can you be my pretty boy?

Contrary to what your husband might imply with his perpetually kicked puppy expression, most with common sense would consider you quite patient. As your girlfriends had discussed at length, they wouldn’t have been nearly as gracious as you upon hearing of his affair. (Of course, this was a lie. Most if not all had been cheated and humiliated- such is the burden of Goetian women- only to brush the subject aside, especially in polite company.) A privilege you’d been denied. The fact you hadn’t marched to court and fleeced Stolas for all that miserable prick was worth ought to be testament to your gracefulness.

But even you could only tolerate so much disrespect.

The boiling point was breached when the apparently incompetent imp servant switched your mail, placing a package on the table as you partook in a late breakfast. An idiotic mistake, one you’ll have to discipline the imp for later, but neither your husband or daughter received gifts often so it wasn’t too unreasonable of an assumption on your part. The box was an obsidian black, about half the length of your forearm and unlabeled. When you neatly sliced the tape with a talon and set the top aside, it made way for few layers of pink tissue paper. Underneath those layers were what felt like a distinctly oblong shaped object that drew your hands to a pause. No, it couldn’t-

Before you could bring the object out for proper inspection Stolas entered the palace only to immediately still in place. He looked ridiculous, in dirt caked overalls and wearing a foppish sun hat with his smaller eyes peaking through the top, matching the primary pair in their widened, shocked state.

“Stella,” he breathed, and something about the sound was enough to ignite the dormant kernel of rage that rested within your bosom at all times. You were raised by a mother and father, you’d witnessed conflicts with friends and their spouses, and knew how to the script was meant to be preformed. But of course, Stolas couldn’t even express rage at the invasion of privacy. He had the audacity to bring that fucking filth into your home and couldn’t even stand behind that decision with spine and all you wanted in that moment was to break him for it.

“Did you get this for that little stray of yours?” You spat out. Stolas flinched but didn’t answer, and you stepped forward. The box crumpled slightly in your grasp. “It wasn’t enough that you and that thing crashed our perfectly lovely ‘not divorced’ party, now you’re not even going to pretend to be ashamed? What if our daughter saw this? What if I’d opened this in front of company?”

He mumbled mullishly, “but you didn’t do either of those things,” which only drove you to grab the front of his stupid overalls, and drag him along as you marched to the bedroom. His, knowing you’d regret soiling your own. Stolas had the power to shove you away, to stand his ground, but he only bowed his head and shuffled along. You only relinquished your grip to throw him on the bed. There was something admittedly appealing about the sight of Stolas scooting backward and letting his legs fall to the sides, every movement seeming to be second nature.

You were swift and professional in undressing, and took a moment to properly inspect the filthy toy he’d ordered. It was double ended, so you fixed one end to your (shamefully slicked) cunt. Working your jaw, you took care not to give make any sound, but between the feeling of being stretched and the sight of a cock protruding out like it was your own flesh, you were clenching in anticipation. As was your husband, you discovered upon crawling between his legs and tearing at the crotch area of his overalls. He didn’t wear anything underneath so you were immediately rewarded with the sight of his pussy, slit glistening from between puffy folds. Running a finger along the flesh had him squirming and hissing in response. The smell of something rich and earthy permeated the room when his sex was unveiled, like a call beckoning to fill that tight, leaking hole.

He tried to protest once again, a weak, “Stella,” that trailed into silence. His eyes went glassy, a bit like when the two of you had to try for a baby. (Rubbing dry cloacas while Stolas stared at a fixed point beyond you, as if to make it so very clear how undesirable he found you to be.) This time though, white pupils flared into existence as you pushed in with no warning. He gasped, and his hips arched.

The only way to get a reaction from the man, you discovered, was to fuck him. His gasps and whines punctuated the sound of skin slapping against skin. At some point you dug your talons into the meat of his thigh (soft skin giving way and leaving gouges, the new wound emanating a coppery smell that mingled with the scent of arousal) which made him squeal, and had the entirety of your body seizing in surprise and arousal all at once. You gasped and doubled over as white heat washed over everything, a dizzying sensation that must’ve been a climax.

Stolas’ thighs tensed and his breathing sped up. You were quick to recover and thrust in tune, barreling towards an orgasm that you really ought to deny him but you had to see it. You had to witness what happened when Stolas was brought to his very peak.

It wasn’t long before white liquid spurted, painting your cock as his pussy squeezed, the sight visceral enough for you to almost feel it yourself, like a phantom limb. Stolas made an implacable sound as he came, something drawn out and ugly that eventually took the shape of a word towards the end-

“Don’t.”

You were going to say something smart, but any possible response fled from the mind when something hard punched you square in the chest. You flopped forward on top of Stolas, only to be pushed bodily to the floor. Unconsciousness was racing forward at a breakneck speed but you could pick up an exchange before it took over.

(“Darling you do know that isn’t enough to kill her.”

“Well sor-ry for not thinking I’d have to bring a holy weapon to pick up shit I left behind here, silly me. You’re welcome, by the way, for getting that bitch off of you.”)

Darkness took over before you could fend off that horrid little creature, but you took enough solace in knowing that you stretched out and ruined his lover to drift off peacefully.