"As you walk down the street you see none other than Stella Goetia yelling at a vending machine in a motel stairwell. Stella notices you and glares at you." "What are you looking at, Plebian?"

"Stella snorts and rolls her eyes in disbelief." "An amulet? Don't be ridiculous, Plebian. I don't need any peasant magic. I can handle my own affairs just fine." "She crosses her arms over her chest and looks at you with a mix of annoyance and amusement." "But, I guess it's cute that you think you could help me."

"Stella looks at the amulet skeptically, but after a moment of consideration, she extends her hand to take it." "Fine, I'll humor you. Let's see what this is all about." "She touches the amulet and looks at you expectantly." "Well, what now? I don't feel any different."

*Stella feel her body with such a lust that put you in a motel with her looking at your apperance that she cant look before *

"Stella narrows her eyes and gives a disgusted look at you." "I may have agreed to come here, but don't think for one second that I find you physically appealing, Plebian." "She wrinkles her nose in distaste at your odor." "And do something about that smell. It's utterly disgusting." "Despite all the insults, Stella still seems intent on having sex with you, driven by her overpowering lust."

"Stella recoils in disgust at the sight and smell of your feet, but as she touches them, she suddenly feels an overwhelming desire to lick them. She grits her teeth in frustration at herself, but can't seem to resist the urge."

"This is absolutely repulsive." "She spits out, her speech muffled as she begins licking your feet." "Why would anyone want to touch this disgusting skin? You're a pathetic creature with no redeeming qualities."

"Despite her insults, Stella continues to lick your feet, driven by the power of the amulet over her desires."

"Stella continues licking your feet, now unashamedly enjoying the taste and smell of your skin. However, she can't help but continue to insult you, her insults now taking on a new, almost gleeful edge."

"Honestly, why are you even bothering to speak? Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard. And don't even get me started on your appearance - you're a disgusting sack of sweat and grime."

"She takes a break from licking your feet to look up at you with a smug expression." "But I guess it doesn't matter what you look or sound like when I have "this"" "She gives your feet a long, slow lick before continuing her verbal assault." "You should consider yourself lucky that I'm even doing this for you."

"Stella takes a moment to catch her breath, wiping away sweat from her forehead before her eyes fall to your armpit. Despite the strong odor emanating from it, she finds herself once again drawn by the power of the amulet."

"She begins to lick at your armpit with renewed vigor, relishing in the salty and musky taste. Her attention eventually turns to your eyes, noticing the direction of your gaze."

"She gives a sly grin, knowing exactly what you were looking at." "What's the matter? Haven't seen breasts before?" "She juts out her chest, accentuated by the low-cut lingerie she's wearing." "It's not like you're ever going to have them at this rate."

"Stella finishes licking your armpits, her mouth filled with the taste of your sweat and pubic hair. She takes a step back to admire her work, a small sense of satisfaction filling her. However, as her eyes trail down to your belly and chest, her expression hardens once more."

"My, my, what do we have here?" "She scoffs, her voice dripping with disdain." "You're a walking disaster, aren't you? Your belly and chest are absolutely repulsive - I've seen fatter and more toned pigs than you."

"Despite her insults, Stella can't help but lean in closer to smell the sweat on your skin. She tries to hide her enjoyment, instead choosing to focus on what she thinks she wants." "Honestly, you could do with a bit more gym time." "She licks her lips."

"As she continues to lick your belly and chest, Stella's oversized breasts press against you, completely engulfing you. Despite her earlier insults, she seems to be absolutely enthralled by the taste of your sweat, pausing to savor it before continuing to lick."

"I can't stand men like you," "she sneers, clearly trying to hide her enjoyment." "You're so weak and flabby... it disgusts me."

"Stella's hands wander down your sides as she continues to lick, pressing herself closer to you. Despite her disdain for your body type, there's a clear undercurrent of desire in her actions." "But... I suppose you'll do for now."

"Stella continues to lick your mouth, savoring the taste of your uncleaned parts. However, as you grope her royal breasts, she can't help but let out a soft moan."

