Always coming back, never wanting just mutuality.
"Fuck." Scoffed Loona tilting her head back against the wall.
"That's usually how it works, yes." replied Millie with a bubbling giggle. The hellhound couldn't help but do the same.
A long silence followed.
Now what?
A question, that's what was hanging in the air now.
Loona is painfully aware of the imps' proximity, not only for a rare moment of emotions. But for simple practical reasons.
Millie loves Moxxie.
She wanted to bear his children.
All his children.
Wraith is her nature after all. And hell hath no fury as the saying goes.
"I don't think I'm ready to be a…mom." Loona said carefully, Millie's grip tightened around her waistline at the words. The imp again looked up a subtle tilt to her horned head.
Of course it was her choice, there was no denying that aspect of this situation. The threat was very much real however, decorum was the only thing keeping Millie in check right now.
Choose your next words like life depended on it.
"Not alone…at least." Loona's face flushed, unable to maintain eye contact with Millie. The imp smiled warmly reaching up and cupping her soft cheek.
"Good girl…" Millie purred, earning a throaty groan from Loona, her tail thumping against the wall.
Blitzo was going to flip his shit when he heard the news.
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So…this was where I was going to take the story. I only stopped as stated in the chapter "Nature, nurture hell and home" because of what I saw in the episode at that time. Likely would have been a bit controversial given certain implications but what good story isn't?
I think it fitting that I release it today of all days not to get hopes up but okay maybe a little, I'm aloud a bit of fun after all. I hope you all had a good Easter or whatever it is you celebrate really just hope you had a good weekend honestly. Let me know what you think of think, but please be gentle lol
And as always….
If you but follow me, I shall release you from the burden of free will.
Sincerely yours, Olyolyoxenfree.