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Forceful and invading, he was. The way he’d beg for my attention daily was quite annoying. Though, I suppose his constant nagging had its uses. Though now, it’s anything but. Which is exactly why I refuse to call him on this day, as much as the familiar pressure in my lower abdomen wants me to. I know he is familiar. I know he is capable. However, he was no longer the silly picture-box who’d do my bidding—who’d beg just to please me. He’s been corrupted by that insufferable moth, that vile man. I wonder at times how it had even started—just below my nose. Only if I had known, I would’ve told him to leave that man be. But, of course, there was once a time.
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Heat coiled and knotted in my stomach. Days like these, I truly felt the weight of Hell pressing into my soul. I had confided in Rosie, to no avail. There had been nothing she could do about my situation. Hell had a ranking system, omegas were the weakest. Typically hellborn and sinners, though Goetia can be too. Betas, some sinners are able to acquire this rank when entering hell with a higher kill count or more compromising sin. Alpha is a term for those with highest power, the largest kill count. Most Goetia, The Deadly Sins, and more rare than not, Overlords. However, of course, I was not graced with such a title. Yes, power contributes, but intent more so. And an intent like mine apparently didn’t fit the blueprint Hell had established, so, I am stuck with what society calls a heat cycle.
I felt a slow, disgruntled sigh leave my lips, lying back against the arm rest in my living room. Today marked the second day of my heat. If I had to describe it, it was like a fever in some ways. Hot clammy skin rubbing against entirely too uncomfortable clothes that were just fine just a week ago. The headaches were annoying, though not unbearable. Then came the cramps. These pulses in my lower abdomen, a building pressure that plagued me, yet left me feeling empty all the same. Deep in my soul, the primal side of me that Hell had installed, it yearned for that emptiness to be filled. How redundant. It was truly shameful, an existence eternal dealing with this parasite of a ranking.
I could hardly believe that noisy picture-box had been an Alpha either. Perhaps, I suppose. The man had mentioned a “movement”he was the leader of—which I could only assume was a cult. He and his silly words. Speaking of the man too meek to be the devil, I felt his familiar frequency communicating with mine. Ah, I should’ve never taught him how to do that. Though, I suppose it wouldn’t matter since he’d find out himself anyways.
“Hey Al, you okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
At that, I snort a little. How much more pathetic could this man get; unable to survive without my presence for a little while? It had only been..what three days? He was so exhausting.
“I’m fine dear. Just a little under the weather.”
A vague but reasonable answer. I sigh, leaning back against my armrest. A nap could do just about now. And it seemed that noisy television head had went silent after my response. Perfect, it seems he could get the message after all. At that, I close my eyes, ignoring the pulsing pressure between my betraying legs.
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I stop on the sidewalk, feeling the fans in my head whirring. Alastor? Sick? I wasn’t even aware that people could get sick in Hell. Then again, I guess anything terrible can happen to anyone in Hell. I just didn’t expect it to be Alastor. He always seemed so clean and uptight. I huffed to myself, turning on my heel and bounding down the busy road of the Pride Ring. Well, of Alastor was sick, then he surely wouldn’t mind me taking care of him! He seems to like my company more than anyone else’s anyway. As he should. He’s only mine. I grin at the thought, turning into a random street market and browsing the shelves. What kind of soup would Al like? Maybe tomato? No, too plain. Maybe clam chowder? No, he doesn’t like seafood. I settled for beef cutlet soup. It was meat, which Alastor loved, and a few veggies that might help.
I got a few other things, necessary of course. Ibuprofen for his headache, liquid medicine for his cough, a shark plushie—because he’d be so cute holding it, a heated blanket, a new red bed set, a cinnamon center candle—I’m.. going a bit too overboard aren’t I? I stared down at the things in my cart, now nearly overflowing. He huffed, grinning slightly before getting a new silk pajama set for my Bambi. There! Perfect. He’ll love it. I didn’t bother looking at the cashier. I just bagged my own stuff and slammed a thick stack of money on the counter; probably more than everything cost, but who the fuck cares?
