Warning! This chapter contains explicit sexual content, noted by / at the beginning and of the scene if you wish to skip it.


Chapter Twelve: Late Night Snack

Charlie took a deep breath to calm her racing heart as she screamed internally. She slumped against the door after removing his coat, 'You dumb bitch!' She face palmed and groaned, hoping Alastor didn't think she was flaking out on him. She wasn't, she just didn't feel comfortable getting... naked... when she had been sweating as much as she had on the dance floor. She was probably ripe where it counted. Blushing, she hoped Alastor wasn't into that kind of thing.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid. I could of just showered in his room... with... with him? Oh boy." She felt a sudden rush of heat between her legs at the thought of them getting down and dirty when they should be bathing instead. She blushed from head to toe. Was this really happening?

"Fifteen. Fifteen minutes... shit!" She realized she was wasting valuable time as she dropped her shoes by the door and hobbled over to hers and Vaggie's bed room, gulping as she saw a faint light from underneath the door. "No... no..." she carefully opened the door and bit back a groan of disappointment as she saw Vaggie sitting up reading a book near her bed side lamp. Razzle and Dazzle were curled up at the foot of the bed.

Vaggie looked up and smiled, "Hey amor, I was getting a little worried. I was going to wait a little longer than call you. Forgot to text me when you left, I see." She closed her book and set it on her nightstand. "How'd it go?"

"I'm sorry, I knocked out as soon as I got in the car. It was... Good, it was good. Both his friends were there, Rosie and Mimzy. I like Rosie, but I don't think Mimzy likes me much because we're business partners, but she was still nice to hear me out." she set Alastor's jacket down, which stupidly she hadn't given back but a plan formed in her mind. She placed it on the dresser by their door and began removing her dress, "She's coming next week to talk to Al about being a sponsor so overall, a success but..."

"But?" Vaggie swung her legs over the side of the bed to assist Charlie in taking down her hair which surprising hadn't gotten too beat up. "You didn't sign your soul, did you?"

Charlie laughed, "No, Vag, not this time. She agreed to help but I have to apparently put on a show at some fundraising event later this year. I don't know the details yet, but I guess I'll find out next week." She removed the pasties from her chest.

Vaggie nodded, "Ok. Weird, but it could be worse I guess. So nothing bad happened?"

Charlie gulped, thinking of all the inappropriate touching that transpired, "We just danced. Al and I. I had some wine but I didn't get drunk." She stared at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes. Dammit. "Say, I'm going to shower then return this jacket back to Alastor before he goes to sleep. He let me borrow it since it got a bit cold. Why don't you go to bed, babe? I'll be right behind you."

Vaggie yawned, "You can do it in the morning or I can give it to him while you shower. It's no problem, we're kinda cool with each other, I suppose. I've been trying to be a bit nicer to him." She kissed the top of Charlie's head.

The princess pouted, "I got it. I want to thank him for tonight anyway. Besides the business stuff, I had a lot of fun. I'll tell you all about it in the morning, I promise. The Birds of Paradise is beautiful, Vaggie. Before you ask, no, I never went downstairs, it was never a suggestion either. We should go one of these days though and at least see Mimzy perform. She's amazing! Nothing like what I thought. Sure, rough around the edges but... she's a good ally to have."

Vaggie sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine. Good night, mi princesa."

"Good night my love, sweet dreams."

Charlie practically ran to the shower and didn't bother to wait for it to heat up as she jumped into the icy cold water. She gasped and flinched, screwing her eyes shut as she shivered until it began burn like lava. She squealed and pressed herself up against the wall to adjust the temperature as she lathered herself up. She squirted a giant blob of shampoo onto her hand and scrubbed her hair furiously. As soon as the water was set to her liking, she grabbed her bar of soap and loofah and made sure to pay close attention to certain parts of her anatomy she hoped would get some kind of attention by a red clad deer demon.

She blushed again. This was happening. She and Alastor... she fought back a sudden sob as she thought of the woman in the room next to her, covering her mouth to muffle the cry. What was she doing? What was she thinking? Was some dicking worth throwing away the love they had? Was Charlie really going to cheat on Vaggie, the only person in their god forsaken world that loved her truly and believed in her? She felt tears sting her eyes.