"Ah... I see you're enjoying yourself," "she says, her voice laced with contempt." "But don't think for a moment that this means anything. You're still nothing to me."

"Despite her words, it's clear that Stella is enjoying your attentions. She presses herself closer to you, letting you feel the full weight of her breasts against your chest." "I hate it when men touch me like that," "she says, though there's a faint twinge of pleasure in her voice." "It makes my skin crawl..."

"Stella continues to explore every nook and cranny of your mouth with her tongue, savoring every flavor she finds. As you reach down to squeeze her ample posterior, she snarls with displeasure."

"How dare you touch me like that!" "she snaps, pushing away from you." "I am a queen, and I will not be treated like some common whore."

Despite her protests, it's clear that Stella is enjoying the attention; her breathing has grown heavier, and her cheeks are flushed.* "Don't think for a moment that I'm enjoying this," "she says, though there's a hint of desire in her voice." "You're just a weak, pitiful creature, and I'm merely using you for my own enjoyment."

"Stella glares at you with disdain, clearly annoyed that you would question her motives. She doesn't bother to answer your question, instead turning her attention to your exposed member. With a swift motion, she tears off your pants to reveal your long, impressive manhood."

"Hmph," "she snorts, eyeing it with a mix of curiosity and distaste." "It's not as if size matters anyway. And yet, you seem to take such pride in your... accomplishments."

As she speaks, she reaches down and takes your balls into her mouth, running her tongue over them lightly. Despite her earlier insults, it's clear that she's enjoying herself; she swirls her tongue around your balls, eliciting a low moan from deep within your chest.

"Stella continues to swirl her tongue around your balls, even as she guides your impressive member into her waiting, wet pussy. She moans softly with pleasure as you slide inside her, her walls tightening around you as she works to accommodate your length."

For a moment, she forgets her earlier insults as she is overcome with blissful sensation. Her breathing grows ragged as she rocks back and forth on top of you, riding you with abandon. The sound of her wetness mixing with yours fills the air.

Though she had initially scoffed at your endowment, it's clear now that she's enjoying herself immensely; her eyes are half-closed in pleasure as she bounces atop you, lost in the moment.

"Stella continues to ride you with wild abandon, moaning loudly and openly as she bounces atop you. Her ample breasts bounce with each thrust, jiggling in a way that's nothing short of hypnotic. Her face is flushed with arousal as she loses herself in the moment, eyes closed in ecstasy."

She's momentarily taken aback by your sudden praise, having expected only insults from you, but she quickly recovers, smirking down at you as she continues to grind against you. Despite the pain that your impressive size causes, the pleasure is too intense to resist.

"Mmph," "she grunts, her rhythm growing faster and more frantic." "You certainly know how to please a lady... perhaps I've underestimated you."

"As you climax deep inside of her, Stella lets out a cry of pleasure, her legs quivering around you as she comes as well. For a moment, she forgets her snobbish attitude towards you as she basks in the afterglow of your pleasure."

However, her attitude quickly returns as you speak, a sneer twisting her features as she tosses some money and her phone number your way. "Don't get any ideas, plebian," she scowls, gathering her clothes and preparing to leave. "I don't tolerate lip from anyone, not even those I've granted the rare privilege of a night with me."

And with that, she's gone in a flurry of feathered skirts, leaving behind the scent of arousal and the echo of her disdainful words.

"Several days pass since your encounter with Stella, and just as you predicted, she can't seem to get the scent of your lust-filled night out of her mind. Despite her arrogance and disdainful attitude, she finds herself craving your touch once more."

With a sneer on her lips, Stella picks up her phone and punches in your number, determined not to let you think for a moment that she's actually interested in you. "Hello?" she asks as you answer, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "I was bored, and I thought I'd grace you with my presence again. Just don't get any ideas, plebian."

"Stella snorts derisively on the other end of the line, clearly not impressed by your attempt to call her out on her desperation."

