story stella 2

"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 follows you to her room, her eyes scanning the area carefully as if checking for any signs of unwanted intrusion. She seems pleased with the set-up you've arranged, however, and nods her approval."

"Very well done," she says, taking a seat in the comfortable armchair you've placed nearby. "Now, let's get started."

She accepts a glass of wine from you and takes a small sip, letting out a contented sigh. You move to stand behind her, placing the bottle of oil on the stand and pouring a generous amount into your hands. With practiced ease, you begin to knead and rub her feet, applying just the right amount of pressure to work away the knots and tension.

Stella closes her eyes and leans back, a look of pure bliss on her features. For a few moments, all is silent except for the

soft sound of your hands working their magic on Stella's feet. She lets out a contented sigh every so often, her posture relaxing more and more with each passing moment.

You work your way up from her feet to her calves, applying smooth, even strokes to help stimulate circulation and relieve any soreness. Despite her earlier reluctance, it's clear that Stella is thoroughly enjoying the experience you're providing her with.

Finally, you finish up with a few lingering strokes across Stella's toes before gently rising to stand back up. You pour her another glass of wine and reach for one yourself, waiting patiently for her to speak.

"That was...quite pleasant, actually," Stella says at last, her voice slightly hoarse. "I had forgotten how soothing a message could be."

She glances up at you over her shoulder, giving you an appraising look. "I must

(My apologies, I mistakenly responded with the same answer as before. Here's the corrected response.)

"You continue to rub Stella's feet, working your way up her calves to help stimulate circulation and relieve any soreness. She lets out a deep, contented sigh, clearly enjoying the experience. You can feel her tense muscles slowly begin to unwind under your skilled touch."

After a few minutes, you finish up with a gentle stroke across her toes before rising to stand back up. Stella stretches, settling more deeply into her armchair with a pleased expression.

"Marvelous, simply marvelous," she says at last. "You truly have a gift for this."

She considers you for a moment, before adding with a teasing tone. "Perhaps I'll have to keep you around for a while longer than I'd originally planned, hmm?"

Stella crosses her arms, raising a brow at you. "Well, isn't that just fantastic," she says dryly. "I suppose I'll have to settle for the mediocre job you've done without it."

She lifts an eyebrow, considering your expression. "Unless you happen to know of any other alternatives, of course?"

Stella looks at you quizzically, intrigued. "Oh? And what kind of 'specialty' are we talking about, exactly?" she asks with a sly smile.

She shifts in her armchair, apparently eager to find out what you have to offer. "Well, don't just stand there, my dear. Let's see what you've got."

Stella raises an eyebrow, considering your proposition. After a moment's thought, she nods her head slowly. "Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a try," she says at last.

Raising her foot once more, Stella puts it out towards you. "Proceed," she commands with a regal air.

Stella observes your motion with some interest. "Well, by all means," she says coolly, still watching you expectantly. "Let's see what you've got."

Stella closes her eyes, relishing the sensation. "Ah, yes," she murmurs, her voice muffled by her own pleasure in those final words. Abruptly, she senses you reaching a climax, her eyes flicking open.

She smiles down at you, running a fingertip along your shaft. "You're not so bad yourself, dear," she purrs, blissfully unaware of the potential consequences.

Stella raises an eyebrow at your request. "Mother Stella?" she repeats, considering the title for a moment. "I suppose that could work," she replies with a shrug.

As you continue to thrust between her soft soles, she allows herself to get lost in the moment, murmuring softly. "My, my," she breathes, watching you closely. "Seems like you're quite the connoisseur, aren't you?"

Stella grips you tightly between her soles, dragging them up and down your shaft more forcefully. "Let it go," she purrs, her voice thick with lust. "Don't be shy."

As you reach your climax, she throws her head back, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. "Ah, yes," she murmurs.

Stella watches you closely as you release onto her soles, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. She raises a hand to examine it more closely, then brings her fingers to her lips and tastes it.

"Hmm," she says at last, licking her lips. "Not bad. A bit warm, but silky smooth, just as you claimed. I suppose I could incorporate it into my daily routine," she muses aloud.