Alastor... what had he done to her? There was no denying she was incredibly attracted to him physically, but her stupid school crush still remained. The way he treated her and teased her didn't help either. Charlie wondered if maybe the Radio Demon felt something else too rather than the sexual attraction. Why did she even agree to be his pet? The word... her purpose... it should have turned her off but the idea that it was Alastor who wanted her, was like a wet dream come true. He wanted it to be a lasting thing, but after she got what she wanted, she would demand for it to stop and bury the guilt deep, deep down. She had to... for Vaggie. At least he gave her the option to back down.

Or maybe it would be easier to not go through with any of this at all.

Charlie sighed, slowly bringing her hands down to her sides. Maybe she was a flake. She stepped out of the shower once she finished rinsing and dried herself off then wrapped the towel around her lithe body. She contemplated backing down once more, her heart ready to leap out of her chest out of sheer nervousness.

'Why do you keep denying yourself?' Taunted the dark part of her, 'When was the last time you had a really good fuck?'

'Stop...'

'Even if it isn't that good as you want it to be, bet you Al could at least take the edge off a little. You haven't been satisfied in some time. Always aching for more. What's more erotic than banging the Radio Demon at least once.'

"Just once... Vaggie would forgive me... if she found out..."

As she exited the bathroom, she smiled sadly as she noticed Vaggie had indeed fallen asleep, cuddling Dazzle with their backs to her.

"Psst, Razzle."

The other goat demon who had still been at the foot of the bed looked up groggily, then perked up as he spotted his mistress. He carefully slid off the bed and quietly walked to her, curious as to what was needed at such an hour.

She closed her eyes and placed her index finger of her right hand on his forehead, whispering something in a language long forgotten. Pink smoke and golden sparkles circled his body, but he stood calmly. His little body was engulfed in a soft light, then he began to shift. In an instant, Charlie was staring back at herself, dressed in black night gown. The real Charlie snapped her fingers and a fake Razzle appeared back at the foot of her bed. The princess opened up her eyes to reveal red scleras and golden irises. She blinked and her eyes were back to normal.

"Cuddle with Vaggie for me, will you? Momma has to do some stuff." She petted Razzle's new blonde hair.

The fake Charlie nodded and yawned, heading back to bed and spooned the grey skinned moth. Vaggie audibly sighed in happiness and snuggled into the arms of who she thought was her lover. That should buy Charlie some time.

She ripped the towel off her body and dried her hair. She cursed under her breath that her fifteen minutes were up. Charlie tiptoed to the dresser and slipped on a pair of red and black lace panties ('Subtle...' she rolled her eyes at herself) and donned an oversized black shirt that barely covered her bottom. Not entirely sexy, but she also didn't look like a complete bum. She grabbed the coat and noiselessly slipped out of the room after brushing and braiding her hair.

The princess managed to cross the pitch black room without bumping into anything and made it to the hallway. She sighed in relief and looked up and down the hall, knowing full well nobody was around, but still trying to be cautious. She gulped as she approached the Radio Demon's door.

'I'll leave my door open if you do decide to join me.' Replayed in her head. She nervously reached for the knob, already feeling herself clam up.

'Stop, stop!'

'Yes! Do it!'

She stopped short of making contact and closed her eyes tightly. Her heart raced in her chest. The heiress took a calming breath.

"Charlie, sweetheart, are you going to stand there all night?" Came Alastor's filtered voice. He chuckled as she jumped a foot in the air, "I was about to lock my door but lo and behold, here you are, looking rather enticing." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, a smirk on his lips.

She gave him a once over and felt goosebumps of excitement spread across her flesh. Her stomach flipped. Alastor was dressed in nothing but uncharacteristic loose fitting flannel pants that hung low on his narrow waist. His hair was damp, an indication that he too had showered, and seeing so much bare skin on him made Charlie's heart do summersaults. Not even Vaggie doing a strip tease for her made her feel this way. Holy hell...