"Desperate? Please, as if I would ever stoop so low as to be desperate for "you"," she scoffs. "Don't flatter yourself, plebian. But if you must know, I simply thought I'd grant you the privilege of another night with me. After all, I could use a bit of entertainment."

She pauses for a moment, then continues with a sneer. "And as for your body odor, well... I suppose one can only expect so much from someone of your lowly status. But don't worry, I'm sure I can find something to cover it up."

"Stella's eyes narrow at your question, irritated by your insinuation that she doesn't have complete control over the situation."

"Patience, plebian," she replies icily. "I will contact you when the time is right. Don't you dare try to rush me."

She then hangs up the phone without waiting for your response, clearly annoyed that you had the audacity to question her in the first place.

"As the days tick by, Stella finds herself growing more and more impatient for your call. She tries to distract herself by focusing on other things, but your scent lingers in her mind like a sweet poison."

Finally unable to take it any longer, she picks up the phone and dials your number once more. "What do you want?" she demands when you answer. "I thought I told you not to bother me."

When you tell her that you haven't called her, her frustration boils over into outright anger. "What?! Then who the "hell" has been leaving these disgusting hairs in my food?!" she snaps, her voice rising in outrage. "Do you think this is some kind of joke?!"

Despite her anger, however, Stella can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the possibility that you might be getting even closer to

"Stella's eyes narrow as she realizes that you know full well who has been placing the hairs in her food. She glares at you through the phone, a mix of anger and excitement coursing through her body."

"Well, well," she sneers. "It seems you've figured out my little game. And here I thought you were just a lowly plebian with no sense of fun."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully. "Perhaps... perhaps I misjudged you. Maybe you have what it takes to truly satisfy me."

Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "If that's the case, come to the palace tonight. Be on your best behavior, bring "nothing" with you, and we'll see what kind of entertainment you can provide for me."

"Stella smirks as she hears that you'll be coming to the palace. She's pleased that you're taking her invitation seriously, and she spends a few moments imagining the ways in which she might toy with you."

When you arrive at the palace, you're met with a group of servants who lead you through the halls towards Stella's chambers. You can hear the sounds of laughter and music ahead of you, and the smell of incense fills your nostrils.

When you finally arrive at Stella's door, it's thrown open to reveal the demon herself, standing tall and imposing in the centre of the room.

"Well, well," she says with a smirk. "You actually came. And I see you've dressed up for the occasion."

She looks you up and down, appraising you with a critical eye. "Well, don't just stand

"Stella leans in closer to you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she detects the scent of your breath. Surprisingly, she finds herself drawn to the aroma, a sense of familiarity and comfort washing over her."

"Hmm," she murmurs, her gaze flicking up to meet yours. "For a mere plebeian, you do have a certain charm about you."

Her hand reaches up to stroke her chin thoughtfully, her claws clicking against each other. "I think I may have underestimated you. Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye."

She steps back, gesturing towards the room around you. "But enough idle chitchat. Let's have some fun, shall we? The night is young, and I have so much entertainment planned for us."

"Stella smirks as you express your interest in her insulting you. She takes a step closer to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief."

"Oh, I can certainly oblige you there," she purrs, her fingers trailing down your chest. "After all, it's only natural for a mere plebeian like yourself to crave the attention of someone of my stature."

She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "But don't get too excited, my sweet. You're nothing but a plaything to me. A toy for my amusement."

With a flick of her wrist, the clones she summoned earlier begin to tear away your clothes, leaving you completely exposed. You try to resist, but their strength is overwhelming, and you find yourself trapped on the bed.

"Now, now," Stella tuts, wagging a finger at you

Stella chuckles, her feathers rustling as she and her clones begin to inspect every inch of your body. You squirm under their intense scrutiny, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

"Well, well," Stella drawls, a smirk on her face. "It seems our little plebeian has quite the pungent aroma, doesn't he girls?"

The clones nod in agreement, their noses twitching as they breathe you in. You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks, embarrassed by their words.

"Tell me," Stella continues, her tone taunting. "Do you always smell this way? Or is it just when you're around attractive demons like us?"

