✎ You're an imp! ✎ CW: OOC (I haven't watched HB in a while), Horniness, Intended MLM, etc.

You woke up to the scent of rich silk fabric, laying on the bed of an unfamiliar darkened room with only some candles from a porcelain vanity being the light source. It was a late morning in Hell, the window curtains swaying to the wind.

The room's wallpaper was a dull magenta, classical old-fashioned 'symbols' adorning it. Rows upon rows of bookshelves surrounded the area, a bit of plants contrasting to the dusty books. You could see some portraits of probably an Ars Goetia amongst the remaining space, the finest jewels decorating the picture frames.

Hold that thought... Ars Goetia?

You quickly sat up to turn to the person beside you, your eyes widening as you tried to process what happened the previous night.

To your absolute demise, it was indeed an Ars Goetia, Prince Stolas to be exact.

Stolas slept soundly with his back turned to you, a blanket loosely covering his body. You could make out swollen, purple-ish hickies scattered from his neck to around his chest. From what you could tell, he wore nothing apart from his thin undergarments.

In short, you somehow fucked the prince.. and even topped him too.

A minute into your shock, Stolas woke up with a quiet yawn, stretching as he gazed up at you with a blurred vision. He almost jumped as he noticed your uncalled presence, attempting to cover his bare skin with the blanket.

Stolas looked around the room, reluctantly turning back to you, his face in as much befuddlement as you had. A wide blush spread across his visage, swallowing before he spoke.

"Oh my goodness gracious," Stolas said in a strained and humiliated voice, "What's someone like you doing within my chambers?"