“Keep the change.”
I grin, walking out the store. Humming an upbeat tune, I head toward Alastor’s house. Oh, he’ll love this! He loves when I spoil him, I’m sure. I mean, who wouldn’t? I’m hot, caring, and perfect for Alastor. No one else is better than me. No one understands him like I do. He better not try to hang out with anyone else. I’m his best friend. I chuckle, man I need to get a grip. With a sigh, I began walking with purpose towards Alastor’s tower. I hope he doesn’t mind me coming in unannounced!
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The air was hot and stuffy. Alastor tried to rise to his feet, it’d been hours since his heat began settling, and it’s everything he’d expect it to be. Hell. The room smelled potent—honey mixed with cinnamon and red velvet brownies. To anyone else, it’d be sweet and irresistible. But to him, it was irritating. He groaned, rolling onto his side as he reached for his glass of water, just to find it empty. Before he could contemplate whether or not he could use his shadow magic for getting water, he heard the front door open and close. Vincent came, unannounced. Vincent walked down the hall, noting how dark and quiet it was despite being 5pm. Vincent trudged forward, the bags shuffling in his arms.
“Al! You okay? I brought you soup!”
He stepped forward, pushing the door to Alastor’s bedroom open. He paused at the door, the vents in the sides of his head picking up on the smell. His digital eyes found Alastor sitting up in his bed, his hair messy and pajamas disheveled.
“You could’ve warned me before entering.”
Vincent gave a blink, walking forward and putting the bags down and walked over, ignoring the way his body began to jerk forward at the smell and gently placing the back of his hand on Alastor’s forehead, wincing slightly at how hot he was.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned, pulling back slightly.
“It wasn’t your business.”
“You know I wouldn’t have judged you, Al. I don’t care that you’re an omega, to me, that just makes you even more remarkable to have achieved what you have.”
“…”
Alastor wasn’t sure what to say to that, turning his head away with a huff. Vincent’s rivaling scent was making his head spin. Vincent stared for a while, his clawed hands trembling—clenching and unclenching. Alastor’s scent was something only he could describe as a delicacy, and it took everything in him not to pounce and take like the raging wildfire in his chest wanted him to. But he heals himself, knowing that Alastor didn’t want that. If Alastor wanted it, he’d jump at the chance immediately—but he’d make it enjoyable, of course. He didn’t want his first time with Al to hurt. With a sigh, Vincent pushed himself up from the bed.
“I’ll uh, get your soup ready.”
He stood up and walked back over to the bags, picking up two and walking to Alastor’s kitchen. He wasn’t as good of a cook as Alastor, but it wasn’t bad either. He slaved away at the stove for a while, trying to Dre,ever how to function with a pot in his hands. He usually ate at run down diners or carry outs too expensive for the low quality food they were selling. He wasn’t used to cooking, though luckily Alastor’s shelves were stocked with books—which included cook books that helped in his mission to make beef cutlet soup.
While that was cooking, he moved to start making some tea, but his mind was elsewhere. He was happy to help Alastor out, no matter easy he was, but a small, selfish part of him wished Alastor wanted his aid in another way. But he’d be good, he’d be respectful. If Alastor needed him in that way, jump for joy. If he didn’t, cry in his room later while beating it to his best friend. He sighed, settling on making peppermint tea and setting it aside ss he serves the beef cutlet soup. He picked up the cup and the soup, nudging the door open with his foot.
Alastor had been half asleep when the door opened, forcing his head up to see Vincent walking toward his bedside. He sniffed the air, huffing in satisfaction at the savory scent that at least cancels out his way-too-sweet heat for a bit. He reached out and took the tea and soup, staring down at the set before taking a sip of the tea, handing it back to Vincent so the helpful television could placing down at his nightstand before sitting down at the edge of the bed, watching Alastor eat with a complicated expression.
