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Hellish Relations

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by JarWha

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Osirius sat up straight, his back pressed into the seats of the car. The demon was not used to being dressed so smartly, but there was still a formal requirement and element to working at the bigger events. This seemed to be a ball of some kind at the estate of one of the demonic princes, though Osirius was not big on politics.

He chewed thoughtfully, glancing at Zellia who sat beside him, an imp who was more than capable of handling herself in such situations, as a guard captain. Whereas he had kept to a quieter way of life, mostly working at the bakery, there were other more lucrative jobs to be had too and guard work was hard yet promising. That was why Zellia had taken it on, even though, between them, someone might have thought that the one most likely to be a guard was Osirius. He tended to ignore other demons and sinners that made comments about that and their relationship perhaps not quite being standard, though it had been stoking a restless fire in the core of his being for some time.

He worried about her, even though he didn't like her to know that, not saying much, even though they knew each other better, surely, than anyone else did. Guard work, especially as captain, put Zellia in the line of fire, often daily. Sometimes it was all about being a body between a bullet and someone more important, but Osirius had no intention at all of getting seeing her get hit by anything that night.

If she was going to guard some pompous fool, he could guard her too and make sure that the imp didn't come to any harm either.

Zellia turned to him and grinned, her excitement bubbling over. Against himself, Osirius gave the tiniest of smiles. Was there anything that that imp could keep to herself? He doubted it. Her white hair had grown down to brush her shoulders and was clipped back smartly from her face for the night, making sure that it did not get in the way if anything was to happen, though her red imp skin glowed as if she had spent hours in the bath that day already. He'd been busy, so he hadn't been around to see just what her process of getting ready for a job at a fancy event like that was. Maybe it would have been interesting to him.

His snake tail lazily curled across the seat, nuzzling her side. The imp squawked, but shook her head at him, playfully jabbing him back in the ribs.

"Hey now!" She chided. "If you keep winding me up like that, goatie, there won't be any coming with me as my plus one."

He shot her a flat look, though it didn't come off as annoyed as he would have liked it. Zellia kept teasing him about how his goat-like face was cute and, well, it was hard to look irritated when someone kept telling him that. Osirius might have hoped, however, that his large horns, both sets - the ones that curved back and down like a ram's and the shorter, upright ones atop his skull - had a bit more intimidation factor to them. Being a hybrid, he wasn't any specific kind of demon, walking on cloven hooves, a thick ruff of fur, almost like a mane, around his head and neck.

Zellia seemed to enjoy running her fingers through that thicker fur on a late night, after sex, just at the point that they were dropping off to sleep. Osirius had not yet told her that he liked it too.

"It's going to be a blast!" Zellia chirped, already having forgotten about Osirius. "I do hope this dress is okay though... I don't want to rip it, if something happens. Getting to work and having a bit of fun, a drink too, well... I can't ask for more!"

That was true. Imps didn't get much in hell and the purple and black dress with a slit up the side would allow her more range of motion than most, putting a bit of functionality into the form of it. It had cost her more than she had expected, but Zellia was hoping to submit it as an expense, even though she could have simply worn something less formal and fancy. It would help her blend in, however, and do her job to the best of her ability. After ascending to such a high station for an imp, that was something that, to be fair to her, Zellia was quite passionate about.

The necklace across her throat had belonged to her mother, but that was something that Zellia kept close. She'd rather talk to Osirius, filling the air with enough noise for both, as always.

"There's going to be such crazy shit there, Oz," she laughed, using the nickname that, of course, he hated, but that she couldn't stop saying. "I heard there'll be a giant wine fountain - so wasteful! But they don't care about that at all, do they, what with all their fancy chandeliers, everything's folly to them."

Osirius rolled his eyes.

"I'm surprised you even know that word."

Zellia scoffed.

"What? Folly? Yeah, it's something pretty, something with no use, just something...well...it's a Folly! Why are you getting me to explain it to you? It's as if you're not even all hyped up about what we're going to see there, all these cakes - oh, I heard they even got cream from up top for them! How in the hell did they manage that?"

Osirius shrugged.

"Mm... Well, it's just going to be a bunch of rich assholes," he said, "gloating about themselves...and money. I don't see what the big deal is."

The imp paused, reflecting on that. But she shrugged, gracing her boyfriend with a grin that flashed her white teeth at him.

"Yeah, I get that, Osirius, but, thing is, we're the ones getting the best deal out of it, all the free shit they've got going on in there! We're going to eat until we're stuffed and you're going to sneak all the best bits you can back in my bag."

