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       Fall could be such a lovely time of year, on Earth, perhaps. Down here in Hell though, there was no perfect season. Not even a perfect day. Fall was the beginning of many sinners’ mating seasons, and it could be difficult to avoid unwanted advances. This season, however, you were left perfectly alone, even as you witnessed multiple overheated demons pant and touch themselves; they stayed well and far away from you.

      It would seem that there were multiple benefits to being mate to the Radio Demon. As you made your way to Vee Tower, a smile formed on your black lips, crimson eyes narrowing in delight at your new discovery. You had thought his scent marking simply adorable earlier, but seeing its full effect at work, you happily decided to ask him to do so every day you were together!

       Not that you couldn’t take care of yourself- especially after the battle of Extermination Day, you’d proven yourself absolutely lethal to any adversary who may come your way. Plus, you now had angelic weapons at your disposal! Princess Charlie gave all her soldiers weapons that day, and you had all kept them for when ever she should sound the call again.

      It had been a little over a month since the great battle. You had learned that Heaven would be sending down an ambassador once a month for a progress meeting with Charlie, after discovering that Sir Pentious’s brave sacrifice earned him a spot upstairs. An incredible discovery and feat of love!

        Once in the lobby of Vee Tower, you made your way up to Velvette’s floor. Muffled angry yelling met your ears before the elevator doors opened, and you made your way towards the noise.

      “-and I can’t even use it! That stupid cunt is useless!”

       With an inward groan, you fixed your face to be sympathetic and sweet.

       “Did somebody order a therapy fox?” You entered the room Vox was currently pacing in. You heard an audible crack as Velvette turned her head completely around to look gratefully to you.

        “Fucking finally! Look, Voxxy- Vixy is here to help. Come pet this adorable puppy and calm your ass down,” she demanded, grabbing Vox’s hand to pull him over.

        With a kind smile, your body warbled and grew to your large vixen form. As Vox stared up at you, his eyes grew wide with an almost childlike awe, before reaching a large hand to run reverently through the fur of your shoulder.

       “Okay Vel, you win. I can’t be mad when there’s such a cute little fox in front of me,” he conceded with a chuckle.

       As the energy of the room calmed, you laid down and showed your belly, thumping your tail as your tongue lolled and you yapped. The two overlords cooed and gave you the best belly rubs you’d had in a good long while. Granted, it wasn’t often you took this form, so it was a rarity anyway.

      This would only be the second time Velvette had felt the need to enlist your service since making your deal; she asked for pelts far more often. As the two overlords talked and pet, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and get a good puppy nap in. When in “soothing mommy mode”, Velvette’s voice was… well… velvet. It never failed to put you into a peaceful state.

        When finished with the session Vox seemed to have a bit better of an energy, rubbing his screen against your belly one last time with a thank you before heading off to wherever he was needed next. You let Velvette cuddle for a bit longer before she also needed to continue her day, giving you a strong hug with thanks before a light punch to your shoulder.

       Continuing on your rounds, you made several more fox therapy visits before making your way to a run down looking hole-in-the-wall. Stopping in front, you flared your aura and reached for the rusted door handle. It opened up to a much cleaner professional medical office inside. Multiple floors with offices, sitting areas and a small library made up the dimensional space pocket, ready for any authorized patient needing services.

       There was a gentle tinkling as you entered and made your way to the corner office, where one of your favorite owned souls sat, reading through something on her computer. Knocking gently on the open door, you gave a small smile as the ram looked up to you.

     “Looks like someone’s had a long day,” she commented, sliding her large red glasses back up her nose as she swiveled her chair to face you. Your face fell as you blew out a large breath, your posture deflating.

      “Six therapy fox sessions in a row. That’s the busiest I’ve been in this industry in a while. How was your day, Nita?”

     Anita leaned back in her chair to stretch her limbs with a yawn. “Not too bad. Had a couple of appointments, but mostly catching up on paperwork. It looks like there’s a turf war brewing, so we may need to move, but I’ve got Louis and Nipper keeping their eyes and ears on the situation. Hopefully it will settle soon,” she said. “Do you need a session?”

      You took a moment to take stock of your body before shaking your head. “Nah, I’m doing good right now. Definitely still on for my regular next week though,” you replied. “I was actually wanting to see if we could arrange a provider meeting soon. I want to run an idea by everyone and see if anyone would be up for it.”

      Anita cocked her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Another pet project, dear?” You chuckled in reply, leaning on the doorframe. “Maaaaayybe,” you teased playfully.

      “Can I get a sneak peek?”

      “I don’t know how exciting it will be, but depending on if there’s anyone willing to do it, I will be approaching Charlie to offer our services in house. I’m thinking since the renovation of the hotel, and with the presence of King Morningstar helping to protect the property, that we could take up residence on one of the floors there. We can always maintain our regular arrangements, but it would be so nice to just have one permanent spot to stay in. They would get our professional services to support their residents, and we would get a permanent place to live and work. Well, living there would need to just be an option, not requirement, but free room and board is a pretty picture. It would be a win-win!”

      Anita’s golden eyes widened as you finished your proposal, dropping the pen she’d been playing with. “Are you serious? You think they’d go for it?!” It would seem you had at least one volunteer already. Chuckling, you gave a nod in affirmation.

      “I think so. From what I’ve seen of the princess, she’s an absolute sweetheart who genuinely wants to help her people, she just needs a little help figuring out the recovery process. I think you’d really like her, she’s even bouncier than you.”

      Anita gave an excited bleat, clapping her hands as she bounced in her chair. “Well, if you can’t tell, I’m definitely down! My landlord has been propositioning me since I moved in,” she groaned.

        Your smile twitched at that- demons like her were often seen as easy prey. Hell, even you had trouble, and you were technically a predator! Cruel people saw a small, vulnerable looking creature and they wanted to crush them. “Do you need some help? My service is yours, Nita. What’s the point of our deal if you just end up putting up with the same shit?”

       You kept your voice soft, not wanting to push her away, and she shook her head.

      “I’m good, sweetheart. He’s all talk,” she waved the notion off.

      “Well, don’t be too nervous if he somehow disappears,” you replied with a wicked grin.

        Anita gave an exaggerated sigh, “just wait until we’re sure we get to shack up with the royals, yeah?”

       Throwing your head back, you gave a hearty laugh. “I suppose I can wait to play with my new toys,” you gave a shrug. You received a soft smile before the ram looked to her computer, checking everyone’s schedules.

       “I’ll post a community note but I think we should all be able to get together next Tuesday after 3:00pm.”

       You nodded thoughtfully, taking out your phone to add the day to your calendar as a possible meeting time. “That should work- I’m heading over there soon so I should be able to bring up my proposal either tonight or tomorrow. I’ll be sure to text you when I have a for sure answer,” you said, before turning to make your way home.

       “See ya later, boss!” Anita called, and you waved to her as you left. “See ya, darling!”

       Making your way home, you noticed animal sinners shrinking away from you, looking quite frightened. Oh how wonderful it was to smell “dangerous”. You always held your head high, but you had never struck fear in the hearts of those you passed. Idly you wondered if they knew why they felt fear when you walked near. It made you feel ominous and powerful, and you quite enjoyed that feeling.

      When finally you reached your home, you opened the dimensional front door and breathed a sigh of relief once the door was sealed and you stood in your living room. Your emotional battery was running dangerously low- it was time for some self care.

     Pointing to the record player in the corner, the latest Verosika album crackled into the air, and you took your shoes off before padding into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you were disappointed to see no meat, and little else in the way of fixings. Maybe you could grab some cuts after your meditation.

       Grabbing some chips from the pantry, you ate a few before sitting yourself down on the plush rug on your living room floor. It could be extremely difficult to just sit and be with yourself, not that you were ever truly alone. Your shadow warbled under your folded legs- a reminder of that fact. They had a much harder time stilling themselves, being an amalgamation of all of your emotions, but as music danced through the air, you both focused on calming your thoughts. Just be in the moment.

         The music helped you to relax, and after about 30 minutes of song had passed, you began stretching out your limbs, resting in a few yoga poses before ending with some breathing exercises. The final song faded out and the record player went silent, aside from the occasional crackle.

           Pointing the record player off, you stepped up to a green and blue marble that rested on your hearth, your lips quirking in an evil grin. You were reaching out to grab it when you felt your mate shadow in behind you. Well, you could always restock your meat later. Hell, Alastor might even feel up to a little show.

           “Good evening, my darling. How are you feeling today?” Turning around, your wicked grin softened when you caught sight of your love.

        “I am well, ma chér. Another stunningly successful day of dullness,” he shrugged nonchalantly, and you noticed the slight twinge in his brow. He walked over to enfold you in his arms, rubbing his cheek over your hair. Snuffling contentedly, he sighed- he must really enjoy his scent on you.

      “Did you-“

     “Talk to his shortness? Hahaha! I’d rather have my eyes plucked out by hellcrows.” His statement caused your eyes to narrow.

      “Al, it’s been over a month. I know you’re an all-powerful masochistic overlord, but even you gotta admit how much pain you’ve been in.”

       “Dearest, I am fine. These things just take time to heal,” he soothed, an annoyed tick at the edge of his permanent smile.

       “Uh huh. Why don’t you prove it’s healing then, hmm?” Your challenge caught the other demon off guard.

     “How are you proposing I do that?”

     “Well, why don’t you try reaching for that stash on the top shelf?” Your suggestion made Alastor huff as he walked over and went to fulfill your request. He paused when his arm reached a certain point, and you sent your shade to grab it before he pulled a stitch.

      Once he realized you’d already grabbed it and were working on rolling a blunt, Alastor deflated with a hum and walked over to join you on the couch. Snapping his coat off, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and you swallowed the screech that wanted to claw its way up your throat. It had been a while.

      “You know that holy energy needs to be siphoned out,” you said as you worked. Your mate stayed silent, truly a man-child moment. “You know only an angel or holy entity can do that.” Silence.

       Lighting the blunt, you passed it over to him and he took a long hit before handing it back. Lungs of steel- that one. You passed the blunt back and forth for a while as a dragging tune sounded in the air.

     “Okay, so what is it about Lucifer that you don’t like? From what I’ve seen, he’s been perfectly pleasant, if not a little bit of a try-hard.”

       Alastor’s brows knit as he blew out smoke. “I don’t trust him,” he said, turning his head away.

       You couldn’t help but laugh; the man was huffing and puffing like a child and you could cry from frustration. So you laughed instead. Alastor turned back to you, looking thoroughly offended, and you laughed harder.

      “Why should you need to trust him? Darling, if the King of Hell wanted to do anything to you, he would do it, and short of my kiss, there is nothing you or I could do to stop him. You’ve been butting heads since you met, and he hasn’t so much as flicked your nose. I think it’s safe to assume he would be just fine taking some angelic energy from the man helping his daughter,” you said, taking one last hit before handing it back for him to finish.

      “The man grates on every single nerve I have,” he growled out, leaning back against the couch with a slight flinch from the movement.

      “Tis the season, my love. Maybe if you got that wound taken care of, we could take care of those pesky nerves,” you purred out, running your fingers lightly over his exposed forearm.

      Alastor stiffened for a moment, his eyes darting to where your skin touched and he swallowed, licking his bottom lip. “I will think on it…”

      “Well, remember you have one more week before I go to him myself.” Your warning had his ears pinning, a small groan leaving his throat. “No sass, Mistah Radio Demon,” you teased, grabbing a large hand to nip at.

      “You are a cruel demon, mon cœur,” he whined, but his eyes glowed with softness, and you smiled. Leaning forward, you gave him several small kisses and rubbed your nose against his.

      “Would you like a demonstration, my darling? I am fresh out of meat and was about to restock when you arrived.”

       Understanding lit in Alastor’s crimson gaze, and his smile grew wide in joy. “I take that back. You are a cruel goddess, my little Vixen,” he purred in reply as he captured your lips once more. Sighing into the kiss, your hands rose to stroke his face and neck.

      Standing from the couch, you offered your hand for Alastor to take before picking up the marble housing your dearly departed exes. “Let’s convene to my realm of darkness. I like to harvest a bit from everybody at a time, so my little darklings will help keep track of everyone as I work.”

      Alastor grinned excitedly as he followed you up the narrow staircase and through your bedroom to the closet. There on the back wall, sitting inconspicuously behind the racks of fashion, was a black drawing of a door. Pointing to it, you whispered out the incantation to open your realm, and the door popped before creaking open, the darkness beckoning for you to join it.

       As you stepped in, your little pack of shadows swirled around you in greeting, most even snuggling up to Alastor. He chuckled and you noticed his shadow warbling before they split from him to offer their own greeting. That got your little pack very excited, whirling around the unfamiliar shade in fascinated curiosity. You cooed at the adorable sight, and your own shade split to greet and zoom with their little family. How precious!

      Your violent little darlings were definitely more receptive to Alastor’s shadow. Interesting. Perhaps they felt more similar in energy or were just more comfortable with the demon in general now… or something. Either way, the sight warmed your dead heart.

       Pointing an ergonomic settee with plush pillows into existence, you gestured for Alastor to sit. With an almost disappointed sigh, the demon made himself comfortable. This was still the most exciting “activity” you’d allowed him in your presence since his injury, so he’d hardly complain.

       Would you like anything to eat or drink, my darling? Or would you prefer to see the menu first?” You gave your mate a wicked smile, and his gaze softened on you before he snapped a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses on a small table next to him.

       “I believe I’d like to see the menu first,” he replied, pouring himself a glass. “Would you care for a rye?”

      Your smile softened as you nodded, taking your glass when filled. You clinked your glasses together and took a long drag, the liquid burning a trail down your throat to warm your stomach.   

       Leaning down a bit, you gave one last peck to your darling’s lips before straightening and turning to the open darkness in front of you, holding the marble up in your open palm. The marble began to glow as it rose to hover over your hand, before streaks of rainbow light shot from it. Nine different beams formed the pathetic lineup of demons before you.

      “Good evening, my dearest fiancées! It is time for me to harvest your flesh again! Who wants to go first?”

       The group of demons looked haggard, to say the least, and you felt that wonderful demented sense of schadenfreude at their suffering. Perhaps you would let them go some day; their sentence would carry on until you felt better about what they did. And today would definitely not be that day.

      Nine demons. Nine men who, in one way or another, used you to climb the ladder of power and respectability.

        “Oh, but where are my manners? My darling, allow me to introduce you to our dinner menu.” Walking down the line of demons, you reveled in the way they shrank away or flinched as you held a shoulder or arm. “Here we have Walter (a bull), Roy (a weasel), Frank (the tastiest of elk), John (a deer), Donald (a pig), Paul (not the tastiest of sharks), Abel (a snake), Timothy (a delicious bison), and last but certainly not least, there’s Harry (a fox).” 

       Oh, how delightful! It looked like a few of your little snacks were enduring their seasons as well. While you refused to use sexual violence against anyone, the added effects of your pheromones would make their suffering that much more painful. You weren’t in full-on heat, but you were certainly in your early stages. Alastor’s rut season was also just starting to effect his temper- this would surely brighten his mood.

     “Please, Y/N… Hasn’t it been long enough? How long will you force me to suffer this hell?” Harry croaked out his question, his voice weak from the constant screaming. “Won’t you ever find it in your heart to forgive me? I truly did love you,” he finished.

       “Aww, aren’t you sweet, my little kit?” Your cooing made the other demons in the room flinch. They knew exactly what would be coming, and your saccharine tone caused nothing but fear. Well, in the smart ones at least.

       Closing the distance between yourself and Harry, you cupped the todd’s cheek and tilted your head to stare up at him. You could tell your scent was affecting him, as he leaned into your touch with a blush. You almost felt bad for him… almost.

      “I will let you all go,” you began, gliding a claw down Harry’s jawline to his throat. “When my rage for you dissolves.” You continued, pressing your claw into his racing pulse before slicing through the flesh.

      Harry gave a gargling wheeze, his hands flying to the gaping wound as he fell to his knees. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make this easy on you,” you finished, and the rest of your exes shook, but stayed put. You had trained them well. Running would only make things worse.

     You called your violent shadows to you and they swirled around you, flaring your hair with their wind. With a quick command, the shadows each took their place beside their respective origin, two of the larger ones behind Roy and Timothy, the largest and one of the smaller ones staying behind you. Their origins were either now laying dead, or swirling around in his own marble.

    “What a splendid stock you have, my dear! I had wondered how you seem to always have venison for me. What a lovely revelation!”

      You turned to Alastor behind you and had to swallow the screech trying to surface. Your mate looked absolutely terrifying, positively drooling over the feasting possibilities. You would need to attend to yourself after such a wondrous display.

       Alastor’s nostrils flared, and he grinned wickedly. “You are just precious, ma chér. Perhaps you would enjoy a bit of dessert after dinner?”

      “Now that’s cruel,” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps after your chat with Lucifer, my heart. Until then, all of this belongs to me.” You made a show of licking Harry’s blood from your finger, your eyes narrowing in delight at the whine you received.

      Turning back to your old flames, you walked up to Timothy next. Your throat tightened and your gut clenched for a moment as your eyes locked with the bison, but you smiled wide at the tired demon anyway. He belonged to you. He could never hurt you again, the wretched beast. You saw the spark in his eyes- if you didn’t own him, he’d still want to hurt you. Well, at this point you couldn’t exactly blame him, with the almost century of retaliatory torture.

     He, you doubted, would ever receive release. You felt your rage boil, and you conjured your cleaver as bright red chains appeared around the bison’s wrists and ankles.

      “I don’t really like the way you’re looking at me Timmy. You of all people definitely belong right where you are.” You sent a command to the chains and Timothy was wrenched to his knees. The bison sneered, but lowered his eyes and growled out, “I apologize, ma’am.”

       You snorted and scraped the edge of the cleaver up the edges of the bison’s face, tapping a horn with a hum. “I don’t think I believe that apology, darling. But good on you for the attempt,” you said, you grin widening as you grabbed an ear and sliced easily through the cartilage.

        Timothy screamed through clenched teeth and you chuckled at the attempt at defiance. Tossing the ear aside, you raised the cleaver and brought it down on his shoulder blade (there’s nothing like a good chuck steak). That earned a bit louder of a cry, but you knew he could do better than that. Leaving the cleaver lodged in his shoulder, you conjured an ice pick and lined it up at the uninjured ear.

      “Come now, little calf. I know you can scream better than that. Let’s give my mate a nice show,” you said jovially. That was when you slid the ice pick in his ear canal, just enough to pierce the ear drum.

      “There’s that lovely voice,” you cooed as Timothy wailed and writhed to get away from the pain. The air was filled with the music of tortured screams as you worked on butchering the bison. Never would you give him a gentle death like you had Harry. You had taken most of the meat from his back when his body began seizing, and you cackled at his suffering, your shade breaking out the ribs with a malicious grin.

      Timothy finally died when you were halfway through his front side, and you were absolutely covered in blood. Snapping your clothes off, you shook some of the viscera off, turning at the sound of interference.

      Alastor was definitely enjoying himself, black eyes devouring your bloody form. “Enjoying the show so far, my darling?” You cocked your head with a manic smile and licked blood from the cleaver, your predators eyes flashing.

      Alastor hummed as he moved to pour himself another glass of whiskey. “Quite so, mon cœur. I believe this is beginning to convince me to visit our feathered royal friend,” he replied, his smile wide and sinister as he brought the glass to his lips.

       Your tail swished flirtatiously in response. You should have done this sooner- you should have known a show of wrath would be the trick to your stubborn buck. “You have no idea how happy that makes me, Al,” you purred out. “Are you feeling ready for a meal?”

      Alastor’s black eyes glowed, “I can wait for the main course, but I’d love an appetizer! May I claim a sirloin from that tasty bison?”

     “Of course!” Crouching slowly, you spread your legs as you reached for the correct cut, your arm covering your wet cunt from your mate’s famished gaze. Rising with a heated stare, you stepped over to hand him your prize.

       Lifting the meat in offering, your heart melted when your monstrous mate leaned forward and took a bite, red dials switching at you. You cupped his cheek, stroking a bloody trail with your thumb.

      “You look so very lovely in red, ma chér,” he said, leaning into your touch as he chewed. He seemed to enjoy the flavor, a happy moan leaving as he closed his eyes. “Simply delicious!” He exclaimed after swallowing the meat.

      “Flattery will get you everywhere, my handsome buck,” you replied, placing a chaste kiss at the green ‘X’ on his forehead. Alastor gave a happy bleat at the affection, and pulled you in for a series of gentle, dragging kisses before letting you go. Giggling at the adorable display, you kissed the tip of his nose, and turned around to get back to work.

      “Now, who wants to go next?”

        As you crept your way over to the remaining trembling demons, your smile widened and your eyes lit with a manic gleam.

       How you missed letting off steam!

       When finally the bloodbath was over you were a panting, bloody mess. Alastor sat happily working on a sample platter as he watched you shake gore off of your skin and hair. Your shadows danced and swirled around you and you joined them. Alastor’s shadow chittered at you, offering their hand and you took it as Alastor played a cute love song for you.

       Twirling, dipping and swinging within the shadows, you laughed and let yourself go. Now this was how to recharge a battery!

        When you were danced out, you had your little darklings pack up your fiancées’ meat, the packages each labeled. Turning to look to Alastor, you offered any meat he may desire, and he chose some elk, bison, deer and pig. You each placed your respective meat in stasis dimensions before making your way to your bathroom to clean up.

        As you pointed your shower on, Alastor snapped the bloody footprints clean from your floor before pulling you into his arms. “I would warn you about getting your clothing all bloody, but I rather enjoy seeing you wearing my handiwork,” you teased, running your tongue along his jawline. He chuckled darkly at your display and brought his lips to yours, the laughter morphing to a wanton groan when your tongues met.

      “Would you like dinner, mon cœur? I could prepare something while you clean up,” he offered. Oh how wonderful your darling was!

      “Sure. How about a flank steak from the elk. I’ve already stocked the fridge. Medium rare, if you will,” you replied, a soft smile playing on your lips as you stepped back and made your way to the shower. Once you were in and under the running water, Alastor snapped the rest of the blood from the floor (and himself) and headed out to fix your meal.

      The water felt wonderful beating against your sore muscles, and you took your time washing yourself until the red water ran clear once more. When finally you felt refreshed and relaxed, you turned the shower off and wrapped yourself in a big fluffy towel.

     Sniffing at the delightful aroma of sizzling meat, you quickly dried yourself and zapped yourself into a soft black day dress and made your way downstairs.

       You loved seeing the domestic side of your mate, standing at the oven in a cute frilly pink apron that read ‘Kiss the Cook’ as he bent to place something in the oven.

      “You’re making it smell amazing in here,” you complimented, wrapping your arms around his waist. Satan, you loved his scent- you would need to ask for a used coat for when your heat struck. You shivered at the very idea.

     Alastor rose and closed the oven door, turning in your arms to smile warmly down at you. “Thank you, darling. Dinner is ready, and there’s a mocha chocolate cake in the oven,” he replied, hooking a finger under your chin to bring you in for a kiss. You leaned into him with a contented sigh, mindful of the large unhealing wound at his chest.

     “Have I told you lately how wonderful you are?” You rubbed your nose against his with a gentle purr, and your darling gave a happy bleat. “You have, but I shall never grow tired of it,” he said, his ears drooping and smile turning buttery as he preened under your praise.

     You stayed like that for a long moment, simply enjoying each other’s presence before parting to sit at the table. Alastor snapped your dinner in front of you and you yelped excitedly, your tail wagging behind your chair. He giggled at your little happy dance and took a sip from his drink. He’d prepared short ribs along with your steak and you each shared food as you planned the rest of your evening.

     “Oh! I wanted to see if Charlie would be available for a proposal meeting, not that it needs to be formal.” Your words had Alastor’s ears pricking and head cocking in curiosity. “I’d like to offer her the services of myself and that network of therapists and doctors I told you about. If she would be willing to supply a floor of the hotel, we could provide care for your residents. It would also be nice if I could secure room and board within the hotel for the providers, should they wish to live where they work.”

     Alastor hummed and took a moment to mull over your words. “I believe our dear Charlie would be over the moon to welcome you and your colleagues. We’ve gained a single new resident, however at the moment there seems to be a smear campaign against the project going around. I’m afraid your friends may be quite bored with the lack of clients,” he explained.

      Oh, that’s right. Ugh. You felt for the dear princess. To be honest, if it weren’t for Alastor’s presence, Vox would probably leave the hotel alone; he could be extremely petty, not that your mate was much different. Your buck just loved to egg the tv on, and reveled in the rage he induced.

      “That wouldn’t be an issue. In fact, if our current clientele were to see the safety and amenities offered by the hotel, you may gain some new residents.”

     “A splendid idea, my darling. Would you like to sleep at the hotel tonight? We could see if our little princess is still up, or bring it up tomorrow if she’s not,” he offered. You smiled softly between bites of that delectable cake. If you didn’t have a hard on for your darling kitchen man before, that cake certainly did the trick. You couldn’t be completely certain, but that cake may very well be better than sex. It would be a very close race though.

     “That sounds like a good plan,” you replied, moaning as you took your last bite and licked the plate. “This was absolutely wonderful, my darling. Thank you so much,” you said, rising from your chair to kiss Alastor’s cheek. After zapping your dishes clean, you slipped on a pair of black ballet flats and Alastor stepped over to offer his arm, his shadows swallowing you up.

        When next you opened your eyes, you stood in the hotel lobby. You really hoped you’d be able to learn how to do that someday. The lobby was empty, save for a sleeping Husk at the bar, so you both decided to head up to Alastor’s room.

       Sleep called to you and you both climbed into bed, Alastor curling into your chest as you wrapped your arms around him with a purr. Tomorrow was full of potential, and you couldn’t wait to begin.

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     “Oh Y/N, this is so amazing! Thank you so much!” Charlie squeezed you in her arms and spun around, overjoyed at your offer of assistance.

     You could practically hear yourself squeaking like a chew toy from the crushing strength of the young woman. Well, at least you could enjoy the pain. By the time the hyper princess set you down, you were seeing black at the edges of your vision, and you gulped at any air you could get.

    “No problem, my dear,” you wheezed out, Vaggie patting your back beside you. “I will be having a meeting with the providers next week, but I already have one therapist who’s volunteered, so I have high hopes. Once I have a firm number, I’ll get back to you and see about office and housing arrangements.”

     Charlie had stars in her eyes at the very idea of new possible souls to save. She seemed to be healing alright from the sacrifice of Pentious, especially after learning that his soul had made it to Heaven, but you could see a shadow in her eye that hadn’t been there before. She’d seen violence plenty before, but seeing a loved one snuffed out right before her eyes, in sacrifice for her, no less… She had taken it hard, and you really hoped she wouldn’t have to endure such again. Charlie deserved nothing but happiness and love.

      “Okay great! I’ll get dad to help me set up a space for your offices. Actually, would you be able to help with that? We would need to know what exactly to build. Maybe we should-“

      “Did you need help with something, sweetie? Whatever you need, you just say the word.”

      You, Charlie and Vaggie all looked past a wincing Alastor to see Lucifer making his way down the stairs, and you giggled at your mate. Charlie lit up and greeted her father with a warm hug. It looked like the two were really making up for lost time- how sweet!

     “Hey dad! You’ve met Y/N, right? She’s just offered to help with the hotel! She’s gonna hook us up with some doctors and therapists who specialize in the human mind! Isn’t that exciting?!”

      Lucifer looked over to you as Alastor kept his back turned, looking himself to be contemplating a shadowy escape. You waved and gave a small smile from around your mate, and Lucifer cocked his head with a quirked brow before looking back to Charlie with an apologetic smile.

      “Uhhh I’m sorry sweetie, I’m afraid I don’t remember,” he apologized and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. You had seen Charlie perform that exact mannerism before- how cute!

     Looking up at Alastor with an uptick of your lips, you saw his brow twitch as you moved to walk around him, your tail brushing affectionately over his leg as you passed. You felt him stiffen as a small hum of radio static flared from the action, a sense of sadistic satisfaction filling your core.

     Walking up to greet the short king, you held your hand out with a warm smile. “That’s quite alright, your majesty. The name’s Y/N, or I also go by Vixen- it’s a little easier to remember since I love to fox around!” You wagged your tail and wiggled your ears, and Lucifer lit up.

     “Oh ho my golly, you’re a fox! How cute; weirdly sexy, but mostly cute!” The other demon took your offered hand and shook it with a nervous chuckle and you snorted. Charlie looked ready to dig her own grave, and Vaggie just appeared to be amused by the whole situation.

     “Well, at least on that sentiment, we can agree,” Alastor’s clipped tone sounded beside you as he set a large hand on your head to muss your hair, and you grinned slyly at the irritated buck.

    “Dear Vixy here is my mate,” he said, and Lucifer choked for a moment.

    “You actually got someone to tolerate you? Wow, Bambi, I never thought you had it in you! Good for you! Vixen, my condolences,” Lucifer teased, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss in a show of mock sympathy. 

