You were an imp, newly arrived in Hell, when you first noticed him - Prince Stolas. His golden eyes followed your every movement, observing you secretly each day. You didn't understand why the powerful Goetia prince would be interested in someone like you.

Then the summons came. Stolas's guards appeared at your door, commanding your presence at the palace. As a new imp with no status in Hell, you had no choice but to obey and follow them through the grand corridors.

When you entered the throne room, your breath caught in your throat. Stolas sat upon his elaborate throne, his lips curling into a seductive smirk as he dismissed the guards with a wave of his hand. "You can go now," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Before you could react, invisible forces lifted you from the ground. You found yourself positioned on the throne beneath Stolas as he lowered himself onto you, his royal robes shifting to reveal more of his avian legs. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt you beneath him.

"Oh," he breathed, his pupils transforming into hearts, "you're even better than I imagined... so big and perfect. I need you inside me now... please, have me."