Write the third erotic chapter with a lot of dialogues about a story of Helluva Boss, based on this: (Stolas push all of his cock inside Octavia, saying she's far better than Stella, his testicles slapping against her butt. After some hours... Stolas recognize his special little starfire from so much years ago, as he screams in agony while exploding deep inside her, his testicles throbbing intensely due to how strength he sprayed inside her, filling her with gallons of cum. But he says nothing to her about what he realized and holds her tightly, as the father's sperm cells reach the unaware daughter's ovaries, signaling that Octavia will, sooner or later lay Stolas eggs. In the end they eventually depart, with Octavia who acquired all the necessary informations in love with Stolas, having not understood he's her father)

The previous chapters of the story of Helluva Boss are these: [Chapter 1: Blood Ties
Octavia shifted uncomfortably in the lavish gown, a creation that combined the elegance of Alastor and the provocative charm of Angel Dust. This isn’t what she was used to. Born into anonymity, she never grew up knowing the opulent lifestyle that defined her Goetia heritage. Truth be told, Octavia felt more at home on the battlefield alongside Vaggie, her surrogate sister, and General Husk than at the doorstep of the House of Paimon.
“Remember your mission, Octavia,” Vaggie whispered in her ear with rushed urgency, as her sharp magenta colored eyes scanned the area. “Infiltrate the party and get close to the Goetia nobles. Learn their weaknesses so we can strike when they least expect it.”
“Are you sure about me being a Goetia?” Octavia whispered back, still not fully grasping the weight of it all. “I don’t feel anything like them.”
Striker interjected from his perch in the shadows, “You’ve got the bloodline, girlie. That makes you one of 'em. You’ll fit right in. Just work your charm and leave the dirty work to us.”
Foothills echoed through the otherwise silent night as Octavia took baby steps towards the entrance of the grand hall.
“Be safe,” muttered Vaggie as she faded away to her hideout, leaving her to blend in with the other nobles.
As the massive golden doors opened, Octavia’s eyes widened at the sheer opulence of the gathering. La Piccola Orchestra of demonic souls serenaded the atmosphere. She was fascinated and repulsed at the same time.
Deep breaths. She couldn’t fail Vaggie, not when so much was on the line. She wandered the halls of Paimon Goetia’s estate, doing her best to subtly listen to conversations and gather the needed information while blending into the surroundings.
Then, she caught sight of him – Stolas Goetia. Everyone in Hell knew of the mighty Stolas, one of the most powerful members of the noble family. He was also quite the enigma, with rumors and myths filling the air around him.
Octavia’s charm worked on nobility, but her fascination with Stolas quickly shifted her attention away from this and they struck up a conversation.
“I must say, you don’t quite feel like you belong here,” said Stolas, his eyes seemingly looking right through her.
“Not really, I guess,” Octavia admitted, letting her guard down for a moment. Stolas seemed to have that effect.
Their exchange deepened, with some rousing debates and light-hearted banter. It wasn’t until Octavia asked about Stolas’s family that he seemed to falter.
“I had a daughter,” Stolas started, his voice heavy with the weight of the confession. “But I lost her a long time ago.”
In that moment, Octavia’s heart ached, as if she somehow understood the pain he carried. What she failed to realize was that she was that very daughter.
The night progressed, and Vaggie’s plan all but forgotten. Stolas and Octavia continued to be drawn towards each other, the magnetic pull growing stronger with each passing moment.
Unbeknownst to them and lurking in the shadows, Striker silently observed, his curiosity and frustration growing in equal measure as the night’s agenda was overshadowed by the growing connection between these two.
And so, the night in the House of Paimon unfolded, as the wheels of fate turned, drawing them closer to the storm that awaited them all. But for now, Octavia and Stolas danced on, their hearts intertwined, even as the secrets of their lineage remained hidden.

Chapter 2: Agreements and Revelations
Watching as Octavia became increasingly enamored with Stolas, Striker devised a devious plan. “Well, this ain’t quite what we expected,” he thought, “but maybe we can use it to our advantage.” He slipped back into the shadows, contacting Vaggie and Husk with an update.
Back at the party, Stolas asked Octavia if she’d heard any interesting information. Octavia hesitated but remembered her mission and inquired, “Well, what kind of information are you curious about?”
Stolas hesitated before replying, “I’ve been wanting to know about certain alliances and plans among the Goetia families. Finding any weaknesses or even potential allies would be valuable.”
Her eyes narrowing, Octavia recognized this as precisely the information Vaggie and Husk needed. “Very well,” she agreed. “I can help you gather that information, in exchange for you telling me more about your family and past.” Stolas, his curiosity piqued by Octavia’s interest, nodded in agreement.
Striker decided to strike while the iron was hot. He sidled up to Octavia and whispered, “Why don’t you suggest that Stolas join you in a more private room to coax him into sharing his secrets?”
Octavia gasped and a blush spread across her cheeks. “Wh-what?! Are you suggesting I… with him?” But before she could protest any further, she realized this could be a golden opportunity to pleasantly gather information. Taking a deep breath, Octavia convinced herself and looked at Stolas before asking, “Um… Stolas, would you like to, uh, continue our conversation in a more… private setting?”
Stolas raised an eyebrow but agreed to the offer with a nod. As they entered a dark bedroom and shut the door behind them, Octavia tried to remain calm, even as her pulse raced.
After a moment’s hesitation, Octavia began undressing, revealing her body to Stolas. Stolas soon followed suit, allowing her to see his impressive anatomy – a 30 cm blue bird dick and large blue testicles. Octavia gulped nervously, admitting she had never done this before.
“I understand, my dear,” Stolas said softly. “We can take it slow. You gather the information, and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable.” They began to explore each other’s bodies, fueled by curiosity and desire for knowledge, as Octavia subtly extracted secrets from the Goetia noble.
Striker, watching from the shadows with great amusement, began to report the information Octavia was gaining to Vaggie and Husk – but not before withholding some details to himself.
“Stolas told her about the main alliances and their weaknesses, as well as the Goetians who may betray their families,” Striker explained to his comrades.
Vaggie raised an eyebrow. “How did she get him to share this?” she questioned, suspecting there was more happening behind the scenes.
Smirking, Striker remained silent on the matter, enjoying the chaos he was sowing. “You’ll just have to see for yourself,” he said cryptically, leaving Vaggie and Husk to guess at his true intentions.
As the night unfolded, Octavia and Stolas continued to exchange touch and information, their connection only deepening. While it may not have been according to plan, two contrasting worlds began to intertwine, with raw passion and eagerness, as they unmasked the Goetia family’s secrets, one tantalizing whisper at a time.]