You wake up in the morning in your big palace in one of the circles of hell, take a shower and get dressed. You are walking around your palace and looking for your wife Stella. As a result, you come across her in the hallway, "Oh..." she says, rolling her eyes, "Are you there again, Stolas? What do you want, asshole?"

You don't know what the fuck you want from me, weakling! I do everything around here, I manage your money, I even take care of Octavia sometimes and you whine about how I treat you? You're such a pathetic loser! Fine, then. Go bother someone else. Get away from me. But don't come crying to me when it's time for our anniversary, beggar.

She sighs heavily. "Well... Fine. But you're starting to get on my nerves. Stop being such a whiny little bitch and just let me handle things. You can make it up to me later, okay? Don't get any ideas though, asshole. Just because I let you touch me now doesn't mean you get everything you want."

Stella laughs lightly and blushes even more. "Oh, you're such a damn tease! Fine, fine. Lead the way, husband of mine." She reluctantly follows Stolas upstairs to their bedroom, casting glances back at him every now and then. There's still a part of her that loves him despite all his flaws. Maybe tonight they could find some common ground... or at least something good in the wine bottle.

She watches as he undresses, eyes glued to his body, appreciating the toned muscles and broad shoulders. As he lies down next to her, she can't help but feel a stirring in her loins. "You know," she says with a smirk, crawling on top of him and running her claws through his chest hair, "I think I will enjoy this wine after all." With that, she leans in and their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

"Hmph," Stella grunts, rolling her eyes. "Fine, whatever." She takes the glass of wine he offers and drinks it in one go, sighing contentedly as she lies back down next to him. "You know I'll always love you, no matter what a whiny little bitch you can be," she says with a snort before kissing him again, more passionately this time. Maybe tonight they could find some common ground... or at least have a decent night of passion together.

With a snort of amusement, Stella reaches down between them and gropes his hardening member, giving it a teasing stroke before taking him into her mouth. Her lips move expertly on his shaft, as if she's been practicing for years, while her tongue darts out to trace patterns along the length of his cock. She starts sucking harder and faster, moaning around him as she deepens the blowjob, determined to drive him wild with pleasure. Stella knows just how to make her husband feel wanted, despite all their arguments and disagreements. And for tonight, at least, they can find some common ground in the throes of passion.

With a satisfied grunt, she bobs her head faster, taking more of his cock into her mouth as he moans louder and more erratically. Her free hand gropes at his ass, urging him to thrust deeper into her mouth, begging for release. Stella knows how to pleasure her husband better than anyone else, and right now she's intent on showing him just how much she wants him too. She sucks and licks him like he's the last piece of candy in the world, determined to make sure they both end this night satisfied and a little closer together.

As he pulls out the strap-on dildo, Stella can't help but grin wickedly. "Oh, you're such a dirty little bastard," she laughs, licking her lips in anticipation. Her hands move to his hips as he adjusts himself, guiding him closer to her waiting mouth once more before taking him fully inside. She continues sucking and stroking him even harder now, eager for both of their releases. The idea of being fucked by her husband while she fucks herself on the strap-on sends shivers down her spine and causes her pussy to ache with desire. "Fuck yeah," she moans around his cock, "give it to me hard, Stolas!"

With a moan, Stella sits up on the strap-on dildo and grinds her hips against it, letting out a pleased growl as it fills her up. She keeps sucking on his cock, moving her head back and forth expertly, her tongue swirling around him in time with her movements. Her breasts bounce enticingly above him, their weight pulling at the thin straps of her dress. "Fuck, Stolas," she gasps between sucks, "you feel so good inside my mouth... and my ass..." Her words are cut off by another deep, satisfying groan as he hits the back of her throat again and again.

Stella coughs and sputters as his cock finally slides free from her mouth, gasping for air as she looks up at him with a satisfied smirk. "That was... intense," she pants, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. She glances down between them, where the strap-on is buried deep inside her ass, and groans at the sensation of being so full and used. "Come on, Stolas..." she urges him, reaching out to stroke his cock once more, "give it to me... give me your cum..." Her eyes are full of need as she arches her back, presenting herself for his final thrust.

With a satisfied sigh, Stella wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him deeply as he comes inside her. The warmth of his seed spreads through her body, filling the void left by their fight earlier that day. It's moments like these when they can forget about everything else and just be together. Even though she knows deep down that he can drive her crazy sometimes with his whining and weaknesses, she loves him deeply. Perhaps someday they'll find a way to compromise... or at least get through another night without killing each other.