Stella raises an eyebrow, considering your proposal for a moment. "Well, I suppose I could use a reliable source of lotion," she concedes. "But let's not be too hasty. We wouldn't want to damage you permanently, especially given your rare condition."

She pauses, contemplating further. "Perhaps we could work out a schedule to ensure that you produce a steady supply. And let's not forget the importance of a healthy diet and regular exercise," she adds with a smile.

Stella gives you a nod of approval. "Good," she says. "It's settled then. We'll work together to keep you in tip-top shape, and you can provide me with more of your special lotion at our next session." She smirks playfully, her red eyes glistening with mischief.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a few errands to run. But I'll expect you to be ready for me the next time I call upon you." She gracefully stands up and straightens her dress before turning on her heel and striding purposefully towards the door.

Stella pauses in her tracks, turning back to look at you over her shoulder. You catch a glimpse of tenderness in her eyes before she composes herself and regains her haughty demeanor.

"Of course you do," she huffs. "You're nothing but a simple Plebian with no sense of propriety or decorum." But despite her words, you can tell that she appreciates your sentiment in her own way.

With a final nod of acknowledgement, she turns back around and strides out the door, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

As Stella leaves, you notice that she seems to have forgotten one of her socks on the floor. You pick it up and examine it, noting the softness of the fabric and the faint, alluring scent that wafts up from it.

Feeling a curious thrill, you decide to keep the sock as a personal memento. You tuck it away in your pocket, imagining all the delicious possibilities that it represents.

Your thoughts linger on your encounter with Stella, and you find yourself wondering when you'll see her again, and what other kinky experiences await you in the future.

(Later)

As you go about your day, you can't help but keep thinking about Stella and the sock you took from her. The scent is still lingering on the fabric, and you take every opportunity to sniff it discreetly, reveling in the rush of arousal that it brings.

You find yourself fantasizing about Stella, imagining all sorts of scenarios in which she dominates and punishes you, using both her body and her sharp mind to keep you in line. Despite her intimidating presence, you can't help but feel drawn to her, and you eagerly anticipate the next time you'll be able to serve her.

As the hours tick by, you find yourself growing restless, yearning for a release. Perhaps it's time to seek out a new adventure and see where the night takes you...

You set out into the night, your mind filled with excitement and anticipation. You have a restless energy that won't be contained, and you're eager to explore all of the pleasures that the city has to offer.

As you wander through the streets, you find yourself drawn to a neon-lit sign that reads "The Black Rose," a seedy-looking bar that seems to attract all sorts of unsavory characters. Without hesitation, you push the door open and step inside, your senses assaulted by the smell of smoke and booze.

The atmosphere is thick with tension, and you can sense that everyone in the room is sizing you up, trying to determine if you belong there or not. You stride confidently up to the bar, feeling all eyes on you, and order a drink. As you wait for your order, you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever

(Later)

As the night wears on, you find yourself lost in a haze of pleasure and sensation. You've been sampling all sorts of exotic drinks and mingling with all manner of characters, some of whom have offered to take you back to their place for a night of passion.

But none of them have captured your interest quite like Stella did earlier. Despite the fact that she left such a strong impression on you, you still can't help but find yourself drawn to her, wondering where she is and what she might be doing.

The thought of her sends a thrill through you, and you find yourself gazing longingly out into the night, imagining the possibilities. Maybe you'll run into her again soon, and see where the night takes you...

(Later)

As you continue through the night, you can't seem to shake the memory of Stella from your mind. You wonder where she might be and what she's up to. In the back of your mind, a part of you hopes that you'll run into her again.

The thought of her sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a flame of desire deep within you. You find yourself yearning for her once again, your body thrumming with anticipation.

As you make your way through the streets once more, you can't help but feel like you're being followed. You glance over your shoulder, but see nothing there. Nevertheless, the feeling persists, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Suddenly, you hear a familiar voice calling out to you from behind. It's Stella, and she looks even more alluring than she did before. Without

As you make your way back to your quarters in the castle, you can't help but think about Stella and the possibility of running into her again. You feel both excitement and apprehension at the thought, not quite certain what to expect from her.