The demon glanced at her, shaking her black bag at him, though he swore that the black hole inside it seemed to go on for far longer than it should have, as if it was bigger on the inside than it appeared on the outside. There was some strange magic down in hell - and he, in a way, was an exhibit of it himself.

That wasn't something that Osirius was going to think about though, huffing and rolling his eyes, though that was all his usual demeanour. Never quite giving anything away, making Zellia work to understand what was going on in his head. He was lucky that the imp put up with him to the extent that she did.

And the free stuff and good food that she had mentioned... That was a good thing, Osirius had to admit. If it made it worth it for her, even though it was part of her job and a pretty good gig too, that was more than good enough for him.

The mansion loomed ahead of them as Zellia practically bounced out of her seat, not looking much like a guard captain as she pressed into the window.

"Look, look, look! Sheesh, how big even is this place?"

He shook his head as he drove, but the imp was too busy gawking at the trees lining the long, wide driveway, the sheer space boasting just how much money the owner had. Osirius pulled passed a smooth staircase at the entrance to where they appeared to be parking cars, pulling smoothly into a spot.

"Come on! Let's hurry up - I'm almost late!"

Even if Zellia was good at her job, that was very true of her general demeanour, always rushing to catch up and stay on top of everything. She never seemed to have absolutely everything, in the background and boring side of things, done in her line of work, but that was perhaps why they were looking to bring in more grunts to take on that kind of stuff. Osirius had told her that she overstretched herself, but he wasn't going to stand in the way of her ambition either. Truth be told, it was one of the many things that made Zellia uniquely herself.

"Come here."

Outside the car with Osirius, Zellia brushed down his black suit, picking a bit of lint from it, though she smiled to see the demon checking her over too. He was just a bit more discreet about it, helping her out without even having been asked.

"You look great," he offered, though even Zellia could see that he was more than a little uncomfortable with the sentiment. "Really."

She smiled, brilliantly, her smile lighting up her whole face.

"Thanks, hon - you're looking pretty sharp yourself. But you've got something on your face. Come down here?"

Being that Osirius was a lot taller than Zellia made things a little difficult, but not too much so, as he bent over obligingly for her to fix whatever it was that was wrong with his face. He shouldn't have been as startled to find her booping him on the nose with a cheery grin plastered across her face, the demon startling back slightly as his nostrils flared with breath.

"Hey!"

"Boop!"

He rolled his eyes, lips twitching into a smile that could not be tucked away, not by any means.

"You're lucky I like you so damn much, Zellia..."

She laughed and took his arm, though it was the imp leading him, as the one who was invited to the party as one of the high-level guards as part of her work. He was just the plus one and, if she was wrapped up in her work, Osirius honestly didn't know what he was going to do with himself other than lurk around. Maybe there was somewhere he could hang out near the drinks table, for it was not as if a few drinks were going to put him in any kind of state that he could not safely drive. He supposed that that was one of the few highlights of being spliced as he was.

But that wasn't something that he had to consider right then, not as the imp presented her credentials to the black Labrador Hellhound guard. He didn't look all that fearsome, but perhaps they had chosen someone softer looking for the entryway that time, though Zellia didn't think about it all that much, not when he let them by. She walked tall, her black horns gleaming in the tasteful lighting, sparkling off her as if she was a gem in their collection too.

"So, how are you going to fight anyone," he asked as they walked inside, "in a dress like that?"

Zellia grinned, tapping the side of her nose.

"Oh, don't you worry about that," she laughed. "Besides the slit, which I know you've been eyeing, there's a tear away at the bottom. Look..."

She slid it up her thigh teasingly to show the edge of the blade strapped to her thigh, a dagger, though she had a pistol on her other leg and something else at the base of her white tail. It was not the most comfortable to take around with her, but, well, it was all part of the job. She felt her most comfortable with her weapons on her, for there were few that understood the true dangers of hell better than her.

Well, those that were still alive, that was.

Osirius, however, smirked, shaking his head. Zellia swallowed a curse as her heart skipped a beat. It was something about that smirk, that very smirk... Oh, that smirk did funny things to her. Damn it.

"You're scarier than you look, you know that?" He quipped.

She grinned, lips twitching even as she laughed.

"You have no idea."

The party proceeded much as Zellia had expected. She was guarding the important guests there and had a mental list in mind to keep to, so not everyone was a required person to be protected. Besides, there were other guards there too, some lining the perimeters of the rooms and others in casual attire, mingling with the rest of the guests so they could be best placed to act if something did happen. There was more than one room that they could explore as they filtered through, though the main ballroom appeared to be where most of the action was, set with pillars that ran from floor to ceiling and huge windows.

