Stella and Owlanon part 3

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #722, #723
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Alright, Part three of Stella grooming Owlnon. And holy dang did this story keep growing. I'll be off before I continue the tale, but know that I got more planned.

part 1: h ttps://pastebin.com/irf4Y6gY
part 2: h ttps://pastebin.com/NPuAxhZj

>It was a little over a month since Stella and Owlnon had had their tea.
>The detectives's work had begun to show results and Stella now had a list of demons who would love nothing more than to get another go at the imps.
>Even some Heavenborn were on the list! What kind of work had those plebeians been doing?
>Now the difficult task was to organize and 'sponser' their shared hatred without leaving any trace back to herself.
>As much as they all hated the imps, they had shown themselves capable at dealing with confrontations and sudden death-situations.
>No, if they were to be successful at taking down I.M.P, then proper planning and preparing was in order.
>It would take time before everything was ready.

>On the home front, Stella had subtly tried to influence Owlnon.
>A pat on the back here, a hug there, disgreetly spraying her perfume in room wheres Owlnon would frequent to relax so that he would make the right 'associations'.
>It had been more work than she had thought, but she was hopeful, as Owlnon had opened up toward her a little more. Most ikely because he saw her as needing the attention, which was what she wanted.
>On another note she had started to pull some strings to secure Owlnon a position somewhere. Just because she had revenge on her mind didn't mean that He and Octavia shouldn't be secured some good positions.
>It also helped to paint her as the caring caretaker that tried to look after the family despite her personal 'dishonour' from Stolas' Escapades.
>By going through the Dutchess's brother's father-in-law's business-partner, she had secured Owlnon a legal and administrative position at the 'Court of the Devil's Advocates', who worked with the higher echelons of society.
>If nothing else, the family name was prevented further damage... At least for now.
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>She straighten her composure as she regains a little confidence.
"But I see my dear, that you are growing up faster than what I had expected. As such, I may have to get started earlier than expected."
>Owlanon looks at her blankly. "What?"
>Stella continued. "It is an old tradition to prepare the prodigy for adulthood by teaching them what they need to know in the manner of intimacy."
>Owlnon's eyes widened. "O- no, No, that's quite allright, I, I mean - I know enough, I can enure you."
>Stella steps forward, putting on her dignified mannerism. "Pish-posh, magazines and websites from the Ring of Lust is no subtitue. And as gentry, and a Goetia, there will be expectations that you cannot learn on your own."
>"Mom! Come'on, that's wierd and embarrasing!"
>"Stella looked down at his pre-occupied hand. "Clearly not enough to either discourage you, nor make you cover yourself."
>Owlnon looks down at his still-hard erection, then quicky throws a pillow over it. His face is as red as his eyes as he desperately tries to avoid eye-contact.

>Stella sits on the edge of his bed. "No need to be ashamed honey, this will be between just us. What I'm doing is nothing wierd, it is common practice when initiating adulthood in the family."
>That last part of a lie, but she had not had enough time to make a better one.
>Owlnon did not look at her. "So you're saying that you and you father... and that father and Octavia..."
>Stella did not even dare to give it a thought for fear of breaking charade.
>"No, I should have been more specific, then. It is a way of initiating adult MALES. Like most ancient traditions, it is from a more patriarchal time. Now, it is mainly used for the heir-apparent of the family."
>He dared a side-glance. "When how-come I haven't heard of it?"
>Stella kept her features teady as she cussed i her mind. The kid had always been inquisitive on new subects.
>"That is because that... it is... not something to be shared."
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>Before he could ask her further, she elaborated as the lie developed in her mind.
>"It is part of the lesson to teach about the corner-stone of all relationships: Trust."
>"A true relationship is build on trust. It allows you to open up for one another and to bare your soul to them, because you trust them to keep a secret."
>Owlnon squirms. "Sounds more like deceit? Keeping secrets I mean."
>Stella frowns. "Deceit is reserved for the untrustworthy. Trust and love is..." She thought for a moment. "It is for the lovers only."
>She continued, "You would not tell a secret that someone confined in you, would you? That would be dishonest and untrustworthy. Likewise, you shouldn't tell others about the tender moments you have with your special someone. It's it for the two of you and no-one else."
>"Besides," She adds, "The only ones who loudly proclaim their s*xual conquests are braggarts that seek to impress and gain recognition, seeing their partners only as objects or prizes. Or, it's wh*res who want to advertise their services and skill, seeing only their partners money."
>She leans over and places a hand on his shoulder. "That is why we will keep it between us. It's noble not to kiss and tell, as it is a tender moment between two who are open toward each other."
>They sat there in silent. She could not even guess what wen through his head, so she decided to keep the initiative.
>"I can see that you are uncertain, honey. Know that I am not forcing you to do anything. It may be tradition, but if you tell me to leave, then I will. And like I said, this will remain between us."
>The silence continued as she sat with bathed breath, awaiting his decision.
>"No," he answers.
>Her heart sinks.
>He slowly removes the pillow. "No, I... I think we should... continue. To get this out of the way, if nothing else."
>She could barely hide her smile. "Of course."
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>She moved up onto the bed and indicated for him to lean his back against her chest. He does so and lays her arms around him.
>Her finger run slow circles on his chest before one hand slowly runs a hand down his stomach, coming to rest just short of the prize.
>"Remember honey, I'm not forcing you. If you want me to stop, then tell me and I will. But I do hope that you will share with me this moment."
>Owlnon does not say anything for a while as he thinks her words over. This situation is strange to him and he is not certain as to what would be the best cause of action.
>In the end however, his hormones, her comforting words and the smell of her perfume (which he had noticed a lot lately) wins him over. He gives her a nod.
>Stella smiles but says nothing as her hand continue down to its prey. A small gasp escapes Owlnon, followed by a low moan as her fingers explore him, his length and girth.
>The exploration turned to squeezing and gentle strokes as she slowly worked him, keeping an eye for desirable feedback as she whispered encouraging words to him.
>Slow strokes eventually grow more confident, temporarily increasing in speed before slowing down again in response to how the receiver reacted under her touch.
>Time slowed down as Owlnon leans against her chest, hands clawing at her thigh and the sheet as he was completely at the mercy of her will. If he noticed her getting worked up as well, then he didn't make an indication.
>She could feel herself get exited, but kept herself calm. She had a man to mold.
>After some time his body grow tense and his breath quicken as he rapidly reached his limit.