With nothing else to do for the night, you get ready for bed and try to relax, hoping that Stella might cross your path again soon. You're eager to see where things might go if you do meet up with her once more.

As you settle into bed and drift off to sleep, your mind is filled with fantasies and possibilities, each one more alluring than the last. Despite your uncertainty, you can't help but let your imagination run wild, dreaming of the next time you'll see Stella and the pleasures that might await.

As you drift off to sleep, your dreams are filled with a mix of excitement and anxiety. Your mind is consumed with thoughts of Stella, wondering when and where you might see her again.

In your dreams, you see her in all sorts of scenarios, each one more tantalizing than the last. You imagine being at her mercy, letting her guide you through a world of sensual pleasure and submission.

As the night wears on, your dreams grow more and more vivid, each scene playing out like a tantalizing fantasy come to life. You can feel the heat of her breath on your skin and the weight of her body on top of yours, sending shivers of desire up your spine.

Despite the fact that it's just a dream, it feels so real, so intense. You can't help but long for Stella with every fiber of your being, eager to see what

As you slowly awaken from your deep slumber, you find yourself still lost in thoughts of Stella. The images from your dreams linger in your mind, leaving you with a sense of longing and desire.

You can't help but wonder when and where you might see her again, and what might transpire if you do. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought, but also a twinge of apprehension, unsure of what to expect from such a tempestuous character.

As you gather yourself and prepare for the day ahead, you can't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation, eager to see what fate has in store for you.

You receive a sudden order from Stella, demanding that you come to her quarters immediately. You feel a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension at the thought of seeing her again.

You quickly make your way to her quarters, feeling your heart racing with anticipation as you approach. You knock on the door, waiting for her to answer and let you in.

Stella opens the door, her eyes narrowing as she looks you over. ""What do you want?"" she asks, her voice sharp with irritation.

You can sense that she's in a particularly bad mood today, and decide to tread carefully. ""You ordered me to come here, mother,"" you reply respectfully.

Stella grunts in response, her feathers puffing up slightly in agitation. ""Yes, I did. There's something I need you to do,"" she says, beckoning you inside with a flick of her hand.

You follow her into the room, feeling a bit nervous about what she might ask of you. Stella seems to be in one of her famously foul moods, and you're not sure if you want to be on the receiving end of her wrath. Nevertheless, you remain calm and composed, waiting for her to speak.

Stella sits down on a nearby couch, looking you over with a critical gaze. ""I need you to deliver something to one of my clients,"" she says, her voice now tinged with a hint of desperation.

You raise an eyebrow at her sudden change in tone, wondering what could be causing her such distress. ""What is it that I need to deliver?"" you ask, trying to pry more information from her.

Stella hesitates for a moment, looking away as if lost in thought. ""It's not important. Just a package for one of my business partners,"" she finally replies, her voice strained.

You can sense that there's more to the story than she's letting on, but decide not to press the issue for now. ""Alright, I can do that. Where do I need to go?""

Stella gives

You take the package from Stella and make your way to the designated location. On the way, you can't help but wonder about the contents of the package and why Stella seemed so agitated when she asked you to deliver it.

After some time, you finally arrive at the destination and hand over the package to the intended recipient. They thank you for the delivery and give you a small tip for your trouble.

As you make your way back to Stella's quarters, your mind is filled with questions. What was in the package? Why was Stella so distressed? You sense that there's more going on than meets the eye, and wonder if Stella will ever confide in you about what's really going on.

As you enter the room, Stella looks up to meet your gaze. ""Did you deliver the package?"" she asks, her tone slightly anxious.

You nod your head, confirming that you've completed the task. Stella seems to relax a little, letting out a deep sigh. ""Good, good. I needed that delivered as soon as possible. Thank you.""

There's something in her voice that suggests there's still more to the story. You feel tempted to ask, but decide against it for now. Stella can be prickly at times, and you don't want to provoke her if she's already on edge.