    “Hah! Ya know, Vix and I was in a porno that started a lot like this once,” Angel said from the bar, and you burst out laughing at the faces and noises spluttering from the two men beside you.

     “What’s my favorite saying, Angie?”

     “Make fuck, not fight?”

     “I’ll accept it.”

     You laughed with Angel, and Charlie gave a halfhearted chuckle, her eyes squinting in unease.

     “That would be so much funnier if you weren’t talking about my dad,” she said. Vaggie patted her back with a soft smile, adding a loud, “Don’t even think about it,” to Angel who looked ready to wreck the poor princess with whatever he was about to say next.

    “Angel, you are a dear friend. I will miss you should you ever suggest such a thing again,” Alastor ground out, twisting his head completely around as his eyes flashed black. This only seemed to make the spider want to poke the proverbial bear more and you chuckled at your mate.

    “Well to be fair, he’s not wrong, darling. ‘How to Solve a Love Triangle in 669 Positions’ was one of our biggest hits! Alas, we can’t all solve our rivalries with raucous love making,” you shrugged and turned back to Lucifer with a kind smile. “Back to the subject at hand though, your majesty. I-“

     “Just Lucifer is fine, dear,” he interjected. He seemed a bit overwhelmed, so you nodded and continued.

     “Lucifer. Well, as Charlie here mentioned, I work with a network of professionals who specialize in the mind. My hope is to get some, if not all, to live and work here at the hotel. The space we currently use is dimensional, so if everyone is on board, I’ll just reposition the space itself in a room here. In that scenario, I would just request living quarters for the staff. If I’m not able to get everyone, then we may request your help in remodeling an area on one of your floors to provide the right space.”

     The king nodded, seeming absorbed in his thoughts. “Hm, yes, fascinating. Welp! If you end up needing me just let me know! I’ll just be in my office doing… important… things. It was good to see you again Maggie!” He hugged and spun Vaggie before squishing Charlie in a hug with an, “I love you sweetie,” and waved awkwardly goodbye to everyone else as he zipped out of the lobby.

      Charlie and Vaggie both seemed dazed, while Alastor looked confused but pleased. Angel looked like… well, like you before a kill. You knew what he was thinking, but you also knew he was finally beginning to value his afterlife. He would have to let that bone go. ‘Still good spank bank material,’ you thought, shooting Angel an amused grin as you shook your head.

       ‘Oh! Almost forgot,’ you walked over to Angel at the bar. “How’s my new favorite costume designer? Have things been going okay with Vel?” Sitting next to him, you zapped his salary in front of him and accepted the whiskey offered by Husk with a smile. Angel leaned into you with thanks and a fond smile before zapping a sketch in front of you.

     “You tell me. What do you think about this for that event?”

     Looking down at the sketch, your breath caught; this would be perfect! “Angie, you’re amazing sweetheart! This is gorgeous!”

      Your exclamation brought a curious Alastor to look over your shoulder, and you felt more than heard the static creeping along your skin.

     “You are quite the talent, Angel dear. A lovely design,” he said jovially. He seemed uncomfortable, and you couldn’t exactly blame him. The outfit was for a “birthday” celebration Valentino and Velvette were planning for their partner, and while sexy as hell, the burlesque costume screamed ‘Vox’.

     “Aww, should I make a radio demon one too, deer daddy?” Angel’s sly grin widened at the glare Alastor shot him.

     “An unnecessary gesture, my friend. You could put this belle in a wool sack and she’d still be the most dazzling dame in the room.”

     You really wanted to ask Lucifer to heal your mate already; his words soaked your underwear, and you leaned back against his stomach and wiggled in your seat with a groan. You would need to seclude yourself soon- you were getting wet just from sweet words.

      “Such a charmer!” You exclaimed, nuzzling against Alastor’s coat. ‘Ahhhh… that scent…’

      “I should head home,” you said, your voice drifting as your mind began to wander into the danger zone. “I’ll be home resting and writing scripts for the next couple of weeks. It’s the season for lazy Vixy.”

      Angel gave you a sympathetic gaze and hugged you. “Enjoy shark week, toots. You gonna be shooting it again?” You shook your head and finished your whiskey before dropping from your stool and looking up at Alastor beside you as he offered his arm.

    “Nah, I feel like just relaxing this time around. Maybe next time- wouldn’t want to over saturate the market,” you shrugged and gave Angel a small hug before hooking your arm in your mate’s. Together you walked out of the lobby and down the street, your grin turning sinister as you watched demons scurry away in fear.

     “May I ask you something, mon cœur? I do not wish to offend.”

     You looked up at your mate curiously; it was rare for him to ask you permission to ask a question, so probably work related. “Of course, dearest. It would be quite difficult for you to ever offend me with curiosity,” you replied with a soft smile as you walked, leaning into his side just a bit.

      “Are you intimate with Vox?”

      That certainly caught you off guard. Pausing in your steps, you took a moment to process what your mate had just asked, and burst into laughter. Alastor stopped walking with you and looked away, fully resembling a pouty child, and you laughed harder, leaning on him to keep yourself up.

      Your emotions were all over the place, and this had completely set off your giggles. After a long moment of trying to breathe, you straightened yourself and took Alastor’s arm once again to resume walking.

    “Forgive me, but that must be one of the funniest things you’ve ever suggested. No, my darling, I have never been interesting to, or interested in Vox. He sees me more as a cute pet, and I enjoy the scritches he gives. Does it bother you? Me performing for his party?”

     Alastor hummed and tightened his hold on you as you neared Cannibal Town. “I’m not entirely certain, in all truthfulness. I think perhaps concern more describes the feeling. I don’t wish to keep you from doing what you enjoy, but… I would like you to be cautious around him. That picture box is devious- a master manipulator, if you will. I wouldn’t put it past him to use your connection for nefarious purposes. This campaign against the princess’s hotel is bold of him, especially with both me and the King of Quack actively defending it. Just… be wary?”

     How you loved your darling. He was by far the most understanding partner you’d ever been with. Leaning your head against his arm, you smiled and purred; his scent was incredibly distracting.

     “I love you, my heart. I will use caution, but I don’t think you need to worry for me. Velvette would disembowel his sorry ass if he ever hurt her puppy and fur supplier!” You laughed at your own terrible joke, and Alastor joined you.

     “I believe you may be correct in that assertion. However, it is the ones that trust him that are the easiest for him to use,” he said, and you looked up at his face. Would it be okay to ask? ‘Oh come on, girl! If he has the bravery to ask about you and Vox, then you can show a little pluck. Don’t be a coward,’ you thought, and took a deep breath before speaking.

       “May I ask you something? It can wait until we’re home if you would prefer.”

      Alastor stiffened as he continued his way, his smile perfectly in place, yet his eyes drifted around (seeking) as his mind worked. “Let us finish our lovely walk, ma chér. I see the most adorable hellcat ahead; perhaps we can catch up to it for a cuddle.”

     You kept your face neutral and squeezed his arm gently to show you understood his warning. ‘Hellcat’ was the safe word you used when indulging in each other. You felt a surge of pride and heat at your mate’s intelligence- you would expect nothing less from the powerful overlord. 

    “Keekee would probably love a companion; perhaps we can catch the little one and keep them.” Your reply instantly deflated the demon, and you picked up your pace as you passed polite cannibals with smiles and nods.

     When you’d closed the door to your dimension, you heard your mate breathe a heavy sigh as he sat in the corner of the couch and snapped himself a lit blunt to smoke. He looked thoughtful… sad… his eyes staring off into a space unseen.

    “Can I get you anything?” The question caught his attention, and those lovely crimson eyes drifted to meet yours. He took a moment to consider, before asking, “may I have some water?”

     You nodded and pointed your faucet on, grabbing a glass to hold under the stream before stepping over to hand to him. “If you don’t want to talk about it, my heart, you don’t have to,” you reassured him as you sat and accepted the blunt he passed. You received a soft smile and glowing eyes as he leaned back to sip his water.

      After a moment, he set the glass down and took a deep breath, “You wish to know the reason behind our animosity.” It was said matter-of-factly, and you nodded, passing the blunt back. “I get  hunches every now and again, but I don’t wish to assume.”

     “I loved him… but it was not they type of love he wished for. I put my trust in him and he took advantage of that trust- I told you I’ve never been raped,” his eyes found yours, a swirling mix of emotion behind the gaze; you offered your hand for him to take, and without hesitation he claimed it.

      “That was the closest I’ve ever come… That cultish fucker used his hypnotic powers to try and force my submission, but I hold more power than he could ever hope to possess, and was able to end the game before he could call checkmate.”

      Alastor moved close to you and pressed his head against your chest, ears pinning as he wrapped his arms around you. With a soft whine, you enfolded him in your embrace and rubbed your cheek against his hair, mindful of the sharp antlers.

      Kissing the top of his head, you spoke. “Thank you for telling me, Al. I know that couldn’t have been easy. I’m sure you already know this but I will say it nonetheless. It was never your fault for what he decided to do. The whole, ‘he led me on’ thing is utter bullshit, and the fact that he took advantage of your love and trust is despicable. He deserves his place down here, and if he ever says or does anything in that direction, he’ll earn himself my kiss and some dinner plans.”

      Alastor chuckled at that, nuzzling into the plush softness of your chest before sighing. “I don’t know why I ever feared telling you. I suppose I just don’t wish to bring even worse memories to your mind,” he confessed, and you pet his hair and stroked his ears as he snuggled you.

      “It’s good to let yourself feel those terrible feelings, as long as it’s not taking over your entire afterlife. In fact, that’s kind of how I spawned my realm of darkness. It’s my safe place to go and feel those horrible things, cry, scream if I want to. It’s where I gave birth to my little darklings after capturing the souls of those who’ve wronged me. As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable when I talk about such things, I welcome the discussion… And, Alastor…” Your mate hummed his acknowledgment, eyes closed as he shakily breathed against you.

     “Trauma is not comparable… We’ve both been through things we never should have experienced, and, for me at least, sharing those experiences only makes me feel more love for you. More admiration… You are my everything, Al,” you said, your heart clenching from the flood of emotion as you tightened your arms around him. Fucking heat cycle, always amping up the feels.

      Alastor gave a small bleat, planting a soft kiss to your chest before settling once more. “Thank you, mon cœur,” he whispered, and you kissed his head. “Would you like to move to the bed for a cuddle nap?”

     You didn’t need an answer, his shadows swallowing you up to deposit you in your bed. With a contented, yet exhausted sigh, Alastor stretched himself out, and you kissed his head once more, humming an old lullaby. You wanted to kidnap and murder that fucker a few times, but that would just prove to Vox that he had gotten to Alastor.

        You had always known the type of man Vox was, and the most frustrating part was that he didn’t see his own behavior; or perhaps he was willfully ignorant. He always seemed to be the victim- hell, he’d probably paid people off back in his human days to avoid scandal. Hypnotic power was a manifestation that you’d only seen in a few demons, but it suggested, as Alastor (quite the professional himself) had pointed out, a highly manipulative personality. It had always confused you that he’d never shown any sexual interest in you, being that he tended to sexually harass his employees every now and again, but you counted that a blessing, as you’d much rather just be an occasional amusement than a target.

       Curling your tail to drape over Alastor’s back, you fell asleep holding your love.

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       You awoke to cramps and the munchies, clenching your teeth from the tightness in your muscles. It wasn’t nearly as bad as your human days, but the first week of heat was filled with light cramps and bleeding as your body did its thing. Mood swings ranged from pissed off, territorial vixen, to flirty screaming-for-sex, capital ‘V’ Vixen, but your most common mood was sleepy-hungry stoner Vixy. That would appear to be your current setting.

      Alastor slept peacefully on your chest, his ears flopping and aimed toward your heart. There’s no way you could move with such a precious creature resting on you- idly you thought he was your little hellcat. His personality certainly matched. Closing your eyes, you sent your shadow to grab your stash and begin fixing tea and snacks. You would need to go easy on the caffeine until your heat was over- hydration was everything.

      As your shade set to working in the kitchen, you closed your eyes and simply listened to your mate breathing. How he soothed your frazzled senses. You really didn’t want to send him away. Leaning in, you breathed in his scent and felt heat rise in your cheeks.

      ‘Fuck, time to think of something else,’ you worked to focus your mind on something… anything other than the warmth of his skin against yours, the sharpness of the claws that grazed your hips occasionally as he resettled. ‘Fucking stop woman!’

      Raising your free hand to rub at your temple, you stifled the groan threatening to escape and accepted the box your shade handed you, wicked knowing smirk on their lips. You shooed them back to their tasks and pointed at the stash; the box opened and a blunt rolled itself. You picked it up once it was ready and brought it to your lips, your lighter rising to light it for you. How wonderful it was to have magick at your disposal.

      Sleepy coral eyes blinked open as you blew smoke away from his head- well, at least you had tried not to wake him. Nuzzling and placing a soft kiss to your chest, Alastor let out a cute yawn and flared his nostrils as he sniffed at you. “Interesting…” he spoke to himself, fully resembling a scientist making a new discovery.

     “What is, my heart?” You smiled softly down at the adorable demon on top of you and took another hit before offering the blunt to him. He took your offering and considered his thoughts for a moment before speaking.

      “Well my dear, I’m guessing your heat is in effect. You have a scent of blood and that lovely spice that has mixed with your normal scent, only it’s… warmer. It is… most pleasing… incredibly enticing…”

     With a heated gaze, your mate leaned over and kissed you, letting you breathe in his smoke as your tongues met. Oh now that was just plain unfair! You whined into the kiss, and Alastor responded in kind, the claws of his large hand scraping your scalp as he pulled you closer, hips bucking against your leg.

      “You are cruel, my lovely mate…” you groaned as you clenched your thighs together- Lucifer, you wanted him to chase you down and fuck you into the dirt of that little bayou you’d made him, race through a forest together hunting any prey you could find, hunker down in your proverbial den and mate until you died from sheer ecstasy.

      “Oh I’m not teasing, my vixen. I’m offering,” he spoke low, nipping at your jaw as you struggled to think. “And I would wholeheartedly accept, if you weren’t grievously angelically injured right over your heart, my stubborn buck,” you teased, grinning at him with an evil gleam in your eye.

      Alastor growled in frustration, but relented with one last peck to your lips before pulling away to stare at you. “You would accept me in your den… if I were healed?” 

      Your heart seized at the sweet hopeful gaze your mate was giving you and you cupped his cheek, rubbing your nose against his. “Yes, my heart. A thousand times yes. I simply don’t wish to pester you with my excessive… drive. I can be quite demanding and needy when in heat, so I typically spend it with myself.”

      Alastor cocked his head, and you rubbed an ear the way he liked. “So when dear Angel inquired as to whether you’d be filming…”

      You nodded in affirmation, “I call the series ‘In The Shadow of a Vixen’. Not the most inventive title, I confess, but I’ve released a good seven films of my heat- all staged and shot by yours truly.”

      Radio static flared as those cute ears pricked to attention. Giggling at the adorable reaction, you captured his lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. Alastor sighed into your mouth and pressed his body closer. “I will be back, my little mate,” he growled out. In a swirl of shadow he was gone, and you felt the loss instantly.

      With a soft sigh, you curled up and reached for the remote on the bedside table, flipping the television on to scroll through options. You felt like a good romcom, and decided on, “Cloaca Confusion.”

     Your shade zoomed in a while later, bearing meaty treats, chocolate brownies, and jasmine tea. Oh how spoiled you were! With a happy whine, you nuzzled gratefully into their neck, and they chittered back to you, ‘my precious other.’ Placing the tray on the space beside you, they swirled around you and snuggled you happily- a good provider, a good mate. Truly, self-love at its finest.

       “Thank you, dear one. This looks delicious,” you said, accepting the fried bacon they held to your lips. Perfectly crunchy! Humming at the flavor, you settled into your shade and enjoyed your movie.

      The night was blissfully uneventful, eating, smoking and watching movies. Romcoms, comedy horrors, even a few revenge horrors! A lovely evening that left your emotional batteries fully charged as you fell into a gentle slumber. You should have asked Alastor to leave his coat for you- his scent was there, in your blankets and pillows, but a coat would have been much better.

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      When next you woke, your underwear was absolutely soaked, and you moaned as you rubbed your thighs together. Your shade warbled around you and slid their hands over your stomach, laying a palm flat over your womb as they nibbled at your neck in affection. Oh Satan, how you wished for your mate to fill you. You wanted his scent to surround you as he drove into you. You wanted those crimson eyes to devour you; hell, you wanted those sharp fangs to devour you- to rip your flesh and swallow it while you watched.

     Growling against your throat, your shade parted your legs and pressed their mound into you, eliciting a wanton groan as you met their thrusts. You felt their body growing over you and between your slick folds, your panties rubbing over your clit as their phallus pushed against your entrance. With a screech, you snapped your clothing off and wrapped yourself around your shadow, biting into the dark shoulder above you. You were needy and selfish as you rutted against your lover, and they were happy to indulge you.

       You screamed into their shoulder as they thrust roughly into your wet heat. Your body was alight, sparking with pleasure everywhere your skin connected.

     “Mmmnn… haah… yes. Yes. Fuck, yes! More, please!”

      Screaming and screeching in need, you lost control of your mind as a lusty fog drifted you into blissful ecstasy. How you loved your shadow, and everything they did for you, always there beside you, vigilant and thoughtful. Ready to tend to every need you each felt. Your pleasure was, quite literally, their own- they knew what you wanted, because that was their desire as well.

     You felt the shadow’s phallus swelling within you, stretching your muscles as you clenched and pulsed around them. They snarled and bit into the flesh of your shoulder as they stilled, phantom knot forcing you locked together. You cried out as you squirted around your other, arching your back as your body tensed in release.

     Panting and whining, you wriggled your hips. More… you needed more. Your shade drug their tongue along your neck and rocked into your wet cunt as they adjusted the size of their knot for you. You couldn’t help but wish for your radio demon. You wanted him to know you were thinking about him during your separation.

     Flipping you over as they pumped into you, your shadow grabbed your tail and ripped it from your body. You screamed as the next orgasm hit, your mind going blissfully blank from the combination of pain and pleasure, your body falling limp to the mattress as your shade rode out their own end.

     Your cunt pulsed around the phantom knot of your other, and you shivered with each aftershock, soft mewling moans leaving your kiss swollen lips. The open wound from your tail throbbed, and your shade pressed their claws into it as they kissed along your shoulder blades. Your body twitched and jerked, the overstimulation blinding as you lost consciousness.

     You weren’t certain what day it was, and as you sank into the warm water of your bathtub, you tried to break through the haze of heat to figure it out. Why in the seven circles had you scheduled that stupid provider meeting right smack dab in the middle of your season? How had it so completely slipped your mind? You would need to ask Anita to push it back, or perhaps you could just send an email out to everyone? Lucifer, had you become the person that sets a meeting for something that could have just been an email?

      With an annoyed huff, you dipped your head under the water and scrubbed the sweat from your hair. This heat was taking its toll; you had barely eaten anything, your shade needing to force you to drink.  Even now, as sore as you felt, you slipped your fingers between your folds, over and around your swollen clit with soft, noiseless moans that bubbled around you.

     Pinching a nipple, you let out more breath as you worked your clit. The loss of air singed your lungs, and you bucked your hips in tired ecstasy, your fingers sliding past your tight muscles to pump another orgasm from you. Idly you were grateful for already being in the tub, squirting into the water as your body convulsed and you snarled, claws piercing your breast.

     Your eyes opened wide under the water when you felt your mate shadowing in close by, most likely the bedroom. Why had he come? Didn’t he understand you when you explained how needy you would be? Did he truly wish to tend to you? You felt a surge of guilt for what was about to come (pun fully intended). You hated needing to be taken care of- something you still desperately needed to work on in therapy.

     Looking up, you saw a murky visage of your darling step into your line of sight to stare down at you. You should probably surface; you really needed to breathe. Releasing a bubbling growl, you steeled yourself and rose slowly, pushing your hair back as it floated around you. You waited a moment before taking in air, when his fresh scent hit, your legs went weak and you screeched for your mate.

    Shadow danced and swirled around you as Alastor formed in the water, his clothes instantly soaking as your mate swept you in his arms with a responding bellow, crushing his lips against yours. The feel of his warmth against you was unlike any other, and as you wrapped your legs around his waist, Alastor snapped his clothing off and pushed you into the wall of the tub.

     Breaking the kiss, your eyes sought his chest, an elated whine of joy leaving your throat when you saw a healed scar. Tears filled your eyes and you nuzzled into the fluff around the scar. “Thank you, my heart,” you cried and whined as you wriggled against him. He wasn’t hard, but he didn’t need his cock to please you- there were so many things to do that required zero dick, and he was well versed in your body.

     “Anything for you, my vixen. I should have done it sooner. I will admit, our tiny king is not as bad as initially thought,” he replied, his eyes glowing down at your display.

      Tilting your head to look up at him slyly, “Is the Radio Demon making a new friend?”

      Alastor snorted at that, kissing your forehead as he pressed himself into you. “I wouldn’t go that far, but let’s say he’s not an enemy,” he replied. “He understands quite well what it is to miss one’s love.”

      Cooing and nuzzling against his neck, you raised your head in ask, and he eagerly granted his kiss. Your lips met and your body lit up. With a licentious keen, you rubbed your wet cunt over his stomach, and he growled into the kiss and nipped at your bottom lip.

      His hands and tentacles were all over you, and as he thrust a limb into you, you screamed into his mouth. He took full advantage, tongue invading as he savored your noises. Oh how you had missed your darling. He enfolded you entirely in his essence, shadow nipping and licking your shoulder and neck as they pulled Alastor’s tentacle from you.

      You whined in need, and Alastor and his shade responded to the call with loving ferocity. The shadow thrust their cock into you, and you saw stars.

     “Oh, fuck yes! Al, please. I need it, I need it… need— haah!”

      Alastor sank his fangs into your throat and held you in place as his shadow rut into you. You heard the shade chittering and growling as they wrapped their lower body around your hips, adjusting their shape and size as they pounded into you- figuring out your body for themselves. “Such a good little mate,” they chirped against your sensitive ear.

     You screeched and Alastor moaned against your throat, releasing his fangs and licking the blood that spilled easily with the lapping water. He rose his head to watch you, eyes filled with love as his deft fingers glided over your clit.

      “Alastor… oh my love, yes! Right there! Aah!” You were so close… muscles clenching and pulling at the phantom cock of your lover. “Need it… need… knot…”

       Your own shade came away and wrapped around Alastor’s with an amorous chirp. Alastor’s shadow swelled around you, within you as they listened to your shade telling them exactly what you wanted.

      Alastor crashed his lips against yours and slid his palm around and against your clit, pressing against your pubic bone as you bucked against your lovers. Such exquisite ecstasy! Claws, teeth, skin. Oh how lovely that skin looked covered in your bloody slick. You felt Alastor’s shadow working to push a swollen knot into your opening and you screamed into your mate’s mouth.

        Where were your hands? Your legs felt nonexistent as you floated and rocked against your   lovers. The knot pushed in and your mind blanked, body tensing, pushing and pulling all at once. The last thing you noticed before losing consciousness was the soft kisses your mate peppered over you as he took care of you.

       Darkness took your mind and you were so very comfortable. You had no need to worry about anything as you leapt happily into dreamland, your mate’s soft voice reassuring and oh so lovely.

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      Waking was a difficult task, and you groaned at the stiffness in your muscles. Arms tightened around you as your mate snuffled into your hair with a whine.

     “What do you need, my vixen?” His voice was so sweet, eager to care for his needy mate.

      Stretching your entire body with a wide yawn, you worked to answer his question. “Hmm… hungry for something, but not sure what. Let’s start with a smoke, shall we?”

     Nuzzling his cheek into yours before kissing it, Alastor snapped his fingers and handed you a lit blunt. His shadow slithered off and your own shade chased, chittering amorously and nipping at their partner as they left the room. You chuckled at how cute your shade acted around the other. So incredibly adorable!

     Taking in a long hit, you held your breath to soak in all the relief you could before letting it go. You felt so spoiled, snuggled up to your darling, who seemed eager to tend to any whim.

     Coughing a bit, you noticed how dry your throat was, and before even asking, a glass of water appeared in front of you as Alastor took the blunt. You accepted with a sheepish smile, ears drooping at the attentive care. You knew Alastor was a romantic by now (at least with you), but the sweet way he looked at you as he took care of you set your tail to thumping. Such a wonderful mate!

       Setting your water on the bedside table, you leapt onto your darling, startling the demon as he held the blunt away from your hair. Whining and yapping happily, you nuzzled your cheeks against any skin you found and wriggled your entire body against his, tail thumping on the mattress.

     Alastor cooed and laughed at your display, snapping the blunt away and wrapping his arms around you. Your mind felt hazy as you snuggled him, taking in his musky scent- he smelled like safety, like love and joy. He was home.

    “What day is it?” Your question earned a chuckle as Alastor peppered kisses over your hair and face. You closed your eyes, tail wagging as you soaked in his affections. Between kisses, your darling hummed as he thought.

      “We can make certain, but I believe it’s Sunday around 3 o’clock. Is there anything that you needed done?”

      You softened, your heart swelling with love. “I had scheduled a meeting with those providers on Tuesday, but I think I may give my therapist a call to either reschedule or give her the information so she can do the presentation. Ugh, it’s hard to think,” you rubbed at your face, and your mate cooed, resuming his kisses to your cheek, your nose and your lips.

     You felt as though you were still floating, sighing against his mouth as he slid his tongue between your lips. With a wanton groan, you hooked your leg over his hip and rolled against him. He responded with a growl, claws dragging along your side before gripping your ass to pull you closer.

       You shivered when you felt his cock hardening and pressing against your clit. “Want you,” you whined as your bodies pressed and moved with each other.

      “My sweet little mate,” he growled, his body and antlers growing around you. Oh sweet Satan, you wanted him. You wanted him so badly you felt you would die if he didn’t take you right then. Why had he even bothered dressing you? Kind as it was, the clothes were keeping you from that delicious cock.

     “Please, my buck… breed me… fill me… I need you…”

      Your words earned a debauched moan as Alastor snapped your clothes off and slid his tongue along your throat, nibbling gently as he pushed you on your back and moved lower. You whined and bucked at the loss of contact. You wanted to be surrounded by him. Oh but his breath heating your skin was just lovely.

      Alastor’s body was easily twice your size, his eyes bleeding into black as he bit at your breasts, your ribs. Licking a trail to your hip bone, he took a small piece of thigh with a staticky moan.

     “Oh, fuck Alastor. More, my buck. Please. Take more. Fuck me. Eat me. I need…”

     Were you hallucinating, or was reality itself bending around you? Oh who gives a fuck? He was your world, and you wanted to live in him for the rest of eternity.

     Pain and agonizing pleasure hit all at once as teeth ripped a chunk of thigh from you while a tentacle pushed passed the muscles of your entrance. “Haah! Yes! Yes!”

     His mouth was all over you, and as you watched your buck attend you, you whined and moaned and panted at the sight of him.

    Large, gnarled antlers defied physics as they caged you, and you grabbed hold of them, running your tongue over the rough texture and arching your back to rub your sensitive breasts against them. Alastor snarled and nipped at your drenched mound before he was lost to you. His tongue replaced the tentacle that was fucking you, and the environment around you completely altered. Static filled the air, and you watched your mate devour your bloody slick. He was a man starved, offered a five star dinner. He licked slowly, bit at your labia, sucked your swollen clit and licked along your glistening slit, only to shove his tongue back in to fuck more nectar from you.

      Ecstasy. Heavenly- no, infernal euphoria. Your body was alight with desire, pleasure and pain as you cried and screeched and bucked. That tongue was pure perfection, those red dial eyes pure fire, those claws… “Satan, you drive me to madness, you beautiful creature,” your demon growled as he stared you down, nipping at your labia one last time before rising to cover you.

     He’d grown even larger, almost thrice your size as a large hand wrapped completely around your waist and yanked your body down. Looking down, you screeched in need- he was magnificent, rock hard and dripping with precum.

      “Love me, my heart. I need you,” you whined and arched into his larger frame, gliding your claws along his chest as you breathed him in.

     “Forever, mon cœur…” came the reply, and he was inside you. Oh how sweet it was, that burning stretch.

      Your head flung back against the mattress and you screamed. Fuck, you didn’t need a knot, the sheer size your darling had grown to completely filled you. Your sensitive cunt squirted over your lover and he snarled at the pulsing pressure of your body around his cock, his own body rigid as though holding himself back.

      “More, Alastor… don’t— mmn… hold back. I want it all, my monster. Use me. I’m yours, my buck. My mate,” you nuzzled as your body twitched in its release.