“Do you feel a bit better..?”
“Yes, thank you, Vincent.”
He didn’t want to give him too much credit, but he had to admit, his arrival was perfect timing. He hadn’t eaten much of anything all day nor drank. His heat would’ve just been five times as horrible of he has been on an empty stomach and dehydrated. So, he had to give the man at least a little praise. He went back to eating the soup, noting it was a tad too salty, but he could manage. Vincent was staring, hard. Both figuratively and literally. He couldn’t outright deny the effect that Alastor’s heat had on him right now, he hid it best he could, but Alastor had a talent for being perceptive.
Alastor paused before choosing to ignore it for the time being, wanting to enjoy his soup before questioning Vincent. Once he finished, Vincent took the bowl and placed it down on the bedside table, staring at Alastor and wringing his hands together. His eyes had been screaming “Notice me, please notice me” and Alastor surely did. His desperation mildly amused the deer.
“Staring is quite rude, dear.”
“Alastor-“ He stammered, biting his digital lip.
“Yes?”
The two paused, the scent in the air returning after the initial savory smell vanished from the air—making Alastor wrinkle his nose in irritation, though Vincent had a different reaction. The deer leaned back against the headboard and held his head. His head was pounding, his legs felt weak, and his mind was hazy. He just wanted this bullshit to end.
“I uh…can help..if you want…”
“Seriously?” Alastor questioned, arching a brow at your crude suggestion.
“J-just to make the pain go away! And..y’know..you seem kinda uncomfortable so..” He trailed off, glancing away nervously and fidgeting like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t. “We can stop at anytime..”
Alastor thought about it for a few moments. Alastor had never entertained the idea of sexual intimacy, and was horrendously underprepared for it. But he was in agony, and was tired of dealing with the constant pressure in both his head and his stomach. If it was anyone he’d grace his presence with, it’d be Vincent, he supposed.
“…Alright. But only to stop this horrid suffering.”
Vincent practically lit up, kicking his shoes off and shuffling onto the bed in front of Alastor. He felt nervous, like really nervous. It wasn’t that he was a virgin with no experience, far from it. But he was given the chance, the opportunity to have sex with THE Radio Demon. Fuck, Hell wasn’t so bad after all.
“Can.. can kiss you..?” He asked, his voice hesitant get hopeful.
“Not on the mouth.”
Vincent could work with that. With shaking hands, he reached forward and pulled Alastor closer, leaning over and pressing a carefully placed kiss on his neck—to which Alastor didn’t react much.
“Is that okay..?” He asked, pulling back slightly. He didn’t want to accidentally overstep and get stabbed by a tentacle.
“It’s fine.”
Alastor answered curtly, not too interested in conversation at the moment. Vincent nodded in understanding, swallowing hard. He can do this. Leaning forward, he pressed gentle kisses down Alastor’s neck and shoulder, his gills lighting up in excitement under his shirt. Alastor let out an irritated huff. Rhis was going far too slow.
“Hurry up, you annoying dog.”Vincent winced at his antenna getting flicked, jerking back with an irritated huff
“I’m just trying to get you used to it..”
Alastor merely growled. He wanted Vincent to hurry up because every kiss set his body ablaze. He wanted this to be over, not prolong it and make it worse. Despite his complaints, Vincent decided to go through with it and speed this process up. He reached down and pulled Alastor’s shirt up first, leaning up on his knees to admire the man below him. Vincent could feel himself drooling, and thank Satan it was contained on his screen. He’d dreamed of the day he’d see Alastor shirtless,and it wasn’t entirely what he had been expecting. It was fucking better.