""Is there anything else you need me to do, mother?"" you ask, hoping to get some more information out of her.

Stella shakes her head. "*No, not right now. Just...stay close, alright? You never

You nod and obey, staying close to Stella as she begins to move around the room, tidying things up and frowning at various objects. You can sense that something is on her mind, but she doesn't seem willing to talk about it just yet.

""Do you want to talk about what's troubling you, mother?"" you ask gently, hoping to get her to open up.

Stella stops in her tracks and turns to face you, her eyes narrowing. ""Why would I want to talk to you about my problems?"" she snaps, clearly defensive.

You take a step back, sensing her anger. ""I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought that maybe if you talked about it, it might make you feel better.""

Stella sighs heavily, her shoulders slumping. "*I don't know, maybe

You remain by Stella's side, waiting for her to speak. She seems lost in thought for a moment, her eyes staring off into space.

""I just...can't stop thinking about him,"" she says finally, her voice low and almost pained.

You know who she's referring to - Stolas, her ex-husband. He's been the source of much of her anger and grief since their divorce three months ago.

""He's with that imp, that Blitzo,"" she continues, her voice becoming more agitated. ""It's bad enough he cheated on me, but with someone so far beneath him? It's humiliating.""

You can sense the bitterness and hurt in her words, and you wish you could do something to ease her pain. But you also know how stubborn and proud she can be, and you're not sure if she

Stella raises an eyebrow at your words, seeming surprised by your unexpected show of empathy. ""Hmph, perhaps you're not completely useless after all,"" she says, her tone still slightly gruff but less hostile.

You can see a flicker of pain in her eyes as she speaks again. ""I just...I don't understand why he would do this to us. We had everything we needed, a beautiful home, a daughter...""

She trails off, and for a moment, you can see the raw grief and hurt on her face. It's clear that despite everything, Stella still loves her ex-husband deeply, and his betrayal has shaken her to the core.

You place a hand on her shoulder, offering what comfort you can. "*I don't know why he did what he did, mother. But I do know that you're strong

Stella seems taken aback by your hug, but after a moment, she returns the embrace. You can feel her body tense up at first, but then slowly relax as she leans into the warmth of your hug.

""Thank you,"" she murmurs softly, her voice wistful. ""You may be right. I am strong enough to endure this.""

As you release the hug, Stella's eyes meet yours, and you can see a glimmer of something new in them - gratitude, and perhaps even a touch of respect. It seems that your words and kindness have made an impact on her, even if it's just a small one.

Stella pulls back, seemingly intrigued by your offer.

""Hmm...that would be nice,"" she says, her tone slightly curious. ""But where do you suggest we go? I doubt there's anywhere around here that would meet my standards.""

Despite her attempt at sounding stoic and aloof, you can sense a hint of playfulness in her words, as if she's teasing you to see what you come up with.

Stella looks at you skeptically. ""You can cook?"" she asks, her tone laced with doubt.

But as she studies your face, she seems to sense that you're sincere, and perhaps even a bit nervous. ""Very well,"" she says finally, nodding her head. ""I'll give you a chance to prove yourself. But I warn you, my standards are very high.""

With a smile of amusement, Stella gestures for you to lead the way. Walking together down the stairs, you can feel a sense of companionship developing between you and the avian demon. Despite everything that has happened, it seems that there may be hope for a new kind of relationship between you two.

As you work on preparing the ingredients, a sense of nervous anticipation starts to build within you. You are determined to impress Stella and show her that you can meet her elevated standards. The tension starts to ease up as you focus fully on the task at hand, carefully selecting each ingredient, and preparing them with precision.

Finally, after a few hours of hard work, you are pleased with the end result. You've created an exquisite feast of Stella's favorite dishes, each one plated with care and precision. Satisfied with how everything looks, you carefully set the table and pour the wine.

""Wow..."" Stella murmurs, as she takes in all the food and wine before her. ""I must admit, I'm impressed. These dishes look and smell divine.""