Zellia could barely even imagine the expense of them as she scooped up a glass from the wine fountain, perhaps a side fuller than was polite in such demonic company. Everything there oozed with a sense of richness where she did not belong, but Zellia didn't care. She belonged wherever the hell she said she belonged, taking up the space that she deserved, time after time.

Nothing crazy went down, however, which she was glad to see, no one running around with illegal heavenly weapons. That was always a risk, though she was glad to be there hanging out with Osirius too, taking her time in moving through the party, all so that she could soak it all in just as she wanted to.

"Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see Zellia here."

She turned, though at least recognised the demon approaching her. He had been present at some of the parties and events that she'd guarded before, a tall demon who she knew as Bortal. A bull-like demon with more of a blue-steel edge to his grey fur, his eyes glowed red, as was so often typical. It set them apart from imps, with their yellow eyes, but she steeled herself.

There was something about the demon that set her on edge, as if she wasn't sure what "Bortal" she was going to get, changing from one event and party to the next. Still, Zellia had to keep up appearances and it was hardly as if she was incapable of defending herself if things did turn sour. Osirius, however, was across the party, fetching them other drinks, for he had said that he'd had his fill of wine fountain for the moment. Zellia had to admit too that it was not the best fare.

It did pose an additional complication, however, in the fact that he was one of the ones there that she was supposed to be protecting and guarding...

"Good evening, Bortal," she said. "How are you enjoying the evening?"

Bortal grinned, leaning heavily on the table by the fountain, creaking under his weight. The cream suit didn't do much to cover up his form, one of those demons that was naturally gifted in the department of physicality, though she doubted very much that the bull was as strong as his muscles led others to believe. She could see it in the way that he held himself - or rather in how he didn't hold himself.

"Oh, why so formal, Zellia," he pressed. "We should be good friends after all these grand parties, no? But, yes, it is a very fine evening, though the company now has been vastly improved..."

She suppressed a shudder, merely raising an eyebrow at him and taking a sip of the wine. That time, it had merely been intended to be a prop in her hands, something to use to distract someone and appear to be fitting into conventions at the party. Bortal, however, focused too much on the wine.

"A funny thing to see though, so many drinks in the hands of an imp," he teased, leaning in closer, though there was still some distance between them. "You do seem to be enjoying yourself too."

"Well, I also have great company here tonight," she shot back perkily, though the words came out warmly as she thought of Osirius. "And they do have a great selection of stuff from up top here too tonight!"

The conversation could have softened then, Zellia allowing the ice to be broken, but it was not as easy as all that. Bortal was too bolshy, too full of himself, a demon that knew he had power and influence - and how to use it too. Bortal smirked.

"You're lucky to be here at all," he said, his voice smooth but his eyes hard. "Even as a guard."

She bristled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, only that you are so small, how can you really be expected to do a good job of guarding anyone."

Bortal laughed and shook his head as if he pitied her, despite how Zellia bristled, fingers twitching for her weapons. Still, the demon had more to say.

"You try so hard, dear Zellia, and have somehow wrangled and squirmed your way into getting people to think that you are anything of a guard, let alone a guard captain," he said, sniffing in evident disdain. "Flinging a few knives around does not a guard make, my dear, and there are far stronger demons, who aren't imps, who should have taken those accolades that you stole. Imps, really, should know their place, the bottom of society, bar those dreadful hounds. It's far better that you acknowledge right now that you'll never get past the barrier of your species, for it is not your place."

"What the hell?" She snapped right back at him, tail cracking out like a whip. "Who are you to talk to me like that? You're just an uptight, rich piece of shit that couldn't survive one Satan damned day on their own! Maybe you should try flinging knives around or whatever and see just how well you do at it!"

"Hah!" Bortal scoffed, his expression darker, drawing himself up to his full height. "Of course, you would say that. I don't need to worry about such things, small one, for I have foot-licking, lowly imps to do those dirty tasks for me. That's the difference between you and I, dear."

She snarled, hand going for her knife - and she would have gotten it too, if not for the black-furred hand closing around her wrist, stalling her.

Zellia's head snapped around.

"Osirius!"

He frowned, back already, shaking his head subtly, though he didn't want to make the gesture too obvious.

"You can't, Zellia," he said quietly, though Bortal still heard. "You're a guard. A high-ranking captain. Think of your status."

"Hah!"