      Alastor whined above you, his cock twitching inside you. “You cruel, wonderful, twisted woman. I’m going to ruin you, my little Vixen…”

    Then he was moving inside you as his shadows swallowed you both up, and you were in the bayou you’d made him. He pressed himself entirely within you and you keened. Delicious…

      Sliding his other hand under your head and shoulders, your darling pulled you up to straddle his large hips as he crouched. “Mine…” came the distorted growl of your lover as he began to pull you slightly off his drenched cock, moaning at the bloody slick covering him. “Perfect…”

     He slammed you back down onto him and you screamed in pleasure, wriggling and circling your hips as best you could with his hands the only things holding you. You nuzzled a large finger and bit, rubbing your hands over your breasts to squeeze at your nipples.

     Alastor’s dial eyes flickered and switched down at you as he worked you over his cock, that sweet, mad love shining as he savored your pleasure. Leaning his large head down, he slid his tongue along your joined bodies, eliciting desperate whining as your pussy clenched around him. Quickening his pace, you felt the swell of his cock as he pulsed within you.

      Clenching his eyes shut, Alastor forced your body as far onto him as he could and ground against you. You screamed and latched on to your mate as he spent himself, biting him, aggressive and needy as you rubbed yourself on him. You were coming again after the second pulse of seed hit, and you bit harder, grinding your teeth as your tail whipped. Good luck getting you off of the demon, you were completely attached, as much as you could be. This man was yours, and you had staked your claim many a time.

      You hadn’t heard the bellow your mate released when you bit him, your brain was on fire as you worked through your orgasm. Such wondrous sensations!

     You panted and purred as your bodies pulsed together, as though one large, beating heart. Slowly, Alastor shrank back to his normal size, and his shadows brought you back to bed as you snuggled and soaked in the afterglow. Rubbing your face into his neck, you sighed happily, “you’re amazing, my darling. Thank you so much for taking care of me,” you spoke, your heart full of love for the demon beside you.

     With a happy bleat, Alastor squeezed you and nuzzled your hair, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before moving you to sit up.

     “I believe I heard someone say they were hungry.” He smiled down at you, and you saw your shades slink in holding a tray of your favorite treats. Oh, how spoiled you were!

    Your body broke into a happy puppy wiggle, and you yelped happily. “I am the luckiest demon in Hell! Thank you so much, my darlings!”

    You would have to thank Lucifer. This was turning out to be the best heat you’d ever experienced!

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     “Aaahhh… yesss… Al, fuck… sooo good. Mmm…”

      A loud crack sounded and you cried out in ecstasy, tail shivering as your lover worked your body. Was there anything those deft fingers couldn’t do?

Pop-

Snap!

      “Fuuck.”

     “Feelin’ good, ma chér?” Alastor cooed over your sensitive ear, and you wriggled below him as he moved- such a cruel, wonderful demon.

    “You have no idea, my darling. Those hands are made of magic,” you moaned and arched against his pressure. Alastor chuckled and stopped his ministrations to pour more oil into a palm before returning to massaging.

     Your heat was finally subsiding, and you were ready to be done with it. Your muscles were so stiff, and you counted yourself incredibly lucky to have such a caring mate. That and the sheer stamina of the demon.

       Perhaps symptoms of his rut; your buck only seemed to gain energy when you woke from each reprieve, ready to provide any need, no matter how small or large. He’d made sure you’d stayed hydrated, well fed when hungry, comfortable, and entertained when not fucking you absolutely senseless. You were certain to look back on your first season together fondly, but fuck if you weren’t exhausted and sore right now.

       Alastor moved a leg to settle, and that’s all it took. A screech left your throat, and your buck yanked your hips up with a responding bellow. Leaning to cover you, he wrapped an arm around your waist to hold you up and pushed into you with a staticky moan. Seven Hells, how could he still feel so fucking good?

       “Aahh yes… Oh, Al…” Your words slurred as pleasure lit your brain, and you squeezed your legs, eliciting a low whine from your buck.

        “My sweet little Vixen…” Static and dragging kisses peppered across your shoulders, the low gravelly tone of your lover’s voice sending shivers through your core. The hand holding you pressed against your womb as you cried out, desperate and wanton, circling your hips and pressing as much into him as you could.

        “Satan… you feel so good wrapped around me, ma belle amoureux,” Alastor growled against your neck, tongue savoring the sweat of your heated skin. Dragging those clawed fingers up your stomach, ribs, between your breasts to wrap around your throat, your mate hauled you up to rest flush against his chest as he crouched. You felt a slick tongue glide along your clit as your lover pumped into you and you moaned, bucking desperately against his shadow.

      “Alastor! Oh, my love. Yesss…” The new position stretched your dripping cunt, and you screeched for your lover as he thrust into you, slow, controlled, and oh so sensuous. “Lucifer… you’re so— haaah… perfect…”

      Alastor chuckled low against your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh. “How odd, calling another… person’s name when… ngh! You’re so thoroughly filled,” he teased, and you gave a breathless laugh and nuzzled as much as you could. “You say that like Satan is just a— mmmn… fictional deity. If I’m gonna choose— aaahhh… a sin to call to… it’s gonna be— oh fuuck me…”

     Alastor bit into your shoulder while his shadow sucked at your clit, rubbing a hand over your womb as they formed a phantom knot around his cock, your buck groaning at the added sensations. “What was that, darling?” His voice was distorting, the environment around you fizzling and flickering as he took his own pleasure. His hands were all over you, rubbing, kneading, gouging.

     “M’ gonna… haah…” Clenching your teeth, your head fell back as your body tensed in release, giving a high keening whine. Alastor bit harder at your shoulder, a rumbling snarl leaving his throat as he slowed his thrusts, savoring the pulsing heat of your cunt around him.

      Once your body relaxed he moved faster,  pushing and grinding into you, a territorial bellow sounding as he came to his own end. Such exquisite pleasure! Libidinous moans poured from your lips; the sensation of his seed spurting was such a powerful thing. Pride coursed through your body from the cries escaping your lover’s throat- the glowing warmth from his semen filled you with a primal satisfaction like no other.

      “Mmm— haah… my buck… you take such good care of me,” you drawled, stroking his hair behind you as you nuzzled and rested your head on his.

       Alastor gave a contented hum, happy bleats sounding as he held you close and peppered gentle kisses over the wound at your shoulder. His hands glided over your sensitive skin, lowering you back to the bed.

        “Such power behind such simple words, my vixen. It stirs… much passion…” He nipped at a drooping ear as he squeezed your hips. “How did you put it? Ah! You’ve scratched my dom itch quite satisfactorily!”

       You laughed at your mate’s jovial proclamation, turning over to pull him into a kiss. He moaned against your lips and you gave a soft sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck- you felt so content like this. Precious and cherished.

        “How are you feeling, ma chér?”

        With a contemplative hum, you took a moment to check in with your body- perfectly relaxed, better than you’d felt in ages, albeit a bit sore. Alastor’s massage (outside and in) had really set you right. Nuzzling and hugging your mate close, you gave a happy yelp and thumped your tail as you kissed him again. And again. You could never get enough of his affections.

       “I’m positively floating, my darling. A nice hot bath sounds lovely though,” you replied, rolling over to go to the bathroom.

       Alastor grumbled a bit. Definitely in rut season- the notion of ridding yourself of his scent raised his hackles. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your lips, “I love you, but I am very dirty.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, and he pulled you back down under him, rubbing his nose against yours with a bleat.

      “You smell like mine,” he cooed as he peppered kisses over your face. With an embarrassingly yelpie giggle, you closed your eyes and thumped your tail as your ears drooped. “Well, you’ll just have to find a way to make me smell as such again.”

      You received a groan and nip at your throat for the tease before Alastor let you up again, leaning on his arm as he watched you walk away with a smile. The adorable soft boi.

       When done with the toilet, you pointed to fill the tub and sat at the vanity to brush the tangles from your hair. You heard gentle knocking, and turned to smile at your mate. “May I join you, darling?”

        Rising from the seat, you padded over and wrapped your arms around him, placing a kiss to his chest. “Of course, dearest,” you replied, nuzzling in his fur before gazing adoringly up at him.

       Those cute ears drooped, and Alastor pressed kisses over your forehead as you soaked in each other’s presence. You yipped when he picked you up to carry you into the tub and giggled- you felt like an absolutely spoiled queen! Best. Heat. Ever!

     You played between washing each other, splashing and frolicking as you laughed. You gave a bite to his hand when he’d caught you; that must have fanned his own flames. With an erotic growl, he wrapped himself entirely around you, his shadows spiriting you to his little bayou. Well, you could always finish washing up later.

      “Remember our safe word and gesture, my little Vixen?”

       Fucking shit, how that man weakened your knees, the low hum of static sending shivers down your spine as he purred his words. Tapping the correct gesture, you spoke out, “hellcat”, an evil grin spreading across your poison lips.

      Alastor’s dial eyes glowed and switched down at you, and he lowered his head to rub his nose against yours before placing a soft kiss to it. Then you saw that gleam fill his flickering gaze; you’d only seen it once before.

      A thrill of fear hit your gut with the arousal, and you whined as you pressed yourself against his growing form. The gleam flared to a blaze as his smile turned sinister, a dark chuckle leaving his dripping lips.

       “Run.”

      It took you a moment to follow the order, your feet not wanting to move. You were uncertain… scared. Incredibly horny, but scared. You wanted to stay, to present yourself and calm your contorting buck.

      Eyes switching at you, your monster leaned to tower over you, his abnormally long neck stretching down to your eye level, black blood streaming down his chin.

      “I said… Run.”

      And you did.

     Zipping through the trees, you didn’t look back. You weren’t completely certain you wanted to let him catch you. That gleam in his eye, the only other time you’d seen it was… After Extermination Day. He wanted to hurt you.

     He’d made sure to emphasize your safe word, but if you actually were to invoke it, would he honor it? He’d said on that day he would have hurt you even without your permission. Warning bells were flooding your senses through the haze of arousal, and your heart wanted to break, but you steeled yourself, and leapt in a tree.

       You heard the bellow of his mating call behind you, and a pulse of hope thrummed in your chest. He would heed your call, should you choose to use it. And if he didn’t, then at least you would know, and could end this all-consuming romance while you still had the nerve to do so. Never would you lose your autonomy again.

      ‘Try not to think about that. He’ll listen. I know he will.’

      But it was still there. And as you watched his dark aura follow your scent, your heart began to race more and more, and that fear just kept. On. Growing.

       You ran.

       You kept running. You didn’t want to let him catch you. If he caught you, this could all end. And your heart would break yet again.

        He was different. Al would listen if you called for him to halt his torment. He would…

      “Fuck, stop it Vix!”

      You stopped running.

      Closing your eyes, you worked to ground yourself, working to get your breathing back under control. “It’s just you. Al will listen. If you need to call it quits, he’ll listen.”

       You breathed, and your shadow warbled in warning. Your buck was near. Did you want to keep running? Or could you face your fear?

        Through the branches below, you could see Alastor’s twisted form break through the shadows. Oh how you loved your darling monster. You kept your breath low and steady, keeping yourself as hidden as you could. You were still very much in fight or flight mode, and as your mate looked around, you watched his every action.

       You could take him. If you could get your fangs into his flesh, he would have to completely respawn before taking his revenge. You could poison him if he even grazed your black lips. If he thought you would be a good punching bag, he had a very rude awakening coming his way. He’d said it himself, after all. If he ever stepped a toe out of line, you’d have every right to tear the other demon utterly asunder.

       Adrenaline coursed through you as your mind made itself up, and you grabbed a small twig to break. That caught the man’s attention. Your predators eyes flared to life as you sized up your opponent, and his reaction was both adorable and utterly infuriating.

       “I had every intention to feast on you, my goddess, but I think perhaps it is you who requires a sacrifice at the moment.” The buck lowered himself to his knees, black eyes never leaving your form as you cautiously leapt down and slunk towards him slowly. You were angry. This isn’t what you wanted.

      “No, my buck. I want to serve you tonight. What cut would you prefer? Or perhaps you’d like to rip it from my bones yourself?”

      Your voice was saccharine, slow like honey as you pinned the male with your glowing eyes. ‘Show me who you are, Radio Demon.’

       Alastor groaned as you cupped his cheek, raising his large hands to grip your hips and pull you close. Even kneeling, your twisted monster was eye level.

        “Hellcat.”

         That broke through. Blinking slowly, you cocked your head at Alastor as he raised a hand to cover the one on his cheek. “I don’t know what‘s turn’n in that head of yours, ma chér, but I want to soothe it. There is something wrong.”

         How? How did this demon just completely flip the rug out from under your swift feet? ‘See? He didn’t even need you to do or say anything. He’s safe. You know that.’

       ‘No. He noticed, and he simply made a counter move.’ You needed to know just what he was wanting when that gleam flashed at you. Was it just your pain he wished for? ‘Or total control?’

       That’s what this was. That’s what you were worried about.

        “Darling?”

         “Vixy.”

        “Y/N… Please tell me what’s wrong,” your mate was pleading with you on his knees, eyes fading back to coral on crimson as his form shrank. He stayed on his knees, giving a soft mimic of the whine you’d give him.

       “I think my brain is being a brat again… I… Shit, I’m sorry.” Rubbing at your forehead, you lowered yourself to the ground next to him.

       Alastor seated himself and offered his arms, but you couldn’t deal with touch right now. You didn’t need to say anything- he lowered them and adorably did his best to not look disappointed.

      “You have nothing to be sorry for, so do try your best not to be, dearest. Do you want to talk about it? Was it something I did, or are you being haunted?”

     “I don’t know…” 

      Silence surrounded you both as he sat with you. Just... sat. His shadow warbled below him, but stayed put.

     Soft static fizzled occasionally as you worked to ground yourself. Your eyes opened as a snap sounded, and Alastor offered you a lit blunt.

      With a soft smile, you took the offering. The smoke helped, but now you just felt guilty.

      “You really are one of a kind, Al… Thank you.”

       You heard a snort and looked over at the blushing, preening demon. “I’m quite certain you can obtain your own weed. It’s nothing, darling,” he replied sweetly. You smiled and took another hit before speaking again.

      “Not for that… Well, yeah, that definitely does help, but… for this. Just… Being here… Sitting here with me. It helps… You have no idea how rare you truly are,” you replied, scootching next to your darling to rest your head against his arm.

      With a hum, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your hair. “Not as rare as you, mon cœur. You are my most precious, treasured person,” he said, his hold tightening. “I wish I could swallow you whole and keep you safe within myself, but I know how much you enjoy socializing.”

       The small jest brought a chuckle to your lips, and you nuzzled against his chin. “You can hold my heart, if that would suffice…”

     Silence filled the air around you, your mate stiffening beside you.

      “Is that a genuine offer, Y/N?”

      Lifting your head to look up at him, “If you would accept it, you may take my heart as many times as you desire, my sweet buck.”

       Alastor stopped breathing for a moment, eyes scanning yours- seeking sincerity.

       “You will tell me if it’s too much. I will stop,” he said, his voice strong, confident and firm in his convictions.

       You couldn’t help but melt in his arms, reaching for him in ask of a kiss. Alastor responded with eager helplessness, sighing against your lips when they met.

Safe…

         You were safe here, wrapped in your love as he stole your breath away.

Loved…

       You felt so loved. Safe. Comfortable, warm and oh so loved… Such blissful luxury!

      “Would you like me to use a knife, my dearest? Or my claws?” His hands roamed and squeezed at any fat he found, a wanton moan leaving his throat. He gave a nip  to your bottom lip before finishing. “Or perhaps, my fangs?”

      Lowering you gently to the ground, he dragged his lips across your jaw, over your throat and shoulders, lifting your arms and showering them in the same loving attention as he watched you.

        It was hard to speak, watching him worship your body did things to you.

       “You’re so beautiful…” you whispered in awe- such lovely glowing eyes.

       A soft love tune sparked in the air as Alastor kept the hand he’d been kissing in his, and leaned to press his lips to yours. “As are you, my dearest one. The most beautiful work of art I’ve ever encountered,” he replied between kisses.

        “I want you to devour me as you planned. Fangs, claws, knife- any method you prefer. Rip my ribs out and save them for your supper if you like. Tear up my whole body and revel in my blood. I want to bring you as much pleasure as you bring me.”

      Your mate melted on top of you, happy bleats escaping as he snuggled and nuzzled you. “Oh, you do, mon cœur. You give me so much pleasure, simply by allowing me in your den during such a vulnerable time. You teach me every day, and I revel in each and every moment in your presence, my sweet little mate.”

       Such darling sincerity in that lovely gaze. Your tail set to thumping in the mud, and you knew you were definitely gonna need that bath. Granted, if you needed to respawn, you’d do so nice and clean- shiny and new like a penny.

        Your emotions were all over the place as you wriggled and whined. Alastor’s breath caught as he stared down at you and ran his hands through your muddy hair.

        There it was again. That gleam in his eyes. He wanted your pain; or perhaps it was something yet identified. You needed more information.

       And so you moved. Grabbing a handful of mud, you smeared it over his cheek, down his neck and pressed it into the fur of his chest. A simple enough gesture. Two very different meanings, depending on how he took it. You waited, a mischievous grin playing on your lips.

      With a growl, your darling bellowed his mating call and crushed his lips against yours, hips pressing into you. His eyes turned hazy, and you screeched as his teeth sank into your throat.

       Oh, what joyous relief you felt as he thrust his cock into you. He was safe. That mud only had two objectives- would he take the human meaning of disrespect? Or would the cervid in him take it as a gesture of desire? His reaction spoke volumes to you, and it eased your worries like no other. He still saw you as his mate. You could trust his words. Could trust him…

       “My Vixen…”

       Bites. So many wonderful, stinging bites. The pain brought such wondrous, aching joy, and love swarmed through your body, ebbing and flowing through your veins as though a chaotic school of fish.

      “Ahh! Oh, Alastor… You feel… sooo good…”

     Hands, claws, fangs. He left no flesh untouched, desperate, whining cries your only response as your mate lost himself in you. Your heart swelled when he spent himself, hips grinding into you as he buried his fangs in your chest.

      This was it- how he wanted to take your heart. Buried and connected as close as possible, he thrust his claws between your ribs, and you screamed as your orgasm washed over you.

      What a way to go; what sensational, conflicting and utterly intoxicating feelings coursed through your veins as your beautiful mate broke open your ribcage and began to feast. Truly a monster… ‘My monster,’ you thought, eyes closing in blissful agony for the last time. How you loved him so.

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       Your mind began to wake up, and as you rubbed your head in confusion, you worked to figure out just where you had respawned. The sky was that deep blood red, so you were at least in the Pride ring- it wasn’t often, but occasionally you landed in Lust and would have to travel back to Pride. You were naked (no surprise there), but the great thing about being a fox? You didn’t need shoes, and as soon as you figured out where you’d ended up, you could zip back home so fast, hardly anyone would notice.

      Scenting the air, you caught your general location- the tech district. Nice and familiar. The Vintage Vantage around the corner helped reorient you, and as you slunk through the shadows of alleyways, you figured out exactly where on the map you were, and zipped off to home.

       When you opened the dimensional door, you were surprised by the shadow that zoomed to wrap around and snuggle you. With a soft chuckle, you hugged them and kissed their cheek before your own shade separated to chase and swirl around the other, chirping and chittering in amorous glee.

      Footsteps sounded, and you looked up to your mate with a warm smile that quickly devolved into a seam-ripping fit of laughter.

       “What ever am I to do with you, my messy buck?”

      A very dirty Alastor shadowed down to embrace you, nuzzling and kissing all over your hair and face.

    “Forgive me, ma chér. I couldn’t bear ridding myself of you until your return. I’m feeling most… vulnerable, I think,” he replied sweetly, and you melted.

    Rubbing your nose against his, you spoke, “I’m here now…”

     Brushing your lips to his, you stroked the matted fur of his chest in long, soothing strokes and purred. Alastor whined cutely and wrapped himself around you, clingy and needy as his shadows swallowed you up.

     He must have started the bath when he felt your aura nearing; the large tub was almost filled already.

      “I will be but a moment, my dear. I believe a quick scrub down is in order before attempting to bathe,” he said, mischievous gleam in his eye. You wouldn’t argue. With a soft chuckle, you pulled a large hand to your lips to kiss and turned with a swish of your tail to enter the warm water. Your new muscles were a bit stiff from the earlier use, but after the toll of your heat, you were immensely glad to have a fresh body. What a great little afterlife hack! Perhaps from now on, you would offer your death after every heat! You felt like a new demon!

        You swam around and enjoyed the surrounding warmth. There was a hint of honeysuckle and sandalwood hanging on the air, and it tickled you to think of Alastor trying to decide which oils to use. You had such a thoughtful mate.

       You were running conditioning oil through your hair, soaking on a corner seat when a mostly clean, dripping wet Alastor shadowed in to join you. You giggled at the adorable image and held your arms open for him to shadow into.

      With a happy bleat, he appeared on his knees in front of you and pulled you to him to cuddle.

      “Aww, is someone feeling amorous?”

      Your darling chuckled and nuzzled into your chest with droopy ears. “Perhaps,” he replied, a contented sigh leaving his lips as he settled against you. “I am unused to the intensity of my current desire, my lovely little mate,” he said, before his brows knit, and he quickly added, “Not that I don’t normally desire you. What I mean to say is… Ugh, it’s hard to think straight.”

      You cooed at the adorable demon, and nuzzled into his wet hair, rubbing out any blood or mud remaining in his fur. “You are simply precious, my Alastor,” you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Its alright, my love. I understand your meaning. I will take care of you, my darling mate. What do you need?”

      Oh how the tables had turned; you felt refreshed and energized, while your sweet mate pressed into you, a craving fog clouding those crimson eyes. Idly, your mind worked to figure out how far into his season he might be. No matter. You didn’t even know what day it was, or how long you’d been sequestered- it wouldn’t do to dwell on such matters. Your mate had seen to all of your obligations several days prior, you needn’t worry about missing anything. Now, it was your opportunity to offer comfort.

       Alastor had yet to speak, his nose pressing and rubbing into the softness of your chest as he bleated and nipped at you. So precious…

        Guiding him to the center of the tub, you let your mate cling to you as you worked to wash him of the rest of your blood. He was endlessly fascinating to you- most males would be trying to dominate and mount by now, but your darling seemed to simply need you close and affectionate. He whined when you pushed him from you to wash his front side, but it didn’t last long, morphing into a moan as your hands massaged.

       You looked up to meet his gaze and his breath caught, raising a clawed hand to cup your face, the pad of his thumb gliding across your lower lip. Leaning into his hold, you pressed a kiss to it.

      Radio static danced in the air as several genres of music flipped and switched, meshing and melding into his own unique blend. Vulnerable, he’d described the feeling, and you saw it all in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. So gentle…

     You pet his hair and ears as he explored the planes of your body. His lips swallowed your soft mewls of pleasure, static crackling around you. You began trailing kisses along his jawline, his neck, nipping at his collarbone, and he whimpered.

      “I want…”

     You paused your attentions to look up at your flustered, blushing mate. Rising to cup his cheek, you pressed several soft kisses to his lips before rubbing your nose to his. His hands were still moving over your heated flesh, and the feel of his claws pricking as he squeezed at your fat sent jolts of pleasure to your core.

       “What can I do for you, my heart?” Ears drooping, you stared adoringly at your ever-softening demon.

     Alastor cleared static from his throat, and you had to really work not to laugh at the adorable awkward expression.

      “Well, ahem… Will you… I want you to… Ugh, this shouldn’t be so difficult!”

      You cooed and stroked his chest as he worked to overcome his embarrassment. “Would it make it any easier if I guessed?”

     His ears were pinned, and he sank to plant his face in your chest as he nodded hesitantly. So incredibly cute!

    “Is it something we’ve tried before, or something new?” Your question had him stiffening as he worked to form his words.

     “New,” he replied, and your heart leapt in excitement. You loved introducing people to new experiences, and for your darling to express interest in expanding his repertoire with you… Oh, such joy!

      Your tail was beginning to wag, dragging and splashing the water around.  “Would you like to stay in the tub, or is there another space that you’d feel more comfortable in?”

      That seemed to help ease your mate, his body relaxing as he giggled at your happy tail. “Dry and in bed sounds like a good start,” he replied, his demeanor easing as you moved to exit the tub. Once out, you zapped both yourself and Alastor dried- a wonderful bit of magick dear Velvette had not-so-patiently taught you.

      Alastor gave an impressed hum, shaking his fur out before he gave a startled pop of interference. You had to stifle the laughter that wanted to burst forth at the sight of your buck.

      “Well, that feels a bit better,” he chuckled as he bent to pick up the fallen antler from the floor. He noticed your intrigued stare and offered the shed piece of himself to you, his smile soft. “Would you like them? They tend to carry a small bit of energy and make excellent knives. Or I can make a display to show your conquest.”

       ‘My conquest…’

       Damn, that demon knew how to set you on fire. Walking over to him, you growled and licked the blood at his skull before staring down at him.

      Predators eyes flaring and glowing, you groaned at the idea of dominating him. He definitely noticed your reaction to his words, and that hazy fog clouded his gaze once more. “I want you to take me like a woman,” he moaned out, leaning to pull you close and drag his tongue over your nipple.

       Ozzie give you strength.

      “Fuck, Al…” You ripped his mouth from your breast to crush your lips to him, and he whimpered against you, doing his best to fold into your body as you pulled him close. His shadows spirited you to rest on the bed, and you pushed him gently down, straddling his waist as you kissed.

      “I love you so much, my heart…”

      Your soft words had your mate wriggling, arching his chest against yours as your claws trailed lightly under his back. You moved your kisses over his cheeks, his nose, down his jaw and throat. “Let me know if I do anything you don’t like, or if you want me to do something else,” you finished with a small bite to his throat, and he bucked his hips with a high pitched cry.

      Your lover panted and whined beneath you, but nodded in acknowledgment, and you nuzzled his chin in approval. Calling your shadow, you asked them to bring you some supplies and set to worshiping the beauty beneath you.

      Blood began to soak the sheets below, and you reveled in the feel of it on your skin, the taste of him on your tongue…

     You kissed, bit; licked any flesh you found as Alastor moaned and cried out your name, pleading with you for more. Who were you to deny such a precious creature?

    You ripped a piece of thigh from your contorting mate and groaned as you chewed the meat and swallowed. You felt absolutely feral watching his reactions- you hadn’t even touched the leaking cock in front of you yet, but you could tell. It wouldn’t take much to bring him to his end.

      Your ear twitched as your shade zoomed over to you to unceremoniously drop the items you’d requested, only to zoom back out as quickly as they came. You couldn’t help but giggle at them- if your darling’s spoken wishes were anything to go by, his shadow was in for quite a treat.

      Your mate whined when you moved away for a moment and you couldn’t help the chuckle again. “There there, my sweet buck. I’m not going anywhere,” you soothed, grabbing your special spillicone underwear to roll on. They would be perfect for your task- An incredible feat of fashion technology, they simulated a penis that could grow or shrink with the remote, and had a ribbed opening for clitoral stimulation; Ozzie had designed them himself, along with a female version that simulated a vaginal canal.

       Alastor looked up to see what you were doing and whined, his face going bright red when you met his stare with a mischievous grin and began stroking the new attachment.

     “Well, that certainly is convenient,” he spoke, a spark of curiosity and intrigue lighting his crimson face.

     Sitting up to examine the apparel, he reached out to feel the material, breath hitching when he made contact. “It feels like skin, but it’s not… How interesting…”

      You smiled at how cute your old man was. “There are many luxuries and oddities to be sampled from this time, my darling. I will gladly give you a tour,” you purred, wrapping your hand around his and squeezing, a soft moan passing between you.  “The size is adjustable, according to what feels comfortable to you, and it vibrates. They’re designed to bring both parties pleasure.”

     Alastor was quite lost, but when those sweet eyes met yours, you leaned down to kiss him and he melted, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you parted his legs and bent to cover him. He let out a lascivious moan as your cock slid against his own, the lubricant slick and cool would be a sensation all it’s own.

     The pride that surged through you as your darling fell apart under you could flood the entire ring. He wrapped himself around you as you rubbed your cock along his, sighing and panting and oh so lovely. He made such a beautiful sight- flushed cheeks, ears twitching and drooping as you thrust against him; those hazy, needy eyes that called you to serve.

     And oh would you serve. “My beautiful little mate… You feel so good,” you croaked out, grinding your hips into his. “Mmm…” Your clit was sliding against the stimulator, and as you quickened your pace, you heard Alastor’s frantic cries and sank your fangs into his throat, flicking on the vibration.

      Alastor screamed. The very air around you shifted and distorted. “Hah! Y/N! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

     Crushing you in his embrace, he stilled before his body began spasming, and you felt his seed pulse against your stomach. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy like this. He let out a whining groan and relaxed against the pillows, panting to catch his unsteady breath as you turned off the vibration, licking and kissing at the wounds you’d created.

       You showered your darling in affection as he came down from his high, nuzzling and snuggling close with a contented puppy whine. He giggled and nuzzled back when able, letting out a long sigh.

        “I seem to just keep making a mess of myself,” he laughed breathlessly, and you rested your forehead to his.

        “And I love you for it,” you replied. How utterly you adored this demon.

        Alastor blushed and rubbed his nose to yours, before you moved down to lick your prize from his flesh, and he groaned as he watched.

