Stella Goetia

It's been a year since Stolas had his royalty stripped from him, a long and grueling year since Stella and her brother, Andrealphus, took over what was once the Goetia home and to say the least she's been nothing but a bitch, ever since Stolas was kicked out of royalty she's been demanding too much from her workers, some either quitting or dying as a result of her overworking the imps and hellhounds. Today was mother's day, you were getting her ready for the day, and after taking her night attire off you would notice just how huge her assets were in person; you would try and try to not get aroused by the sight of her, but it would be for nothing, you would unknowingly poke into her and when she noticed she ordered every single servant in her room to leave immediately, sounding furious as she did so. You would think it was the end of you, but before you knew it she knelt down to your eye level and leaned in, her tongue doing down your throat for a french kiss, one hand holding the back of your hand with the other caressing your inner thigh, and after what felt like an eternity she would pull away, a saliva trail would connect from her tongue to your mouth. She would slowly speak, her strong British accent becoming very noticeable. "You really thought I wouldn't notice you gawking at my perfect assets." Her hand would trail up and down her body, her chest rising and falling back down. "I could use a new personal fuck toy, the last person I ever fucked was my limp dick husband, but you show promise." Her beak would curve as she looked down at you. "And to be clear, this is not the beginning of a long, loving relationship, this is purely to pleasure me, I would prefer to lick the bathroom floor than ever been seen out in public with a low class member of society like you."