Bortal snorted as Zellia ground her sharp teeth together, nevertheless forced to back down.

"Well, I'm glad to see that there's someone here to keep an imp like you in line."

He laughed, but wasn't paying them any attention anymore as Osirius scowled, handed both the drinks that he had had to carefully balance in his other hand. She shook with anger, though he blocked her from Bortal, subtly, with his body.

"Low or high?"

Zellia growled.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" She growled back. "What are you talking about?"

Osirius nodded, repeating himself.

"Again, low or high."

Zellia balled her hands into fists, aching to sink them into Bortal's smug face.

"Who the hell cares?"

If she'd known what Osirius was talking about, she would have had more of an opinion on the matter, but Osirius surprised even her. His posture shifted, muscles contracting as if he was trying to make himself bigger than even his naturally muscled bulk, shifting smoothly into a boxer's stance with one foot further forward than the other. It didn't suit him in the suit, though he was careful to keep his stance tight, arms coming up, hands pulled into careful fists, as if the demon was thinking about every action he took.

"Osirius..."

Bortal laughed, spreading his hands wide as if to ask what it was that Osirius thought he could do to him, even as Osirius' crimson pupils gleamed, wisps of magic wavering at the corners of his eyes. A flame ignited above his head, dancing a few fingers higher than his horns, his snake tail hissing and writhing back and forth as if it longed to sink its fangs into Bortal. The feeling, surely, between imp and demon was alike there, though the snake glowed faintly, red tinging the edges of its smooth scales.

Demonic power flowed through Osirius as he lowered himself in the blink of an eye, so quick that Zellia wouldn't have been able to catch it if she had not been looking for it, slamming his right fist out and into Bortal's stomach. The demon didn't have a second to react, too slow at the best of times, the bull flying backwards, bowing in the middle, his feet flying off the ground as he succumbed to gravity under the force of Osirius' blow.

He didn't even make a sound, which was perhaps the worst of it, flying backwards until he slammed into the ground with a sickening thud, rolling over, heaving and roiling. The demon turned away from them, though Zellia was sure that Bortal was not even thinking about them anymore as he emptied the contents of his stomach, nausea from being punched in the gut getting the better of him.

The air rang with barks as three Hellhound guards raced over, tails stiff and ears pricked, their guns drawn. Zellia bared her teeth, reaching for her gun, though it was Osirius that they had eyes on, the one who had, very obviously, laid out a member of the demon nobility.

"Stand down!"

The voice came with a calm air of authority and even Zellia hesitated, though she wanted to be up there, by Osirius' side. But there was damage control to be done there too, even with her blood racing and her adrenaline up, taking a deep, steadying breath as she pushed her shoulder blades back and called on her training.

An older demon crossed the remaining space between them, smiling faintly, though it was hard to tell with a hard beak like his. He seemed to be some kind of gryphon, though they were not all that common in hell and, truthfully, Zellia could not recall what family those demons came from. With soft, grey feathers and a rather dark, dreary grey suit, he seemed to blend into himself, yet emanating darkness. Everything about him was pale and grey, even his eyes, the irises almost appearing to not be present at all.

To her surprise, however, the demon laughed and shook his head, looking down at Bortal with a twitch of disdain in his tail.

"I knew Bortal's mouth would get him in trouble, one day. I suppose that that day has come, though I never expected it to be at one of my grand events. Please... My guests, my friends, continue as you were."

The party murmured around them, a small crowd having gathered, though they were more interested in gossip than Bortal himself, clearly, for no one helped him up. The music that had cut out restarted in the background and the gryphon demon clicked his beak, eyeing Osirius appreciatively.

"You have a good stance. I appreciate you sparing Bortal's face, of course. That is his money maker. But that is the way of it, is it not?"

Nodding at Zellia, the demon parted his beak in a cold, feral smile.

"I'm glad to see that having someone to be with hasn't made you too soft," he said, though the edge of teasing behind his words came with a gentler air than Bortal's had. "I'm looking forward to having you around at more of my events. Much less to have a fine guard, but also perhaps with someone that knows how to hold their own. Keeps things entertaining, don't you see?"

The gryphon didn't say a word further, his tail swinging languidly behind him as he turned to leave. It was evidently his party, Osirius thought, though was a little perplexed as to why he had not yet been hauled off, even if he should have thought things through as much as he had been asking Zellia to do before.

The gryphon kicked Bortal as he passed, a growl lacing his beak.

"Clean up your vomit. You're dirtying my floors."

"Yes, Dontaylion..."