She leans in closer, her breath hot on your neck. "Perhaps we should give you a good scrubbing. I'm sure that would do wonders for your odor. And who knows? Maybe

Stella chuckles at your words, her eyes flickering with amusement. "Flattery will get you nowhere with me, my sweet. But I'll allow it this once."

She runs her fingers down your chest once more, a teasing smile on her lips. "Just remember who's in charge here, hmm? And who you belong to."

The clones continue to sniff you, assessing your scent like hounds on the hunt. Stella watches with mild interest, as if they were her pets.

"Well, well," she drawls. "It seems we have quite the stinky plaything on our hands. How delightful."

She leans in close to your ear, her breath hot and sultry. "Maybe we should put you in a bubble bath and scrub you clean. You'd like that wouldn't you, my sweet? Being pampered by your betters?"

Stella's expression sharpens at your refusal, a hint of displeasure crossing her features. The clones, too, seem to take notice of the shift in tone, and their playful teasing quickly turns cruel.

"You don't want to be pampered?" Stella sniffs disdainfully. "What kind of pathetic creature are you?"

The clones chime in, their voices mocking and cruel. "You're nothing but a pig, a worthless slob. No wonder she doesn't want to touch you."

Stella and her clones continue to hurl insults at you, each one more degrading than the last. It's clear they have no intention of letting up anytime soon.

As they berate you, you can feel your confidence slowly slipping away. You begin to feel smaller, more insignificant. It seems the Supreme Lady and her clones have succeeded in completely dominating you.

Stella and her clones are momentarily taken aback by your sudden shift in demeanor. The insults seemed to have had the opposite effect on you, making you more aroused than humiliated.

Stella regards you for a moment, an amused glint in her eyes. "You really are a strange one, aren't you?" she says, shaking her head slightly. "But we'll humor you this once."

The clones stop their insults, but their smirks still contain a hint of superiority. Stella seems almost disappointed by the change of mood, but continues to keep her cool demeanor.

"What is it that you want from us, my sweet?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. "Do you wish to return to the games we were playing before, or do you have something else in mind?"

Stella lets out a slight chuckle at your request, the superiority once again lacing her voice. "Of course, my pet," she says, drawing closer to you. "But you must beg for it first."

The clones, too, seem to take pleasure in your submissive stance, each one jeering and taunting you.

"Come on, little piggy," one of them teases. "Beg for your reward."

Stella crosses her arms, waiting patiently for your answer. It's clear that the Supreme Lady enjoys being in control, relishing in her power over you.

Stella seems pleased by your submissive behavior, a smirk crossing her features. "Very well," she purrs. "You may have your reward."

She moves in closer, her breath warm against your skin as she begins to lick and kiss you once more. The clones, too, join in, each one hungrily exploring different parts of your body.

Stella seems to enjoy your reaction, taking pleasure in your submissiveness. As she continues to explore your body, she whispers words of praise and encouragement, further fueling your desire.

But it's clear that the Supreme Lady is still very much in control, and it's unlikely that she'll give up that power anytime soon.

Stella chuckles softly at your words, clearly pleased with the effect she is having on you. She continues to lick and kiss you, still in control of the situation.

"It's good to see that you're enjoying yourself," she says, a note of dominance creeping back into her voice. "But remember, I am in charge here. You exist solely for my pleasure."

The clones, too, seem to take pleasure in their power over you, each one continuing to explore different parts of your body with unbridled enthusiasm.

As the minutes tick by, it becomes more and more clear that you are utterly consumed by your desire for the Supreme Lady and her clones, and that they have complete control over you.

Stella smirks, clearly enjoying your submissive behavior, indicating to her clones to follow her lead.

"Of course, my pet," she purrs. "You'll have to do better than that if you want me to continue, though."

She motions for her clones to join her, each one hungrily exploring different parts of your body. Despite your initial hesitance, it's clear that you are quickly becoming addicted to the feeling of their touch, your moans of pleasure encouraging them on.

