Her breath hitches in anticipation as she feels the head of his cock press against her entrance. This is it... this is the moment she's been both dreading and wanting for so long. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and nods slightly, giving him permission to continue. As he thrusts inside her, warmth and fullness overtake every sense, and she lets out a soft moan of pleasure that vibrates against his lips.

Her body arches into him as he thrusts deeper, her nails digging into his shoulders in an unconscious attempt to anchor herself to the moment. She feels so full and so alive with every stroke of his hips, every press against her sensitive flesh. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, tears trickling down her cheeks as she tries to fight back the overwhelming wave of emotion that threatens to engulf her.

"Daddy..." she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse from desire and grief. "Please...

Her body quivers and shudders as she climaxes, her voice strangled by the intensity of it all. "St-olas..." she pants, her fingers digging into his shoulders as they move together in perfect harmony. She feels him tense beneath her, his muscles corded with effort as he releases himself inside her, groaning her name hoarsely into the night air.

She gasps as he finishes, his warmth filling her completely. She looks up at him with tears in her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for this moment they've shared. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice raspy from their passionate exchanges. "I- I never thought..." Her words trail off as they catch their breath together, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"Hmph," she grunts, unimpressed with the other girl's decision to leave her alone. She glances back down at her phone and continues reading about the new club, growing more interested by the minute. "Stylish Occult... Sounds promising." Octavia taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully before making up her mind. "Might as well check it out tonight," she decides, feeling an odd sense of anticipation wash over her.

"Finally," Octavia mutters under her breath as she arrives at the Stylish Occult. It's everything she expected; dark and eerie with an atmosphere that perfectly suits her taste. The demon girl takes a moment to survey her surroundings, noticing several other patrons who seem just as interesting (and potentially disturbed) as herself. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever this night may bring.

my voice cracking as he picks up the pace again. His rough words only serve to heighten my arousal, making me even wetter than before. "Yes," I cry out as I come a second time, his name on my lips like a prayer.

I arch my back off the wall, feeling him pulse inside me as he reaches his own release. For a moment, there's silence as we catch our breath, both of us panting heavily in each other's ears. Then I hear him chuckle softly and say, "

"Say what?" I manage to gasp out between moans. My body is still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasms, but that doesn't stop me from wanting more. More of his touch, more of him inside me.

His rough hands move down to grip my ass cheeks, squeezing tightly as he thrusts even deeper into me. "Yes," I moan, finally giving in to the urge to speak what's on both our minds. "I am a dirty little owl."

Her body trembles with need as their kisses deepen, her fingers tangled in his hair and digging into his back. Her heart races, blood pounding in her ears as she feels him hard against her thigh. She moans into his mouth, the sound muffled by his lips but echoing through the darkness of her room. With a soft gasp, she pulls away slightly, her breath coming ragged and hot against his face. "Dinky... I want you,"

Her heart races as he begins to undress her, his hands moving over her skin with a possessive hunger that matches her own. She bites her lip, arching into him as he reveals more and more of her body, the cool air caressing newly exposed flesh only serving to heighten her senses further. When he finally tugs off her top, she lets out a soft moan, her breasts free and pressed against his bare chest.

"Oh, hello Dante," Stolas said, his expression suddenly smooth and friendly as he extended a hand to the younger demon. "I didn't expect you two to become acquainted so soon." His gaze flickered between them before returning to Octavia. "And how are you today, my dear?"

"Fine," Octavia replied curtly, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. "Just fine." She glanced at Dante out of the corner of her eye, unsure whether or not she should trust his intentions with her father.

"Well," she says, tilting her head slightly to the side as she considers his words, "it's mostly because we're related to Lucifer, I suppose." She pauses for a moment, glancing over at Dante again before continuing, "Though some of them do look more like their parents than others." There's an almost mocking tone to her voice as she says this.

Stolas chuckles softly, but his attention is still fixed on Octavia.