>She felt it throb in her hand as he released in pulses upon the silk sheet.
>Part of her was very surprised by the volume, while another part in her mind was annoyed that a good silken sheet got ruined.
>The third, dominating part however continued to coo to the quivering male in her tight embrace as she gently caressed his spent manhood.
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>"Good boy~ Let it aaaall out. Enjoy the feeling of my hands. Isn't it nice to be cared for by one you trust?"
>Owlnon is short of breath. "Y-yes, that... Was something... Never experienced before..."
>She runs her unoccupied hand across his chest. "I'm glad to hear that. Now, lean against me and catch your breath. Rest and let me take care of you still."
>He does as instructed and relaxes, still panting and quivering in afterglow.
>They sit for a moment before in the afterglow before a muffled moan from the room above interrupts them.
>From the master bedroom they both hear a "Oh Blitzooooo~!".
>Stella instinctively tenses up in anger, only to be brought back to reality by Owlnon's painful yelp as she unintentionally squeezes him too hard.
>"I'm sorry Honey!" She exclaims. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I..."
>She holds her breath, then sighs. "Sorry. Like I said, a tender moment between two equals should remain between the two. But as your can hear, your father is of another opinion."
>Owlnon winches with both hands holding his wounded pride. "It's okay. Just... I'm just gonna lay down." He flops over into a fetal position.
>Stella looks up at the ceiling, dismay evident on her face. Then a thought hit her.
>"Have you always been able to hear what goes on in our bedroom?"
>"Maybe?" Owlnon answers, muffled sightly from the sheet he's speaking into. "I usually don't hear anything, it have only gotten loud like this since... recently?"
>"Not surprising I will admit. Your father rarely tried anything with me."
>That was a lie. Truth was, there was plenty of times, especially at the beginning of their marriage, when Stolas wanted to get frisky, but she had given him the cold shoulder more times than not. Now, it was usually her initiating it, and she did not have the same s*xual appetite as Stolas.
>Still, if she could use this to drive Owlnon further toward her and away from Stolas, then she would use the opportunity as it was being presented.
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>"I thought you said that lovers didn't tell about their s*x lives?" Owlnon inquired his position, hinting at Stella leaking seemingly intimate information.
>She froze for a moment, then a sly grin started to form, hidden from Owlnon's view.
>"And that remain true. But it seems that I never really was your father's special someone." She said, with every intention of letting the silence between them be filled with the muffled moans above them.

>After making sure that Owlnon was okay, Stella left his room. As she walked down the hallway, too calm for some of the servant's liking, she picked a heavy vase from one of the dressers (a wedding gift she absent-mindlessly noted to herself) and with continued on toward the master bedroom.
>The rest of the events vent as was standard by this point; Stella would storm in on her husband and the imp, Blitzo would flee out a window, a fight would ensue, this time with no Owlnon to intervene (whether by choice or because he was still curling in pain was unclear) and she would spent the rest of the evening fuming.
>It was as she was sulking at the table in the library, hands folded against her chin, that she noticed the faint lingering musk of Owlnon. She smiled to herself as she recalled the events prior.
>If nothing else, she would eventually have a new man in her life.


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It will be a while before the next one gets written, like I said. Hope you enjoyed the ride so far.
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Pastebro had already saved it.


On a different note, this is a very lovely piece. I don't really like the subject matter (I REALLY don't like intrigue), but this is very well written.
I'll probably continue the Re-Introduction of the Anons in the next thread, once I'm done with my work.
And once again, thank you for the story!
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That's fair, I've never written intrigue before, so this is a new area for me. (I have played Crusader Kings through).
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Prompt of stellas plans falling apart
>Owlanon walks into his fathers room
"Fa...dad."
>Stolas looks up from his jewel collection
>"Yes Owlanon?"
>Owlanon nervously puffs up
"I-i uh...last night...mom..."
>A minute later
>Cut to outside the family estate
>"She WHAT?!"
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>Stolas goes Big Chris on Stella.
h ttps://youtu.be/SQcI2GqBFD0