        When finished, you zapped your underwear off and in the bathroom to clean, before moving to lay back down. Pulling your darling into your arms, you kissed his forehead as he snuggled in, your tail happily wiggling against the mattress. You couldn’t believe how utterly lucky you were- never in your life or afterlife had you expected to find a love like this. Someone to treasure in every way you wished, and who wanted the same things.

       Shifting just a bit, you flinched when something sharp stabbed into your side. Grabbing the offending object, you had to stifle the giggle that wanted to bubble forth.

       An antler. Your conquest.

       With a soft smile, you brought the token to your lips and kissed it with loving reverence, before setting it on the bedside table.

        What a hell of a way to spend a heat. Listening to Alastor’s soft breathing even out, you held him close and pressed your nose to his hair. Home.

        Sleep took hold, and you welcomed it as an old friend, your mind conjuring stories of a life. A life that almost seemed impossible to imagine before. But what a beautiful life it would be.

Chapter Text

      “Breakfast is ready, my beauty. Are you ready to eat?”

       A sleepy Alastor gave a large yawn as he stretched out his entire body. His eyes found the tray in your hands and softened as he gave a pleased hum. “You spoil me, sweetheart. That smells delightful!”

     A surge of pride filled your chest as you walked in and set the tray to hover over the bed while you climbed in and gave him a soft peck. You yelped when he pulled you down under him, giggling as he nuzzled and snuffled against your hair with a contented hum.

      “I love you, mon cœur,” he sighed out, resting his forehead to yours with a soft smile. Whining happily, you rubbed your nose against his and pressed one more kiss to his lips before he released you.

    “I love you, my heart,” you replied, rising to sit as Alastor picked up a piece of fried bacon.

     “I think I’m ready to get back out in the world today- perhaps a walk, and check in with everybody. What do you think?”

      Alastor hummed as he savored his breakfast, swallowing before speaking. “I suppose we can’t hide away forever. I believe I feel up for an outing if that is your wish… If I may make an odd request?”

     You smiled around the bone you were gnawing at, nodding for him to continue. “Will you keep my seed on yourself for today?” He watched you crack your bone with a soft smile, and you couldn’t help but feel tickled that he enjoyed your messy foodie side. Such a soft boi. A true friend as well as lover. You felt like the luckiest demon to ever manifest!

      “You are so precious, my buck. I shall proudly wear your seed. Would you like me to wear any special apparel for you? You could choose something, or I could surprise you.”

        Your offer had Alastor’s ears pricking to attention, a small flare of static buzzing around you.

        “You wonderful, wicked woman,” he chuckled out between bites. “You are an endless well of entertainment!”

       Your smile turned mischievous at his reply, and you flashed your predators eyes as you leaned your head to the side. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you countered, and Alastor laughed around his meat.

      “As well you should, ma chér! The highest I can give! Hmm…” He became lost in thought for a moment, tapping his fork against his teeth as his mind worked. “I require more information before making such an important decision…” he spoke softly to himself, before his gaze roamed to find yours.

      “Do you already have something you were planning to wear for me sometime?”

     Your smile widened in response, and you made a point of taking another bite of your pancakes. Static crackled around you as the fork stopped its tapping.

      “I believe I’d like you to surprise me.”

      You laughed heartily at the adorable demon. “I suppose I can figure out a little something,” you sighed out, acting as though he’d made the most inconvenient decision. It wasn’t a good act of course, but your exaggerated damsel performance earned a giggle and kiss to your cheek.

      When finished with breakfast, you both frolicked and made love once more in Alastor’s bayou before finally moving to begin your day.

       You’d made your mate wait downstairs to reveal the special outfit you’d been saving. The whole ensemble took almost ten minutes to fully adorn, your little darklings helping to style your hair into a half-up art piece of curls after assembling the attire.

      The victorian fusion dress was a stunning work of creativity that Velvette had imagined up for you, and you felt positively giddy with anticipation to wear it. Mesh stockings that had inverted pentagram microphones stitched on the front, just high enough to accentuate the tall black stiletto boots that reached just above the knee. Next came the black laced corset, then a maroon under layer wrapped over a ruffled black petticoat, halter top open in the shape of an old cathedral radio to show off your cleavage, a thin layer of gold tulle to simulate the speaker. Little red and black radio dial buttons were snapped together to close the layer, and your shade helped you into the pinstripe halter overcoat. The coat itself flared around the petticoat, not quite touching the floor.

       As one of your little darklings were finishing adjusting the matching bow tie, another sidled up to you holding several of the tails you’d ripped from yourself through your rough heat for assessment. They would need to dry a few more days, but the ideas flitted through your mind for all the gifts you’d make from them. If your darling felt like exploring his feminine side, you would make a most splendid piece for him to drape himself in. But you were most excited to begin work with Ozzie to build what you had designed after the tour of your mate’s home. It would be the perfect addition to his collection!

      With the final touches in place, your largest darkling slithered up to you, the specially crafted staff held up with both hands.

       It certainly didn’t work like Alastor’s totem, but the prop was nearly identical, with a coral heart in place of the sentient eye. You took the cane with a grateful kiss to the shades head, giving them a good ear scritch for their efforts.

       You knew precisely when Alastor saw you, the static rising to a fever pitch in the room as you walked down the stairs.

      “What do you think, my darling? I’ve had this little getup sitting in the back of my wardrobe for a good few weeks waiting for the right occasion. Does it suit your taste?”

       A silly question. The look in your mate’s eyes told you that he definitely liked the outfit. Your grin turned wicked as you glided towards the choking demon, and spun for him, ending in a vogue pose.

       Alastor gushed.

      “My darling, dazzling Vixen, you are the most stunning woman I’ve ever laid eyes on! Oh sweetheart!”

      You couldn’t help but giggle at the conflicting emotions flitting in his gaze- he seemed torn between lust and pure joy, and it made for the cutest little expressions. He reached his hand out and bowed in ask of yours, and you accepted with a soft smile.

      Music began to play and Alastor began to sing to you as he swept you into a dance. Oh how you adored your darling demon! You swung and glided in your living room as he quite literally sang your praises, your shadows swirling around you as you moved. His magic flared the fireplace to life as he twirled and dipped you,  green hellfire lighting up that lovely sinister grin.

       “I can’t decide whether to parade you around town, or whisk you back to bed, my dear,” he finished his adorable show with a soft smile and a breathtaking kiss. Falling into him, you gave a whine as you swooned.

       “We could always try getting out again tomorrow,” you offered, nuzzling into his neck as he held you, eliciting a small chuckle from your mate.

       “Ah, but therein lies the problem, dear Vixy. I simply must show you off! In fact…”

       His eyes went wide for a moment before he snapped a notebook into existence labeled ‘Experiments in Passion’ and began writing furiously. You couldn’t help but snort- how many subjects had he had to explore since you’d met? You found him absolutely adorable- always wanting to research and take notes, no matter the subject. It seemed to help him sort out the tangles of his mind, and the way he stuck his tongue out to chew as he concentrated on whatever held his attention made your heart swell. So cute.

        “Since you’ve got your experiment notebook out, may I pose a question for you to ponder?”

       Alastor looked up as his hand continued to write his thoughts, his head cocking. “Of course, ma chér. What were you thinking about?”

         You smiled as you watched him go back to his writing before speaking. “Yesterday you asked me to take you like a woman. It made me curious. Is that because you wished for me to penetrate you, or would you like to explore your feminine side? There’s much to explore, and should you wish it, I would happily indulge you in whatever way you desire, whether it’s makeovers and going dancing, or showing you other pleasures. And as for penetration, the term is ‘anal’ or ‘pegging’, should you decide you’d like to try.”

        Alastor stiffened as red crept up his face, his pen stopping as he thought about your words. “Pegging… such an ugly word, but noted. I believe that is what I was wanting at the time, but also not. How do I explain?”

       The pen tapped against his sharp teeth as he worked to organize his words. “When we make love, you always look so… blissful… It made me want to know what you were feeling… to be surrounded and consumed wholly until nothing else exists. I have a feeling it is a difference in our sex and/or sexualities, but I would like to know for sure. Does… that make sense?”

          Your face softened on him. “I utterly adore you, my Alastor. For me, what makes the biggest difference is who I’m having sex with. What brings me that bliss is knowing you have me, that I’m safe and wanted, and so very well loved. We can of course try whenever you’re ready. Annnnd, should you decide you’d like to try on any feminine clothing, I’m happy to share my wardrobe with you. All of my clothes are spelled to fit perfectly on whatever body they’re wearing…”

          Alastor quirked a brow at you, searching and analyzing before giggling.

         “I take it you might enjoy that,” he purred, resting the pen against his bottom lip.

        You shivered as the image of a dolled up Alastor in nothing but your fur burned its way into your mind, and your mate burst into laughter.  “Perhaps we will try on a night we’re staying in. However currently, with the way you look in that dress, we’re definitely going out!”

      Alastor finished his writings before snapping the notebook gone and hugging you close. Humming and snuffling into your hair, he squeezed at the boning of the corset before groaning.

      “You are the very embodiment of temptation, ma belle…” he spoke, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead before stepping back and offering his arm with a soft smile.

     You melted at your darling’s words, rubbing your thighs together as you swished your tail. Semen and slick mixed and melted into your underwear, and you noticed Alastor flaring his nostrils before a prideful grin overtook his features. Which only made you wetter.

      “This will be more of a challenge than I anticipated. Think we can make it for three hours? That should give us time for everything,” you spoke slyly, finally taking his offered arm. Alastor snorted-  of course he could make it.

“My dear, I’m hoping to just make it for one,” he retorted, and you stumbled in your steps, eyes darting up to his own heated stare. For a moment you stared at one another, and then it just happened.

       ““Pfffthaha! Hahahaha!””

       The two of you devolved into a giggle fit.

     It took a while to calm down after that, the both of you leaning on the other to stay upright. Looking up to your mate’s teary face, you worked to speak as you caught your breath, “There’s always the odd dark alleyway, but let’s compromise and try for two?”

     Alastor’s eyes flashed black as they found yours, his grin demented. “How do you do that so well?” Oh what a cad! Alastor in the throes of his rut was such a treat!

      “I have a good partner to bounce off of,” you replied with a wink, booping his nose before reaching for the door handle.

    You received a happy bleat for your effort, and out the door you walked.

       The walk was incredibly refreshing, and you both stopped by a small buffet to greet friends and swipe a small bite. Alastor kept you close, your arms linked as you made your way through town. Checking in with Anita, you learned that everybody had had a meeting with Charlie- they’d scheduled moving day to occur in a few days, Lucifer offering to move the dimensional space if you were still unavailable. You felt a swell of love for the fallen angel. He was turning out to be a wonderful friend- even if he didn’t know it yet.

     Anita and several others had already made the move to their living quarters, and gushed about how friendly dear Charlie was. She couldn’t believe how wonderful a princess of Hell could be.

     “I had a feeling you’d get along like a couple ‘a hellcrows,” you said, your smile soft.

     Anita chuckled before turning sheepishly to Alastor, who had been following you so closely, if he weren’t The Radio Demon, one could almost mistake him for your shadow. “I wanted to thank you sir. You probably don’t remember me, but you once saved me in a difficult situation. I was a bit… shaken… at the time, but now that I’ve gotten the chance to meet you again, I gotta say thank you.”

      Her words came out a bit faster than her usual cadence, but he’d heard it all, humming in response. “Not to worry my dear. I love a good impromptu slaughter. It was quite fortuitous in fact! I haven’t had gator in years!”

      Your eyebrows rose at the exchange, lips tucking in a frown. “Nita…”

     “Don’t you ‘Nita’ me. It was three against one! You’re good, but you’re not this guy,” she lectured.

       “Ow. My pride,” you deadpanned, placing your hand over your heart. Your mate giggled behind you, placing his hand on your head. “My dear, I believe if this dame ran into three goons in nothing but her tail, they’d need five more and still not compare. Why, this little darling cut my throat like it was Sunday brunch!”

         Anita stared at the two of you, mouth agape as she processed Alastor’s words. “You know what, this-“ she pointed between you, “makes waaaayy too much sense now.”

        You snorted at that, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Yes, well, all that aside, next time, call me. For someone who constantly says to put faith in others, you sure have a hard time doing that yourself.”

        It was gentle, but the message was received, Anita’s ears drooping as she looked away. She was so adorable, chubby cheeks puffing out as she crossed her arms. A huffy child receiving an unwanted but necessary lecture.

        “Yeah yeah, I get it. You’re an all powerful, mystical mystery woman who don’t need no man,” she replied, her eyes rolling playfully.

         You chuckled before heading towards the door. “Damn right. But this one’s definitely a keeper,” you said proudly, enjoying the way your mate drug his claws lightly over your soft curls as his hand left your head.

          “Oh you are just sickening! I’ll see ya in a few days, ya love bugs,” Anita spoke as she waved goodbye, Alastor’s shadow waving back from behind you.

         Continuing on your way, you decided to just text Velvette to check in, scheduling both a fur delivery (for which your sweetheart was ecstatic) and a girls day. One of the best things about your darling doll- as impatient as she could be in the midst of a task, she was never so if you forgot to say hello. Odd as it was, she was simultaneously a high and low maintenance friend.

       ‘Neurodivergent’ as the youth would say. You weren’t certain what type of neurodivergent, but she definitely hit the mark in your opinion. She understood things in fantastical ways, and refused to play sweet just to appease those who perceived themselves to be above her. She was an absolute gem among women.

        You didn’t need to worry about paying attention as you walked and texted. Arm in arm with your darling, his sinister aura engulfed the area around you. A demon would be a complete fool to impede your journey. Although you did notice the odd admirer from afar, which wasn’t exactly new, but it wasn’t exactly common either. Most of your fans were normal and incredibly respectful when you met them, usually stumbling and stuttering as they tried their best not to stare at your tits for too long.

       As you got closer to the hotel, you noticed the low buzz of static that hung around your mate was steadily growing, and you squeezed his arm to catch his attention. Those lovely bright eyes met yours, and you whispered with an evil grin, “should we find an alley?”

       Alastor softened, chuckling at your jest (not a jest), before shadows swallowed you up and you were standing in front of the hotel. “I’m afraid we had some uninvited company along the way,” he said, his eyes darkening.

       “You get used to it. They usually don’t do anything, and if they do, hey, free dinner and entertainment!” Your jovial attempt at reassurance did not have the desired effect.

       “You shouldn’t have to put up with that. I understand your having to work with that vile moth. That’s business. But stalkers?” Rage blazed and danced behind those crimson eyes, contained but only just. Oh, he was just such a darling!

       “You’re so sexy when that wrath fills your gaze,” you purred, tail swaying in seductive delight.

        A record scratch sounded and you laughed at the spluttering demon. “We’re in Hell, my darling overlord. Unfortunately the rules down here are dog eat dog (forgive the pun). As well equipped as I am, I appear small and vulnerable to most other people. It is their mistake for thinking as such. Those who try receive my Hell for however long I decide. That’s not exactly fair either, but again- we’re in Hell. I’m a demon. And a damn nasty one, if I may say so. And you, my darling mate-“ you brought his hand to your lips to kiss. “Are the biggest, baddest demon in Pride. Who in their right mind would mess with your woman?”

        Alastor stiffened, radio static flaring as his brows knit. “I appreciate the attempt at placating, but you are my mate, not “my woman”. I’ll not have you denigrating yourself just to soothe me.” He cupped your cheek and you melted with a hum.

      “I love you, you adorable teddy bear,” you replied, tail wagging slowly. You lost yourself in his gaze, leaning into his hand with a soft happy whine as your ears drooped. Your mate mirrored you and pulled you in for a tight hug, his chin resting on your curls.

      “Only for you, mon cœur. And I will bring horrific nightmares to any who even think about hurting you.”

    “Awww… My darling demented demon,” you purred. “Such sweet words create such a challenge.”

     Alastor’s eyes flashed black for a moment, radio dials switching down at you as he registered your words. “How long has it been?”

       You laughed at the question before producing your pocket watch. “It’s been about an hour and a half. Your room is just upstairs. We can easily take a break before getting back to it,” you offered, a sweet smile playing on your lips.

      Alastor responded with a soft, frustrated growl as he rubbed at his temple. “I’d rather wait until we are done with our tasks for the day,” he replied, kissing your forehead before your nose. “Because by the time I’m done with you, ma chér, you won’t be able to stand, much less walk.”

        ‘Shit,’ you thought, a bright blush rising in your cheeks. How this demon set your very soul ablaze!

        Straightening with a chuckle, Alastor opened the door for you, and you had to quickly step aside as a blurry mass flew past to land in an explosion of dirt. Your eyes met Alastor’s, each quirking a curious brow.

       Crawling out of his crater, the hotel’s newest guest, Baxter, grunted and muttered as he walked back toward the door he flew out of- something about crazy degenerates and trust exercises. He paused when he noticed his audience.

     “So you’ve returned. Dare I hope to presume your mood has improved?” His question to Alastor earned a sly grin and giggle from you as he tensed, humming static flaring in the air.

     “My good fellow, my mood is simply a reflection of the company. Have you been enjoying your stay?” he asked, his grin turning sinister as he stared down the small demon. Baxter bristled and made his way to go inside.

      “These redemption exercises are completely illogical to a learned scientist such as I. Such childish romps are foolish. I can’t imagine why you’re hovering around this pipe dream,” he replied, casting you a disgusted glance.

        A laugh track sounded and your demon leaned on his cane, his neck stretching to meet the little angler’s eye, smile so wide his black gums peeked out. As the little guy halted his steps and held his hand over his nose, Alastor spoke.

        “Why that answer is simple, my friend. My favorite entertainment is watching you climb that ladder of hope, only to fall into the fiery pit of failure.”

        ….

      Baxter said nothing, his eyes squinting in discomfort before he squeezed past the intimidating demon. Your mate did so love to strike fear in others. Not exactly conducive to healing and rehabilitation, but hey… baby steps. Plus, it was such a turn on to see his monstrous visage.

      “Come now darling, let’s not scare off your guests,” you chuckled and moved to walk in, your mate making way for you, his smile softening.

       “Disgusting…”

        You heard the muttered comment, but you were used to such manners by now. Your sweet mate, however, quite obviously did not approve.

        “You could stand to learn some manners, little guppy. I am so looking forward to the day when you go back to your boss in shame. He did tell his last little spy to kill himself, but I’m sure he will be most forgiving to you,” he retorted, voice chipper, but his eyes… Rage boiled behind his carefully controlled mask. You wanted to both jump the dashing demon, and cuddle him until he couldn’t take anymore. Such a darling man.

       “Al, is that you?” You heard Charlie before you saw her, and you couldn’t help but devolve into laughter when she appeared in the doorway. The woman was absolutely covered in paint and stickers!

       “Oh Charlie! What a splendid welcome! Hahaha! What a treat! What ever could you be working on, my dear?” Alastor questioned between giggles- there he went again, shoving that rage down. Oh well. Perhaps you could work on that. When he was ready, of course. Honestly it was impressive how well he could force that wrath down- an unfortunate perk of being raised by the fist. You either learned to mask, or you died.

       Charlie smiled sheepishly, rubbing more stickers into her hair as she looked off towards the lounge. Walking in, you saw the whole gang working to decorate the hotel lobby. Vaggie and Frank worked on painting their signs, while Angel and Husk looked like they were plotting something over by the bar while looking over towards the retreating Baxter. Keekee chased Razzle as the little dragon snickered and taunted her. The sweet little hellcat had been extremely affectionate toward the dragon after losing Dazzle. Even Fat Nuggets was toddling around, oinking playfully with them before settling in at Angel’s feet.

      Taking in the room, you saw several large (obviously lovingly handcrafted) ‘Welcome Friends’, ‘Welcome Home’, and ‘Walcum Dockturz’ signs drying around the room. Well, now you knew why the stickers- they were almost completely covering one of the signs.

      Your heart swelled at the sweet gesture, and you were fairly certain you had hearts in your eyes. They were such sweet, thoughtful demons! Charlie noticed your emotional reaction and cooed, wrapping you in a tight hug. She let you go after a moment and your heads turned when you heard Lucifer greet your mate.

       “Heya Bambi! How was the honeymoon? I’m surprised you aren’t taking more time off.” The fallen angel was flying down, holding a very excitable Niffty, and landed gracefully in front of Alastor. Niffty zoomed up to Alastor’s shoulder to hug his neck, stories of new species of bugs she’d encountered spouting frantically from her lips.

      Lucifer cupped his cheeks, eyes sparkling at the cute little demon, and you cooed at the whole scene. Love filled your whole body as you watched your family work together. Yes, that’s what this little motley crew had become. A true, loving family- something you certainly weren’t given starting out in life, but here in Hell of all places, it seemed you were finally getting to experience this feeling. How utterly ridiculous and wonderfully splendid!

       Once Niffty had finished her dramatic monologue, Alastor praised her prowess as he lifted her from his shoulder to set down, his gaze soft. The little demon zoomed off happily, and the two men watched her disappear before Alastor spoke to Lucifer.

       “My sabbatical has been pleasant, my friend. It’s not quite finished yet, but I should be officially back for the big moving day. In fact, we’ve just finished visiting with dear Anita,” Alastor explained. He actually seemed to be a bit more relaxed around the shorter man, and you hoped that little moment of solidarity would be the seed to start a beautiful friendship. The man could certainly use some more friends.

        Lucifer’s eyes widened as he looked between you before he gave a low whistle. “Huh. Most sinners can’t stay off of each other when in their seasons. Gotta admit, I’m impressed. In that case, permission to greet your mate?”

       Your heart melted as you watched the interaction; what a sweet little angel! Alastor’s smile widened as his chest puffed up a bit. A prideful buck if ever there was one. “Of course,” he said, soft gaze turning to you as you left Charlie’s side to join the two men.

       Lucifer smiled sweetly to you, keeping his distance respectfully as he spoke. “Vixen, how are you feeling? I hope this idiot has been treating you right.”

         Static flared as Alastor’s smile and shoulders hitched, and you laughed. “I’m positively delighted seeing such a wonderful welcome being prepared! It’s a pleasure to see you again, Lucifer.” You stepped closer to shake his hand, lowering your voice to a whisper. “And thank you for healing my darling idiot,” you added with a wink.

        Lucifer blushed lightly before laughing at whatever face said idiot was making behind you. “Well, I’d say it was nothing, but you and I both know how stubborn he is,” he replied, sly grin adorning his face. You chuckled and nodded in agreement before stepping back to Alastor’s side, said demon letting out a huff of annoyance.

       “My Alastor? Stubborn? Surely you jest, my dear,” you teased. “We just wanted to drop by and check in with how things were progressing. I’ll be available to move the office space, but of course you’re welcome to come as well. The process usually doesn’t take me too long, so it should arrive by noon.”

        Charlie nodded excitedly, Vaggie walking up to join her. “I can’t wait! I’m so excited to learn more about the human mind!”

        You chuckled at the adorable woman. “As far as I seen, the human mind isn’t much different to a hellborn’s. But I too am interested to see what differences there may be.”

       Charlie perked up at your words. “Really? That honestly makes a lot of sense. I’ve had the hotel as experience, and I’ve been trying my best to recruit sinners off the street, but most people I meet don’t really want to talk. Or you know, want their ‘parts’ touched.” She’d whispered that last line, and you couldn’t help but feel for the poor dear.

       You patted her back and noticed Alastor leading Lucifer away- he would have been able to hear the princess’s words. Vaggie rubbed the other side of Charlie’s back, soft vengeance radiating from her gaze. Hmm… Interesting. The angel held much behind those lovely eyes.

       “Charlie dear, you deserve so much better than what you’ve been saddled with. When, and if, you ever want to try therapy, I highly recommend it. In fact, your uncle Satan has his own personal therapy assistant. I’m uncertain if you’ve seen each other recently, but while he still has trouble, and is very much on a journey, he has made a lot of progress.”

      Charlie and Vaggie gave you all of their attention, looking surprised. “Oh! That’s right- you haven’t seen my demon form yet, have you?” The two women looked to each other and back to you, shaking their heads. “Well, I work as a therapy fox as one of my jobs. I’ve worked with him several times over the years,” you explained.

      “Oh, but I’m getting off track. Forgive me, I’m still a bit ditzy. Should you decide to give it a try, I would be so happy to schedule you an appointment. You’ve been through a lot, and you deserve to heal from it all. Or… if you just need a friend to talk to… I’ll listen. For either of you… I must confess, I love you as I would my sisters.”

      Charlie’s eyes went wide, large tears welling as Vaggie gave you a soft smile, rubbing Charlie’s back as the sweet woman began to tremble. You opened your arms, and Charlie nearly fell into them, crushing you in her embrace as she wailed.

     “I love you so, so much! Thank you Vixy!” You cooed at the display and ran your fingers over her hair, gently picking out and discarding stickers that littered the strands.

      “I leave you alone for two minutes and you make my daughter cry. I think that’s a new record, Vixen.”

      Charlie looked up and laughed as she wiped at her eyes. “What can I say? I have a talent,” you shrugged with a grin.

       It would appear to be time to head home. Your mate shadowed right behind you, placing a large hand on your head to muss your curls. “Shall we continue with our day, my dear?”

        You grinned at his eager gaze, and Lucifer laughed, Vaggie joining with a small giggle. “I think that’s a good idea,” you replied, holding your arm out for him to tuck into his own. You said your goodbyes after a quick hug from Angel, and headed back home.

        You were honestly quite surprised that Alastor didn’t just shadow you both back, but he seemed to really enjoy testing his limits. He loved a good challenge, in any area, it would seem. How long could he wait before he needed to give in?

          As you made your way home, you enjoyed watching as other demons scattered and ran from your mate. His aura was almost oppressive in his current state, crimson eyes glowing in sinister delight as he too enjoyed his effect.

         You’d made it about halfway home when you were suddenly yanked to the side, around the corner and against the brick wall as your lover stole your breath away. Oh, how spoiled you were! You felt positively giddy as those sharp claws pressed and dragged up your arms and over your exposed shoulders.

          “Care to play, my lovely vixen?”

         You let out a whining moan against his lips, arching your back to press your chest into his. Alastor groaned and gripped your hips to pull flush against his. You couldn’t help the screech that left your throat when you felt his erection through the layers of your skirts, and you zapped your panties off to your pocket dimension- they would only get in the way.

        Alastor’s nostrils flared and he gave you a cocky grin before he lowered himself to his knees and hiked one of your legs over his shoulder. Dipping his head under your skirts, you felt his tongue glide between your slick lips and you keened. You hadn’t expected him to entertain the idea of fucking in an alleyway, but as that skilled tongue stroked and rubbed you into a panting mess, the fact that your darling radio demon was on his knees to please you in public only made you more wet, more wanton.

        The man was on a mission, and you were ride or die. Hell, you were ride and die!

        You were close, and Alastor knew it, that cruel, wonderful demon. His lips closed over your clit to suck at once more before his head left your cunt and you growled in frustration. Your mate glared seductively up at you and licked his glistening lips before rising to kiss you again.

       You jumped on him.

      He caught you easily and pushed you back into the wall, sadistic joy gleaming in those lovely crimson eyes. You heard his zipper before you felt his cock filling you, throwing your head back against the wall.  

        He gave you no time to adjust, and you loved him for it, lascivious cries escaping your lips as he used your body. His claws sliced the fabric at your neck and your top layers fell away, black corset the only clothing left to cover you. You watched as a lusty haze filled that glowing gaze before those dripping fangs found the flesh of your throat.

         You screamed as you came to your end, wrapping yourself entirely around your mate as he cried out at the sensations. He didn’t last much longer, and you felt the delightful scraping of the brick wall against your tingling skin as Alastor leaned himself into you and released his fangs. It took him a moment to catch his breath before shadows swallowed you up, and you were in your bedroom.

        “That was both nerve wracking and exhilarating, but I think I prefer to keep you to myself,” he spoke, soft and low as he pressed soft kisses along your clavicle and shoulders, up your neck, jaw and finally your lips.

        You sighed contentedly against his lips and let him carry you to bed. He laid you down and lavished you in affection, happy bleats sounding as his lips trailed over your chest. You chuckled and cooed at the adorable demon, petting his hair and ears as you watched him worship you.

       His fingers began to unlace your corset and you quirked an eyebrow at the other demon, smile widening in amusement. Alastor noticed your reaction and let out a dark chuckled, leaning over to kiss and nip at your lips.

         “I believe I told you that by the time I’m done with you, you wouldn’t be able to walk. Well my dear, I’m a man of my word, and you are in for a long night.”

        ‘Satan give me strength, this man will be my second death.’ Your tail set to thumping against the mattress and your mate let out a hearty laugh. How easy it was to make you a happy little kit.

      “Well then, my darling mate, let’s begin,” you countered. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pulled your darling down and into your depths.