He sighed shakily, grabbing onto Alastor’s hips and careful not to scratch him with his clawed hands. He trailed hot kisses down Alastor’s chest, to his stomach, stopping at his lower abdomen. He looked up for permission, to which Alastor granted with a small nod. Vincent nodded, more to reassure himself than Alastor as he slowly pulled down Alastor’s silk pajama pants and undergarments. His breathing stuttered, almost looking away in courtesy before realizing Alastor gave him permission to do this.
Vincent paused for a moment before glancing at his hands. They were sharp, too sharp for prep. He moved to lay on his side, sighing quietly.
“Okay, uh.. I’ll show you how to do this. It’ll hurt if I do it.”
“Do what?”
“Prep you. You know what that is?”
“…” All he gave was a confused expression.
“…Hhokay. Basically, since you’re a virgin and probably really uh.. really tight, it’d really hurt if I got straight to it. So, you need to stretch yourself out first.”
“And you’re telling me I have to do this myself?”
“I’ll help.”
“Ugh.”
“Jus’…Cmere and give me your hand.”
Vincent took Alastor’s hand and guided it slowly down, his expression etched in focus.
“See this?” He spoke, pointing out the nub right below the clitoral hood. “This is your clit. Rub that.”
Alastor felt a little odd about this whole situation. It was like he was getting sexual education and pampered at the same time. However, he obliged and began rubbing the swollen nub in a circular motion. After a second or two, he felt his hips twitch slightly at the sensation. It was…unusual; yet pleasing all at once. He bit his lip in focus, Vincent watching his expressions closely.
“Feels good right?”
“..Hmm.”
“Tch, okay.” He grinned before guiding his hand lower.
“Feel this little hole right here?”
“Mhm.”
“That’s your vagina. Here, look.”
He uses his own clawed fingers to open his vulva further, guiding Alastor’s finger inside. It felt weird, incredibly uncomfortable. Alastor almost took it out before Vincent stopped him.
“Hey, wait, I know it’s weird but just give it a few, alright?”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Pull it out and push it back in, simple. But slowly.”
Alastor grunted lightly, pumping his finger in and out of the opening. After a while, it began to feel less uncomfortable.
“Okay, now try to add a second finger, alright?”
He listened without complaint, sliding his fingers in and out of his opened entrance. He sighed in relief as it finally began to feel good, though cringed lightly at the wet sounds his fingers were making. Vincent watched, his eyes fixated squarely on the two fingers pumping in and out of where he wanted his face to be. He swallowed hard, a shaky breath leaving him. Alastor felt his fingers stutter in their movements, his lips starting to part slightly. It began to feel good, slowly, surely, until it was all he could feel.
Vincent smiled a little wider, tearing his gaze back to Alastor’s face as he noticed the way Alastor began to melt into the feeling, his ears twitching and flicking more often.
“There we go..you’re starting to enjoy it aren’t you?”
“Quiet, you ramble too much.” He spoke, his voice breathy.
“Don’t get too snappy, Al. We still have a ways to go. Here, I’ll give you something better.”
Alastor merely hummed, huffing in displeasure as Vincent pulled his hand away. Vincent shifted his posture, grabbing your thighs and pilling them a bit farther apart. He let out a soft sigh before dipping his head down and slowly sliding his tongue over Alastor’s vulva, making the deer shutter and sigh involuntarily.
“What in Satan’s name are you doing?”
“You’ll see, Al. Just sit back and enjoy it, will you?”
Vincent flashed a slight smile before sliding his tongue from his hole to his clit, making Alastor’s hips twitch and jerk. Vincent, satisfied with this reaction, leaned forward and gave Alastor’s clit a firm suck, making the deer squirm and whine imperceptibly.
“Fuck, Al…we should’ve done this sooner.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself.”
“Oh don’t be rude, Al. I’m taking care of you, remember?”
He flashed a cruel grin, snaking his tongue inside Alastor’s hole, massaging his walls with practiced ease while the inexperienced deer whither and gasps under Vincent’s skillful mouth. He made these embarrassing noises that would be burned into his brain forever. However, Vincent had a different outlook on it, as expected. He swirled his tongue inside Alastor’s hole, savoring in the sweet taste that his heat produced.
