Write the second chapter of an erotic story with a lot of dialogues about Helluva Boss, based on this: (Stella leaves. Paimon takes Octavia in his bedroom, and starts to undress himself, revealing his gigantic 40 cm bird black cock and gigantic already throbbing testicles covered in black plums which shines with a red light as all the rest of Paimon's plumage does. Paimon's cock reeks of smegma, but he anyway order her to suck on if: by doing this she will submit to him, admitting that Paimon will become her husband. Octavia has no choice but to oblige)

The previous chapter was this:[Chapter One: Unholy Matrimony
It was a night like any other in the depths of Hell, a bone-chilling atmosphere filled with carnal desires and the cries of tormented souls. Deep in the dark corners of the Goetia mansion, Stella Goetia sat on her throne; her face a mask of deceptive tranquility that hid the wicked schemes bubbling beneath.
“Mother, why have you called me here?” Octavia grumbled, folding her arms across her chest, her piercing purple eyes narrowing. Years of living with her dysfunctional parents had turned the once innocent girl into a young woman on the verge of rebellion.
“My dear Octavia, I merely want you to get better acquainted with your dear grandfather Paimon,” Stella said, her voice as smooth as a serpent’s slippery movement. “Now that you are twenty years old, it is time for you to learn more about your duties as a member of the Goetia family. Your grandfather has so much wisdom to impart.”
“Pah, consider it done,” Octavia muttered, pushing herself away from her mother’s icy gaze. “I’ve heard enough stories about Grandfather Paimon. I don’t need another lecture on his tremendous power.”
“Such a headstrong child,” Stella whispered with a cold smile. “But remember, disobedience has a price.”
As Octavia followed Stella into the musty, cobweb-laden chamber where her grandfather Paimon was seated, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver of unease run down her spine. The air felt electric, charged, as if the very atmosphere had been baptized in sin and darkness.
“Ah, Paimon,” Stella purred. “My daughter has come to learn of our family’s greatness from the source itself. I know you will guide her well.”
Paimon, his deep-set eyes gazing upon Octavia, simply nodded. “Octavia, my dear. Sit,” he beckoned, gesturing towards a seat opposite him.
Nervously, Octavia did as she was told, her legs feeling like lead weights.
“Now, dear granddaughter,” Paimon began, his voice gruff yet laden with intrigue. “There is much you do not know about our lineage. Have you ever heard the tale of how we Goetias originally gained our immense powers?”
“Not very much, grandfather,” Octavia answered hesitantly, only now noticing the brooding grandeur of Paimon’s visage. He was both terrifying and mesmerizing at the same time, like a beautiful storm about to unleash chaos.
Paimon leaned forward, his gaze locked on Octavia’s, as if searching for any hint of weakness. “We made a pact, sweetheart,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “With the Dark Lord himself. In exchange for favors, we promised that each generation would produce a powerful heir to carry on his work. One who is both strong and unyielding. One who can control the infernal forces that guarantee our supremacy.”
Octavia’s eyes grew wide with horror. “Wh-what do you mean?” she stammered, unwilling to accept the implications hidden within Paimon’s dark confession.
“In other words, dear child, your destiny is to become a willing vessel for the Dark Lord’s desires,” Paimon said, his voice becoming more intense by each syllable. “To ensure that your bloodline remains pure and untainted by outsiders.”
“But… surely there must be another way,” Octavia protested, her heart hammering against her chest. “I-I can’t believe you and my mother would want this for me.”
“It is not about what we want, but what must be done,” Paimon asserted, his gaze unwavering. “However, there is one more thing our family has always valued, Octavia. Loyalty to one another, above all else. As your grandfather, I would always look after your best interests.”
As Octavia stared into Paimon’s eyes, searching for some sign of compassion, what she saw instead was an animal hunger lurking just beneath the surface. She realized with horror the trap she had been led into, with her own mother as the bait.
The events that followed were seared into Octavia’s memory like a dark, twisted fairy tale. Paimon told her tales of their family’s sordid past, each story more depraved than the one before, yet somehow Octavia found herself unable to turn away.]