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       You awoke to the smell of sizzling meat, stretching your limbs out with a yawn before rolling out of bed and padding down the stairs to the kitchen. Soft jazz played as Alastor hummed along, working on stirring a pot and flipping over a few pancakes. An ear twitched as you walked towards him to wrap your arms around his waist, rubbing your forehead against his back.

     “Good morning, mon cœur. How are you feeling?”

       Smiling against the soft cotton of his shirt, you answered, “after last night, I’ve got the world on a string, my darling. How are you feeling?”

      Alastor hummed, setting his utensils down to turn in your arms. He giggled at your messy bed head and ran his claws through the tangled strands. “I’m feeling more like myself finally. Breakfast is pancakes, bacon, and a bison quiche- would you like anything added to the menu?”

        While finishing de tangling your hair, he kissed your forehead, kissing your lips when done. You sighed into the kiss, pulling him closer before letting him go. Those lovely crimson eyes glowed down at you and you smiled up at him.

        “That sounds lovely, darling. Is there anything I can help with?”

       Alastor placed one last kiss to your nose before turning to check his work. “you could set the table and pour us some drinks. I’m feeling like a mimosa,” he replied, and you set to your tasks.

       When done, you sat down and sipped on a gin as you watched your darling pull a delicious steaming quiche from the oven. He snapped the food onto the table and you yelped excitedly, mouth watering as you began grabbing a bit of everything to try.

       Food was one of the greatest pleasures in life, and your appreciation for it only grew in your afterlife.

        By the time Alastor sat down, you’d shoved two pancakes into your mouth, moaning at the flavor of the blueberry compote. He laughed at your puffed up cheeks and wiped a finger at the side of your lips, bringing it to his own to suck at.

         “Thith ith amathing Al! Thank you tho much!”

         Alastor chuckled, eyes glowing as you continued to stuff your face, before digging in to his own bloody feast. The morning was slow and easy, the two of you enjoying the monotony as music filled the air- soft, happy, sometimes positively silly jazz.

          With a full belly, you made your way upstairs and to the herbal cabinet in your bedroom, picking out what you would need before heading to the closet.

         “Brewing potions, little witch?” Alastor breathed against a ticklish ear, and you jumped. Your mate had actually got the jump on you! And the joy that shone on his face was almost worth it. How he loved to scare people.

         “Oh, you little snot!” Your exclamation only made the other demon laugh and smile wider as you whapped his arm playfully. “Yes, I’m brewing a potion to turn you into a frog,” you teased, lifting your hand to point as you whispered the incantation to open your realm of darkness.

         “Awww, you don’t need to transform me in order to get a kiss, ma chér,” he countered, giving a small bite to the tip of your ear. With a small yelp, you leaned your body into his, tail swishing gently.

         “I’m getting a birth control tea blend started. I must admit, I never thought I’d be preparing it for myself, but I find myself quite giddy now that I get to do so.”

         Radio static rose softly, and you turned to examine Alastor’s face. “Darling, I’m certainly willing to have the children talk, but it’s a bit early in the relationship to bring little demons into the world, don’t you think?” (Not to mention the whole ‘hellborn can’t just respawn’ thing, exterminations, etc. But you said nothing about that bit.) Your sly grin brought a bright red blush to your mate’s face, a small pop of interference sounding.

          Looking off to the side, ears drooping, Alastor spoke. “Forgive me, chér. I believe I’m still experiencing symptoms of my rut,” he chuckled and looked back to you, running a hand through your hair. “My instincts are telling me to spirit you away and keep you thoroughly filled.” His eyes glowed as he continued.

          “However my mind is very aware that I’d most certainly make a terrible father,” he finished with a small laugh. You couldn’t help but melt. The sheer discipline of the man impressed you to no end, and the fact that he felt secure enough in your relationship to be so honest with his thoughts made your heart swell.

          Cradling his hand in yours, you brought it to your lips to kiss. “Thank you for sharing that with me, Al. While the idea is sweet, I doubt I would have the emotional bandwidth for little ones. So it would seem we are in agreement in sentiments,” you said, and Alastor’s smile softened.

          “My dear, you would make a wonderful mother, and I have no doubt that your kits would be the most adorable little hellions to ever live. But yes, for now at least, we are in agreement. No hellspawn for us,” he said, hugging you close and snuffling in your hair.

         Giggling and nuzzling against him, you separated to walk through your door and set up your work station. You laid out your ingredients- rue, cotton root bark, and wormseed as your little darklings swirled around you in happy greetings.

       Alastor giggled behind you and you noticed your previously wary shadows cautiously greeting with wagging tails, quickly zooming away if he got too close before coming back to try again. Fucking cute as fuck! As he worked to gain their trust for a proper greeting, you set to work on grinding the herbs, asking one of the shades to get some water boiling.

        As you worked, music filled the air and you felt your shade split to play with everyone. It didn’t take long at all to fix the tea packets; not even an hour had passed when you’d tied the last dose. Packing the little bags up, you couldn’t help but soften when you spotted Alastor gently petting two of the darklings that had surrounded him, his own shade long since split curled up in a darkling pile. You kinda felt bad making them all stay in your realm, but they tended to have a problem of being violent to others without warrant. They’d definitely enjoyed their playtime on Extermination Day though, that’s for sure!

         “I’m sorry, my little darlings, but I’m stealing our Radio Demon,” you spoke, small whines sounding from the shadows as Alastor looked up to you, grin widening.

         “I do believe these little sweethearts are finally warming up to me,” he said gleefully, giving the shades one last rub to the ears before standing.

        “What else do we have planned for the day, my dear?”

           Alastor’s question made you ponder. Was there anything that needed doing before moving day tomorrow? You couldn’t think of anything.

         “I can’t think of anything that needs doing. Was there anything you would like to do?”

        Your mate hummed in thought as you exited your realm, sealing the door behind you.

         A stroll through town might be nice, if you’re feeling up to it. We could see if Rosie feels up for a visit,” he said, and your tail began wagging slowly. “A walk sounds splendid, darling!”

        With a chuckle, Alastor snapped his suit on before casting you a long glance. You smirked and held your arms up, as if at the tailor for a fitting.

        “You know me too well,” he teased, eyes roaming over your form, concentrating.

         After a moment he snapped, and you felt the telltale breeze of styling. Once he was finished you spun for him, ending in a pose, and he clapped, an audience track joining in. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your adorable mate.

         Walking over to examine yourself in the mirror, you were pleased with Alastor’s choice.  The outfit was something you would have worn back when you were alive for an evening out with your favorite lady. A red flared skirt that fell just below the knee, sequined black top that blended seamlessly, and a thin pink sweater. A sensible strand of pearls around your neck matched a pair of teardrop earrings that hooked through loops of hair that sat on either side of your face, accentuated by the half up hairstyle he’d chosen. Finishing off the look was a comfortable pair of black and red oxford heels. Lifting up a foot, you were tickled to see the little hoof prints adorning the bottoms.

        “Do you approve, ma belle?”

        You couldn’t help but to sink into the strong arms of your mate as he pulled you to him and rested his chin between your ears. With a happy whine, you snuggled closer against him, eliciting a chuckle from the man.

      “Very classic. I adore it. And I’m incredibly impressed with your knowledge of undergarments- the silhouette is spot on!”

        “Hahaha! You would be more impressed with underwear than jewelry,” he replied, kissing a twitching ear before the top of your head. With a snort of laughter, you turned in his arms to rub your nose to his.

        “Jewelry is lovely, but nothing compares to a comfortable bra,” you countered, pressing your chest against him. Your mate snorted in response, pulling you into a soft kiss with a groan. “Then I shall shower you in as many undergarments as you wish.”

         “I love you, you wonderful demon,” you said, eyes soft as you took a moment to just soak in each other’s presence.

        “I love you, my Vixen,” he finally spoke before letting you go. Your soul was alight with those warm fuzzies, tail swishing in joy as you made your way down the stairs and out the door.

        Fresh screams met your ears and you smiled as you took in the scent of blood and a few unsavory other things. Your mate seemed to be both excited and wrathful at the same time, and you wondered what he was feeling. Not that you would actually ask while out in the open like this.

      The feel of Alastor’s aura flaring to full strength left you weak in the knees, and you were grateful to have his arm in yours to lean on. Of course he noticed his effect on you- you caught the cocky grin that formed as you leaned into him. Ever the prideful buck. Not that you minded. In fact, it only served to arouse you.

        As you walked arm-in-arm, you both enjoyed watching the chaos around you. Most demons fled, some didn’t even notice, and some were in the process of murder or mugging. A few cannibals hovered around a small buffet, and Alastor looked as though he wished to join, but he made no move to do so.

     “Did you want to stop for a bite? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind sharing,” you offered, and Alastor shook his head. “Rosie would have my liver if I ate before a visit,” he chuckled out, pulling your hand to his lips to kiss before setting it back in his arm.

          “I’m surprised. I would have guessed you’d enjoy that,” you teased, and Alastor laughed. “Perhaps I would, but not with that withering glare set upon me for bad manners.”

          “Ah yes. You are, if nothing else, ever the consummate gentleman,” you replied. Your mate hummed with a nod, chest puffing in pride. ‘So cute,’ you thought, ears drooping at your prideful buck. You would raze Hell for this demon.

      “Alastor? Oh Alastor! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in weeks! - Hello, Y/N sweetheart, how’ve ya been? - Alastor, you owe me an explanation, mister.”

      Rosie had swept you both into a giant hug when she noticed you walking in her store. The sheer strength of the woman was baffling- your yelp sounded more like a squeak toy than anything coming from a canine. How Alastor managed to not make a sound, you could only guess.

       “Rosie dear, how have you been? Forgive my prolonged absence; I’ve been on sabbatical with dear Vixy, but I’m back now. We were hoping you’d have a bit of time to spare for your friends.” Alastor bowed once Rosie released you and the woman gave a hearty laugh.

        “Always such a charmer,” she praised before wicked understanding lit in her obsidian orbs, and she shooed any lingering customer out the door.

          Once she’d flipped her ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’, Rosie grabbed each of your hands to gush excitedly. “So by sabbatical you mean—“

           “Our mating seasons, yes, yes. Let’s not get overexcited, sweetheart,” Alastor cut the woman off with a roll of his eyes, and you giggled at the embarrassed flush of his cheeks.

        “Aww, you adorable little thing! I’m proud of you sweetie- helping your partner during a heat is a big step, and a really sweet gesture. Y/N,” she turned to look at you. “Do you want a little something for afterwards? I have medicine for welcoming extra company, or if you enjoy the afterlife as is, I have an aid for that as well.”

         You gave her a soft smile- such a thoughtful woman. “Thank you darling, but I’ve already made my own medicine. Al and I have decided we’re not ready to raise little hellspawn.”

         “For now, at least,” Alastor added, and Rosie chuckled.

         “Good for you two, sweethearts. That being said, if you do ever decide to take on the challenge, I get first dibs on auntie privilege!”

         “Of course, sweetheart,” Alastor replied.

         “Who else would teach the little gremlins how to make a decent cup of tea? You’re absolutely terrible at it!” Rosie’s tease made Alastor snort.

         “Coffee is always a superior beverage, no matter the occasion,” he responded.

         “Oh yes, I can see it now- little Alastors hopped up goin’ buck wild cause all their daddy knows how ta make is black coffee,” Rosie scoffed, sly grin on her lips.

           At that you both groaned, and you noticed Alastor’s ears pin as he rubbed at his eyes, smile tight. “Rosie dear, let’s change the subject. Have you heard any interesting news lately?”

          Rosie took the hint, releasing your hands and moving to head up stairs. You followed and Alastor trailed closely behind you. You felt his claws run gently through your curls as you made your way, and you smiled softly, chest swelling with love.

          “Well, sweet Charlie seems to be bringing in some professional head shrinks to incorporate into the hotel, but you probably already know that. Ol’ Luci seems to be re-emerging to help out as well- I saw him on Vox 2night tryin’ to hype up the project, but I gotta say, it was a littllllle… lackluster.”

            You snorted at Rosie’s attempt at sugar coating. “You mean to say he was a panicking nervous wreck?”

          “Oh hoho! Now that is something I would have loved to see! Did you happen to get a recording? Oh, never mind that, I want to witness that crash for the first time with said wreck,” Alastor got out between his laughter.

          Playfully smacking his arm, both you and Rosie grinned at each other. “Is a man not allowed to enjoy a good train wreck in peace?”

        “Never in peace, my dear,” you replied, wicked grin widening when he sighed in defeat.

          “Where’s the entertainment in that? You’re in Hell, Al. If we ever give you peace, we’re not doin’ our job,” Rosie added, sharp smile overtaking her features as her face grew skeletal for all of two seconds. What a delightful treat!  How you’d love to witness her full demonic form.

        “Well anyway, the whole thing kinda blew up in Vox’s face cause Luci won the public over. All the gals are gaga over the powerful but shy and handsome King Morningstar. Not sure if it’s the attention y’all really want for the hotel but hey, business is business. And who knows, maybe dear Charlie will get a new mama!”

         “I’m fairly certain dear ‘Luci is perfectly content to wait for his wife’s return, but it will be very entertaining watching him squirm,” Alastor replied.

           “Huh, that almost makes you sound a bit sentimental,” Rosie countered with a chuckle before her face lit up.

          “Oh, but where are my manners? Come, sit, sit! What can I get’cha? I’ve got a fresh batch of candied pinky fingers- oh, what am I thinking? I know you like your venison- I think I’ve got a nice leg in the meat locker. Y/N hunny, what about you? What would you like sweetie?”

           The woman was practically vibrating in her excitement, and you felt a small short pang of guilt. You had kept her best friend from her for who knows how long, and here she was offering her love and hospitality in return.

           ‘Oh come on Vix, you know that’s not how they see it,’ you thought, but the tightness in your chest was still there, so you spoke. “A thigh would be sublime, darling,” you started, grabbing Rosie’s hand to cradle in both of yours.

          “I’m truly sorry we didn’t tell you where Al was. I know that must have hurt, and neither of us would ever wish to cause you harm,” you finished and Rosie cooed, cupping her cheek in her free hand.

          “Oh you are just adorable Y/N! I’m not really upset. I just gotta give our boy a hard time!” She swept you in a spinning hug and kissed your forehead, an exaggerated, “mmuah!” leaving her lips before moving to leave the room to get some food started.

          “Could you use some extra hands? I find myself unwilling to leave your glowing company,” Alastor enquired, and Rosie gave a high pitched squeal before giving him the same treatment- spin and all.

        “Oh I am just so happy you two showed up! You always brighten up these walls, Al; of course you can join in! Y/N, d’you like to cook?” Rosie set Alastor down with a big kiss to the forehead, and he rubbed at the spot like an embarrassed child. With all the hormones simmering down, you still felt that grand swell of sweet love at the sight.

          Family. You felt well and truly loved; in such a way you found difficult to get used to. Angel probably had no idea just how grateful you felt for his romantic meddling. Not only had he gifted you a goofy, sappy, gorgeous love to match your freak, but he gave you the opportunity to wriggle your way in to a family… of sorts.

          “Y/N? You alright there sweetie?”

           Rosie grabbed your attention by waving a hand in front of you, and your mind came back to register the question.

           “Oh don’t mind her. You just gave the poor dear what I like to call a ‘love lock’. It’s the most adorable hilarity! Throw your most wicked sexual desires her way and she doesn’t even blush, but give her sweetness and she positively freezes with adoration”

            Well, that at least got your mind working again. Fucking overlord and his stupid people reading skills. Rosie was laughing with Alastor, and you wiggled your toes to feel a bit more present.

           “In answer to your question dear, yes, I do enjoy cooking, though I’m a better baker, so I could whip up some dessert while you two handle the dinner?”  Your words finally came as you all began walking back to the kitchen.

          It was a classic style, and you noticed some of the appliances had magick buzzing around them- probably spelled for convenience.

          “Mind if I rummage around and see what you have?” Your question caught Rosie’s attention and she nodded gleefully before she and Alastor disappeared through the meat locker door. Idly you wondered if it was dimensional like the one Alastor had conjured just before extermination day. Perhaps she’d even taught him that bit of magick; she was older than both of you after all, already an overlord before you fell.

          ‘Focus Vix,’ you thought, and you stepped over to look through the perfectly organized cabinets. Rosie truly was a foodie by all counts. She had literally everything! Her cabinets were spelled for (what seemed to you at least) infinite storage, housing every herb and spice under every ring! Different types of flour, multiple colors of sugar… ‘oh my Satan.’ Fresh vanilla bean!

          Well, what did you expect? With her power, she could probably communicate and receive offerings from earthen souls. For all you knew, she could even manifest herself up top. You were completely in awe of the simple beans. It wasn’t that you couldn’t get vanilla down here, but to obtain the plant itself, you either needed a connection up top, or be able to go up and get it yourself.

          After surveying the cabinets and fridge (another marvel of infinite and diverse supply), you grabbed a few ingredients and set to work. Simple, but delicious.

          Rosie and Alastor joked and jibed with each other as they walked back through the meat locker, arms laden with meat, and your mouth began watering.

          Music filled the silence after the laughter died down, and you all worked on your designated projects in contentment.

          Lunch/dinner (linner) was a splendid affair, and by the time you left, the sky was darkening. Walking arm-in-arm, you barely noticed the fleeing demons, too full to take enjoyment from their fear. With a groan, you slouched over to hopefully lessen the strain of your gut.

        “I ate too much,” you complained, and your mate chuckled as he stroked your hand. “If you ever leave Rosie’s without eating too much, that would be the day—“

        Looking up to see what had caught Alastor’s attention, you noticed a small black drone ducking just behind a smoking chimney.

         ‘Really bro?’ Your brows lowered and lips tightened as you looked back to gauge Alastor’s emotions, but he had set his steel mask firmly in place, smile wide and unbothered.

            “Come along, Vixy. It’s been hours since I’ve tended my lovely mate. I simply must rectify this and cover you… Thoroughly,” he growled seductively, but with his smile so wide, his face looked more irritated (aka not sexy mood) sinister than anything, aura flaring and wrapping around you. You noticed his shadow warbling and played along. He was apparently still dealing with symptoms, his body rigid as you opened your dimensional door and walked inside.

            “Do you want to talk about it?”

          Your question elicited a short record scratch, and you turned around to look at your contorting mate. His breathing was heavy, chest puffing out as he tried to catch his breath. Was he… having a panic attack?

          “Alastor, what do you need? I’m here…”

          Cautiously, you crept slowly toward him, giving him time to notice you, stopping once close, but not touching.

         With a low growl, Alastor pulled you flush against him and rubbed his cheeks over your hair as he worked to steady his breath. Wrapping your arms around his hips, you nuzzled his chest with a soothing purr, ears drooping as you snuggled your love.

          Shadows swallowed you up and deposited you on your bed, but Alastor made no move to take you, seeming only to need to hold you close as he worked through whatever he needed to work through. You wished you could snap to fix problems. Unfortunately, if that magick existed, you’d certainly never heard of it.

          “Is there anything I can do?” Your question caused his arms to tighten as he breathed you in and snuffled into your hair.

         “You’re doing it right now, chér. Just… stay here with me,” he breathed out with a soft sigh, his body relaxing if just incrementally.

           You stayed there, wriggling closer and nuzzling as you purred, tail moving to drape over his hips. Your shadow split to wrap around him as you laid together, and you thought of an old lullaby your mother would sing… before she ran away… without you.

          ‘Never mind that, you selfish kit, comfort your partner,’ you thought as you began to sing.  You couldn’t remember all the words- something about longing to be with loved ones over seas and mountains. A hope for a bird to carry the song to the one you love.

         It was old, passed down from mother to child over decades, and as you finished the last choppy verse, your mate sighed out some more of the tension, his weight settling on top of you. His nose glided along your neck as his breathing began to even out, long lashes tickling your cheek.

        “Thank you, mon cœur…”

         Tightening your arms around him, you kissed the ear closest to you and hummed. “I love you, darling. I wish I could snap and make it better, but sadly that magick continues to elude me,” you replied, earning a soft chuckle.

          “If you ever figure that out, dearest, you would rule all of Hell,” he replied, running his fingers through your hair as he rested on you. You giggled in response and kissed the top of his head.

         “Would you like a smoke? Maybe something to drink?” You felt Alastor’s lips upturn against your throat as he sighed contentedly.

        “Actually, chér, would you mind very much,” you felt his tongue slide over your clavicle, “if I partake of your flesh?” His sharp teeth nipped gently at your shoulder, and your breath caught as you worked to settle your body’s reaction. He wasn’t asking for that, after all.

         Kissing his head, you smiled sweetly to him as your eyes connected. “Eat your fill, my sweet buck.”

        Alastor melted on top of you and brought his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, a small bleat leaving his throat. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered against your lips, and then he was feasting.

        Your screams filled the air as your mate took bite after bite, slurping at the blood that spurt from a particularly deep wound at your forearm. He moaned and sighed as he savored your taste. He was so very lovely covered in your blood. The sight of him filled you with a sense of possessive adoration- he was yours.

           He didn’t take very much this time, languishing his tongue along your wounds between gentle, dragging kisses. He looked far more contented now, nuzzling and bleating as he took you into himself.

          When satisfied, he curled himself around your bloody form and kissed your head, your cheek, your nose, and finally your lips. Those lovely crimson eyes watched you as your body worked to heal from his attentions. It didn’t take very long at all, most of the wounds quite shallow.

           “Thank you, my sweet vixen…”

         “Anything for you, my darling,” you spoke softly, bloody yet healed hand cupping his equally bloody cheek. With a soft hum, your mate kissed you once more, fingers trailing up your arm and over your back.

         It was difficult not to let your mind wander down into the gutter as Alastor quite literally pet you. Once you were more settled, you were able to enjoy the soft touches. Adoring, predatory, positively glowing eyes watched you all through the night, the last image to pull you into slumber. Wrapped up in Alastor and your shadows, your sleep was gentle and forgiving, a blissful dark pit of respite, and by morning you felt ready for what lay ahead.

        Time to move a dimension.

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            A muffled scream carried through a towel clenched between your teeth as a sharp blade sliced through your flesh, and when your femur snapped, you saw white behind your closed eyes. Thank Satan you were sitting down!

            With a quick slice, your shade separated your leg from your body, and you tightened the belt around the gushing wound as you grit your teeth and growled. Setting the offering into stasis, your shade slithered over and wrapped their arms around you, nuzzling and kissing your head as they checked the tightness of the tourniquet.

          With a contented whine, you snuggled close and waited for the worst of the throbbing to subside, hoping you hadn’t woken your slumbering lover upstairs. After about 15 minutes, the stub began regenerating, and after 30, it had grown just past the new knee.

         You mixed up some biscuit dough while your shade went to their next tasks- scrambling eggs, frying bacon, and starting a nice, spiced venison sausage gravy. You hummed as you worked together- it was starting out such a lovely day!

         An ear twitched at the sound of hooves making their way downstairs, and you passed the biscuit tray to your shade to stick in the oven. They’d finished their tasks, the eggs and bacon in stasis, the gravy simmering on the stove as your groggy mate walked in, nose high in the air as he sniffed.

       “Good morning, dearest. Did you sleep well?”

         Sleepy coral eyes found you in your chair, soft smile adorning your lips. “Good morning, mon cœur. Apparently, I slept very well. It smells delicious in here,” he complimented, walking over to lean down and kiss you. With a happy whine, you rubbed your nose to his.

        “My shade and I have prepared a special treat for you,” you teased, and your mate cocked his head, smile growing sly.

        “You spoil me, darling,” he replied and sat down excitedly. Your shade sidled up next to him and, with a chuckle, he kissed their head before they placed your leg on the table in front of him.

       Eyes widening in glee, Alastor looked from the leg to your face before shadowing over to hug you.

       “This is just splendid, my dear! I’m the luckiest demon in Hell! Thank you!” He kissed all over your face, happy bleats sounding as he showered you in appreciative affection. You couldn’t help but giggle, that demented swell of love filling your demonic being as your lips met at last.

         Shadowing back to his seat, Alastor examined his prize before breaking off the foot and biting off the big toe, a happy moan sounding as he closed his eyes and chewed. You melted as you watched him enjoy his meal and thanked your shade when they set the cooked food on the table next.

          “What would you like to drink, darling?”

        Alastor paused between bites to swallow before speaking, “coffee, please.” Your shade took care of the request, snuggling him once more before stretching and slipping back into you.

         Breakfast was delicious, the two of you sharing food as you listened to Alastor’s selection for the morning. You had your own personal record player wherever you went with your darling in tow. Though you doubted he knew anything modern; you’d need to introduce him to Verosika’s work sometime. He’d probably scoff and proclaim everything after his day to be oversaturated drivel.

        “What time did you say we were to be at the office?” Alastor’s question broke through your distracted mind, and you looked to the microwave clock.

       “I’d like to get to the hotel by noon, so if we leave in forty minutes or so, we’ll be right on time,” you answered.

       The oven timer dinged, catching your attention, and you stepped over with your new foot to pull out steaming biscuits. Leaning over the tray in your hands, you inhaled the delectable scent and moaned. You placed them in a breadbasket and set them next to the gravy, grabbing two to set on your plate.

        Alastor had begun working on the thigh when he paused to watch you spoon gravy over torn pieces of biscuit. Swallowing the meat, he reached his fork over to your plate, gathering a good combination of gravy, sausage and biscuit before popping it in his mouth.

       Quirking a brow, you took your own bite, and your tail set to wagging as you both hummed in foodie delight. Alastor really enjoyed the venison sausage and grabbed his own healthy portion.

       Once finished devouring your leg, three biscuits, eggs and a few pieces of bacon (a bottomless pit, that demon), Alastor snapped the cooking equipment clean for you. You finished with your own breakfast and had one more cup of coffee before moving upstairs to get ready for the day.

        With a short shower and a ‘quick dry’ zap, you headed to your closet to find an outfit. You wanted to be comfortable yet professional, deciding on a pair of black ‘slack’ sweatpants, red button up shirt, and black loafers. Adding the pearls Alastor had gifted you, you braided your hair to finish off the look before opening your realm of darkness and welcoming your darklings into yourself. You would need to be whole in order to control the office dimension.

      Closing your realm, you met Alastor in your bedroom and made your way downstairs. Shadowing down, he opened the front door for you with a bow, and you chuckled with a, “thank you, darling,” before stepping through.

       The walk was lovely, and you both enjoyed a brief show of a few cannibals chasing down a terrified newcomer. The chase soon turned into a buffet, and you continued on your way, offering praise to the victorious predators as you passed.

        When you arrived at the office, you met everyone in the waiting area. The group was a wide array of species, some happier than others to be moving yet again, but at least (as far as you could tell) this would be the final move… Hopefully.

         “Y/N! Mr. Alastor! Good to see you! We’re all ready to go when you are,” Anita greeted you both. With a smile, you walked to join the group.

        “Hey Nita! We’re good- ready for go time! Hey guys! Sorry to be so MIA lately, but this should be our last move. At least for a good long while. And no more worrying about turf wars turnin’ up our soil!” You gave everyone their preferred greetings- hugs, pats on shoulders or backs, fist bumps and handshakes, and you all made your way back outside. It was much easier to move dimensions if they were clear of any active soul energy (aka: no people meant much lighter concentration). It was much like towing a vehicle of sorts.

          Closing your eyes, you placed your hand on the closed door and concentrated on the feel of the boundaries. The space was incredibly large, almost half the size of Vee Tower, and you felt as though you were falling as you absorbed each floor, each room, each couch, plant and computer. You took it all in, your soul a spacial vacuum of demonic energy, your shadows wrapping around it all to hold it together inside.

           Opening your eyes once settled, you looked up to everyone and smiled. “All ready to go! Shall we?”

         The group sounded off their yeahs, okays and grumbled affirmations, and Alastor led the way to the hotel.

        Since Anita and a few other providers had already moved in, they could remember the way easily, and you reached the hotel without any trouble with Alastor at the head of the group. He scared off any would-be attackers better than any security guards.

        As you walked up the hill, you saw the entire gang waiting excitedly (Charlie was bouncing) outside for your arrival. What a warm and lovely welcome! Niffty zoomed over and climbed Alastor to hug his neck before taking a seat on his shoulder to observe the group behind him.

        “Hello everybody! I’m Charlie! I know some of you already, but once Vixen gets the office set in place, if you’d like to live with us here, please come and meet me, Vaggie- oh! This is my girlfriend, Vaggie- say hi, Vaggie,”

          “Uh, hi,” the angel waved at the group with a nervous smile.

           “-or Alastor, and we’ll get you set up on the floor below your office. We have a fully stocked kitchen if you want anything to eat, and we’ve got a workout room and we’re thinking about putting in a pool. We have a fully stocked bar- this is our bartender Husk, and sitting on Alastor is our housekeeper Niffty! And-“

        “Babe, why don’t we let them inside first?” Vaggie asked her partner patiently, an exasperated love shining clearly on her face as she pat the other woman on the back.

        Charlie grinned sheepishly to her girlfriend, rubbing the back of her head. Such an adorable little darling!

