With each passing day, Alastor was getting better.
He seemed more willing to hang around Idosing, and was more sociable as a whole. He would usually be in the music studio playing the piano.
The Radio Demon often played somber melodies similar to some of the musician's acoustic work. But he seemed to understand some of Idosing's words, as he sung along quietly to the notes.
Even then, Alastor wasn't exactly in mint condition. He still had some trouble trying to coordinate through his way the house, bumping into the doorways or tripping over his own feet.
Often times, he got frustrated whenever things didn't go his ways whether minor or not. Sometimes, Alastor would miss a note while playing the piano and often buried his head in his hands. Other times, he might stub his toes against something and starting swearing in French as he felt the pain.
For Idosing, it was a step in the right direction. Once Alastor was able to get back on his feet, he might be able to get him to leave.
As much as Idosing liked Alastor's presence, he had become a burden towards the zebra. But friends have to look out for each other.
But how long will this continue on for was completely up to whatever Alastor might do.
All he could do was wait.
Alastor needed some kind of replacement.
In terms of what he had been doing for the past few days was that of trying to find something that could be used to filled that euphoria-drained feeling that he had.
But nothing seemed to match up.
In all honesty, the pursuit of happiness was something that was rare in Hell unless it was gotten from killing someone or taking drugs. And Alastor wasn't willing to use morphine.
Not because there was no supply of it, it was more of personal embarrassment of himself. He was regretting even taking it, but mistakes always happen. It's just some are worse than others.
He tried to play musical instruments, watch the skyline or even stay around Idosing but he couldn't exactly feel what once was.
So, he turned to one of the only other things he could think of.
Alastor was within the living room. Idosing was within his studio possibly to rehearse some songs so the Radio Demon had the space all to himself. He then proceeded to turn on the television and turned the volume all the way down. He tuned into the pornography channel.
For the next several minutes, Alastor observed the snippets of pornography. He never understood the appeal of sex, even when numerous people had stated of how good it was supposed to feel. He adopted the term asexuality when he first heard about it since he never felt any kind of sexual or even romantic attraction to anyone.
According to Idosing, it was because he physically couldn't have that attraction. However, that didn't mean he couldn't engage in the activity.
So, why not try it now?
The pornography channel showed numerous videos of various sinners and demons perform numerous sexual acts towards each other. But their faces were the least of his concern.
Instead, he focused on their movements. At least each clip lasted wildly from a few minutes to several but Alastor tried to see which positions, movements and methods was within the madness.
After a while, he felt he had quite enough information on what he was about to do (amongst many other things). He shut the television and quickly entered his room.
Was he going to regret this? Probably.
Should he really be doing this?
To be honest, he became a morphine addict months prior, so what's the harm indulging in himself?
Just to be safe, he locked the door and shut the windows with the curtains available. Once he turned on the lights, he was ready.
Or at least somewhat ready.
He quickly stripped whatever clothing he had. Hoodie, slacks, and undergarments. With him naked, he felt shameful but another feeling seemed to take over.
Alastor quickly laid down on his bed and he looked over at his penis. It wasn't 'hard' as the pornstars on the television would say but it was getting more like that as he gave some small touches towards it.
He took a deep breath, and began stroking at his member.
It wasn't much at first. Small waves of pleasure filled his body, but it wasn't anything special. But as he continued, the waves started to hit him harder as he continued to jerk along.
He switched his hands just to lick the one he first used and switched back. The friction began to ease and the pleasure was getting to him.
Alastor looked down at his now hard cock and somewhat admire at its length. If he had to guess, it was about five and a half inches or so. It looked longer than that, however, but he didn't really care as the pleasure was beginning to amplify in intensity.
His breaths were getting heavy and sweat was beading across his body. He increased his pace, chasing that new sense of euphoria he wanted.
The release came with white fluids spurting from his manhood, and a mewl escaping his lips. A sense of pleasure went throughout his veins, and he was just purely spent.
After the glow of the climax, Alastor conveyed himself. The sticky white substance was all over his hand and some of it was on his chest.
A part of him was sincerely curious on what it tasted like. Without any second thoughts, he put some of the fluid on his hand into his mouth.
To his surprise, it tasted good. It felt bitter and a bit salty but he enjoyed it, primarily he enjoyed those tastes. He savored some more, but soon enough, Alastor went ahead and entered his bathroom to cleanse himself.
As he entered the shower and let the water flow over him, he felt satisfied in a way. He could continue experimenting if needed.
Maybe, this was the replacement he needed.
The next following days were mostly focused entirely on Alastor's self exploration and trying whatever he could do to him.
While there were times in which he simply stroked himself, he tried to experiment with what he would occasionally gleam from the television.
He knew that there existed a body part within him called a prostate, and it was within his anus, apparently.
The first time he attempted it, Alastor felt the beautiful sting of touching the sweet spot but it was hard to get it consistently.
