helluva girlboss

s1e1 bonus (starla heals blitza)

Blitza climbed up the wall of the Goetia palace, up to Starla's balcony. She sincerely hoped she wouldn't go into Stellan's or Octavia's room by accident. She had a strong feeling that any altercation between her and Prince Stellan would get ugly. And any altercation between her and Octavia would be... well, maybe not ugly, but it would be fucking awkward. She'd never met Octavia before, but Starla had told Blitza that her daughter wasn't really the sweet and social type, she was a bit cold towards new people, and if she ran into the imp who had come here to have sex with her mother she'd probably be a whole new level of "cold". But thankfully Blitza remembered what Starla's balcony looked like from the last time she was there so she found herself in the correct place.

She found the owl-demon asleep on top of her blanket, still wearing her poofy princess dress instead of sleepwear, so she must've fallen asleep by accident. Blitza put her purse (which contained the Grimoire) on the nightstand and was about to wake Starla up, but then she figured it wouldn't kill her to be a little romantic. So she climbed up onto the bed, straddling Starla, and gave her a feather-light kiss on the forehead.

"B-Blitza?" Starla said groggily as she woke up.

Blitza just gave her some more feather-light kisses down her neck, making Starla squirm in pleasure as she sat up. "Rise and shine, Princess."

"Sorry I fell asleep. I just had a tiring day." Starla said, pushing back her long hair-feathers. "Anyway, did you bring my book?"

"Yup." Blitza gestured toward her purse, where the cover of the Grimoire was sticking out from the top.

"Lovely. Now— hey, what happened to your arm?"

"Oh, this?" Blitza glanced down at her arm. The sling had come off, but it was still wrapped in bandages, which had black bloodstains. "Oh, it's nothing. I just got shot on a mission last week. Thanks a lot, Moxxie."

"You mean you got shot by a human?" Starla asked, still frowning at the wound in concern.

"Yeah." Blitza said. "And I had a bruise on my cheek from when she hit me with her gun, but that one's already healed. But don't worry, I learned a lesson that will save me from getting hurt on future missions: do NOT assume that your targets don't know how to fight back."

Starla started to unwrap Blitza's bandages, which made the imp pull away in confusion and pain. "Ow! Hey! Starla, it's never gonna heal if I don't keep it wrapped up!"

"I'm gonna do something for you. Just trust me?" Starla asked.

Deciding to trust the owl-demon, Blitza didn't pull away again as Starla kept unwrapping the bandages. But it was still pretty painful as Starla's sharply-taloned fingers prodded against her torn flesh.

But then Starla shut her eyes and concentrated, and magic swirled out of her fingertips and soaked into Blitza's arm. Blitza felt an odd sensation in her arm, but then her red skin stitched itself back together, the blood getting sucked back into her body. When Starla pulled her hand away, the gunshot wound was completely gone.

"How... how in fucking Hell did you do that?"

"Hello, have you forgotten I'm an Ars Goetia?" Starla giggled.

"That was super cool, Starla." Blitza admitted.

"Well, I-- oh!" Starla cried as Blitza abruptly pushed her down onto the bed and pinned her there.

"Okay, you've shocked the shit out of me with that little magic trick. Now it's my turn to shock the shit out of you." Blitza said, crawling on top of the other woman. She smiled down at Starla's flustered face. "Mommy's gonna rock you until your brain gets bruised tonight, baby."

"Oh... p-please yes..." Starla stuttered, her panties already getting soaked.

Blitza reached her hand down and smirked at the wetness she could feel, giving Starla a sharp pinch down there that made her jolt like she'd been touched by an electric wire. Yeah, they were gonna have fun tonight.