One Helluva Ride

Chapter 2: Opportunities

           Splice walked through the secluded streets of Hell after receiving a mysterious call from an unknown client. They had been instructed to go to the Goetia estate–though, Splice had no idea who the favor was for. Maybe it was one of the servants in the house. They highly doubted it would be Octavia, the young Goetia daughter. Perhaps it would be a member of the married couple–or even both of them.

          Splice finally made their way to the estate, getting through the large gates and stepping up to the front door. They reached up and knocked. The door swung open to reveal a robe-clad Goetia prince. They immediately recognized him as the owner of the house, Stolas. "O-Oh my! What are you doing here?" He asked, clearly confused and a bit frazzled. Splice figured it wasn't him who called in the favor. "I'm here for some.. sexual favors. For a Goetia?" They explained.

          Stolas seemed even more flustered by this revelation. "Well, it's just me home right now, and I certainly didn't request anything like that!" He averted his gaze from Splice. The imp furrowed their brows slightly. ".. maybe someone called it in for you? Have you been stressed recently?" They asked, looking up at the avian prince. He nodded. "A-A bit, yes.." He muttered in response. It was almost cute.

          "I could help you with that~ Mind if I come in?" Splice questioned, laying the charm on thick. Stolas gulped nervously, nodding as he stepped to the side to let Splice in. They stepped inside and closed the door with their tail. "Now.. what can I do for you~?" They purred, swaying their hips as they stepped toward the prince.

          Stolas didn't quite know how to react, stumbling over his words for a moment. "I- well- If we're going to do.. n-nefarious things.. we should go to my chamber." He said nervously. It almost seemed like he was stalling. "Of course. Lead the way~" Splice replied. Stolas led Splice through the extravagant mansion, before finally reaching their destination.

          Stolas opened the door to his chamber. It was a dimly lit room with a canopy bed. Bookshelves lined one of the walls. Beside the bookshelves was a chaise. The room was cluttered with books and small trinkets. "My, my. This is quite the room you've got." Splice complimented, looking around. Stolas smiled embarrassedly. "Thank you. I.. decorated it myself, you know." He replied, the slightest hint of pride in his voice. Splice perked up. "Oh, is that so..? Y'know, I'd love to decorate your insides~" They flirted. Stolas tensed up as a blush crossed his cheeks.

          "Wh- I-" Stolas stuttered, looking around nervously. Splice chuckled, carefully taking his hand in theirs. "Don't worry, my dear prince~ I'll take care of you."

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          Splice spent that night 'making love' to Stolas. He practically melted whenever they played passionate, so that was exactly what they did. Before they left the next morning, they left behind a short 'love letter' for Stolas to find, promising to see him again someday. The promise was a load of bullshit, sure, but it was good for business.

          Splice sprawled across the couch in their apartment, perking up when they saw they got a text. Their gaze drifted to their phone. Verosika was texting them again. Splice had been right about there being a next time between them and Verosika. In fact, there were many, many 'next time's.

          As Splice suspected, Verosika wanted to meet up again. She texted them an address. As Splice plugged it into their GPS, they noticed that it was some kind of recording studio. They shrugged it off, figuring Verosika wanted to play out some weird fantasy.

          It was only a matter of minutes before Splice arrived at the studio. "Splice, you made it! Good to see you again~" She said happily. Splice smiled softly, but skipped through the pleasantries. "Alright, what do you need this time? Oral? Dicking-down? Scissoring?" They asked. Verosika laughed. "No, no. We're gonna do something different today." She said with a wink, leading Splice into the studio.

          "See.. you've got such a wonderful voice. And it got me thinking, why not put it to good use? I want you to sing for one of my albums. I've already got the sheet music and everything." Verosika explained with a grin. Splice did a double-take. "Sorry, you want me to do what?" They asked. Verosika handed Splice a stack of paper. "It'll be easy, I promise. Plus, you'll get royalties for every sale the album gets~" She teased. Splice glanced down at the sheet music in their hands. ".. deal."

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          It wasn't much longer until the album was released. It had done fairly well, becoming one of Verosika's best-sold albums. After a few weeks, Verosika sent Splice a text with nothing but her location. Although annoyed, Splice made their way to the address. Verosika was there with her posse; a group of four succubi and three incubi. "Woah, woah, woah- even I don't have enough dicks for an orgy that big." Splice said, taking a cautionary step back.

          Verosika laughed. "As fun as that would be, hun, that's not why you're here." She explained. Splice felt a small sense of relief. "The album is doing well, so I figured we should go on a little tour~" Splice was a little surprised, but not opposed to this proposition. "Sure. What rings of hell are we going to?" They asked. Verosika scoffed in a playful manner.

          "Oh, that's fucking adorable!" Verosika laughed, "We're going to the human world, dumbass." Verosika said, giving Splice a light shove. The imp tensed up slightly. "Absolutely not. No fucking way. That place is full of perverts and sickos." They replied, shaking their head. Verosika pouted. "Oh, come on." She whined, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'll pay you~" She offered seductively, leaning toward the imp. Splice looked up at Verosika with an inquisitive glare. ".. money?" They asked. Verosika smiled and nodded in response. "Of course." She answered. Splice went quiet, glancing away annoyedly. "Fine. Deal."