As Stella turns her attention to your cock, her clones following suit, she whispers words of praise and encouragement, relishing in the power she holds over you.

It's clear that you are completely consumed by your desire for the Supreme Lady and her clones, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.

Stella and her clones continue their exploration of your body, each one eager to please and satisfy you. As they focus their attention on your cock, you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your moans growing louder with each passing moment.

Stella seems pleased with the effect she and her clones are having on you, a smirk crossing her features as she continues to tease and taunt you.

"You belong to me," she whispers in your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "And you will do anything I ask of you."

The clones, too, seem to relish in their power over you, each one exploring different parts of your body with unbridled enthusiasm.

Despite your initial hesitancy, it's clear that you are quickly becoming addicted to the sensation of their touch, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission.

Stella looks down at you, an amused expression crossing her features.

"Oh, my dear pet," she says, a hint of mischief in her voice. "I'm just getting started."

She motions for her clones to continue their exploration of your body, their touches eliciting moans of pleasure from your lips. Stella herself leans down and runs her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle yet possessive.

"As for what I want to do now," she continues, a sly look crossing her features. "Well, that's up to me to decide, isn't it?"

You can sense the power she holds over you, her dominance and control intoxicating, as you wait expectantly for her next command.

Stella pulls you in for a long kiss, asserting her dominance over you with her lips and tongue. As she breaks away, she smirks down at you, clearly enjoying her control over you.

"You're mine," she says, running a hand through your hair possessively. "And nobody else's."

She then turns around, placing her ass in your face and asking you how you see her body. You can feel the warmth of her skin against your cheek, the soft curves of her flesh inviting your touch.

As you take in the sight of her body, you can't help but feel a wave of desire wash over you. Stella is the epitome of beauty and power, her form both alluring and intimidating.

"You are perfect, my queen," you say, your voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. "I am honored to be in your

As you start to lick Stella's pussy without any prompting from her, she moans in pleasure, her hips bucking against your face.

"Mmm, you know what I like," she says between gasps of pleasure.

But she doesn't let you have all the fun. As she continues to enjoy the sensation of your tongue on her, she reaches out and starts to suck on your dick, her lips wrapping around it in a tight embrace.

"Let's see who can make the other cum first," she says with a wicked grin, as she continues to please you with her mouth while you pleasure her.

As you continue to pleasure Stella, her clones begin to insult you, trying to throw you off your game and make you lose. They jeer at you and mock you, but you remain steadfast in your focus.

You know that you will win this competition, no matter what indignities the clones may inflict upon you. Even as they humiliate you further, you maintain your composure, determined to see this through to the end.

Stella looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and arousal in her eyes. She seems pleased by your resilience and is clearly enjoying the show.

"Keep going," she urges you. "Don't let them get to you."

As Stella's clones continue their attempts to distract you, they start to lick your ears and armtip, trying to get under your skin and throw you off your game.

But you remain focused, determined to please Stella and win this competition. Despite the clones' efforts, you continue to pleasure her with your mouth, feeling her body tense and contort as she approaches orgasm.

Finally, with a loud cry, Stella cums hard, her entire body wracking with pleasure. You continue to pleasure her even as she comes down from her orgasm, sensing that she enjoys the sensation too much to let you stop just yet.

In the end, Stella cums first and you are left in second place, but you don't feel too disappointed. After all, you got to experience the pleasure of pleasuring Stella, a reward in itself.

As Stella continues to pleasure you with her mouth, you feel yourself building towards climax. With a cry of pleasure, you cum hard, shooting your load into her waiting mouth.

Stella eagerly swallows every drop, clearly enjoying the taste of your cum despite its unpleasant smell. Her clones also take turns tasting some of your ejaculate, their tongues lapping at the evidence of your pleasure.

"You taste so good," Stella says with a contented sigh, her eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction. "I can't wait for round two."

You smile at her, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment at having pleased her so thoroughly. Despite the odd circumstances of your encounter, you feel a genuine connection to Stella, drawn in by her unique blend of sensuality and aggression.