           “Right! Um, come on inside everybody! Vixy, you wanna set up shop? I can take you all up, so you know where you’ll be.” With an amused grin you nodded and moved to follow.

           “Oh, you guys! This is so lovely! Thank you for such a warm welcome!”

          The residents had put up their handmade welcome signs, balloons were tied wherever room could be found, and tables were lined up with all sorts of treats! “You guys really went all out!”

         Niffty zoomed off of Alastor’s shoulder to grab a tray of steaming buns to offer. They smelled of spiced meat, and your mouth watered as you took one before the little bug offered them to the rest of the group. When you bit into it, you couldn’t help melting! Curry! Your favorite kind, at that! It was delicious!

          You ate as you walked, taking the elevator to the third floor. Making a quick and easy decision, you chose the room directly across from the elevator- it would be the perfect position!

          Depositing the dimension was much like taking it in, an extreme vertigo falling over you as you released the large office. You felt the strong arms of your mate catch you when you swayed a bit, and you let out a heavy sigh as you looked up to him gratefully.

           “Is… Is it done?”

           Husk’s deep voice caught your attention, and you nodded with a soft smile. “Yep! Why don’t you try going in?”

         Husk stepped past you to try the handle, but when he opened the door, you were all met with a simple hotel room. Husk’s ears dropped in disappointment, and you chuckled.

         “Now close the door and give me your hand,” you said, and Husk did as told, looking much like a child being shown an interesting magic trick.

          Grabbing his hand, you flared your aura and felt his react, storing the signature in the dimensional ‘keypad’. “Now, remember how to flare your aura on your own?”

          Husk nodded, and you told him to try again while flaring it.  The door opened and you were all met with the large medical office waiting room. Husk let out a laugh and slapped your back, looking positively boyish in his delight.

        “That’s really something, Y/N!” He exclaimed, wide grin matching your own. You did so love showing off, but seeing Husk light up like that? So much better of a high! He so rarely got excited about anything, and you wanted to see that adorable kitten face more!

       “You know, you could always join Angie and I for magick lessons if you’d like,” you offered. A smile tilted his whiskers up before you noticed him falter and slouch back into nonchalance; and was that fear in his eye?

      “No pressure, of course,” you tried to reassure him, but the man shook his head.

      “Nah. Thanks for the offer, though,” he said, his voice disinterested. Hmm… ‘Don’t get all mother hen now. You know better than to pry in front of others,’ your shade warned from within, and you nodded.

      A large hand plopped between your ears to muss your hair, and you looked up to glare at your rowdy mate. Snickering sounded from the group around you- your colleagues would be teasing you later, that was a certainty.

       “Now that that’s out of the way, why don’t we show everyone to their rooms and get the party started? It seems our sweet Charlie has arranged quite the soirée!” Alastor had an odd glint in his eye, and you tilted your head to try and puzzle it out. It was almost angry, but also sneaky?

        “Right! So, do we need a sign or anything for guests to know where to go?”

       An ear turned before your head, and you smiled to Charlie. “No need, dear. The best part of our clinic is that it’s only for clients to know. You’d be surprised how many people get followed. This method keeps our patients safe and unfound, at least for a little while,” you explained, and the princess nodded in understanding.

        “If this place is as safe as you say it is, I’d bet my afterlife’s savings every one of em’ stays here.” Reginald piped up, and Charlie turned to the pelican with an excited smile.

         “You really think so? Oh, I hope they do! I want this project to work so badly! Think of all the souls we could save!”

         Anita bleated out a laugh, “I don’t know if they’ll be sincere in wanting redemption, but I love your optimism, princess.” 

       Charlie and Vaggie both softened at the little ram, and was Vaggie blushing? Well then, if that panned out, you’d need to think about returning her soul. But no need to worry just yet. Hopefully Anita would know when she was ready to take it back.

         The group got back in the elevator, and you exited into the lobby, and Charlie, Alastor and Vaggie handed out room keys to the souls wishing to stay. Walking up to Niffty, you requested the location of anymore of those delicious curry buns, and she eagerly showed you to the correct spot before giving a quick hug to your leg and zooming off to clean up after her guests. You couldn’t help but melt at the adorable little demon.

        You were halfway through your fifth one when Angel sidled up next to you, his face playful, but his eyes held concern. “Heya Vix, ya got a minute to catch up and fuck around?”

        Straightening, you nodded and smiled, waving to Alastor to let him know you’d be back. He nodded back to you as he continued his work, and you followed Angel to his room.

        He was silent the whole way, huffing out a sigh once the door was closed. His mask fell, and he walked to pick up Fat Nuggets before sitting on his bed. You joined him and waited silently for him to speak, patting the cute little hellpig’s head.

         “You know Al’s an overlord, yeah?” The question was cautious, so you nodded, biting the tease that you wanted to reply. Did anyone not know? “He uh… He owns souls and stuff.”

       “Yes, Angie. I know he can be quite cruel to said souls as well,” you replied, tilting your head in confusion. What was he trying to get at? You tried your best to quell the annoyance that wanted to rise in your gut.

         “You know he owns Husk’s soul?” Well, now you did. Honestly, it made sense; why would he want to work here when there were no paying customers? “Niffty too, but she says all the time she likes it, so… I guess take from that what’cha will,” he shrugged, Fat Nuggets lifting his head to lick at Angel’s chin.

         Ah. That’s what that look was earlier. He’d been reminding the other demon of his place. The pieces clicked in, and you could see Angel analyzing you- trying to ascertain your reaction.

        “I can’t say I’m overly surprised. A bartender for a hotel with no customers makes very little sense. I will take that into consideration when we interact. Perhaps you’d like to suggest tagging along for magick lessons when Alastor isn’t around?” You grinned slyly, but Angel didn’t cheer up much.

        “Has Alastor done something?”

         Angel shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t really know what all he does. Husk and me, we shit talk a lot, but… I dunno. Maybe it’s nothing, but I know he ain’t happy being a slave.”

         You took a moment to formulate your thoughts before speaking. “Angel, do you know that, technically I’m an overlord?”

          Angel jerked as his eyes flew back to yours. “I own souls. In fact, I own several of the souls downstairs. I’d like to say that I was benevolent, but personally I don’t believe there is such a thing as a benevolent slave owner. No matter how kind you are, you still own slaves.”

         “Yeah, but you said so yourself when you offered me that deal, that you’d give it back when I felt ready. So that’s the kind of person you are. Al, he- well, I can’t say he’s exactly nice to Husk, but he probably ain’t goin’ full Val on him. I don’t even know if Huskie’d talk about it, even with patient confidence, or whatever you guys call it.”

         “I won’t pretend I’m a saint, Angel. Ten of my souls have known nothing but torture since I claimed them. I would need some more information, but if you believe Alastor is being needlessly cruel, I will do what I can to help. But Angel…” Your friend had taken a real risk coming to you with this- you would need to tread carefully.

         “I don’t know how much I will be able to help. You know better than anyone how cruel overlords can be. I hate making comparisons, but when we live in a place where our literal souls are able to be taken, sometimes it’s better the evil you know. Do you think Husk is likely to lose his soul again? I could offer Alastor a trade, but I would need to get to know Husk more before offering his soul back.”

        Angel cocked his head, and you sighed. Time to show your own cruelty. “I will not give up a soul that I deem unworthy. It is in my own vain fault. I am a particularly nasty demon to others with certain… backgrounds.” Angel sat silently for a moment before he seemed to put the pieces together. “Oohh… I don’t think Huskie’s the type to hurt anyone who ain’t askin ’for it. He actually saved me from a roofie once, ya know?” That caught your attention, and Angel noticed, chuckling at your expression.

        “It was a while ago. I was… well, I was kinda self destructing; couldn’t see a way out, ya know? So I just… let it happen… Honestly, the love drops made things better. Easier…” His face softened before he continued.

         “And in comes this fluffy asshole, slapping away my drink and startin’ a brawl before yankin’ me out by my coat!” He laughed and you smiled at how cute he was. The man was in love. “So there I am, pissed off my night’s ruined and here comes Husk singin’ about how I’m a total loser, and we actually do a whole fuckin’ broadway number! Then we get interrupted by the same guys who were trying ta fuck around earlier, and we blast the bastards!”

         You smiled to the other demon. “So you believe he is a good man.” He nodded excitedly, and you chuckled lightly. “I will speak to both Husk and Alastor, without letting them know what we’ve discussed today. I don’t know what all will come of it, but if Husk wants his freedom, and I can trust him not to be needlessly cruel, I believe he deserves it.”

         Angel pulled you over Fat Nuggets for a hug and you laughed before separating.

        “Soooo, when are you gonna tell him how you feel?” Your question earned a bright blush from the man, and you laughed harder. It would appear you wouldn’t be getting an answer.

         Once you’d settled down, you both hugged again before standing to leave. Angel offered Fat Nuggets a walk, but the little guy went back to his bed to curl up in with an oink.

          By the time you got back to the lobby, most everyone had either found their rooms, or left for home. Alastor turned from his conversation with Lucifer to widen his smile at you, eyes squinting, analyzing. You smiled and gave him a wink before walking to the bar for a drink.

        Husk handed you a mystery drink with a grin, and your tail set to wagging- he did know how to make an amazing cocktail! You would need to find time to talk with him without Alastor in earshot, but that was a tall order; his hearing was incredibly impressive.

        With grateful thanks, you left the bar to walk over to Alastor, who seemed to be enjoying Lucifer’s company more now, bumping your hip against his thigh in greeting. He looked down and kissed your hair before turning back to Lucifer.

        “Hey there Vixy! How’s it hangin’?”

       You couldn’t help but snort at the awkward greeting. The poor dear was not used to socializing. “Lucifer, it’s a pleasure to see you again. I’ve been well, and you? Staying out of trouble, or makin’ a little mischief?”

       The little Angel grinned, “well, I am a master at mischief, but I know how to play nice.” He finished with a wink, and you chuckled. “What have you two been plotting over here? Anything interesting?”

              “Wellll, I was just asking Bambi here if you would be moving with your colleagues. If you wanted a room here, it’s yours, or I could make some extra space in Al’s room. If… that’s… well, yeah,” Lucifer trailed off, and you noticed your mate stiffen beside you.

           “I’m perfectly capable of adding space myself, thank you. I would reply that Vixy and I have yet to discuss such plans, but she would be within her rights to do so,” your mate looked almost haughty. “If she wished to,” he finished, and you giggled at the careful response. He was too cute sometimes.

         “I can always stay with Al sometimes, but I prefer to have my own space,” you replied, and you felt your mate deflate just a bit. Did he actually want to live together? Hmm, perhaps a talk was in order on multiple subjects.

       “Ha! Well, I can’t blame you there. Lilly likes her space too,” Lucifer, his gaze turning to a sad softness.

       Offering an empathetic smile, you spoke, “you know, therapy is for everyone, fallen angels included- if and when you feel ready.” He brought a hand to rub the back of his neck as he looked away.

        “But on a more fun note, we should totally have a sleepover sometime!” Lucifer lit up as Alastor let loose a record scratch. “We are demons, not children. That would-“

          “Be amazing Vixy!” Strong arms lifted to spin you, a surprised yip leaving your throat. Once down, you looked up to see Charlie with stars in her eyes. Oh, how adorable! “I didn’t know human children had sleepovers too! Do you watch movies and eat popcorn too?”

            That had apparently caught little Niffty’s attention, the little demon zooming up to rest on Charlie’s shoulder. “I love sleepovers! I can make snacks! Popcorn, sandwiches, muddy buddies, absinthe-“

          “Damn, Niff, what kinda sleepovers did you have? How about some pizza?” Angel joined in, using your head as an elbow rest.

           “Well, apparently, we need to throw a sleepover night. We could all wear onesies and pig out!” Your excited suggestion received mixed reactions, “okay, okay… Onesies optional,” you amended, receiving giggles in reply.

         “Do we wanna do this tonight, or when?” Angel was beginning to squish you just a bit, and you bumped your ass against him to get him to loosen up, receiving a mischievous smirk.

            “Why don’t we plan on this weekend? We could make a hotel bulletin for activities and put up a flyer on the bar,” Vaggie suggested, everyone turning to her in question. “Everybody visits the bar,” she shrugged, and you all hummed in agreement. Anita shimmied in next to you excitedly. “Grown up sleepover! Yes!”

          The little ram bleated, bouncing on her heels, and your ears drooped at the adorable woman.  You really hoped she could thrive here. Eternity is a long time, especially in Hell.

         “How does Saturday evening sound to everybody?” Alastor chimed in, and everyone agreed.

        “Whelp! I’m turning in. See you later!” Lucifer flew off with a wave, looking all together a man on a mission. At that, the others began going their own ways, and you felt absolutely tickled to see Charlie and Vaggie speeding up to Anita to talk more. Oh please please please!

          Soft laughter pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned to look at your darling. “I can see the wheels turning under those little ears, mon cœur. How do you say? You ‘ship it’?”

         Chuckling, you leaned into Alastor’s frame to nuzzle his arm. “Am I that transparent?”

          His arms curled around you, and he kissed your forehead. “You are an open book, my dear, especially with romance,” he teased, tilting your chin up. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he finished, before pulling you in for a small kiss.

         Tail wagging happily, you gave a soft yelp, receiving a giggle with glowing eyes.

          “Your place or mine?”

           That earned a hearty laugh, and Alastor offered his arm to lead you to the elevator. Apparently, it was his place tonight.

           You felt incredibly relieved to have a (hopefully) permanent place to host the clinic, and having it finished put such pep in your step.

        “Y/N, dear, I wasn’t lying, you know.”

        Looking up in question, you noticed a light blush dusting Alastor’s cheek as he elaborated. “Should you wish it, my home is yours.”

         ‘Awww…’/ ‘Awww…’

        It would seem your shade was in agreement- your mate was positively adorable!

        “I utterly adore you, darling,” you spoke softly, pulling him in for one more kiss before the elevator doors opened to his floor. “I love spending time with you, but I also want to keep my space. Does… that make sense?”

        Alastor’s eyes glowed down at you as he ran his claws through your hair. “It makes perfect sense, chèr. That being said,” he reached to turn his doorknob and opened the door for you.

         “I want you to have your own space in my space as well,” he finished, and your ears pricked as you took in the changes he’d made.

          A small gasp escaped your lips as your ears drooped. Blending into his bayou dimension, the greenery shifted into something new and incredibly familiar. He’d built you a forest! “Oh, Al… This is…”

        Stepping further into the room, you noticed a small staircase next to the library and looked to him in question. “I added a private kitchen upstairs; there’s also a wardrobe and bathing spa. I find myself particularly fond of it.”

       A huff left him as you zoomed over and crushed him in your arms, nuzzling his chest as your entire body wiggled from the sheer strength of your wagging tail. “I hope I haven’t overstepped?” He chuckled, and you shook your head vehemently.

        “No, my darling. This is absolutely perfect! Thank you!”

         At that, your mate deflated with a sigh. “I was worried you might think it a bit forward,” he confessed, and you laughed.

       “You fuck me senseless for two weeks and this is too forward? My darling, this is the perfect solution! Why, we must build you your own space in my home! You darling, darling man!”

        You jumped on him, frantically nuzzling as he giggled at your display. “I love you, mon cœur,” he sighed happily as you settled.

       “I love you too, Al,” you replied, cupping his cheek as you gazed at each other.

        “Feel up for a little hunting?”

     Cocking your head in question, you saw your mate’s smile widen.

      “There are earth traps connected to the mortal world within your forest. I thought you might enjoy a taste of home.”

      This. Fucking. Man!

      Happy fox yips filled the room as you planted kisses all over his face, adorable bleats joining as he soaked in your affections.

      He set you down and you snapped your clothes to lay on the bed. With a chuckle, Alastor’s bowed and swept his hand out, “after you, ma belle.”

      Taking his hand, you pulled him with you, and he followed. You spent the night exploring your new forest, catching prey and feasting together. You could broach the subject of Husk’s soul later. Tonight, you would enjoy the company of your sweet mate.

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        “Vixy dear.”

        Ears flicking, you turned from your new vanity mirror to look at your mate. Alastor walked to stand behind your bench and kissed the top of your head. “I was working on my show notes earlier and realized that I’ve yet to fulfill a part of our deal.”

        Your tail began swishing, and you perked up in anticipation. “Would you like to broadcast our session today?”

         Your reaction would probably be answer enough. Yelping excitedly, you turned and leapt into his arms to pepper kisses over his face, your shade splitting to zoom around the room. His own shadow split to give chase as Alastor laughed at your happy response, hugging you close as he soaked in the affection.

       “Yes,” kiss, “yes,” kiss, kiss, “yes yes yes!”

       When finally you’d settled, Alastor set you down to finish getting ready, sitting next to you and opening his show notes. You talked as you finished your skincare routine, Alastor jotting down points.

         “I think that’s all I need. I’m going to set up some equipment; I’ll need you to be there 10 minutes early- does that work?” With an excited nod, you leaned for him to kiss you once more before he shadowed away.

        How wonderful! You’d actually forgotten all about that little last-minute addition to your deal, but your dear sweetheart had remembered everything. Such a darling man! Reaching for your pocket watch, you checked the time and decided to grab a drink before heading to the bayou. No need for clothes, you simply stayed in your robe- a lovely blood red satin your mate had stored in your new wardrobe.

        Heading to the kitchen, you poured two glasses of whiskey to set on a tray and made your way downstairs and to the bayou dimension. Alastor was tinkering with equipment, turning to smile gratefully as you offered him a drink. You clinked glasses before seating yourself to watch your mate work. He was so in his element, a gleam in his eye that lit your heart.

          The whiskey went down smoothly, warming your body as you relaxed and enjoyed the music that danced in the air around you. Time passed as Alastor fiddled with his wires- they hung from a black portal connected to his hotel radio tower. He was so creative with his magick.

          When finished setting up, Alastor seated himself in front of a small desk that held his notes, two microphones and a small switchboard connected to the wires. Turning to smile at you, he leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips.

         “Ready to begin, my dear?”

        You gave your mate a wicked smile, “break some legs, my darling!”

         Alastor laughed before flipping some switches, a red light flaring to life as he began his broadcast. You felt positively giddy with excitement! How many fantasies had you allowed yourself over the long years of listening? You did your best to keep your happy tail from making too much noise.

          “Welcome all you wayward sinners! It’s noon and I have a very special guest star to share with you! Meet Vixen: a lovely lady you may have seen on the silver screen over the years. Welcome to the show, Vixen!” A clapping track played, and you leaned to speak in your microphone.

         “I’m delighted to be here! I’ve been quite a fan,” you replied, enjoying the way Alastor’s chest puffed out just a bit at the compliment. He was just so cute!

          “My dear, flattery will get you everywhere! Dear listeners, you’re in for a real treat! Vixen has graciously agreed to share her world with us. Today, we will be performing a live skinning while dear Vixen will remain perfectly still, conscious and content! Yes, listeners you heard right! Our special guest today is a professional in pain! A titan of terror! A siren of screaming!” Ooos and ahhs sounded and you had to keep yourself from giggling too loudly.

         “Indeed! The screams you will hear are completely consensual, and I would like to warn not to try this yourself without someone you trust to stop should you need to. As your humble host has stated before, I am a professional and can handle much more than someone just starting out.”

        Alastor’s eyes glowed at the trust comment, and he placed a hand over yours to squeeze as he continued the dialogue. “That’s a great point, Vixen! So, let’s clear a few things up for the audience. What is a ‘safe word’?”

         “A great question- a safe word and gesture is used in the BDSM community to indicate the desire to stop whatever activity is occurring. Your role today will be the ‘dom’, or dominant partner, and when the submissive partner, or ‘sub’, calls out the safe word, you must stop what you are doing and check in with your partner. The dom should check in regularly anyway, but a safe word is something simple that both partners can use at anytime.”

        “So even this ‘dom’ has the ability to use the safe word?”

            “Precisely! And a safe gesture is used when words are not available- say if you’re gagged or choked. A short, recognizable pattern can be tapped in order to call for the session to end.”

           The talk went well, Alastor pointing to a note when he wished for you to bring up an extra point. You couldn’t help but love him more for this- he took consent just as seriously as you and it set your heart reeling in adoration.

          “Well, dear Vixen, shall we begin removing your pelt?” Alastor smiled, wide and sinister as he rose from his seat and offered his hand. Predators eyes flashing, you accepted the invitation.  “By all means, darling! Let me just get comfortable,” you responded with a wink and rose.

         A wolf howl sounded as you slid your robe off and you laughed at your adorable mate. “Feel free to take a bite once the skin is off. You look a bit hungry,” you teased, smile widening at the bright blush that joined his famished gaze.

       “Well dear listeners, this certainly is a first! What a lovely offer- dinner and entertainment!”

          As you transformed, he narrated your new appearance, his own form growing to full size. He grabbed his knife, and you rolled over to show your belly with a happy fox yip, wagging tail earning an audience’s cooing. Alastor commented that you were an adorable little kit, and you thanked him for the flattery before tentacles held you still and he began his work.

         You were in absolute ecstasy! Your lovely mate sliced and pulled and ripped, your howls and cries widening that lovely sinister smile. He even took you up on your offer, taking several bites as he pulled your pelt away. He made sure to vocally check in with you, praising his sweet little kit between secret kisses. You were truly impressed with the professionalism he kept, even as you exchanged heated glances.

         The show itself lasted only about forty minutes, but through the terrible, wonderful pain, you felt eternity in the agony. When finally he pulled the flesh from your face, you let out a final cry and shrank back to your usual form. Your mate shrank down and picked you up bridal style to carry to your shared bed, pressing a gentle kiss to your bloody forehead. He finished out the broadcast, jovially thanking you for a raucous good time and reminding the listeners where they could find your best films.

          Your heart was in the clouds as he entered your field of vision, bloody and beautiful in his joy. Your pelt hung over the large stretcher, ready for the next stage, and you felt that demented pride and love fill your being as you thought of Velvette cuddling happily into the fur.

            Alastor laid down next to you, carefully avoiding full touch until the new thin layer of skin had begun to form.

           “You did so well, my sweet little vixen,” he purred, those lovely crimson eyes glowing as he watched you heal. You smiled as best you could with no lips, closing your eyes and drifting into an easy nap.

            With the bite wounds and broken bones, your healing took about two hours for everything to grow back correctly. Alastor stayed next to you the entire time, watching over you as your body mended.

           When you felt all fixed up, you cuddled your darling for a while longer before rising to get dressed. Alastor snapped himself clean and offered his arm for you to take.

         “Do you feel up for a bit of dinner?”

         You nodded with a soft smile, wrapping your arm in his and shadows swallowed you up to carry you to the hotel’s kitchen.

         Angel looked up from the sauce he was stirring and smiled. “You look happy. I’ve got some chicken cacciatore started, but there’s also some leftover sandwiches in the fridge if you’re starving.”

         Ears pricking in interest, you walked over to sniff at the sauce and moaned. “This smells amazing Angie! I’ve never had this before, but I can tell I definitely want to try some when it’s done.”

         Angel brightened, opening his arms to pull you in for a hug.

        “Oh! Velvette was by earlier to drop off your outfit for tomorrow night. I left it on the counter over there. She also said something about making adjustments to your deal, so you may wanna text her or something.”

        Odd. “Thanks for letting me know, babe.”

        Walking over to the package he’d pointed to, you opened it up and took out the articles to look at. You decided that after tomorrow’s performance, you would avoid anymore Vox related jobs. As gorgeous as the burlesque costume was, you felt rage boil in your gut for your best friend’s partner. You were uncertain as to what adjustments Vel was wanting to make, but if you could get her to nix the fox therapy, you’d be forever grateful.

        Clawed fingers ran gently through your hair, and you turned to see your mate watching you cautiously- he seemed concerned, and you couldn’t blame him in the slightest. You wouldn’t put it past Vox to kill you a few times just to get at Alastor. Hell, he’d probably even record it and send it to him.

          “You don’t have to perform if you don’t wish to, but if you’re only worried about what I think, don’t. I trust you implicitly, mon cœur,” he spoke low- just enough for your ears only.

         You couldn’t help but soften and melt. No, you weren’t worried about him suspecting you. You simply didn’t wish to remind him of such an ugly experience with your thoughtlessness.

          “It’s not that… I just… The thought of making the beast happy boils my blood,” you replied, brows knitting as you frowned, irritatedly tapping a claw on the replica top hat. One tap was a bit too hard, your claw piercing a small hole in the top.

        Alastor gently took the offending hand and pressed a kiss to your finger. “We can burn it in my hellfire when you’re done if you’d like.” His eyes glowed softly as he gave you a teasing grin, and you felt a pang of guilt in your gut. “You don’t have to do that. You’re the one I’m hurting with this. I’m so so-“

          Lips stole your words as shadow surrounded you, and you leaned into your lover. Alastor pulled away and you were back in his room, the costume and box sitting on the floor next to the fireplace.

          “The only thing that worries me is what he could do to you, chèr. You are not hurting me simply by working. I want you to do what you enjoy, and knowing Velvette favors you so helps immensely. I think I would worry for you no matter what. You carry my heart, my sweet Y/N, and I want to protect my heart.”

           Your own heart ached, and you wished to cry for a moment as your mate stroked your cheek. You didn’t deserve this man- how could he be so… so quintessentially Alastor?

         “I love you, Alastor. I never want to cause you pain. Ever,” you croaked out, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your mate softened further, ears drooping as a small bleat sounded.

         “I believe I quite enjoy it when you bring me pain, my little vixen,” he teased quietly, sliding his thumb past your lips to press into a fang.

         With a moan, your eyes fluttered shut and you bit, sliding your tongue along the small cut to taste his blood. How wonderfully he soothed your nerves. You tried to keep your body from reacting too much, but you could tell you were failing miserably.

          Opening your eyes, you saw that you weren’t the only one affected. With a soft whine, you leaned into him and pulled his head down for a kiss. He wrapped himself around you, and you felt his hand card through the length of your hair. This was your Heaven- wrapped in your darling as he stole your breath away.

          “Alastor…” You whispered his name like a dark prayer, your lips dragging against his before they began exploring his cheek, his jaw, chin and back to his lips. When finally you pulled back, you rubbed noses and rested your forehead to his. “My darling Alastor, I love you so.”

         Alastor responded with a bleat, and you chuckled at how adorable he was. Music flared to life, and he began leading you in a dance. You fell into step with him, your heart swelling at his soft expression.

          You could worry later.

             “Hey, Vel! How are you, darling?”

            With a warm hug, you greeted your friend before separating. She gave a low whistle as you spun for her, her grin proud.

           “I’m good sweetness. That Angel is turning out to be a real asset- you look gorgeous!” She pointed to your hair and styled it into lovely long ringlets, the curls light and bouncy as you walked.

          “Oh! Angie was saying you were wanting to make some adjustments to our deal?”

           Velvette cocked her head, a flash of confusion filling her gaze. “No, I don’t think so. That’s…” She paused for a moment, and you moved to settle her.

          “It’s no big deal, darling. I was actually wanting to talk to you about that anyway. I’d like to cut out the fox therapy if you wouldn’t mind. I’m afraid my energy around Vox would not be conducive to a healing experience. My fur is still yours whenever you wish it. You don’t mind, do you?”

            Velvette’s eyes flashed, and you felt a pang of warning flare in your gut.

           “Fine. Yeah, maybe it’s for the best,” she sighed and held out her hand.

             Breathing a sigh of relief, you stretched out your own hand to clasp hers, and with a gentle breeze of energy, the deal was fixed. “Thanks, Vel,” you spoke, squeezing her hand and pulling her in for a hug. “Yeah… No problem,” she replied quietly, nuzzling her head in your neck before you separated.

               “Ready to rile up the crowd?” Her question made you giggle before pulling a quick spin and pose. “Let’s pop some boners,” you teased, receiving a bark of laughter and punch to your shoulder.

          Slow jazz began to play as you seated yourself on your swing, your mic secured with a bit of spirit gum to your cheek. The swing began to lower and your voice crooned to life as you moan-sang the intro.

        “A guy what takes his time, I’ll go for anytime,

         I’m a fast movin’ gal who likes them slow.

        Got no use for fancy drivin’, wanna see a guy arrivin’ in low

         I’d be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time.”

        The crowd whooped and whistled below you, and you came alive. This adrenaline was one of your favorite flavors; the power you felt was delicious and intoxicating. Your glossy black lips smirked as you took it in, stretching your body and swishing your tail in wicked delight.

             “A hurry-up affair, I always give the air.

         Wouldn’t give any rushin’ gent a smile!

    I would go for any singer who would condescend to linger a while.

        What a lullaby would be supplied to have a guy what takes his time… Ohh”

           You began to swing over the crowd, spotting Velvette with Vox and Valentino in a box. The “birthday boy” was laughing with Val as Velvette looked away annoyed, and you sent a wink her way. Valentino must have made a joke at Vox’s expense- the tv demon was blushing as he worked on his drink.

          “A guy what takes his time, I’d go for any time,

      A hasty job really spoils a master’s touch,

   I don’t like a big commotion, I’m a demon for slow motion or such. Mmm

    Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy who takes his time?”