“Vincent—“
“Mm?”
“Fuck..hurry up—“
Vincent hummed, pulling his tongue out and punishing A,Astor with another firm suck to his clit, leaving the demon squirming and whining. It was so pathetic it was adorable, addictive even. Vincent sat up slowly, a soft sigh leaving him as he kicked off his pants, pumping his dick and encouraging it to stand.
“Alright, alright. I admit I’m having a bit too much fun with this.”
“Eugh.”
Alastor rolled his eyes before bleating in confusion as he was lifted and placed into Vincent’s lap. Vincent placed a light kiss against Alastor’s forehead, much to his displeasure, taking Alastor’s legs and slowly lowering him down.
“Tell me if it hurts, ‘Kay?”
“Mm.”
Vincent smiled, laying Alastor down on his back as he slowly pushed inside. Alastor winced slightly, letting one eye shut before the two yelped at the head popping inside. Vincent paused immediately, watching Alastor’s face closely watching for any sign of discomfort. Of course, there was some, but that was to be expected. He gently stroked Alastor’s thigh and pressed chaste kisses down his neck.
“It’s okay..it’ll hurt a bit at first. It’ll feel good soon.”
He spoke in a soothing tone, but Alastor was still trying to get used to something like this inside him. It stung, how were people supposed to enjoy this? It felt so invading. Yet the heat had intensified, making his body hot and desperate. He clawed at Vincent’s short, his voice breathy and agitated.
“Off. I want this off.”
“Take it off then.”
Alastor glared up at the smug-faced dimwit before making his trembling fingers useful, unbuttoning Vincent’s shirt—although fumbling a few times through his hazy frustration. Vincent just watched in amusement and huffed satisfactorily as his button up was pulled off. He fixed his position slightly, stroking Alastor’s thigh and pressed further. He watched Alastor’s expression closely, noting how he tended and tried to brace himself.
“Hey. Calm down. Tensing up won’t make it easier. Relax.”
“And how do I do that? As you can see—“
“Okay, okay, hold on.”
Vincent huffed softly pulling Alastor up slightly flush against his chest, retracting his claws into regular—though still objectively large fingers. Alastor’s eyes narrowed immediately.
“Why hadn’t you done that from the start?”
“I mean, I had to make sure you knew how to properly please yourself without me.”
A pause
“And I wanted to watch you finger yourself. It’s hot.”
“You’re disgusting.”
Vincent snorted, sliding his hand down and rolling it on Alastor’s clit. He tensed at first, bur slowly began to relax, much to Vincent’s relief since the deer had been squeezing the blood out of his dick. He shifted, pushing in slowly while applying ample pressure to the deer’s clit. Alastor gripped Vincent’s shoulders, feeling too much at once. It hurt, it felt invading, but the sensation on his clit was dulling the pain significantly.
“When I’m in we can sit and take a break, okay?”
“Mmh.”
“Oh, not so talkative now, are you?”
“I will make your head concave.”
“Psh, rude.”
Vincent grunted as he pressed against a rubbery, making the two men grunt simultaneously. Alastor laid his head back against the pillow, his head spinning and vision swimming.
“What’re you doing?”
“About to break your hymen.”
“What the hell is that?”
“It means I’m the first one to fuck you.”
“Don’t be so crude.”
“You can hold onto me if you want. It’s going to hurt.”
“I don’t need your comfort.”
“I’m telling you it’s gonna hurt, Al.”
“…”
Vincent sighed, leaning down and sucking a gentle hickey into Alastor’s neck—successfully distracting the bewildered deer as he swiftly thrusts inside. Alastor yelped, his nails scratching Vincent’s shoulders as he tenses again. Shit, that hurt.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. Hey, close your eyes, Al. It’ll stop hurting soon.”
