Moxxie worked tirelessly around the clock to make sure the castle was as spotless as the day it was first constructed.

He was known among the other servants for being a stickler when it came to procedure, and keeping things orderly and neat. Not many of the other imps complained. Since it meant they weren’t the focus of HER rage when she was in a foul mood. They would work of course, but when it came to a majority of everything, Moxxie was in charge.

Within the first few months since he started working in the castle, the unique imp had made quite the name for himself.

While Stolas barely bothered to remember any of his servants' names, he picked up on Moxxie’s fairly fast, even calling for him in particular. The same could be said for lady Octavia on the very rare times she actually called for any imp workers. 

But the most curious of them all was always Stella.

The queen of the household.

With all imps, she’s ruthless, impatient, short-tempered, and abusive. To say nothing of the unreasonable standards that she demanded of them. She threw them around, threw them out windows, beat them, screamed at them so loud that some of them ended up needing hearing aids afterwards, and in the most extreme cases, outright murdered them in fits of rage. Which was unfortunately not uncommon.

“Just get new ones!” Stella would shout whenever the concern was raised that the castle's staff might dwindle because of her actions. The quick-tempered, snobby, demon princess considered imps so lowly that they didn't even register as people to her. They were just things to be used. A common commodity that's as expendable as they are replaceable. 

The most unfortunate part is that she wasn't wrong on that last part. Imps are very common, and the staff was very easy to restock. So she could abuse the servants as her mood and temperament dictated without a care in the world.

However, things changed once Moxxie came along. To the surprise of the castle staff, things improved when he joined them. He was very different from other imps. Articulate, polite, well-mannered, and cultured. It was as if he was born to serve Hell’s elite. 

Not only did he meet Stella’s outlandish standards, he excelled at them. Did he have experience? Education? Or was he just that much of a natural fit for this job? It was even more bewildering with the knowledge that he was an imp native to the wrath ring. A land normally home to filthy, violent brutes.

Moxxie quickly became the most dependable, top servant of the castle, and with him organizing the other servants, everything went much more smoothly. Stella’s abuse would never fully end of course, but it was less frequent and somewhat less severe. There were still plenty of injuries, but at least there was much less senseless death.

But even then, whenever she called for “THAT imp” as she had grown to call him, most of the imp servants wondered if Moxxie would come back alive, or if Stella would come back out with blood across her dress and hands. 

They would hold their breaths, and let them out whenever the meek yet hardworking demon came back. They dared not ask what Stella had called him in for, as he always looked so roughed up and tired. Not even the horrors inflicted by the most evil sinners in Hell could ever compare to her…

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Stella was on her large, cushy, and luxurious bed. Watching Hell’s night sky through the window as her favorite music played in the background. It was a subtle, soothing classical track from one of her favorite artists. Setting a sensual, romantic atmosphere. Her body was entirely nude, and gracefully laid out in all its curvaceous, sexy glory as another, smaller figure worshiped its every inch. The figure being the timid yet hard working Moxxie. She turned her attention to him. Her sharp eyes watched the imp like a hawk as he marveled at her perfect body. Gently touching her long, slender legs, caressing them with his hands and cheek, nuzzling against them like a kitten from Earth to its master. He didn’t speak, too enthralled with her statuesque form to say anything unless she ordered him to.

She smiled as she watched him stick his long, serpentine tongue out. It was mere inches from her inner thighs. Just out of reach. Like a hellhound at the end of their chain. just short of reaching the water bowl. She moved her leg just a little bit away, chuckling as his face showed a slight twinge of disappointment that he tried and failed to hide.

His eyes glowed in the dark room, showing every emotion like an open book.

A lowly imp…

His soft face.

His slim yet fit body. 

His manners.

His…

Stella’s sight traveled down to the magnificence between his legs. Never in a million years would she have expected a mere, lowly imp to completely outclass everyone in size down there. It wasn’t until she saw it, and experienced its pleasures for the first time, that she realized how lacking the males of the higher class actually were. Stolas’ own tool didn’t even compare. A smirk spread across her face as she observed how erect he had become from just touching her body. Just imagining him from nights before or when she needed a quick protein snack, so tired and silent unless ordered…

        “Eat.” She demanded. Her voice pierced the silence, save for the music behind them.

        “Yes…” Moxxie said as he dared to look up at her, and see her intense, glowing eyes looking back at him, piercing him with their gaze. “My majesty.”

Stella was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh, but this was the first lover she ever had that knew how to truly pleasure her. Make her feel like a proper woman. The skill with how he played with her, and tasted her. His tongue worked her insides in ways she had never felt before. Not with any toys, not with her own hands, and certainly not with Stolas. Just moments after he started, Stella was already cumming along his tongue, filling his mouth with her flavors. She grabbed his horns and aggressively pushed herself into his mouth, humping his face. Moxxie mumbled and grunted but didn’t stop her in any way as she fucked his face with her royal slit. She saw fit to show her dominance and moved to a sitting position, riding his red face, looking down at him the whole time. She rocked her hips back and forth, swirling them as his tongue kept up the hard work.