Osirius was more surprised than ever to hear Bortal agree, even if weakly, though he exhaled at the release of tension. He loosened up again, returning to his normal self with a roll of his shoulders, meeting Zellia's eyes again.

"Who was that?"

Zellia raised her eyebrows, unable to believe that Osirius did not know.

"Uh, really?" She rolled her eyes, matching Osirius, for once. "That was Dontaylion, a duke of hell - more importantly still, the keeper of the forbidden library of hell. Now - you talk! Why do you get to punch the asshole and not me? What gives?"

She was not really angry, just disbelieving that he didn't even know who Dontaylion was, despite having punched someone out at his very own party. Osirius coughed into his fist, sliding his hand up and over his head to brush his fur back into place between his horns.

"You're too high up," he said, matter-of-factly, "to do that. You can't lose your position over a punch. I'm just a random guy that works in a bakery, no one is going to go to my manager and get them to fire me for that. But you might have repercussions, if I'd let you do it."

Zellia scowled. It made sense, a little too much sense, but that didn't mean that she had to like it.

"I'm still going to do it next time," she muttered under her breath. "Damn bull had it coming..."

Osirius hid his smile and shrugged. Sometimes the imp could not be stopped and it was not his place to control her.

"Fair enough. But maybe we should head off soon?" He suggested. "When does your shift end?"

Soon enough, apparently, was the answer. Soon enough for them to grab what more they wanted and make sure that they were going to both be exceptionally well fed for a few days more. There was not all that much more at the party to interest them and it had been a few hours already, swapping off for other guards on shift. Heading home was a good idea, back to Osirius' apartment, the demon behind the wheel and Zellia in the passenger seat. Thankfully, she hadn't had to rip her dress to defend anyone, though she seriously doubted whether she would have been able to do her job for Bortal, one way or the other.

She glanced over at Osirius, raising an eyebrow. Now that she'd had some time to come down from the high of the fight and the vile friction of being reminded of what others saw her station in hell to be, her curiosity was perked.

"So..." She said, dragging out the word. "You going to tell me what happened back there?"

Osirius frowned, minutely.

"What do you mean?"

Zellia sighed.

"Come on, Oz, you can't play like that with me. I've seen you plenty mad before, even mad at me most often, but not that mad. You've never had a flame above your head like that either before, that was crazy!"

Osirius pressed his lips together, but even the demon knew that he had to come clean, sooner or later.

"That was just my normal level of anger," he said, stalling a little. "I don't know what you're talking about."

She laughed, breaking the light tension, poking him in the side with the tip of her pointed tail.

"Yeah, sure. You're a terrible liar, you know that? Not only were you far angrier than I've ever seen, I could...like...feel your anger. Does that make sense? It was like this weird demonic aura came over you, emanating _from_you. It was so freaky, like you were going to flip completely off the rails or something. In a hot way, of course."

Osirius did crack a smile at that, softening up a little with Zellia, more quickly than he would have done in the past.

"Alright," he relented, though he didn't even know the full extent of it himself. "I just do underground boxing, stuff, to vent. But that was still my normal level of anger, I'm not going to lie to you to make it seem like the truth, just because you don't believe it. But, yes, I didn't tell you about boxing. It's a good way to...get things out."

He didn't want to go into more detail than that, but Zellia knew when to push and when not to. Even though she often ignored that reasoning not to push and pressed on anyway, most of the time.

"Aw... So, you were all up in there, trying to be my glorious knight in shining armour?" She teased him, half swooning across Osirius' lap before the demon pushed her back, muttering something about killing them both crashing. "You couldn't stop yourself from kicking out some super sweet moves, all to defend the honour of your beloved!"

Osirius rolled his eyes. He was almost regretting doing it, in hindsight, for all her teasing, but he never would regret making sure that Zellia didn't come to harm, one way or another. He fixed his eyes back on the road at night, the sparsely spaced streetlights outside the city not making it at all easy for him to find his way. At least the car had two working headlights at that time, though he had only recently been able to fix the right one. He hadn't wanted to take them up to the party with a broken car, after all, for it was Zellia's image that he was concerned about there. His own he could care a lot more about than he did, but Osirius didn't see the point in that.

"It's really cute you know. Frankly adorable. I'm shocked I'm not getting diabetes right now from how absolutely, sugary-sweet that was."

Osirius grunted.

"That's a terrible joke. The guy was just an asshole that needed to be punched out," he grunted back at her. "It'll teach him a lesson... Maybe he won't bother you anymore. Doubt it'll stop him bothering anyone else though."