The next time he tried, he used his talons and to say that it worked was an understatement. He essentially fucked himself, on his own hand and enjoyed every moment of it until he came to his climax.
Each and every time he fingered himself, he tried new positions and found them to be insanely pleasurable no matter what kind position he was in.
He was indulging the lowly pleasures he once looked down upon, but he wasn't exactly caring for what were the consequences.
He tried his best to not moan out loud to not attract any kind of unwanted attention. So, it was mostly his own strained breaths and mutterings in French and English.
However now, he wanted to see how far he could push himself.
Other than destruction, he never really used his tentacles. And Alastor wanted to see if he could use it in a different manner.
Funnily enough, the first time he heard about tentacles used for sex, was through Niffty. It wasn't his cup of tea, but the little lady enjoyed it as they became prominent in Hell.
If she, and even the rest of Hell found out he was doing this, well, he didn't know what would happen.
Alastor was within his bathroom, and where the shower area was. He wanted to try it here since it'd be easier to clean up after himself.
He placed himself against the wall where the shower head was and took a few deep breaths. He then proceeded to grab a bottle of Vaseline that he obtained from Idosing, now placed within the numerous bottles of body care. Initially to gel his hair, it was probably the only usable lube that he could use to prepare himself.
The deer proceeded to rub Vaseline over his talons, and quickly inserted into his ass. He gave a quick exhale and went as far as he could, and managed to touch his prostate, making him give a shaking breath.
Once he did went as deep as he could, he pulled out, making him feel empty for a lack of a better term. But the anticipation of what was about to come made his dick erect.
Unhesitatingly, he cut into his palm with his claws and summoned a single tentacle to appear on the wall behind him. It looked menacing, but Alastor thought otherwise.
He readied himself and jutted out his rear end to the tentacle which remained writhing away. His head and arms were pressed against the wall and he turned on the shower, to hopefully reduce the noise he might make. He wagged his tail and bit his lip seductively to the tentacle, which made him press his head against the wall again.
If this how a whore felt, then he was being stupid.
Since he had full control of the tentacle, he might as well begin now. Slowly, he proceeded to let it enter his anus.
The first thing he felt was pain. He enjoyed pain and he didn't mind it. Next thing he knew, the tentacle touched that sweet spot, making him breath satisfyingly. He stopped the tentacle's movement since he didn't want to damage himself.
In and out, slowly.
Alastor commanded the tentacle to repeat the movement. It pulled out to where it was about to exit him before slamming back into him.
It made him yelp and knock over some of the bottles of body care near him making a lot of loud noises.
"Fuck." Alastor said out loud, and it was obvious he was being horny.
The tentacle repeated it's demanded movements, and Alastor was left a heaving and sweaty mess. The water running down his back hid the amount of sweat that was drenching him. He also was biting down on a bar of soap. While it was anything but tasty, the deer was trying his best to not moan pleasurably.
With some more bloodletting, the tentacle slowly increased its pace. Alastor gave muffled moans to nobody and arched his back to get more of the tentacle. His legs were beginning to give way, and he mustered as much strength to support himself.
His penis was harder than ever if that was somehow possible, and he barely could contain himself.
The bar of soap dropped from his mouth as the tendril began fucking him at a rapid pace, and his pleasure reaching its breaking point.
"Oui, juste là! S'il vous plaît, plus!",he moaned shamelessly, almost wanting to be heard.
The pressure came to him like a balloon being filled with too much air before suddenly exploding. He let out a very audible moan as he painted the wet tiles below him with his semen. The tentacle seemed to push itself as deep as it could and spewed out a thick liquid into him. He felt himself being filled up and mewled without any sense of shame or guilt.
His legs essentially collapsed underneath him, making him fall onto the floor. The tentacle retracted from him easily and disappeared from the bathroom.
Alastor laid there motionless as the water from the shower washed over him. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling.
Satisfaction was overtaking the feeling of the tentacle cum (at least he could assume) oozing out of him. He breathed slowly and Alastor's face felt hot.
After a while of laying there, he managed to stand up and wash himself dry of all of his dirty work.
Soon, he was cleansed of anything that would allude to what he had just done. He exited the bathroom and quickly dressed himself. He then plopped back down onto his bed.
So, what now?
Alastor was highly satisfied with what he did just now and he was on the verge of passing out again.
However, he wanted more. Maybe he could try some difficult or use more tentacles. But he wasn't so sure on he could do next.
The one thing he did know was that he was going to have a more fun time here.
But he didn't know what else. He could get bored of the sexual experiences after a while. Idosing could find out, but the musician didn't seem like the kind that would stop him. And whether or not he was going back...
The thoughts shut down the moment he closed his eyes and went into the depths of unconsciousness.
He was genuinely happy, for the first time in a long while.
what have i done
Anyway, this story will be ending soon, but that doesn't mean this series will.
Stay tuned, amigo.