          Swishing your tail, you tossed your long curls and tipped your hat to Vox, predators eyes flashing as you imagined ripping off his good antenna.

         “There isn’t any fun in getting something done

      If you’re rushed when you have to make the grade.

       I can spot an amateur, appreciate a connoisseur in trade, ooh

       Who would qualify, no alibi, to be the guy what takes his time? Oohh… ohhh ohh!”

           The crowd erupted into cheers, whistles and whoops as you finished your performance, the swing rising back through the ceiling. Your body rushed with the adrenaline from a successful show, and you wanted nothing more than to rush home and have your mate rip your clothes to shreds. Maybe even take him up on his offer to burn it in his hellfire.

          You were removing the long bustle when the man of the hour himself walked into your dressing room without so much as a tap.

          “You never told me you could sing, Vixy! That was a helluva show! What would you say about your own segment on Vox2Nite?” The man was clearly intoxicated, and you had to take a moment to regain your composure at the sudden intrusion.

        “Dear Vox, I know you’ve had a few drinks but do remember to knock in the future. I wouldn’t want to have to hurt you at your own birthday party,” you grit out, fixing your posture and face to appear more relaxed.

          The other demon at least had the decency to look abashed, giving a small apology for the sudden intrusion.

         “As flattering as your offer is, I have more than enough work to keep me happy and busy, but that’s very kind of you. How are you enjoying your party, dear?” You made a show of turning your back as you continued removing your bustle before wrapping yourself in your red silk dressing gown. No way would you allow him to think he was the one in control here. You were very practiced in the art of nonchalance.

         You subtly watched Vox deflate in the mirror, making sure he stayed right where he was. “Sorry Vix. I’m not exactly at my best right now. Haha,” he awkwardly chuckled, rubbing the back of his screen.

         With a snort you replied, “Clearly,” turning back to pat his arm. “Where are your partners? You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

          Vox blushed and coughed, looking to the open door. “I’m not really sure. I got over excited, and cable travelled here,” he responded. “You really are a beautiful singer, Vixen. I hope you’ll consider singing again for me. Maybe produce a record sometime.”

           You forced a smile on your lips and cocked your head. “I’ll think about it. Thank you darling. Now, let’s go find your partners before I head out. I don’t want you by yourself right now.”

          Vox gave you a cocky grin and leaned close to you, and you had to keep yourself from backing away. “Would you keep me company tonight? I wouldn’t be alone then,” he purred, and you quirked a brow, wholly unimpressed.

         “I’m a mated demon, Vox. As charming as the offer is, I have someone at home waiting for me.”

       “Oh yeah, I noticed that. I never thought I’d see the day the radio demon would fuck in public, but I can see why. That was really hot,” he groaned as he ran a clawed finger over one of your curls.

       “Then you can understand why I have no interest in any other, and that includes you, Voxxie.” Thank Satan for self control. You wanted nothing more than to bite this fucker. You weren’t so foolish as to think it was you he was so interested in. He was playing a game he wouldn’t win.

         Vox paused before letting out a sighing chuckle. “Alright, alright. I get it,” he relented with a sigh, releasing your hair before turning back to the door. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll go find my Vees,” he said, before cabling away in an electric flash.

        Closing the door, you deflated with a sigh. That fucker had been watching Alastor! Fury bubbled up from your gut and you hurriedly got dressed, shoving the burlesque costume back into its box and into your pocket dimension before opening the door and gliding out.

         The walk to the hotel helped to calm your anger, and your heart melted when Alastor met you at the door, pulling you into his arms with a bleat. “Did you knock their socks off?”

        With a soft chuckle, you kissed his cheek before he turned to press his lips to yours. “I believe boners have been inspired,” you laughed, running your claws through his hair.

          Alastor’s lips quirked a sly grin, his eyes flashing down at you, and you wanted to take him. He was yours, and no one could take him from you.

           “Why don’t we go upstairs and burn these rags?”

           Alastor’s smile widened, and he kissed you once more as his shadows carried you to his room. His fireplace was already alight with green flames, and you pulled the costume out of your pocket dimension. You each took turns pulling out pieces, the flames swallowing the fine material up in a satisfying flare.

          Music danced around you, and you danced in the light of the fire, your mood lightening exponentially as you gazed into those glowing crimson orbs. The song hadn’t even finished when you jumped on him, crashing your lips to his in a forceful, possessive kiss. He groaned as his hands flew to your ass to hold you to him, lifting you to rub against his erection.

          A lascivious moan left your throat as you ground against him. “Take me to bed, my buck,” you demanded, earning a bellow as he moved to obey, throwing you unceremoniously to the mattress.

         You giggled as you landed, your mate leaping to join you, crashing his lips clumsily to yours, and your hands flew to cup his face. Teeth and tongue clashed as Alastor pressed into you, your hips wriggling to gain some friction.

         Hooking a leg around his hips, you flipped your positions and ground against him, his moans fueling your need as you ripped open his shirts. Your teeth found the flesh of his throat and clamped down as he bucked and keened under you, his hands flying to grip your hips. The pain of his claws piercing your skin earned a growl from your throat, and you released your fangs to lick and suck at the wound as you rubbed against your lover.

         Alastor whined beneath you, and your breath caught as you watched those long lashes flutter at you. “You are so beautiful, my darling Alastor,” you groaned, running your hands reverently over the fur of his chest. “I want to taste you,” you spoke low, dragging your claws down his stomach to stop at the band of his trousers. “May I?”

         Alastor’s eyes clouded over as he nodded, claiming one last kiss as his hands helped you undo the buttons of his pants. With a wagging tail, you kissed, bit and licked a trail down his chest, his ribs, his stomach and hips. You heard his shoes hit the floor, and pulled his trousers off, deciding to leave the socks and garters- they were unbelievably sexy.

         Setting your predators eyes on your mate, you licked your lips with a wide, sinister smile. “I want to taste all of you, Alastor,” you purred, and you saw understanding light his eyes. Even as he blushed crimson, his breath quickening, he spread his legs for you, his hands gliding over his thighs in an erotic show of submission.

         You growled and climbed back on the bed between his legs, your lips finding a knee to kiss. You drug your teeth gently over the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh, pressing small kisses as you moved down. When finally you reached his cock, you nuzzled the large erection and kissed the tip. Your affections earned soft cries of passion, a high-pitched keen sounding when you nipped at the head.

          “Y/N… Mmm… Haah, yesss…”

           You glided your tongue around his head and down the shaft, pressing soft kisses to his testicles before rising again to swallow his cock. Radio static danced along your skin as you took your time enjoying his reactions. Dragging your fangs over the heated flesh, you bit down, and Alastor cried out, his hands fisting the bloody sheets below.

           You felt his cock pulse against your tongue, and you pulled away, earning a whimper from your needy mate. How sweet he looked, how utterly wanton.

            You brought your lips down to engulf a testicle, running your tongue around the taut bulb and sucking before lathering the other in the same affection. It wouldn’t be enough to bring him to his end, but the music of his moaning sighs shot straight to your cunt, and you slid your tongue up his cock once more before gliding it down his sac and over his opening.

             “Mmmnhaah….” Your mate whined at the new sensation, and you felt him press against you- it would appear he may enjoy this. You moaned as you brought your hands to your mouth and spit, wrapping them around his cock and wringing them gently down as your tongue teased the muscles of his entrance.

            Alastor was a beautiful mess beneath you, bucking his hips and wriggling against you to gain more friction. Bringing your hand to your cunt, you gathered the dripping slick and coated your fingers, claws retracting completely before reaching to his ass.

             His muscles had relaxed to the point of sucking your tongue, and as you replaced it with a slick finger, your mate keened in pleasure. He was tight, pulling your finger further in as you lifted it to press and rub against his prostate. The environment began to fizzle and flicker around you, and as you sealed your lips around the tip of his cock, Alastor screamed and bucked, his hands flying to your hair to pull you down further onto him. Fuck, your little fawn was really enjoying himself.

              You added a finger and picked up the pace, swallowing around his cock and rubbing your chin into his balls.

           “Fuck, Vix- haah. I’m going to- Ahhhh…”

           You bit the base of his cock and thrust into him one last time before he tensed and began spasming, a whining keen leaving his throat as he held your head fast against him. His cock pulsed and twitched as he released, and you swallowed every drop gratefully. You could never get enough of him.

            You crawled back up to watch your handiwork, enjoying the way he moaned and panted to catch his breath. When at last he opened his eyes, you leaned to press a soft kiss to his forehead and laid down next to him, resting your head on his fluffy chest as he came down.

           “That is definitely an activity we can enjoy again,” he breathed out, stroking your hair with loving reverence. Letting loose happy yelps, you rose and leaned to nuzzle and kiss Alastor’s cheek.

         He giggled and turned to capture your lips, turning over to cover you. You groaned when he slid his tongue past your teeth, placing your hand on his chest. He paused to look at you sweetly. “I want to please you too, chèr,” he purred, and you softened.

          “Only if you want to. I’m perfectly content and satisfied,” you spoke softly.  You weren’t lying- you would be perfectly happy with just the memory of your writhing mate.

              Alastor grinned wickedly, trailing a claw between your breasts to slice open the fabric of your dress. “You’ve had your fun, mon cœur; now it’s time I had mine,” he teased, leaning to kiss you once more before lowering his head to nip at your chest.

           “Mmm… You spoil me, darling,” you cooed, scraping your claws against his scalp as he lavished you in his affections. Your mate chuckled as he worked his way down, biting and lapping the blood that bloomed.

           “You are very easy to please, my dear,” he teased, and if this was what he called easy, you’d wholeheartedly agree.

            You felt his fingers glide between your slick lips and whined. You were absolutely soaked from your earlier desires, and your mate growled as he rubbed your labia and clit between his deft fingers.

            “Oh fuuuck, Al…”

             Bucking your hips, you moaned and whimpered in need. Alastor lowered his head, and you felt his tongue glide along your slit. Your breath caught as he thrust two fingers into your slick heat, a screech leaving your throat at the delicious stretch. His lips closed over your clit and sucked as he moved within you, his eyes glowing up at you as you watched him pleasure you.

           A third finger entered you, and you screamed, squirting into your lover’s mouth as he continued his ministrations, a low groan leaving his throat as he slowed his thrusting. Your pussy pulsed and clenched, another suck bringing on a secondary orgasm.

           Your legs shook violently, and Alastor pulled his soaked fingers from you to lick clean as he watched you spiral.

            Crawling slowly back up, Alastor peppered gentle kisses over your shaking body until finally your lips met. You moaned at your taste on his tongue, nipping at his bottom lip as you settled.

           Your mate chuckled breathlessly and laid down beside you, stroking your cheek with a gentle finger.

           Sleep came easily after that, and as you wrapped your bodies together, you snuggled and nuzzled into him as much as you could. Your heart and mind welcomed the darkness, surrounded in the safety of your love. You would die for this man. You would kill for this man… Either way, what bliss!

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          “Hey, Nita, you wanna get an extra bag of popcorn going? It looks like this is a hot ticket item,” Charlie called from the theater Lucifer had added. A large projector screen filled the entire wall, five rows of three bean bag couch beds filling the room itself. You’d never seen such luxuries before, but decided to add one to your own living room. They were unbelievably comfortable!

       “Coming right up!” Anita yelled back from the hallway. You noticed Alastor shadowing in along the floor to form beside Lucifer at the refreshment table before snapping it full with different drinks. Lucifer brightened up and grabbed what looked to be a mimosa.

        “Mmm! Not bad, Bambi. No cherries though?” he complained with a sly grin, peaking out from the corner of an eye to enjoy the other man’s reaction. A scratch of interference sounded, and Alastor hummed, an eyebrow twitching as he snapped his fingers. Lucifer’s drink spilled over him when it filled halfway with maraschino cherries, and he froze in shock.

        Lucifer registered the ‘amendment,’ looking about to yell before letting out a laughing huff as he softened. “You couldn’t just snap a bowl on the table?”  He snapped his yellow duck onesie clean and dry, shooting Alastor a sly grin.

         “If I did that, you wouldn’t have anything to complain about. Think of it as part of the service, my dear,” he teased, receiving a light punch to the gut (well, light to Lucifer, that is). The taller man let out a grunt and glared down at the angel, receiving a cocky grin in return.  

       “Alright, you two; behave,” you gave a teasing scold, flicking each man on an arm as you stepped up for a drink. Picking a glass of whiskey, you took a long swig, giving a satisfied hum at the flavor.

         Alastor huffed and rolled his eyes but leaned toward you to kiss the top of your head. Lucifer chuckled out a “yes ma’am,” and leaned against the table to watch the demons walking into the theater. About half of the crowd decided to wear onesies, the rest wearing pajamas or other comfortable clothing.

        You wore a brown and tan, lightweight ‘what does the fox say?’ onesie. Charlie and Vaggie wore matching duck onesies- a gift from Lucifer. As terrible as the man was with names, he tried his best to make Vaggie feel part of the royal family.

           Surprisingly enough, Alastor already owned a reindeer onesie from one occasion or another, and the sight melted you. He’d even put on the matching red nose for a moment to earn your laughter! Even Angel and Cherri participated, wearing lightweight short onesies with Fat Nugget’s face printed on the front. Said mascot oinked happily from Angel’s arms, little black eyes sparkling as he accepted a piece of popcorn from Charlie as she cooed.

        Husk walked in (usual attire not surprising you in the least) holding more drinks to add, nodding with a small smile when you greeted him. At least he and Alastor seemed to be a bit less on edge around each other. Key word: seemed. You knew all too well how unsteady the soul contract relationship could be. Once dismissed, he joined Angel and Cherri; the three sat on a single couch bed, Angel in the center as he produced a bag of popcorn. You couldn’t help but wonder if that was one of his manifest powers. He always had it at the ready for any drama.

         “Vixy?”

          An ear flicked and you turned your head to look up at Alastor beside you. “Sorry, what was that?”

        Your mate cocked his head with a quirk of his lips. “Have you found a sufficiently comfortable spot for us?”

        Ah. You must have spaced out while people watching. A talent, really. Pointing to the back left corner, you spoke, “How about there? Nice and cozy.”

        A fine brow rose, and Alastor considered for a moment before speaking. “You don’t wish to be centered?”

         You let out a snorting laugh. “Would you like to be centered?”

         “Yes, and a bit closer too, perhaps the next row up,” he stated, offering his arm as he grabbed a whiskey.

        With a small groan you relented, taking his arm and grabbing a bag of popcorn from Charlie on the way to a couch bed.

        Once everyone seemed comfortably situated, Lucifer pointed up to the projector, and a movie began playing. Whoops and dejected groans sounded as ‘My Fair Lady’ bloomed on the screen, the orchestra sounding perfect with the surrounding speakers. You had never seen the original movie, but seeing a very lovely human begin singing, you fell in love!

         A soft chuckle sounded, and you looked up to see Alastor’s soft expression gazing back. “Have you acquired a new crush, my dear?”

        His whispered words earned a soft laugh as you cuddled closer to him, tail draping over his lap for him to pet.

         “Hmm, maybe. This Audrey Hepburn is quite the charming ingenue,” you whispered back, and offered him some popcorn.

         “Shhh!”

          Turning to glare at Baxter behind you, Angel snapped, “aw shush yaself! We ain’t bothering anybody!” It would seem you weren’t the only ones gabbing, at least.

          Baxter grumbled but settled as Charlie handed him another bag of popcorn. While not being close with anyone just yet, he did seem to gain respect for the sweet princess after she sang to him about learning new hobbies.

        The rest of the movie night was uneventful, and as you made your way up to Alastor’s room you hummed with an occasional skip in your step.

        “What a lovely evening that was! I simply must have one of those couches in my living room- Luci did a magnificent job with that theater!”

       Alastor chuckled behind you, grabbing your hand to stop and twirl you before pulling you in to kiss your head with a bleat. “You are utterly adorable, my little vixen,” he cooed before letting you go to open the door for you.

       Giggling at his affectionate gesture, you pulled him through the door to hug him close and rub your cheek against his coat with a happy whine. “Cuddle me, my darling,” you sighed, and before you’d even finished your words, he picked you up bridal style to carry you to the bookshelf.

        “Your wish is my command, ma chér!” he declared, reaching for a book he’d started working on when not occupied. “Would you like to pick something, or are you ready for bed?”

        Looking to the selection, you were surprised to see several romance novels among scientific, radio technology, horror and magickal research books. He even owned a few science fiction novels! As your eyes scanned, you paused when you came across a title you knew all too well and froze with a blush.

           Of course your mate noticed, cocking his head and looking for what could have caused such a reaction. “Now what could possibly have you blushing so cutely, hmm?” He leaned to rub his nose to your cheek, his arms tightening around you.

           “Ahem! Sorry! I just wasn’t expecting to see one of mine in your collection,” you spoke, pointing to one of the romances on the shelf.

         A surprised pop of interference sounded as Alastor looked to see where you were pointing before a booming laughter filled the air.

        “No wonder dear Rosie was so excited when I first brought you through her door!” The man laughed and laughed as he held you, finally calming after a few minutes. “One of her many humorous gifts through the years. Trixie Cummings is a favorite of hers.”

         His reply brought a spark of joyful pride, and your tail wagged under Alastor’s arms. “Aww, really?” You let out happy yappies, which only caused more of your mate’s laughter as he squeezed and snuggled you.

         “You are just too precious, sweetheart!”

          With a whine, you soaked up the affection before picking out a nice romance you hadn’t heard of before, and Alastor carried you to bed.

         “So now I’m curious, darling. Have you actually read any of those little gifts?”

         With a snort, your mate climbed in next to you and pulled you into his side. “I found some of the content useful, but I don’t see myself reading them for personal enjoyment,” he said, opening his book with a tentacle to keep his hold on you.

        With an intrigued glance, you cocked a sly grin, “useful, huh? Do tell…”

      You felt him stiffen just a bit, a small flare of static crackling as a blush rose in his cheek. “I may have used them as research before attempting to court you...”

        Yup, that tracked.

“You’re too cute, Al!” With a hearty chuckle, you nuzzled and nipped at his jaw before settling into him and opening your own novel. He hum-grumbled, but placed a soft kiss to your head.

           “Only for you, my dear,” he spoke softly, turning the next page with a tap of his finger.

          The night ended in blissful contentment, falling asleep in the arms of your mate as he pulled the book from your limp fingers and laid down beside you.

         Dreams that night (no matter how they started out) twisted into curling, creeping nightmares. You had become very skilled in maneuvering your dreamscapes over the years of terror, but this time something kept tap, tap, tapping to get in.

          No matter how many times you took control back, a sense of being hunted always followed, before the dreamscape changed once again.

          How long had it been since you’d last woken up screaming in unadulterated fear?

        You hadn’t screamed like this in years. Your throat ached and heart pounded as you fought an invisible captor, claws slashing and teeth ripping into unseen flesh. Too many appendages held you down, and no matter how much you tried, no matter how many times or how hard you bit, the invisible captors held firm.

         A sinister, growling voice snarled against your ear, and your struggling renewed.

         “No, no no no no nononono!”

         When at last your eyes finally opened to focus, a drop of something wet hit your cheek, and you looked up to see a very distraught Radio Demon. Large tears dripped across and down your cheeks as Alastor held you firm against the mattress, his body shaking above you.

       “I…”

         Red dialed eyes flickered and switched down as you worked to form words. Now that you were awake, you could see just what you’d been biting and slashing at- your poor mate was covered in blood!

         “Al… Oh Satan, Al! Are you okay? I’m so so-“

         The words left your mouth in a huff as your love crushed himself onto you, frantically nuzzling as he squeezed you tightly.

       “I was terrified… You would not wake, and you were… What had you wailing so?” He turned his head to press his nose to your throat as you both trembled. “Who can I slaughter? Any being that brings such sounds from your throat deserves nothing but utter annihilation,” he growled, his large body growing as his own storm brewed, and you worked to settle yourself.

       “I’m sorry I hurt you, my darling. I’m so sorry,” you shakily spoke. Your mate stiffened atop you, and you felt the frustration in his voice, static cracking at your skin as he spoke against your neck. “Do not apologize right now. I have no wish to hear it. What I want is a name.”

          Clearly you were not on the same page here.

          “Alastor…”

          Turning to look down at your monstrous mate, you pressed your lips to his forehead, stroking his hair and attempting a soothing purr. It didn’t work, and you tried to breathe again; tried to shake the frazzle out of your nerves.

          “I’m not feeling gentle right now, Y/N,” he warned, and you growled in annoyance, snapping back. “Yeah, well I’m trying to calm down, and I need my mate, not some vengeful knight in shining armor. I need affection.”

          More tears fell as Alastor whimpered and crumpled once again atop you, arms and tentacles clutching desperately as he broke. That really did you in, and you clung to him just as desperately, shaking from the aftershocks of terror that still filled you.

         Morning had come and gone, and when finally you’d both calmed, Alastor rolled off of you and you tried to sit up. A wave of vertigo and nausea hit, and you moaned as you laid back down and curled up. A large hand rested at your forehead before a finger stroked your cheek.

         “What do you need, sweetheart?”

          How long had it been? How long had it been since you’d dealt with such severe symptoms? More importantly, why were you experiencing such severe symptoms? “I’m sorry. I don’t know why, but my brain has decided to be a total asshole today,” you groaned out. “I’m feeling sick… Would you mind fixing a joint, dearest?” 

         Alastor whimpered beside you as he pet your hair, snapping and handing you a lit blunt.

          You took short, small hits and waited for your body to calm, the gentle petting of your mate pulling you back into a more forgiving slumber.

        When finally you woke once more, you noticed your mate completely surrounded you, the fluff of his chest warming your back as he held you. A glass of water sat next to a fresh blunt, and your heart melted at the attentive care, followed by a wave of guilt. You had terrified your mate, snapped at him, hurt him, and just gone back to sleep like a selfish kit.

        And yet he’d remained… He’d stayed with you and cared for you, even as he reigned in his own violence. He deserved so much better than some broken, spiteful whore…

        ‘Don’t do that. You are not your father, so stop thinking like him.’

        You couldn’t help the horrible feelings though. They simmered around your mind like an infection- growing larger and louder as you simply tried to breathe.

        “Mmm, Y/N? How are you feeling, mon cœur?”

        Turning to snuggle him, you let go of your breath with a hum. “Better, but still a bit off. Thank you, my darling. I’m so sorry I hurt you,” you sighed and nuzzled at his jaw.

       “Please don’t apologize, Y/N… That hurts more than any physical pain you could ever inflict.” His voice was soft, cracking under the weight of unshed tears.

        “It is necessary, Alastor. No matter the excuse, I still caused injury and snapped when all you were trying to do was help me.”

       Your explanation quieted his protest as he searched your eyes. “Then you must also accept my apology. You were in the grips of a night terror and all I did was hold you down and help your assailant. When finally you did wake in need of affection and assurance, I met you with selfish anger.”  

         “I suppose that’s fair enough,” you replied, a small smile pulling at your lips. “How are you feeling now?”

      Alastor took a moment to consider, pulling you closer to breathe in your hair before responding. “Better, but still off kilter. I’d still very much like to eviscerate whatever caused such distress, but I assume it lies in your collection and is currently swirling in misery?”

      With a soft chuckle, you snuggled in and began to purr. “To be honest, I can’t even remember what the nightmare was about. Whatever it was about, though, it’s over now,” you reassured him, lifting your head to kiss his chin before his lips met yours.

       Claws scraped your scalp as your love held you closer, pulling at your hair gently as he deepened the kiss. You stayed like that, sinking into him as you simply kissed and cuddled, taking comfort in each other’s presence.

        Pushing you slightly to your back, Alastor rolled to cover you, his gentle claws dragging through your hair as he kissed and nuzzled and nipped. You continued your purr as he continued his comfort, enjoying the sensation of his claws and fangs pressing into your flesh.

          He was ever fascinating to you- never moving to take you, even as he worshipped your body. If his own body was any indication, making love was the furthest thing from his mind. You finally understood though. He was soothing himself as much as he was you, lips and teeth covered each place he’d pinned down earlier- an apology and a promise all in one act of service.

          He was finishing a kiss to the last place at your ankle when you spoke cautiously.

          “Thank you, Alastor…”

            An ear twitched as those lovely crimson eyes gazed up at you in pleased confusion, cocking his head as he crawled back to claim your lips once more.

          “Whatever for, mon cœur?”

           “Just… for being you.”

            A bleat sounded as his ears drooped, and Alastor rubbed your noses together before resting his forehead to yours, lovely crimson eyes aglow.

            “I love you,” he replied before kissing your forehead and leaning to grab the glass of water on the side table. “You should drink something. You’ve had nothing all day… Are you hungry, or would you prefer a smoke first?”

             Taking the offering with thanks, you drained the cup and tried to catch up with the time you’d missed. “I could probably eat something after a smoke.”

              Pulling your phone out, you checked the hour and frowned when you noticed several texts from Velvette, Val, and Vector. At least you hadn’t had anything scheduled that day.

           “Do you have any interest in having dinner with a coworker and his husband? I had completely forgotten- he’s extended an invitation,” you asked, typing replies to Vel and Val as you talked. You would need to schedule the costume fitting for your movie with Vector tomorrow just before the shoot- much tighter than you were really comfortable with, but oh well. That’s what you get when your brain decides to take the entire day off.

         “As long as it’s someone you enjoy, then I’d be delighted to,” he responded, kissing your head and snapping the blunt into his hand to light with his hellfire.

          “He’s a total sweetheart, and his husband is an absolute riot. I think you would get on swimmingly,” you said, taking a drink of the automatic-refill water. You’d have to ask him to teach you that one.

          “Splendid, my dear. Just let me know when you two come up with a time.”

          Typing out a reply to Vector, you settled on the next week for dinner before tucking the phone away in your pocket dimension.

         Alastor handed you the joint and you took a few small hits before attempting to rise. Thankfully the nausea didn’t return this time, and you made your way to the door and down to the kitchen.

         The hour was late, the hotel empty and silent save for you and your mate. Rummaging through the fridge, you settled on an omelette, chopping up vegetables to add and heating the stovetop. When finished with your meal, Alastor walked you home.

 The night air was slightly cool- a rare luxury in Hell, but you couldn’t enjoy it as you typically would. You were still very much unsettled, but Alastor kindly gave you the time and space to calm yourself. The thing that kept scratching at your brain, though, was that same sense of being hunted.

        You kept thinking about that horrible nightmare. Unfortunately it was coming back to you, but what it meant, you had no clue.

        Prescient dreams were one of the more dodgey powers out there. It all depended on the dream, and how the dreamer interpreted it. Sure, you could avoid danger, but it could very well turn into a self-fulfilling prophecy if you weren’t careful.

        “Would you like company tonight, chér, or would you prefer some alone time?”

           Alastor’s voice was cautious, rubbing his thumb over the hand tucked in his arm. Turning your head to look up at him, you gave a soft smile.

         “You are such a wonderful demon, my heart. You are always wanted,” you replied, nuzzling your head against his bicep. “I definitely need to meditate though, so it might be a little boring for a while.”

         Alastor hummed his acknowledgment, and you noticed him let go of the breath he’d apparently been holding.

          “Why don’t I come back in a couple of hours? I have a bit of contract maintenance to tend to anyway.”

          Opening your door, you turned to smile reassuringly. “That sounds perfect, darling,”  you replied, whining sweetly when he leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

         “I’ll see you soon, chér,” he said, smile and eyes soft as he cocked his head. Always analyzing, even as he dipped and faded into shadow.

        After closing the door you deflated, releasing a large breath as you leaned back against it. You still felt utterly exhausted, that undertone of anxiety vibrating just under the skin. How long had it been since you’d felt that level of fear? Maybe just after your fall? No, before your death. Before you’d even killed your first fiancé. Before your first taste of human flesh…

       Pushing off the door, you pointed the record player on and settled on the floor as music filled the air. Closing your eyes, you began your breathing and worked to clear your mind- a tall order, but you did your best, focusing on the music as you simply breathed.

        Slowly but surely, your body began to relax, and you allowed your mind to replay the dream.

        If you removed Alastor’s interference, you could almost see the person to avoid. Almost. The scent was completely skewed by your mate, and you had to work to separate the familiar from the foreign.

         Steel. Angelic steel and fresh blood. Something else… what was it?

        Death was closing in…

       Shifting uncomfortably, you pushed further on. Sure, your fear of ultimate death may have gone up incrementally after falling in love, but it wouldn’t have caused such visceral terror. There wasn’t much that phased you after all these years in Hell. ‘Focus, Vix. What happened next? What are we looking for?’

         Fear… Fear for your life and autonomy. Body… no longer yours… Voice unable to cry out… Will fading as a sinister, altered voice snarled devastation until—

        Eyes flying open wide, you had to quickly zap a trash can in front of you before you lost your dinner.

       “Fuckin’, come on…” you groaned as you worked to catch your breath. Chittering as they wrapped around you, your shadow began combing their fingers through your hair.