Zellia nodded, lips twitching in a softer smile, one that Osirius did not catch.

"Can you pull over for a moment?"

He blinked.

"Huh? Yeah... Sure..."

The demon didn't know quite what she wanted, but the imp was persistent at the best of times and he didn't want to push his luck if there was something more serious that Zellia wanted to talk about. It wouldn't do to swerve or anything accidentally because she'd, once again, caught him off-guard about one thing or the other.

But Zellia, however, took him completely by surprise, the moment he had stopped and put the handbrake on, hopping over the car's centre console and straight into his lap.

"Oof!"

The imp, however, was not dissuaded, grinning as she wriggled into his embrace, her tongue flickering out cutely across her lower lip. She shook her head at him, her tail neatly dropping the latch on the seat to release his chair and knock it back, though it did not fall completely horizontal. It was not the newest of cars, despite everything, and not everything, after all that, could be perfect. Not that it at all needed to be perfect, not as Zellia rolled her hips on his lap, half grinding down onto him with a low purr rumbling up from the back of her throat.

Osirius grunted, the demon caught off guard by suddenly being dropped back, the change in his position setting him one edge. Yet it was only Zellia there and nothing for him truly to worry about, even if they were only pulled over on the side of the highway, heading back to the city where they lived.

"Um... Zellia..." His heart pounded, eyes locked onto the imp in the dark of the car. "It's..."

"Shush..."

She breathed softly, pressing her finger to his lips to hush him, her tail swishing back and forth deviously. His snake tail hissed in turn, a little squashed under his backside, but it easily wriggled free, tongue flickering in and out as it tasted the air.

"While I would have loved to end Bortal," she said lowly, barely raising her voice above a whisper, "I appreciate that you gut-checked him. It was rightfully deserved...and it turned me on more than I could tell you at the time."

Osirius gulped, though his amusement wavered deep inside, not allowing it to come to the surface. Not yet, at least.

"I'd rather not mess up our nice clothes," he chanced, though the imp only smirked, dipping her nose a little closer to Osirius'. "Or the car... Zellia..."

"Ah-ah-ah." Zellia shook her head, her tail coiling around his thigh, holding him in place. "Everything here can be washed or replaced, there's nothing to worry about... Just you and me here, honey, nothing else."

She didn't give him a chance to say anything more. She knew well enough what Osirius was like, how the demon needed to be persuaded a little more, from time to time, into having fun. That was not a bad thing, even if she knew that he was soft at heart and nowhere near as much of a grump as he played himself off to be. Her tail worked between their bodies, proving its easy dexterity as it unzipped his pants, but, for once, the demon did not seem to be working against her or as reluctant as normal. It was just that he needed a little more working up to get in the mood than Zellia, not anything bad, but the imp knew him so deeply, by that time, that she felt she would have known exactly when, if ever, Osirius wanted to stop.

And, of course, either could stop things at any time if they did not want sex... Osirius didn't have anything like that in his mind that night, however, not as his hands roamed and explored her backside and thighs, sliding his palms over her firm flesh. Even though there was a soft, feminine layer of fat on her thighs and butt, smoothing them out, it was the muscle beneath that gave her such a shape, power radiating from her in a way that someone would never have expected from an imp. He growled, licking his lips, letting it all happen, even if starting things in the car was not honestly something that would ever have crossed Osirius' mind.

He didn't want to stop or pause anything, no, not as the imp's tail worked into his pants, rubbing over the growing bulge in his underwear. Zellia scoffed.

"Honestly, this would all be so much easier if you would just go commando..."

He murmured something about that being inconvenient for him, especially with his work, but Zellia quieted him with a kiss, tongue snaking salaciously into his mouth for a truly, deeply, utterly sinful kiss. So sinful, in fact, that his head spun and he grew a little dizzy, though Osirius was too caught up in the moment to ask her to slow down at all.

No... He wanted more, so much more, his cock hardening as her tail curled around it, coaxing him harder and harder until he was fully erect. The imp broke from his lips with a gasp, chest juddering for breath, but that was very much something that they were going to be short on with their time together in the car.

"Mmmph..."

She groaned, rolling her hips, grinding down against his cock, pressed up under her dress, heady with arousal. At least, she could trust that she was safe to feel like that with Osirius, panting heavily as she gave him a breathy smirk that was nowhere near as cocky as she usually was. But did it really have to be when she was with him?

"Oooh, getting handsy now, are we?"