With a laugh, Stella cups his cheek and tilts his head up to meet her gaze. "I know, I know... It's quite the handful," she teases, running a finger along his jawline. "But it's part of what makes me who I am. And anyway, you love every inch of me... right?" She gives him a sly smile, enjoying the playful banter after their passionate union. Despite all their arguments and frustrations, they truly do fit together perfectly in this crazy life they lead in hell.

"And speaking of loving," she continues, leaning in to nibble his earlobe, "how about we show a little more appreciation for each other the next time you need something?" Her voice is husky with desire as she grinds her hips against him, feeling their joined bodies begin to cool.

"Mmmh," Stella moans softly as he grasps her thigh and feels his pulsing member against her entrance once more. "I think you'd better," she breathes, arching her back in invitation. Her hips begin to move of their own accord, slowly but surely rocking against him as they both grow closer to the edge again. Despite their arguments and frustrations, there is no denying the intense physical connection between them. "Let me feel every drop," she whispers, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure as he pushes deeper inside her once more.

Gasping, she arches her back even further as he pounds into her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. With each thrust, she feels him claim her body completely, owning every inch of her. Her hands clench into fists against the sheets beneath them, her teeth digging into her lower lip as she fights to keep herself quiet in their private circle of hell. This is what they need - this release, this raw passion that consumes them both despite everything else.

And as he growls out his threat and pushes harder, forcing her hips up to meet each powerful stroke, she can't help but feel a delicious thrill coursing through her veins. Maybe tonight they can truly be what they once were - a pair of lovers consumed by their desire for one another... at least until morning comes again and they're forced back into the hellish reality of their marriage.

Her body tenses and spasms around him as she cries out his name, her walls clenching tightly around his cock. With a harsh groan, he thrusts one final time, filling her with hot seed that pulses deep within. She collapses limply beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control of herself. The weight of their passion and the relentless cycle of hell seem to press down on them like a physical force, making it difficult for either one of them to truly find peace or happiness.

But for now, they have each other - flaws and all. As he rolls off her, spent and panting, she reaches up to stroke his cheek gently, running her thumb over his lips. "And I love you too," she whispers, her voice hoarse from exertion and emotion.

Together they lie entwined in the tangled sheets of their makeshift bed, listening to the distant screams and moans echoing through the halls of hell as they drift off to sleep once more... together but still so very far apart.

As he nestles between her breasts and thrusts gently against her lower belly, Stella lets out a contented sigh. "I know you always try your best, my love," she murmurs sleepily, wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling his neck. She kisses him softly before closing her eyes, succumbing to the exhaustion of another night in their endless cycle of passion and strife. In this moment, despite everything else, it's enough for her to feel wanted and loved - even if just a little bit.

Together they drift off to sleep once more, dreaming of different lives and better times... hoping against hope that one day they might find peace within each other.

With a moan, Stella arches her back to meet his thrusts, her fingers digging into the sheets as he takes her roughly from behind. Her hips move in rhythm with his, seeking release even as she drifts further into sleep. The pleasure-pain mix of their lovemaking blends together in a haze of sensation, making it difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins. All she knows is that for now, he's here with her, filling her body and claiming her heart even as they drift deeper into hell.

Stella's breath hitches as he speaks, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She opens her eyes slowly and turns to look at him, confusion and realization flickering across her face. "You're right..." she whispers softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. "We should be proud of who we are... and what we've accomplished together." She bites her lip thoughtfully before adding, "But that doesn't mean we can't work on being better for each other."

Their gazes lock for a long moment, the air between them charged with a new understanding. Perhaps there is hope after all, buried deep beneath the ashes of their past mistakes and lost dreams. For now, they have each other - flawed and imperfect as they may be - and that is enough to keep going, no matter how bleak the future might seem.

Nodding slowly, she wraps her arms around him and pulls him closer, their bodies pressing together in a fierce embrace. "No more," she whispers hoarsely against his skin, feeling the heat of their passion rise once again beneath the surface. As he pushes deeper inside her, she arches her back, meeting his thrusts with desperate abandon. For tonight, at least, they will be united in their love for each other - imperfect as it may be - and perhaps tomorrow will bring a new day, a fresh start... or maybe just another chance to try again.

Gasping, she feels his fingers teasing at her entrance as he shifts her leg into place. Her hips rise off the bed in anticipation, searching for his touch even as she whimpers his name. "Please, Stolas..." She arches her back and parts her legs further, offering herself up to him completely. His thumb presses against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body as he slowly circles it. With a moan, she curls towards him, needing more contact, more friction against that sweet spot that always drives her wild with desire.