He couldn’t contain the pained whine leaving his lips, making Vincent huff guilty. He began to roll his fingers on Alastor’s clit, helping the pleasureful sensation return, helping the deer relax. He looked down, swallowing thickly as he pushed farther, earning a strained groan from Alastor. He couldn’t understand how people liked this, how his heat liked this. How the coiling in his stomach loosened and turned into a subtle pulsing that egged on his desperation.
As Vincent bottomed out, he paused and let Alastor adjust, rubbing his sides gently with a softened expression, watching the lines on his face even out and relax.
“Good?”
“Mmh.”
“I need words, Al.”
“S’ fine.”
“Just fine?” He snorted, “you look like you’re in the clouds.”
“Shut your mouth and do what you’re supposed to.”
“You need to adjust to my size, Al. Your cunt is so small, I’m surprised I even fit.”
“Mm.”
Vincent focused his attention elsewhere, lifting Alastor’s hips upwards and leaning over him, staring down at the demon. He couldn’t help but just..observe. He wanted this moment to be burned in his memory forever. This probably would be the closest he’d get to being Alastor’s lover. It was morbidly obvious how much he wanted Alastor’s love, bur he’d settle for this—
For now.
“You okay? You ready for me to move?”
“..Just hurry.”
“Alright, alright.”
Vincent pulled out slowly, halfway before slowly pushing back inside. The blood from breaking Alastor’s hymen mixed with the deer’s slick—it shot a sick thrill through him knowing he was the one who drew that first blood. He grinned, way too proud of himself as he pulled out again, keeping his pace as slow as possible.
“How does it feel?”
“Strange.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
Alastor didn’t want to say it felt good. He could already see Vincent’s face glowing with pride, both figuratively and literally. If he had admitted his body felt light and warm each time he pushed back inside, the television demon’s head probably would explode from sheer egoism. Alastor sighed softly, relaxing as he finally began to get used to the unusual feeling.
“Can I go faster?”
“I suppose.”
“Yes or no, Al.”
“…yes.”
“Mm, good.”
Vincent began to pick up the pace, not too fast but not torturously slow either. He kept his thrusts careful, he didn’t want to go too deep too soon. However, Alastor was t paying attention to any of that. He wasn’t quite sure how to describe how he was feeling, or what he was feeling. He felt hot, and weirdly full? His eyes burned with unshed tears he wasn’t quite sure why were forming. He felt weird, but a good weird, small noises and puffs of pleasure involuntarily escaping his lips as though here were shameless. Vincent could only stare in awe as he watched Alastor fall apart below him, making the hottest fucking noises he’d ever heard. He wasn’t sure of it was because Alastor genuinely sounded good or if it was just because it was Alastor, he didn’t care too much about reading into it, though.
“Fuck.. louder Al.”
“Louder? The hell you mean louder?”Vincent grunted as he snapped his hips forward, earning a surprised moan as a reward.
“That’s what I meant.”
“…I hate you.”
“Not as much as you want to hate me.”
Vincent gave a toothy grin before resuming his ministrations, though changed his pace. And oh Satan, it drove Alastor mad. He’d snap his hips forward before pulling out torturously slow; just to repeat the action over and over again. Alastor wasn’t too pleased with the noises being forced out of his lungs, but there wasn’t much he could do to silence himself.
“Stop that w-will you?”
“Why? You seem to like it. And it increases sensitivity.”
“I do not like—ffuck-“
“See? Can’t even finish your sentence. But go ahead and try to keep talking, I like to hear you struggle to speak on my dick.”
“You’re so crude.”
“You don’t seem to mind.”
“I do mind! Ah—“
Vincent merely snorted at that, punishing Alastor with one more quick thrust before slowing down into a moderate pace, finally back to something A,Astor wasn’t constantly squeaking on. Though, he didn’t fair much better as Vincent began grinding into every other press to his insides. Vincent panted, like a dog would, grunting and whining over Alastor. He got some sort of thrill out of being able to do this, and Alastor’s facial expressions turned him on waaay more than they should’ve. Though, just knowing he was balls deep in Alastor’s pussy was enough to make his gills pulse.