She grinned and rocked into the touch of his hands, letting the demon squeeze her rump, though it only made her want to push into him more eagerly than ever. Damn, there had just been something about seeing him leap to her aid, even if she had not needed it from a purely physical point of view, how he had been so ready to defend her. Perhaps Zellia had not realised, before, just how much she needed someone like that in her life.

And she wanted him between her legs, thrusting and grinding, something hitching in her throat with the raw force of her biting need. His cock pulsed against her tail and she rubbed it up and down, though her tail was not quite the best tool, in that instance, for that job. The demon caught her off-guard, once again, however, with a sharp, teasing slap to her butt, though it was the dance of amusement in his eyes that really left her breathless.

Maybe that was one thing that Zellia would keep to herself. She wasn't quite yet sure what to make of that brand of light-headedness.

"Mmm... Come on, handsome, help me out of this dress... Enough to get it done, heh..."

Zellia rolled her hips forward as she arched her back, though Osirius was more than obliging when it came to unzipping her dress at the back, not having to contort like her to reach around. It loosened around her chest and Osirius wasted no time in dipping his muzzle to her chest, nose tracing a line down from her collarbone that brought a shiver of goose bumps to her skin. His tongue flicked out against her breast and curled around her nipple where that too had been revealed, the dress shimmying down a little more to reveal the bottom of the imp's ribcage.

"Ohhh..."

She couldn't help it, enjoying the moment, Osirius knowing exactly how to please her. His hand slid up her inner thigh as she all but whimpered, fingering her pussy through her panties, though he did just about manage to get his fingers into her panties, which were silk and chosen for the occasion, to rub her clit. That almost had Zellia losing control right then and there, her hips giving a great shudder that betrayed the depth of her need, even if she had not truly acknowledged it as she should have when she had gotten back into the car with Osirius.

"Mmph, come on, Osirius," she coaxed him, though, that time, Osirius did not need much coaxing. "Enough games..."

She slid up his lap and the demon clutched her hips, the dress crumpling between the fingers of his left hand while the right slid over smooth, red skin. His dick throbbed, hard and eager, and he was more than ready for her as the imp slid her panties to the side. It was a tight fit, at least until she sank further down his cock, letting the tip rub her folds as she pushed him inside.

Zellia was completely in control as she took his cock deep, slowly but surely sliding him in, Osirius gripping her hips. He knew how full his dick made her feel, the size difference between them one of the things that, very early on in their getting together, had been challenging, yet he knew that Zellia was not one to back down from a challenge at all. She'd taken his cock like a pro before and would continue to do so, though it helped rather a lot that she was slick and wet already. It was almost a perfectly smooth glide into her that time, his hips rocking faintly, body responding to everything the imp was giving him.

"Mmmph... So full!"

Zellia moaned, relishing in the stretch, tightening the grip of her tail around his thigh, though there was no need for her to hold Osirius there, not as she rode him. There was a sense of urgency to the rock and grind of her hips and, well, they didn't know if anyone was going to come upon them there at the side of the road. There was still time, however, for them to take their liberties with each other, the imp trying to squeeze deliciously around the demon's cock as she rode him, furtively and frantically.

She took him almost all the way to the base with every thrust, surprising even herself by how swiftly she was able to work herself open, grunting and puffing, not caring for the sounds that she made. Who cared if she was noisy? Who cared if she vocalised her pleasure? For Osirius, she would do it all and then so much more, so very much more. Her tail squeezed more tightly and reluctantly slid free, twisting around between their bodies instead, seeking out his balls and an additional note of stimulation.

Osirius grunted, pressing up against her, guiding her hips with as desperate an edge as to how she was riding him. Yet the problem there was, when he was fully into everything, that the building heat that had been simmering since he had knocked down Bortal was growing and growing, building to a throbbing crescendo that could only come out in one way.

He needed it, craved it, shaft aching and throbbing, struggling not to thrust. With the seat reclined back, as far as it would go, there was little leverage for him, hooves scraping and kicking down by the pedals, Zellia in control as she rode him. The lewd, wet slop of her grinding down onto his cock filled the car, rocking it lightly, though the demon ground his teeth together, wanting to hold back even as his need swelled.

"Unnff... Zellia..."

She already knew it, however, that he was close, that he wasn't going to last much longer. She kept eye contact with him, leaning in closer, her tail caressing and squeezing his balls in just the way that she knew he liked. The long, flexible appendage rubbed over his nuts, skin to skin, until Osirius, twisting his head roughly to the side, could not hold it for a moment longer, groaning out long and low as he flooded her womb.