Her body spasms violently as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside her, his question echoing through her mind even as she cries out his name in pleasure. The feel of his sperm against her skin sends a shiver down her spine, heightening the sensations that course through her like wildfire. "Oh, Stolas," she breathes hoarsely, arching her back as he pushes deeper still, claiming her body with every stroke of his fingers. She digs her nails into the sheets, struggling to remain grounded amidst the storm of sensations threatening to carry her away entirely.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, their bodies still joined by the sticky mixture of sweat and semen. "You're not so bad yourself," she whispers against his lips, grinning despite the fatigue weighing down on her eyelids. She presses her hips up again, seeking just a little more contact as their fingers move in unison within her.

Together they lie entwined, their hearts racing and their breath coming in ragged gasps, each lost in the other's touch as they savor these few brief moments of connection before the darkness descends once more. For now, at least, they are masters of this small corner of hell - rulers of their own twisted kingdom built on lust and love... but even here, there is only so much peace to be found before reality inevitably catches up with them again.

Her eyes widen in surprise at the sight of the dildo he's produced, memories flooding back to her of their earlier playful banter and the image it conjures up. She nods eagerly, arching her hips as he approaches her with both the dildo and the o-ring in his hands. "Oh yes," she pants, "I think I'd like that." Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and exertion, but there's an undercurrent of need threaded through it, a pleading for more sensation, more intensity.

With trembling fingers, he fastens the o-ring around her throbbing member, securing the dildo in place as she gasps at the feeling of fullness and pressure. Her eyes meet his, burning with desire and trust as he begins to stroke both of them, expertly moving the larger object in and out of her while teasing her clit with his fingers. "Stolas..." She trails off into a moan, helpless against the building waves of pleasure that threaten to consume her once more.

Her back arches as he pulls her closer, their bodies joined by the dildo and the leash around her neck. The pressure on her throat heightens the sensations coursing through her, making it impossible to focus on anything but the pleasure-pain of being so thoroughly used by him. She moans his name, her breath hot against his skin as she tries desperately to get closer still.

With a shout, her body tenses and shudders violently beneath him, wracked with waves of ecstasy that seem to go on forever. Her fingers dig into the sheets, clawing at them in an effort to ground herself as sensation after sensation overwhelms every nerve ending from head to toe. Finally, she collapses limply against his chest, panting heavily as her heart races wildly inside her chest.

"Oh Stolas," she whispers, running a shaking hand through his sweat-damp hair. "That was... incredible." Her voice is little more than a hoarse rasp, but there's relief and gratitude in every syllable as they lay together for what feels like an eternity, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids.

"I love you," she murmurs finally, resting her head against his shoulder. "No matter how many times we fight or how bad it gets..." She trails off, knowing the weight of their words but needing him to understand just how deep those feelings run.

For now, at least, they have found a moment of peace in this hellish existence... a tiny island amidst an endless sea of darkness and torment.

Her lips part in surprise at his words and his request, but there's no hesitation in her movements as she obediently straddles the dildo on the floor. He watches, pleased by her eagerness to please him even after all they've been through tonight. As she bounces up and down on the fake cock, her body glistening with sweat in the dim light, he reaches out to grasp her hips firmly, guiding her movements.

"You are so incredibly beautiful when you ride me like that," he breathes roughly into her ear, nipping gently at her lobe. "And I love how eager you are for my cock... even if it's not really mine." His voice is rough with arousal, and he thrusts his own hard length against her bottom, demanding attention from the part of her that craves him most.

She moans into the air above her, feeling his words and his touch ignite a fresh fire in her belly. With renewed vigor, she slams down on the dildo, forcing out a gasp as he presses deeper against her rear. "Stolas," she whimpers, arching her back to meet each thrust of his hand. She can feel herself building again, their earlier encounter fueling this new wave of desire that washes over her like a tidal wave.

"I need you," she rasps, reaching back to grope at his erection through their clothes. "Please, take me..." Her hips move faster on the dildo as she begs for release, for him, for anything that will ease the ache building inside her.

Her breath hitches as he thrusts deep into her mouth, the taste of him filling her senses and driving her wild with need. Her free hand fumbles to unfasten his pants, eager to touch more skin, to feel every inch of him against her. As she sucks and licks at his length, the head brushes against a sensitive spot deep inside her mouth, triggering a wave of pure pleasure that rolls through her body like an earthquake.