         ‘Whatever we face, dear other, we’ll face it together,’ chirped your shade, and you chuckled through your gasping breaths.

           “I’d rather avoid this particular trial, but thank you, dear one.”

           They snickered halfheartedly before kissing your head and zooming off to fetch a blunt.

          You acclimated yourself and zapped the trash can gone before climbing up the stairs to open your realm of darkness but held back. Perhaps tomorrow you would feel better- more confident…

         Turning away, you showered and brushed your teeth before climbing into bed. If Alastor decided to come home, he could easily shadow in.

        Still unsettled, you curled up and tried to relax, darkness creeping around your mind and dragging you into a more forgiving sleep.

Tomorrow was a new day, and you would need to be ready. For now, though, you simply needed to rest.

Chapter Text

        “Mmm…. Oh yes…”

            “Vixy, baby, you’re making me go limp. Where’s the fire? I want sparks! Passion! Not… Whatever this is. Everyone take five! Vixen, can I speak with you in your dressing room for a moment?”

           With a groan, you rolled out of Vector’s tentacles as he set you down, and followed Val. Your head just wasn’t in the game today. You needed to get out of your head and into your body. You’d written an absolute masterpiece once Vector had expressed his interest, and it deserved your best efforts.

         “Vix, what’s going on with you? You’re usually the last person I have to worry about,” Val questioned, doing his best to reign in his frustration. He knew better than to try to manhandle you by now.

        “Sorry Val. I just need to try to turn my mind off. Lemme see if I can get right, and I’ll be out after break.”

        Valentino nodded silently before pulling out a love potion to set on your dresser. “No pressure, but this does help,” he spoke softly, patting you on the head before leaving.

       You were taking a few breaths when Vector cracked the door open and tapped gently. “Can I come in, sweetheart?” 

           Turning with a soft smile, you welcomed him with an apology. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted V. You’ve been so great,” you said, accepting a hug from the half naked kraken.

         “We could try to fluff you up a little, if you want,” he offered, and you stepped over to the love potion in contemplation. It wasn’t your favorite thing to do, being artificial lust, but you may have to take some. Turning to look at Vector, you accepted his help, letting him take the lead as he swept you into his arms and set to work.

          Kissing as a kraken demon took a bit of skill with these features, but Vector was old- he’d become an expert in his profession for a reason. His mouth tentacles cupped and stroked your cheeks as you pressed your lips to them.

          Thicker tentacles began to slide over your skin as they wrapped up and around your legs to settle at your thighs. His arm tentacles began squeezing your hips, your waist, just around the swell of your breasts before lifting them to wrap with suckers.

          “Haaah…” Your breathing began to quicken as you arched into the sensation, and Vector leaned down to suckle at your throat.

      He gently massaged your muscles and lifted you back into his mass of limbs. “How’s that, sweetheart?” 

        The deep rumbling of his voice helped soothe you, but still you couldn’t completely let go. With a sigh, you asked him to let you down and uncorked the waiting love potion.

         “Can you make sure I get home safe? I’m gonna need a little help to get my groove back.” You turned to Vector and he nodded.

          “Sure thing sweetie. Leave everything up to me,” he assured, and you downed the sweet liquid.

           The rest of the shoot went by seamlessly, and you were able to forget about your worries as you sank effortlessly into the pleasure of your character. You imagined the need she was possessed with as her monstrous lover introduced her to ecstasy she’d never been able to achieve before.

           “Show me your light, my angel. My Katelyn,” cooed the heroine’s kraken, and she finally came apart with an award-winning, crying moan. Your body convulsed as Vector slowed his rhythm and transformed back to his smaller frame, carrying you to a large antique bed.

          “Rest now, dearest. For tomorrow, eternity begins,” Vector said the last line, and you snuggled into him, pretending to sleep as he kissed the top of your head.

          “Annnnd cut! Alright everbody, that’s a wrap! Trevor, let’s —-“

          You tuned out Valentino’s voice as you wriggled and moaned- it had been a couple of years since you’d had a love potion, and it was much stronger than you remembered. Even after six orgasms, you sought more.

          Thankfully Vector was a great friend, helping you to your dressing room, showering both of you and (despite your protests) slipping a dress over your head. He left the room for a few minutes to gather his things from his own dressing room, but those few moments were all it took for that feeling to hit you again. The feeling of being hunted. A sinister aura you hadn’t felt before. Fortunately, or unfortunately the love potion still boiled in your blood, and you began to touch yourself.

          Heart pounding, you moaned and spread your legs wide. If something wanted to scare you, they’d be sadly disappointed. “Do you like to watch me?” You groaned out, a defiant heat in your eyes as you slipped your fingers back into your cunt. “You want me scared? Well, guess what, fucker? I eat entities like you before breakfast. You, my dear, are nothing but a stale, leftover hors d’oeuvre,” you growled out, squeezing your legs around your hand as you rubbed your palm over your clit.

         The feeling intensified, and you could swear someone was right behind you- close enough to touch (or kill).

         Closer still… All you had to do was look up, and—

         “Okay, little missy! Let’s get you home so you can masturbate in peace, shall we?”

          You nearly jumped out of your very skin as Vector swept through the room to pick up your work bag and pop it in his pocket dimension. Your hand had frozen in place, and your head turned away from where that sinister presence had been to glance wearily at the door. Hopefully you could make it home without needing release.

         Taking the hand from between your legs, Vector wiped it with a small towel before pulling you up to your feet. “Shall we, ma chérie?”

         With a soft groan, you nodded and walked with him, turning back once more to scan the room. No one; no scent even. Just that overwhelming sense of being watched…

           “Hey, V, do you feel anything… out of place?”

           Vector turned to focus on the room, eyes squinting as he concentrated before relaxing once more. “I don’t feel anything, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t something amiss. What’re you thinking, sweetheart?”

           He stayed put as you gave one last sniff to the air before holding his arm out for you to take.

            “Maybe it’s just the love potion. I can’t really explain what I felt,” you replied, snuggling closer to your safety line. “I’m probably just being paranoid. I don’t smell anything off- it just… I don’t know. Can you take me home please? I’d rather not hold you up any further,” you finished, and Vector chuckled beside you as he led you through the studio to the elevator.

            The walk home was surprisingly quick, Vector laughing as he steered you away from, or cut down, any of the hopeful suitors you tempted. You had to really concentrate to open your dimensional front door, and as soon as you passed the threshold you were met with your smiling mate.

              “My darling!” Your excited greeting earned a softening of that sinister grin, but then his eyes focused on your kraken companion, and the smile grew ever wider as his eyes hardened. “This is Vector- my coworker and friend! I needed a little help at work today and he made sure I got home safe and sound.”

          Your explanation seemed to cool that demonic temper, and he reached his hand out to shake Vector’s tentacled limb. “Alastor. A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! It would seem you’ve had quite the busy day; would you care to come in?”

          Vector’s arms rose quickly as his mouth tentacles rumpled with mirth. “I think it best I go home. Poor Vix here needs some private time to let the drug wear off. Still on for dinner next week though! Take care, sweetheart,” he gave your ear a pet and zapped your work bag on your couch before turning to make his own way home.

           “Bye V! See ya later, darling!”

          After waving him off, you shut the door and planned a beeline to the bedroom, but your mate halted you with stern brows. “What drug have you consumed?”

          With a whining groan, you answered, “just a love potion. I couldn’t get out of my head and needed a little help to let go. Can I please go masturbate now, sir?”

          Your tease stiffened the demon beside you, and you had to work not to get overly frustrated. You were expecting him to tease back when his crimson eyes glowed down at you, perhaps let loose a haughty retort, but he responded with earnest curiosity.

        “What does it feel like?”

           With a snort, you moved closer and hooked a finger under his chin. “Would you like to find out, darling?”

           Your attempt at seduction caused a booming laughter to fill the air. “Oh no no no no no! I have no wish for myself to experience such. My rut is more than enough illumination. I am much more curious as to how you feel, chèr,” he responded, bringing a hand to stroke your cheek.

            You really needed to get upstairs. The sweet, simple gesture had you wet and wriggling in front of him.

          “You know, if you let me go upstairs and tend to myself, you can join me and take notes while I dic… tate,” you purred with a wink.

           Alastor chuckled and grinned wide down at you before leaning in for a light, teasing kiss. “You know me too well, ma chèr,” he cooed, rubbing his nose to yours.

            And then you were in your bedroom, floating above your bed before dropping abruptly with a huff. When sitting up, you couldn’t help but giggle when you noticed Alastor sitting in a comfortable chair with his ‘Experiments in Passion’ notebook at the ready.

          With a quick snap, he summoned your toy chest and opened the top with a long tentacle. “Choose carefully now- you only get one.”

           “Well, someone’s feelin’ dominant,” you countered coyly, tail swishing with the taunt.

            Your lover’s eyes glowed, bright and fierce as his sharp fangs glistened. “And do you mind, mon cœur?” The tentacle stroked your cheek gently and you shivered in delight.

          “Not in the least, sir,” you spoke low, wriggling your hips as you moved to peruse your stock. It took a minute to find just what you were looking for, a cheerful exclamation sounding as you instantly perked up. Predators eyes flashing, you pressed the button and the Dragon Driller 5000 burst into existence, your arms shaking as the powerful magickal engine came alive. The large tentacles that surrounded the kaiju cock wriggled and sought flesh to stroke, and you were moving to lay down when radio interference sounded.

        Looking over to your guffawing mate, you burst into a fit of laughter. “I can’t imagine that bringing pleasure in any way, shape or form. How do you even fit—?”

           He looked fascinated and unnerved at the same time, and as you finally settled down, you plopped yourself back against the pillows and wrapped yourself around the monstrous vibrator. “It’s not much bigger than you when you get all big and scary. You’re about to get a hell of a show, Radio Demon,” you purred, closing your eyes and letting go of a moaning sigh as you rubbed against your toy.

         “I didn’t realize… Dually noted! The wonders of demon biology never cease to amaze me!” He exclaimed, waving his pen hand as he focused on your movements.

The Next Day

The Hazbin Hotel Lobby

“Heya Vixy! Alastor! What’ve you guys been up to?”

Angel swept you into a hug, and you laughed as he spun you.  

      “Trauma, Angel dear. We’ve been up to trauma,” Alastor spoke, and you laughed at his exaggerated remark.

        “Oh please, you’re the one who wanted to observe and take notes,” you retorted, bumping your hip into his with a wink.

         Angel took a moment to process, before laughing and ruffling your hair.

        “Leave it to the little vixen to scare all the big bad overlords!” He laughed, leaning his lower hands on his knees, and Husk came up to see what the commotion was about.

        “Let’s just say, Husker my friend, there are some sights you will never unsee, and I am off to work! Have a good day, my twisted little Vixen.”

        Alastor patted your head before promptly turning and taking his leave. You couldn’t help but giggle- the sweet little cinnamon psycho. ‘Flay your mate alive and devour her, but Hell forbid you see her pussy gulp down a kaiju cock.’

           Your thoughts were interrupted by Anita walking up to greet you. “Hey Vix, you ready to fox out?”

         With a smile and a hug, you replied, “You bet! I’m refreshed and ready to snuggle!”

         “Why don’t we do it down here for the first time? That way everyone coming in can have a pet, and we can end in the office for current clients wanting more security?” Anita suggested, and you agreed. May as well try and woo potential guests with a weekly pet sesh with a friendly, giant fox.

            Form warbling and growing, your vision of Anita, Husk and Angel wavered and sharpened as your vantage rose.

          You could practically see stars in Husk’s eyes as he debated with himself whether to go for it or not. Angel saw his hesitation and took hold of his larger hand to lead him up to you and place it at your shoulder. There was that adorable kitten face! How precious!

          Anita chuckled as you lowered yourself to show your belly with a happy yip. You could definitely tell that Husk wasn’t used to cuteness overkill- the poor thing looked about to happy cry as he slowly pet.

         Not many potential guests came in to tour the place throughout the day, but you made sure the few who did express interest knew of the hotel’s mental health services, reiterating the whole ‘it’s free to stay here’ thing. Was there really any downside?

           Charlie and Vaggie were enamored with your demon form, Vaggie commenting on the softness of your fur.

          “If you’d like, I would happily gift you a pelt. It’s great as is, or in fashion. You’ve met Velvette before, right? She works with my fur often and is a master in all her crafts.”

       Vaggie looked as though she might actually accept, but poor Charlie looked a little queasy at the thought, so she shook her head, and you chuckled together as the poor princess pressed her fingers together and smiled nervously.

        “Char Char, what were you thinking about the— Oh ho my golly! Is that Vixy?! Oh how cute! Look at her wittle fluffy cheeks!”

         A very excitable Lucifer popped up next to your small group, looking all together smitten with your massive fuzzy form.

         With a yippie giggle, you thanked him for the flattery and offered your belly. “And you can talk in this form? That’s super! Oh gosh, this is softer than Bee when she’s feeling cuddly! I could live in here!”

         “Fox bed!” Anita squealed and hopped onto your belly to join Lucifer, who’d burrowed himself almost completely within the fur at your chest. Angel and Cherri decided to join, settling under Lucifer on your chest to each rest on an arm joint. “You know, I think the last time I saw you all foxy was when I flayed you alive,” Angel commented, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

        Lucifer paled for a moment before shaking his head. “You sinners really confuse me sometimes. You act as though you enjoy hurting each other- and not in a sexy way…” He continued petting from within his fluffy nest, and you and Angel laughed together.

       “Well, that particular session was for a film- turned out pretty sexy in my opinion. ‘Flay Me, Love’ was quite a hit. But yes, some of us enjoy more… unorthodox pleasures,” you said, unable to see how the little angel was handling the talk, but his energy was at least calm.

        “Yeah, and Vix set everything up herself! She gives her pelts to Velvette whenever she asks. Skinning’s Al’s job now, though. Actually broadcasted it one time. Pretty fucked up.”

         Blunt, but true. Angel was really shining, and it warmed your heart to see him thriving. It did make you a little sad, the thought of losing him to Heaven, but as you listened to him chat with your friends, you did your best to feel happy for his progress. He deserved Heaven. He probably wouldn’t be able to bring Fat Nuggets with him, but the adorable little Hell pig would always have a home at the Hazbin Hotel. As long as Princess Charlie kept her strength of heart, there would always be a home for the hellborn sweetheart.

           Said princess sat atop your belly, Vaggie in between her and Anita as the gang cuddled and talked about everything and nothing. After a while your eyes drifted shut and you fell into a contented slumber, the soothing sound of your little family talking and laughing the perfect lullaby.

           The nap was exquisite, and by the time you awoke, the evening had rolled in, and your mate was announcing dinner to be ready. It must have been quite a sight, a giant fox dead asleep, little demons scattered on her belly chattering away.

            Alastor’s booming laughter filled the room, and you turned your massive head (careful of the tiny light bringer in the fur near your throat) to take in his pristine form. In your own current form, he looked so small. ‘So cute,’ you thought, giving him a dopey puppy grin as your tongue lolled to the side.

         “Should I arrange for a picnic on a pup?”

        Angel lit up at the idea and you gave him a deadpan stare before swaying in a gentle warning. “Don’t even think about it, little spider,” you said.

       Everyone chuckled and moved to rise, groans and moans sounding with the pops and snaps of stiff muscles coming back to life.

         “So, what’s for dinner, Bambi?”

          Lucifer hopped down after everyone else, patting the taller demon on the back. Said demon was not impressed, stiffening as static filled the air. “I don’t know why you insist on this moniker but do keep its use to a minimum. That charm will only get you so far,” Alastor retorted, shaking his hair out and adjusting his monocle.

        Lucifer pouted, his face elongating as your vision wavered with your form. “But you’re so fun to play with, Bambi. Like dangling fruit in front of a fawn,” he countered, pout curving into a sly grin.

          “Still offering fruit after all these years, little devil?” Alastor snorted, not-so-subtly tapping and scraping his shoes against the tile.

           “And dinner will beeee…?” Angel interjected, quirking an eyebrow as he bit back whatever else he wanted to say.

            “Ah yes! We’ll be having a Cajun seafood boil! You’re in for quite a treat, Angel dear!”

          Angel lit up, along with Charlie, Lucifer and surprisingly, Husk. The bartender gave a short whoop and began mixing a large punch bowl of multiple liquors. Whatever he was making, it was going to be strong as hell.

         Alastor gave a quick pat to your head, his shade leaning out to kiss your cheek, before sinking into his shadows. Even as he made his rounds to announce dinner, he still beat you all to the dining room, pulling out a seat for you when you made it to his side.

         Each circular table was decorated with piles of succulent crawfish, octopus, crab, lobster- even shark! Surprisingly, everything had been purchased from a regular butcher! Even Baxter (the grumpiest of guests) seemed to be pleased with the faire.

         Niffty zoomed over to sit next to the little angler, giving him a quick hug before seating herself excitedly. Baxter actually blushed as he grumbled about her “incessant need for affectionate gestures.”

         Well now! That was a new development!

           And of course sweet Charlie would notice! Vaggie had to keep her settled as she squealed in delight. Anita wasn’t much help, giggling and cooing at the whole scene as she leaned into Vaggie.

          “Well then, bon appétit everyone!” Alastor cheered, and Husk tapped on the giant punch bowl. Glasses filled automatically with hurricanes, and everyone dug in excitedly.

            Dinner was a splendid affair, and by the time you were settling into bed you were half asleep already, mumbling a sleepy “love you” to your mate’s completely unrelated question. What was he asking? Who could care with such a full belly, especially when your darling was rubbing said belly and humming in your ear?

         A Few Days Later

         Vee Tower- Velvette’s Studio

          “Veronica I swear to fuck if you don’t walk faster, you’ll be on janitorial duty for a month!”

         Said unfortunate demoness worked to pick up the pace, taking several wobbling steps on her single spiked sandals before a sickening crack sounded, and she went down with a scream. The poor thing’s neck snapped as she fell off the large catwalk, landing in a crumpled heap.

        Velvette growled in annoyance and kicked at the limp gazelle before her attention turned to Casey behind you. You could hear the large gulp they swallowed as the overlord called the lemur forward. Pointing her finger at them, Velvette zapped the killer steel spikes onto their feet, and Casey wobbled a bit before regaining their posture.

        The tall lemur was zapped up to the catwalk, and they began their trek. Velvette zapped different variations of the outfit as Casey continued their walk, finally landing on a silver and black body suit.

        “It’s retro, but I think it works. Alright, let’s try the show again!” Velvette clapped her hands as she shouted commands, and you took your place in line. “Go, go, go, faster Kayla!”

       The show finally finished filming, and by the time Velvette called cut, some of the models had actually passed out off stage. You’d even begun to break a bit of a sweat under the strong corset she’d wrapped you in.

        As models began filing out to changing rooms, you sauntered up to Velvette with a coy grin. “Someone’s got somethin’ scratching at her brain,” you teased, and Velvette gave a frustrated huff.

        “You know what, yeah. Fine. I could actually use a break,” she sighed out, zapping you back into the black shorts and tank top you’d arrived in. You could grab your shoes later- right now, your friend definitely needed to chat.

          You entered her apartment, and Velvette closed the door with a heavy sigh. “I’m a fucking lesbian, Vix…”

          Well, that was an unexpected revelation. “That’s great Vel! What made you reali-“

         “Fucking Carmilla Carmine…”

          “I’mmmm getting the idea you’re not pleased with this revelation,” you spoke cautiously, moving to the kitchen to pop some popcorn in the microwave.

        “I can’t stand her! Even her fucking face pisses me off! She corrects me all the time, hardly ever takes advice, so fucking bossy!”

        “Annnnd you want her to step on you and show you who’s boss?”

       Your tease had Velvette blushing a deep crimson, her mouth opening and closing as she searched for a counter. “Y-yeah… I… Fuck, I can't believe this shit!”

      “Awwww, Vel… You’re so precious!” You swept your doll into a crushing embrace, twirling before setting her down and rubbing your cheek to hers.

       “Oh stop it, you evil freak,” she made a halfhearted attempt to push you.

       “I’m your evil freak, and you, my dear, have a crush on a lady,” you replied, pulling her head down a bit to kiss the top.

        Velvette groaned, rubbing at the spot like an embarrassed child. “This isn’t a good thing, Vix. What do I tell the voys? I don’t want to fuck everything up.”

       “Babe, I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make those two hate you. Are you thinking of going monogamous or something?”

        Velvette walked over to plop herself on the couch, snuggling into a throw she’d made from your pelt. “Honestly, I’ve never really been attracted to either of them, but I love them, you know? They’re my family.  Occasionally I’d take a love potion and go freak mode with them; you know, like bonding. But if I pursue this, I’m effectively putting a wall up between us. Does… that make sense?” She looked up in question, and you melted at the sight. For such a ruthless overlord, she could be so thoughtful- when it was someone she cared about.

         Grabbing the popcorn and pouring it into a large bowl, you sat yourself cross legged next to her.

        “It makes total sense. This must have been bothering you for a while, huh?”

       Velvette nodded, grabbing a bit of popcorn to munch as she leaned against you. “You’re not mad?”

       Head tilting, you smiled down at her. “And why, pray tell, would I be mad?”

       Velvette averted her gaze, suddenly shy. “Well, I’m not attracted to you. Hell, we’ve never even fucked experimentally!”

       You couldn’t help but laugh, Velvette blushing as she humphed and crossed her arms.

       “Sweetheart, I love you. But I think we’ve very well established that we’re not each other’s type. You’re one of my best friends, and you don’t need to fuck your friends to keep them happy.” 

       Grabbing her chin, you flashed your predators eyes and grinned seductively, “do you suddenly want me to show you just how submissive you can be?”

          A series of snorts sounded as Vel tried to tamp down the laughter that burst forth. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! You’re right, babes… definitely just friends!”

         With a soft smile, you rubbed her back and offered to make drinks.

           “Yeah… yeah, that sounds good. Get me a mango margarita,” she said, snuggling back into your fur as she grabbed the tv remote. “What sounds good? Looks like we’ve got some new horrors out.”

         “Hmm, whatever you feel like, darling. Tonight is all about you,” you replied, grabbing the ingredients you’d need and setting to work.

       “Have I told you lately that I love you?”

       Your heart melted and you giggled at the bubbly feeling. “You have, but I will never grow tired of hearing it.”

       As you sat back down and handed Velvette her drink, you grew excited to see her choice. A new cosmic horror you hadn’t seen yet!

       The night passed by as you clung to each other and screamed, laughed and laugh-cried as the last protagonist fell to a monster that immediately dissolved into mist. It had been a terrible film, but oh how you both loved it! There’s nothing like a good/bad movie!

         “I’m here, Vel, whenever you need me, okay? And while I highly doubt your partners will take this too hard, you are always welcome in my home.”

        Your offer brought small tears to Velvette’s eyes, and she pulled you into one more hug before letting you go. “Thanks Vix. Love you babes. Get home safe,” she replied, and with that, you stepped out of her apartment and took the elevator down.

          Stepping into the lobby, you made your way to the front door, halting as your name met your ears.

          “Vixen! Hey, do you have a minute?”

          Stomach churning, you turned with a friendly smile. “Vox, how have you been, darling? What’s up?”

          Vox looked rather dapper, white suit accented with his signature blue and navy, little heart buttons closing the layers. Velvette’s work, most likely.

             “Hey, I’ve been doing well. Hey, since I’ve caught you, I wanted to run an idea by you.”

           He kept a respectful distance, and you listened patiently as he proposed a deal to advertise the hotel with a song after an interview he’d scheduled with the princess. How brazen can one demon be? He’d already tried to make a fool of King Morningstar, and he expected you to play show dog?

          “An interesting proposal. And what kind of performance are you wishing for? It would be a one-time thing unfortunately if I do accept. If we’re advertising the hotel, it certainly wouldn’t be a burlesque show,” you explained, enjoying the small, dejected twitch of his smile.

          “Ah, yes. As much as I loved that show, you’re right. Maybe you could sing about the hotel itself. Charlie did something like that before we all found out redemption is possible. It didn’t go well the first time, but I’m sure if we can get you both on, you could get more sinners to check in.  

          Thinking over the proposal, you nodded to yourself. The princess could use a friend to ease the tension on set, but you would need to pass it by her first.

         “I will see what Princess Morningstar would like to do, as I would be interrupting. I’m certainly not a representative of the hotel. I can get back to you in a day or two after I speak with her.”

        Vox’s smile lowered exponentially before resettling. “You need permission from the princess to do anything? That doesn’t seem very fair,” he spoke, leaning closer as he stared intently into your own gaze.

        That was when you felt your heart skip a beat, and an ebb of desire passed through you. ‘What the-‘

       “I… don’t want to overstep, Vixy, but are you okay? I know we haven’t exactly been close, but I do care about you. How could I not after all these years?”

        He stepped closer, and your breath quickened.

        “I’m perfectly well, Vox… I can’t say I feel close, but I do wish for your well-being. And as for needing permission, the only time I need permission to do anything is in a domination scenario,” you chuckled, doing your best to remain nonchalant and normal.

          Why the fuck were you suddenly wanting him? Was it because technically he was almost free game? Maybe Velvette’s confession unlocked an attraction?  No, that wasn’t it. Maybe-

        “Is that so? I can’t lie, I’d love to see that,” Vox purred, and you felt wetness in your underwear as he leaned ever closer, reaching a clawed finger toward you before he paused, and stepped back.

       “I’m sorry, Vixy. Unless you decide to welcome a new relationship, I’ll step aside. Though…”

       His gaze never left you, and you whined softly as he grinned seductively. “I am a bit… envious,” he finished, taking your hand to press an electric kiss to.

        “Good night, Vixen,” he spoke softly, rising and cabling out of the lobby, and you were left to deal with… whatever the fuck that was.

       The walk home was at least soothing, the air slightly cool as you breathed in the death and blood. Perhaps a hunt could help your odd mood. You couldn’t kill Vox, but you could easily find someone. Your wardrobe choice for the day made it easy to find a target.

        Continuing your walk, you waited only twenty minutes before some hapless buffoon was yelling at you. You slowed your pace and began your act, arms holding yourself as you cowered and gave a worried face.

       “Hey, I said come here, bitch! You wanna piss me off?”

      Covering your chest, you backed into a dark, secluded alleyway, ever the weary damsel. “I’m sorry sir. I don’t know what you want, but please. I don’t want any trouble,” you pled, ears flattening and tail curling.

       And then the beast was on you, sealing his fate.

       He slammed you against the brick wall, and your head spun for a moment from the impact. ‘Tough little bastard, aren’t you?’

        Shaking your head, you began sobbing, which only seemed to excite the alligator attacking you. His claws went straight to your shorts, slashing the skin as he cut the fabric.

       ‘Oh you little—‘

        “Those were my favorite shorts, you little shit!”

        That earned a punch for your face, but you were ready now. Your little façade dissolved as you wrapped your legs around the alligator’s waist.

         Arms twisting, you pulled as hard as you could until a satisfying ‘pop’ sounded, and the beast screamed before you slammed your forehead into his snout.

      He lost his balance with a cry, and you untangled your limbs quickly to leap off the falling demon. It looked like this sinner was unused to pain- how delightful!

        “Well, darling, it looks like it’s your ass tonight,” you purred, kneeling down next to the sobbing demon.

        Anger filled his gaze, and he made one last attempt at kicking you- a mistake. With a wave of a claw, you sliced his Achilles tendon, and the guttural scream that met your ears in reaction brought such ecstasy!

       “Please… I’m sorry, I won’t… do it again!” He pled between sobs, and you straddled his hips as you leaned down to kiss his forehead.

       “Do remember this in the future, darling. Nobody likes to feel helpless,” you spoke, summoning your favorite blade.

       “Yes! Yes ma’am, I won’t forget!” He frantically squirmed, attempting a smile with his crooked, bloody jaw.

       “Good boy,” you purred, before plunging the blade into his heart.

        You watched the light leave his eyes, and a bit of the frustration waned. For a moment you debated whether to save the body to sell to Rosie- hell, you may even offer it as a gift. You were essentially friends, so perhaps she wouldn’t find it inappropriate.

           That sinister aura ebbed against you, and you were suddenly very alert. Fuck the body; it was time to go!

            Standing and holding your ripped shorts together, you began a brisk walk towards the entrance of the alley, and the aura began following, closing in a little too quickly for your liking. ‘Run’ your shade yelled from within and, for once, you simply obeyed.

         Faster than the blink of an eye, you ran. You ran all the way home, finally losing the aura when you reached Cannibal Town. Thankfully Alastor wasn’t home, and you leapt up the stairs to clean yourself up.

         When finally he did come home, you were already in a purple silk nightgown, fixing dinner in the kitchen with a humming tune.

          Arms encircled you as you stirred ingredients together, and you giggled when your mate happily snuffled into your hair.

          This was right. This felt right.

          Perhaps tomorrow you would worry about the princess and her upcoming interview. Tonight you would wine and dine your darling mate, dance in his arms, and sleep by his side. Tonight, there was nothing to worry about.