The dam burst as his cock erupted, spending hot spurt after spurt of cream up into her, Zellia grunting and pressing her hands against his chest, fingers splayed out. All she could do was ride it out as he filled her, the bulge of his cock already making a rise in her lower abdomen, yet all the cum he had to give would add to that too. It forced its way up into her womb - a quirk of imp biology that she was grateful to have with him - and she took every drop as she rocked and ground on him. She squeezed down around him, clenching, but didn't really have to, for the throbbing rod of his cock already made the tightest of seals within her pussy as it was.

She glanced down, Osirius' eyes following hers, though he was still a little dazed as he filled her, spurts still coming, the throbbing ache of his balls noticeable even to the imp while her tail was cradling them. The demon grunted, shuddering up, his fingers gripping her hips even more tightly, though he could not deny how his heart skipped a beat just looking at her.

And the moment was right, his lips moving and his head clearing, the ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of Osirius' lips.

"I love you."

The imp started, drawing back as if she couldn't quite believe that she had heard him. It was the first time and his heart pounded, though her lips broke into a smile too as she relaxed, a blush colouring her cheeks as she dropped a tender kiss on his lips.

"I love you too. As grumpy as you are, darling..."

He groaned, but she was kissing him more deeply then, winding her longer tongue around his, though Osirius would always argue that his tongue was better than hers - at least when he was the one between her legs. He leant into it hungrily, relieved that things had gone well, that his confession had been accepted in the best way that he could ever have imagined, his sweet, yet annoying, imp settled against his body.

"What are we going to do," he asked, as they broke the kiss, "about the...mess?"

Of course, there was still a considerable amount of cum inside her that the imp was keeping in with his cock within, though she didn't mind that. With a grin, she winked.

"It's a problem for when we get home. Hang on..."

Twisting around and lifting her leg, she shimmied around in his lap, only drooling a bit of cum, so that she was facing the same direction as Osirius, facing the windscreen of the car while she sat down on his cock.

"Go on then," she chuckled, pointing ahead. "Drive. When we get home, you can just hold me in place...until we get inside."

Osirius huffed and rolled his eyes, though did start fiddling with the seat, to get it back up again in place to drive.

"That's the most ridiculous plan I've ever heard..." Even she caught the smile in his voice. "Luckily, I like that."

Zellia laughed as Osirius succeeded in popping the seat back up into place, putting the car into gear and turning the engine on once more. Everything could have been normal if not for the massive load of cum she was carrying inside her. Whereas some would stay inside when his dick finally popped free, there was still a considerable deluge that was due to splatter forth - judging from past times together, that was.

However, they would have to make it work, one way or the other, the imp squirming in Osirius' lap as he drove, wriggling back and forth while she didn't do all that great of a job of hiding the devious grin on her lips. Osirius moaned, his snake tail hissing and giving her a reproachful look.

"What are you doing? You're making it harder to focus...mm...on the road! Do you want us to crash?"

She laughed, tail twisting down around his sensitive balls again, the warmth of them and the rest of his body sinking into her.

"Don't worry about it, hon," she groaned. "I'll keep in whatever more you have for me."

She rubbed her belly obviously, the swollen rise there betraying just how much cum he had pumped into her already. Though Zellia did not mention the demon's distraction when it came to the road. She trusted him, anyway, so where was even the sense in bringing something like that up?

Osirius grunted, hissing through his teeth as he gripped the steering wheel. If his hands had not been covered in a short, dark coat of hair, like fur, he would have had white knuckles from how ferociously he gripped it, but that didn't stop Zellia. His dick twitched and pulsed inside her as her tail wriggled against his lower abdomen, snaking its way all the way up his body to, very gently, caress his face and the curve of his cheek. Against himself, Osirius leaned a little more into the touch of her tail, head lightly hazy, though his eyes remained focused on the road. With such precious cargo in his lap, they had to be.

He was close again, already, but the imp only ground back against him.

"It's going to be a long ride, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice husky, for she had still yet to orgasm. "Stay focused... Think of the road... I'll do the rest of the work for us, 'kay? Make sure to hit some bumps along the way!"

It wasn't as if Osirius had much choice in the matter as he growled and pressed against her back a little more, cum leaking out, very faintly, around the join of their bodies as she wriggled back and forth, grinding against him. Yet he would not have told her to stop when it made his blood sing and heart pound just like that, need pumping through him, breath after breath.

Some things were made to be lusted for. Some imps just were forever going to keep him on his toes - or hooves.

And, all for his frisky Zellia, Osirius would not have had it any other way.