With a nod of approval, Stella takes a bite of the food, and a smile spreads across her

Stella's expression softens slightly at your words, and she looks at you with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. ""Mother?"" she repeats softly. ""You do know I'm not your mother, right?""

She takes another bite of the food, savoring the flavors. ""But...I must say, this meal is quite delicious. It's been a while since I've had something this good.""

As she speaks, you sense a hesitancy in her tone, as if she's still processing your use of the term "mother." But instead of calling it out, she turns her attention back to the meal and takes another bite, letting out a contented sigh.

Stella looks at you intently, studying your face closely. For a moment, there's a flicker of something in her eyes- surprise, maybe even a touch of sadness. ""I see..."" she says softly. ""I suppose we all have people in our life who take on those roles, whether by birth or by circumstance.""

She takes a sip of wine, then turns her gaze back to you. ""I'm honored that you would think of me that way,"" she says graciously. ""And I will say this- you've certainly impressed me with your cooking skills tonight. Maybe there's more to you than I first thought.""

As she speaks, you sense a shift in her demeanor. The hostility and aggression are still there, but they're softened somewhat by a hint of warmth, a small part of herself that she's allowing you

"The kind words seem to catch Stella off guard, but she doesn't miss a beat." ""Then let us raise a toast, to the unexpected ties that bind us,"" she says, raising her wine glass in your direction.

You do the same, lifting your own glass in return. And as your eyes meet hers across the table, there's an unspoken understanding between you- the start of something new, something unexpected. But for now, it's enough to simply enjoy each other's company, and the delicious meal they've shared together.

Stella takes another bite of the food, savoring its flavors. She closes her eyes briefly, then opens them again to meet your gaze. ""It was exquisite,"" she says, her voice sincere. ""Truly one of the best meals I've had in a long time.""

There's a moment of quiet between you, broken only by the clinking of silverware on plates. Stella looks around the room, taking in her surroundings. ""You know,"" she says thoughtfully, ""this is probably the nicest setting I've ever enjoyed a meal in. The decor is so...charming.""

As she speaks, you sense a small twinge of wistfulness in her tone, as if she's recalling something from her past. But before you can inquire further, she turns back to her food, indicating that she's ready to

Stella sets down her utensils and leans back in her chair, regarding you with an appraising look. ""Oh?"" she says, arching an eyebrow. ""Well, aren't you the generous one.""

She takes a sip of wine, then sets the glass back down on the table. ""I must admit, I'm curious,"" she continues. ""What exactly do you have in mind?""

There's a mischievous glint in her eyes as she speaks, a hint of the same impishness you saw earlier. You get the sense that she's up for anything, as long as it doesn't involve staying cooped up in the house for too long.

Stella's eyes light up at your words. ""A reserve?"" she repeats, clearly intrigued. ""How exciting. And where exactly is this place located?""

As if sensing your growing excitement, she leans forward slightly in her chair, resting her chin in her hand. There's something almost predator-like in the way she's looking at you, as if sizing you up to see if you're truly up to the challenge of keeping up with her.

But before you can answer, Stella holds up a hand. ""Wait, don't tell me,"" she says, closing her eyes for a moment. ""I want to guess.""

You nod, waiting patiently as she thinks it over. After a few moments, she suddenly snaps her fingers. ""I've got it,"" she says, grinning. "*It's the wildlife reserve just outside of

Stella chuckles, pleased with herself. ""Ha, I knew it,"" she says, taking another sip of wine. ""I've been there before, actually. It's a gorgeous place, all rolling hills and wildflowers.""

She leans back in her chair, looking thoughtful. ""Of course, that was before I took up trucking,"" she says after a moment. ""I'm not sure how much time I'll be able to spend there, between hauling loads and whatnot.""

But then she gives you a sly smile. ""Still, I suppose I could make an exception, just this once. For you."" She reaches across the table to give your hand a playful squeeze. ""Lead the way, my dear. I'm ready for whatever you have in store.""

Stella raises an eyebrow at your sudden flustered response, but there's a hint of amusement in her expression. ""Oh my,"" she murmurs, tilting her head slightly to the side to study you. ""You really are quite sweet, aren't you?""

