anon x Blitzo

from /hhg/ Helluva Hotel general #650
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>Be anon, fresh in hell
>Catch wind of an organization that takes care of unfinished business on the surface
>You're a cute enough demon that selling your body is viable as a means of raking in souls to hire these guys
>So petty and eager for revenge that you forgo search of proper residence and squat inside Imp City itself
>Blitzo's eyes light up on the day you present him with a list of people you want dead for the hell of it
>You were having second thoughts about all this on the way in, realizing how silly all of this has been, but Blitzo's kinda handsome
>Definitely dorky, but it's kind of endearing
>You're the only business they have today, so he and his accomplices roll out
>By the end of the day, an exhausted Blitzo is sharing photos of all two dozen-ish people you hired them to kill, evidence that the dirty deeds have been done
>Pay him his hard-earned souls
>Your new looks and freshly-sated schadenfreude boost your confidence, and you ask Blitzo if he'd be interested in a tip
>"Well, of course ya can tip me, anon! I'd certainly appreciate it with how kuttke action we see," he replies
>No, you explain, you want to tip him with your body
>He glances aside, briefly contemplating your offer, eventually supposing that lays that aren't Stolas are few and far between
>He agrees with a sigh, saying he'll be over your den once the shift is properly over
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>You've been squatting in the apartment of some imp that nobody's heard from in forever, which is something that apparently happens fairly routinely
>Spend the next hour or so tidying up the place, until you hear a knock at the door
>You greet an unenthused Blitzo at the door, inviting him inside
>He meanders to the couch, kicking off his boots and gives the place a once-over
>You explain your situation, which puts a smirk on his face
>"So you're technically homeless, is what you're saying? That's, hehe, pretty sad..."
>You brush it off; you know he didn't come all this way just to belittle you
>Drawing closer, you tease him with a front-row seat of your rear and offer your hand to him
>You can tell he's still tired as hell
>drag him to his feet and remind him that tonight is all for him, so anything goes
>"Anything, huh? Y'know if there're any cuffs layin' around this place?"
>As a matter of fact, there are, and you ask him to sit on the bed while you retrieve them from your bedside table
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>You toss him the cuffs, but he's too busy slipping out of his pants to notice
>Thankfully, you're a terrible aim and they land atop his tail, making it twitch
>Once his legs are bare and he begins working on his top, you drop to your knees and bury your face between his thighs
>After one of the busiest days he's had in a while, he's on the muskier side of things
>It's not an unpleasant smell, nor is it too strong; all it does is serve to entice you further
>You curl your lips around Blitzo's nuts and offer it a lengthy, passionate kiss while taking a deep whiff of his scent
>Your mouth slowly works its way up the length of his swelling dick, and he's huffing with delight all the while
>Once your thirsty maw reaches the tip, your tongue takes its first taste as it traces his glans with obvious enthusiasm
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>You push your head forward, engulfing Blitzo's quivering cock until it tickles the back of your throat
>The imp grabs hold of your horns for support as you find a rhythm at which to suck his dick
>"You must've sucked a lot of dick while you were alive, eh sweet cheeks?"
>It's a distinct possibility
>You spit-shine his shaft for several moments more, until you hear the jingling of the cuffs
>Blitzo pushes your head back and stares down at you with a grin, spinning the cuffs around one of his sharp-tipped fingers
>"Anon, why don't you crawl up into bed with me and we can get you hitched up and ready to fuck?"
>With a snicker, you do as he suggests, rising to your feet and hopping onto the sheets beside him
>Laying on your back, you lift your arms over your head, scooting back until your wrists make contact with the head of your bed
>Is this what you had in mind, Blitzo?
>"It'll work. That's all that matters," he explains as he locks the cuffs around your wrists, binding you to your bed
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Ah, hell with it. I suppose I'm close anyway. Just needed a break I guess.
>Blitzo stares you straight in the eyes with a toothy smile as he lines his veiny cock up between your cheeks
>He pushes himself inside your taut but experienced asshole with an audibly excited grunt, his force only intensifying once he's got his first taste of how snug you are
>His hips yank back, and he plunges himself inside you again without a hint of concern for your comfort
>Blitzo's dick isn't the biggest you've taken since your arrival in hell, but he's no doubt impressive, as your mouth learned just moments earlier
>They always feel bigger once they're fucking you up the ass, however
>"Uunnnnh, fuck yeah! Take it, bitch...! Take me to the hilt!"
>Gritting your teeth, you groan and squirm ecstatically as Blitzo rails you over and over again with his fat imp dick
>Your puckered ring tightens harder around his shaft the more roughly he fucks you
>Together, your moans sing a lewd duet backed by the rhythmic smacking of his balls slapping against your ass and over again
>Without a hint that it's coming, the imp bucks his hips inside you one last time, filling you with the now-familiar sensation of spunk erupting in the depths of your anus
>Draining the last of his energy as he drains his balls within your rear, Blitzo falls forward and collapses atop you with a huff
>"Y'know, Anon... Maybe I could get used to swingin' by here after all... My other usual fling doesn't like the cuffs," Blitzo coos in the afterglow, wrapping his arms around your naked and ensnared figure
>As he settles in, however, his eyes shoot open
>"You know where the keys to those cuffs are, too, right?"
>Shit.