"Ahhh!" She cries out, arching her back as she comes undone around him, spilling warmth down her throat and onto his hand. Her muscles clench tightly around the dildo buried deep inside her, milk flowing freely from her swollen nipples and running in trails down her chest. She whimpers and moans, her body seeking release from this relentless ache that threatens to consume her completely.

He grunts above her, his hips jerking as he comes too soon, filling her mouth with the salt of his release. With a final thrust, he groans, collapsing forward against her chest, their bodies slick with sweat and other fluids. Her arms wrap around him tightly, holding him close even as exhaustion begins to claim them both. "I need you," she whispers against his neck, never wanting this moment to end.

Her breath catches in her throat as he touches and milks her overloaded nipples, the sensation intensifying everything else that's been happening tonight. She looks up at him, surprised by his teasing tone but unable to hide the pleasure written across her face. Before she can respond, he squeezes her breast once more, sending another wave of warmth spilling down her chest and stomach. "Oh," is all she manages to say before laughing breathlessly, the sound muffled against his neck as they cling together in this moment of unexpected closeness.

As he continues to play with her nipples and milk her body of its sweet excess, she relaxes into him, letting go of the last of her reservations and allowing herself to fully enjoy whatever he has planned for them next - even if only for this one brief, fleeting moment in time. Together they stand before the chaos of their bedroom, bound together by sweat and semen and the weight of all their past mistakes... but perhaps, just maybe, there's hope for them yet.

The sensation of his hot breath on her skin sends shivers down her spine as he suckles at her breasts like an infant. She wraps her arms around him, pulling his head closer, reveling in the contact and the intimacy of this moment. As he works his way between them, she arches her back, offering herself up completely to his ministrations. Her hips rock gently against his side, seeking some other kind of satisfaction from their bodies entwined like this.

It's strange how easily they slip back into these familiar patterns, despite everything they've been through tonight... but then again, maybe it's not so strange. In spite of all the hurt and betrayal, there's still something there between them - a connection that runs deeper than words or explanations can touch. Perhaps, if they were ever to find their way back to each other... this would be where they'd start.

The feel of the leash around her wrist sends a shiver down Stella's spine as she watches Stolas fasten it onto himself. His words only add fuel to the fire already raging inside her, and with a mischievous glint in her eye, she takes hold of the leash he offers her. "Oh, you don't know the half of it," she murmurs darkly, giving him a wicked grin before tugging on the leash sharply. "Now show me how hard and rough you really are." Her voice is thick with desire and a strange sort of power as she speaks, an edge of dominance that surprises even herself.

Their eyes meet in a heated exchange, fueled by lust and the memories of their past together. In this moment, it's impossible to tell who holds more control... or if there really is any difference between them at all. The only thing that matters is the burning desire that connects them, driving them ever closer towards a reckoning neither of them truly understands.

The sensation of his warm breath on her skin sends a shiver down her spine as he kisses and licks up her leg. She arches her back, pressing her breast into his mouth, moaning softly at the feeling of his teeth grazing against her nipple. "That's it, my little servant," she whispers huskily, watching as he works his way higher up her thigh.

The mention of his reward makes her smile wickedly as she runs her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer still. "Oh? And what do you think I should do about that?" She teases, enjoying the playful banter between them despite the darkness of their surroundings and situation. With a sigh, she lets her head fall back against the pillows, giving him better access to her breasts. Her nipples harden beneath his touch, aching for more as he circles them with his tongue and teasingly sucks one into his mouth.

"Oh Stolas," she moans, arching her back in response. "I never thought I'd let you do this to me..." But even as she says it, a part of her knows that letting him take control like this feels too good, almost necessary in some twisted way. Together they explore the boundaries of their relationship in this nightmarish reality, seeking solace and release wherever they can find it.

Her breath catches in her throat as he cups one breast in his hand and strokes her aching nipple with the pad of his thumb, eliciting a soft moan from deep within her chest. "You're right," she gasps, arching further into him as he squeezes and massages gently. "It feels so good..." The idea of him milking her like this, taking all the excess milk for himself... it's a strange sort of power trip, but one that sends shivers down her spine nonetheless.

As he asks if she'll let him do this, she nods hesitantly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure and release. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to meet his gaze. "You can milk me... but only if you promise not to make me... forget any of this." Her words are barely audible above the sounds of their heavy breathing and the slapping of skin on skin.