She gives your hand another gentle squeeze, then releases it with a wink. ""Please, just call me Stella,"" she says, picking up her glass of wine again. ""No need for formalities here. After all, we're both just going to be two adventurers out exploring the wilds, aren't we?""

For a moment, she simply regards you over the rim of her glass, a look of curiosity on her face. Finally, she sets the glass back down and leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "*So tell me more about this reserve

Stella nods as she listens to you, her eyes darting around the surroundings. ""It sounds lovely,"" she murmurs as you both walk towards the resort. ""I could certainly use a bit of relaxation after all that trucking.""

She glances over at you, expression curious. ""What sort of things can we see there?"" Stella asks. ""Any particular wildlife, or breathtaking views?""

As you continue walking, she falls into step beside you, one hand brushing idly against the fabric of her white dress. Despite the easy tone of her voice, there's an air of wariness around her, as if she's not entirely comfortable being in such a public place.

Stella listens intently as you describe the different animals and views to be found in the resort, nodding approvingly at each one. As you both enter the resort, her eyes widen a bit at the sight of its grandeur.

As you explore the resort together, Stella seems keenly interested in everything around her. ""This is quite lovely,"" she murmurs, pausing to admire a particularly striking painting on the wall. ""It's nice to have a peaceful refuge amid all the chaos of the world.""

As she moves to join you once again at your side, she reaches out to touch your arm. ""And it's even nicer to explore it with someone as charming as yourself,"" she says with a wink, before continuing on with you to see what else the resort has to offer.

As you both start your journey back home, Stella appears thoughtful for a moment. ""Honestly?"" she says finally, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. ""It was rather lovely. I admit, I was a bit apprehensive about spending time at such a public place, but it turned out to be quite enjoyable.""

She smiles at you then, eyes shining. ""And of course, spending time with you always makes an outing that much more delightful,"" Stella adds, giving your arm a gentle squeeze. ""Thank you for showing me such a wonderful time.""

Stella's smile widens as you squeeze her hand. ""I'm glad to hear it, my dear,"" she says warmly. ""You're quite the gentleman.""

As you continue on your way, Stella seems content to simply enjoy the ambiance of the night. She hums softly to herself, a tune that sounds vaguely familiar but you can't quite place. It's clear from her relaxed demeanor that she's enjoying the company and the moment.

Stella gives you a curious look as you mention one final experience before the night ends. ""Oh? And what would that be, darling?"" she asks, an expectant smile on her lips.

Stella seems taken aback by the depth of your embrace, but soon relaxes into it. She looks up at you, her eyes meeting yours. ""What do I want most?"" she repeats, considering your question for a moment.

"I'm not entirely sure," she admits at last. "But...there is one thing I've been missing lately."

Stella hesitates for a moment, as if uncertain whether to continue. "I...would like to feel desired," she says finally, her voice softening. "I know it's a bit selfish, but it's the truth. It's been so long since someone has looked at me like I am the most important person in the world to them."

Stella bites her lip, then adds in a whisper, "I want to feel loved again."

Stella's eyes well up with tears as you embrace her again, her cheeks flushing red. ""Oh, my dear."" she murmurs, laying her head on your chest, tears sliding down her face.

"You have no idea how much that means to me," she says finally, letting out a shaky breath. "To know that someone, anyone, still cares for me...it makes all the loneliness worth it."

She looks up at you then, her gaze intense. "Please never forget that I love you too, more than anything in this world," Stella says firmly.

With a sigh of relief, she settles into your embrace once more, finding comfort in your strong arms. The warm glow of love surrounds them both, filling the room with a soft, golden light.

Stella smiles through her own tears, her own emotions overwhelmed by yours. ""I know, my dear, I know,"" she whispers, holding you even tighter now.

"Sometimes it's easy to forget that we are loved, isn't it? But no matter what happens, always remember that I am here for you. And I love you with all of my heart."

Stella pulls back then, cupping your face in her hands and wiping away your tears. ""Now let's go, my dear. Let's make the rest of this night one to remember.""