Stella loved everything Moxxie gave her.

The moment she laid eyes on him, she didn’t know what strange feeling overtook her heart.

All she could really understand was she wanted him.

And nothing would be denied to her. 

“Enough!” After multiple climaxes, she pulled herself off of Moxxie’s mouth, his tongue immediately pulling out at her demand. “Speak.”

“My majesty… I want nothing more than to please you, and for us to feel good together. Let my body taste the blessings that yours has to offer. Allow me to say your name… Please” 

His face was a mess of sweat. His hair a shaggy mess from her rough face fucking. His tired tongue hung out of his mouth. It all gave him a silly, yet charming look.

Stella moved herself over to his pelvis as he laid down under her. She positioned his fat, red cock to her soaking, eager slit. She needed this more than anything. She WANTS him more than anything!

“More. Tell me more!” She demands. Her face took on the wicked expression of a demoness possessed of desire. Her usual royal mask was thrown away in the moment to resemble more like a predator that was now upon her prey. About to start devouring.

Here, Moxxie put aside his manners and said exactly what was on his mind.

“I want to fuck you more than anything. I want to feel every last inch of you and claim you. I want my imp seed to make sweet love to your unholy womb!” He exclaimed breathlessly. 

She felt his shaft flex. The tip swiped between her lower lips, as if threatening to break into her.

Suddenly, and without warning, the princess brought herself down to the base of his shaft. Her eyes widened as she felt her insides being defiled by the girth of some lower class demon. The beat of his cock, the way he stretched her to the limits. The woman inside her could never feel this satisfied unless it was him. The red, throbbing meat made itself at home in her womb, eagerly pushing past her cervix and kissing the deepest parts of her body. Overwhelmed, but still in control, Stella gathered herself and got in rhythm of bouncing on his lap.

Stella’s feathers covered the bed, hands pressed down by each side of Moxxie’s head as she tried her best not to cum yet. Even after the prior climaxes, she could not help herself. Her body simply wasn't used to being in so much ecstasy. She never thought any demon could make her feel this good.

But this wasn't any demon.

This is HER demon.

Her Imp.

Her Moxxie.

        “M-Moxxie…” She yelped. 

Stella let her weak voice out. She dared not go louder unless she wanted the whole house to know what she was doing. Her head felt floaty, her mind drifted off on waves of pleasure as she quietly called out his name. She had an unusually innocent expression as she lowered down, trying her best to level her face with that of the smaller demon. He reached out and gently caressed her cheek, and whispered the one word she allowed him to say only ONCE when they were together like this.

        “My Stella…”

As if on command, she could feel him throbbing. 

Thoughts cloudy, she forced herself to keep her eyes open, looking down to his bright yellow eyes as he gave her what she hungered for. His hot, fertile seed erupted inside her. It flooded her womb, completing the long awaited kiss of her insides. Stella gently squealed, trying her best to stop herself from screaming his name. She gladly would have, but with how loud the princess can scream, there was a very good risk someone could hear her, and possibly discover the pair’s secret.

Moxxie certainly didn’t disappoint as she felt the potent seed fill and heat up the inside of her body, as if sending the very flames of hell into her spoiled womb. She greedily drank up every single last drop he gave her, daring not to let any spill out. Moxxie and Stella both watched as her royal body swelled from the excessive cum. Her normally flat belly expanded like a water balloon. Her greedy womb refused to let any of her lover’s seed go to waste. She wanted it all, and by Lucifer's name, she was gonna keep it all.

Stella leaned back, holding her newly formed belly and looking down at Moxxie. The satisfied woman put back her haughty expression as she rolled her hips along his big cock still inside her. She runs a hand over her belly, smiling at the tired Imp.

        “Such a potent imp, My Moxxie…”

The avian demoness could feel his baby batter working its way inside her. Her royal womb easily invites his damned seed to sully her body. A challenge she wants to lose if it means bearing a child from him. Just the mere idea made her feel pleasant in ways that could only be described as satisfied. 

Moxxie looked up to his majesty with a smile that contrasted his usual professionalism. He dared to place a hand on top of the Stella’s on her belly. She looked bemused at the act and smiled. An uncharacteristically warm smile that no one else would ever see.

        “Look at how you’ve shamelessly defiled me. Imagine your seed ruining me… Taking root and sullying my pure bloodline with an imp child. This thick… Sickening… Low class sperm… You had better hope it takes root soon.” She stated in her usual demanding tone that also carried her excitement at the prospect.

        “I’ll do my best to “defile” you again… and again.. And again…” Moxie promised.

Stella hungrily licked her beak. She could already feel her loins stirring again as the imp pressed all the right buttons like he always does. 

        “See that you do.”