Vincent huffed, shifting his position and raising Alastor’s left leg over his shoulder. Alastor turned slightly onto his side, his ears folding back as Vincent started again at a slow pace before speeding up, his teeth clenched and eyes narrowed in focus. Alastor gripped a nearby pillow, a weird warm feeling spreading in his stomach, making his hips jerk and drop his head down in his crossed arms.
“You’re close, aren’t ya?”
“Close t-to what?”
“Shh. Just feel.”
He ground his hips into Alastor’s before snapping them forward, his thrusts fast paced and frantic ss he began to chase his own high. Vincent leered over a Alastor, a desperate moan leaving his lips as Alastor snorted, making Vincent huff in irritation.
“What?”
“You moan like a fawn in heat.”
“That’s ironic coming from you, considering you’re the fawn in heat.”
“I am no fawn—“ Vincent thrust forward, earning a choked moan from the deer.
“Sure, Al. Just enjoy yourself.”
“Mmggrrh.”
Vincent grinned, picking up the pace again, chasing his high as well as Alastor’s since he could tell the deer was close to cumming. Alastor wasn’t sure what the hell Vincent was talking about but couldn’t help but whimper feeling the heat pooling in his lower abdomen. Vincent zeroed in on the symphony of Alastor’s broken voice and the sound of balls slapping against skin. Both men panted and whined, chasing their climax—and Alastor was the first to break.
A moan mixed with screeching radio feedback rung through Vox’s head, causing him to spark and zap Alastor a little. Before his could apologize his damn gills open, he felt the deer convulse and squirt all over his dick. Ah. So he was one of those. He slowed his pace, watching in awe as Alastor had his very first orgasm and squirt. Slowly, Vincent pulled out with a wet pop, his dick still painfully hard but he could’ve just came from the sight alone of Alastor fucked out and panting beneath him. The media yet-to-be Overlord groaned softly at the sight, pumping his dick slowly.
“H..hey Al.”
“What.”
“Can I cum on your face?”
“Excuse me?”
“Hey, I’m helping you with your little “problem” here, can’t I have a little reward?”
“I believe this service to me is reward enough.”
“Cmon, please Al?”
“Ghh..”
Alastor, for some odd reason, was always weak to Vincent’s begging. He’d have to research later upon why that is. For now, he sat up slightly, forcing a glare that wasn’t all that threatening. Vincent grinned brightly, shifting forward and holding up Alastor’s head, panting as he pumps his dick with erratic fervor. Not too long after, Alastor, though unpleasantly, was painted on his face and lips with a milky white. Vincent lets out a pleased moan, smearing cum onto Alastor’s lips. By now, both felt fully satiated. Vincent flopped down beside Alastor, the two quiet for a moment and staring up at the ceiling, breathing and pulses evening out.
“So…how was it?”
“..Mh.”
“You can say it was good, y’know.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, okay.”
Alastor begrudgingly turned on his side, facing Vincent with a complicated expression before slowly closing his eyes—a silent invitation. Vincent smiled gratefully, pulling Alastor closer and nuzzling against the deer with honey-sweet affection.
“..Thank you.”
“No problem at all, Al.”
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2026 .
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Times like these, I only wonder. Why do I still seem to remember such an insignificant night? To which I let a self deprecating laugh leave my lips. It was pathetic, truly. How every heat cycle, I am reminded that I still crave him. That he still claimed me, that he owned me to a certain degree. Perhaps that’s why he won’t let go. He knows there’s a bind that cannot be broken; and is desperate to rekindle it. And oh how I love this game of cat and mouse, but there will come a day that he gives up. And I am not sure if I fear that day, or take refuge in it.