Today, though, was his "day off," or so Blitz insisted. "Everybody gets one a week, fuckbird; can't make you an exception even if you're a Goetia."
Huh. The Goetia didn't really have a concept of days off as far as he could tell. Sure, quite a lot of them spent their lives in indolent leisure and seemed to do very little of import but Stolas had actually held a titled office so he'd been expected to have duties to uphold... even when he purposely avoided them. Now it was almost the exact opposite. How flummoxing!
So, with few ideas of how to be productive, he defaulted to an old reliable standard. TV Time. Stolas got comfy as best he could, splayed out on the couch in his panties and angling his gigantic boner so that he could see the television beyond it. It felt good to give his briefs a workout, the tight fabric almost self-stimulating anytime he shifted his weight and swung his enormous genitals around. The screen was a lot smaller than the one he was used to, but the speakers worked just fine. He flipped through the channel menu for a moment, humming and hooting, and then when he realized the dearth of content compared to the deluxe Goetian cable package he glowered for a moment before putting in a phone call to on old fling whose back he'd blown out in an alleyway a few months back.
Demons were supposed to break the rules, and leaning on his lover for a free upgrade gave him a bit of a giggling mood boost at the thrill of being naughty again. Now this was more like it! Still not as many to choose from as his old home, but a dozen of the finest all-day hyper-pornography movie channels would get him through just fine. And oh, wouldn't Blitzy be happy when he saw the surprise! That daughter of his would probably like them too...
He rummaged around and found a five-gallon bottle of lube with a little bit still left in it. His shaft had already begun to leak from excitement, ejaculating thick globs of semen into the tip of his tent. That was the great thing about being a hyper, so productive that you hardly needed more than a little bit of lube to get started and your own body would take care of the rest! Turning the volume all the way up, the thin walls of the cheap apartment shaking with the vibrations, he settled in for a comfy afternoon. The movie was halfway through but it didn't really matter. Stolas was just here to lust over the gigantic boobs and pussies and asscheeks jiggling around with such loud slaps that a few of the pictures fell off the walls. Hmmm... those friends of Blitzy's were bigger, but this imp girl onscreen wasn't so bad. She seemed to be lamenting her lack of a bedmate, though by the looks of things a handsome goetian consort in the guise of a pizza deliveryman was about to change all that.
"That's a mood, Gabriella," he sighed, hands getting to work.
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\n\t\t\t\t\tsimonaquarius - Been awhile since I've gotten a pic from him! I'd originally asked for it to be Stolas' big fancy lounge sofa, but this works too. :b