His skin was ash gray, riddled with scars that caught her breath. Some looked deeper than others, yet instead of being repulsed, she found him... beautiful. Each scar was a story she wanted to know. Her eyes drifted to the puncture wounds along the side of his neck. Charlie gulped. What kind of death did he endure? Regardless of the marks, he was a fine specimen. He was deceptively lean, rather than lanky as she had thought. His muscles weren't incredibly defined, but there was some definition is his abdomen and as she suspected, some meat on his biceps. She hadn't realize she was drooling as she ogled him.

She made a small noise and looked away embarrassingly, hands on her cheek, his coat squashed again her right bicep and forearm. "H-hey Al... um... I-I brought back your jacket." She snuck another peek at him and extended her right arm. Alastor took the coat and grinned wider.

"What's the matter, dear? Cat got your tongue? Come inside before you catch a cold with this draft." He took her hand to pull her inside and closed the door behind them. Charlie felt as if her heart would explode as nervousness gripped her once more.

They were engulfed in darkness save for the light coming from the open doorway of his bedroom. Charlie could make out the shapes of some furniture, such as a couch and coffee table in the middle of the open space, but not much else. She could feel her pulse quickening and had to fight down the urge to flee. She wasn't a lamb being sent to the slaughter house, she wanted this, truly, but the guilt was also tearing at her frazzled mind.

The two entered the room and the princess looked around. Ahead of her was a massive bed, inside an equally massive and intricate wooden bed frame with posts, a wooden canopy, and a headboard that went from floor to canopy. The mahogany was carved with silhouettes of deer skulls and rose vines. The rim of the canopy was decorated with human skulls, with a blood red curtain tied back on either side of the top of the bed with golden tassels on either side, and protruding from the very top of the headboard was a massive skull of a great big stag, runes carved into it and its antlers that looked like gnarled and twisted tree branches. Underneath the canopy, which was raised in the center, hung a small gas lamp. The bedding and pillows were burgundy with black pin stripes. A bench with a red plush top was at the foot of the bed.

On either side of the bed were night stands. To her left, near the entrance to his walk in closet, was a large nine drawer dresser with a mirror secured behind it, a coat rack (which he was currently at to hang his tuxedo jacket) and two long back accent chairs with a table in between, followed by a large book case, stuffed with various works of literature and knick knacks. To her immediate left, a vintage armoire stood with a chaise that had an arm rest one side and an arching backside that stopped down at the end with no rest. Two more book cases, one with an several decanters is various alcohol and glasses, finished the last wall that had the door to the master bathroom and in the middle of them, an accent table with a cathedral style vintage radio sat. She looked up at the bookcases and felt her skin crawl a little at the various creature skulls. Nothing else hung on the negative space of the amber colored walls and from the ceiling hung a small chandelier that lit up the room.

So this was Alastor's room. She didn't know what to expect but the aesthetic was very him. She tugged at the back of her shirt and rolled on the balls of her feet, unsure of what to do with herself as The Radio Demon sat on the bench by his bed. He patted his lap and Charlie came.

She stood between his legs and avoided eye contact, putting her hands up to her chest. She shivered as his cool hands rested on her hips underneath her shirt.

"Nervous?" He said calmly, eyes lidded and a small smile on his face, as usual.

She stole a quick glance at him, "Y-yea... I don't know what to do, I guess. First times are always awkward for me." She blushed. "S-sorry..."

Alastor chuckled and sat her on his lap, not minding that her cold wet hair was on his chest. "How should I help you relax then? We can't play if you're like this, it's no fun." He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. "You don't need to be afraid, dear, I won't bite... hard." He smiled widely to bare his teeth.

"I... know." She felt herself blush harder. "It's just that... I would have never thought I'd be ok doing something like this."

"Honestly, neither did I. Teasing had been fun but I was and am delighted you're here. However, if you don't want to do anything tonight, as slightly disappointing as it would be, I understand. That's what makes you charming. You're so innocent, it's positively adorable, but I know there's a sassy little minx in there that's dying to come out and play with me." His hands moved to her thighs as he ran them along the inside. Charlie's breath became shallow. He nudged her legs open and moved her knees so they were above his own, his legs forcing her legs to open wider. "Do you want to stop?"

Alastor waited with bated breath. This was the moment he would see how far his his plan had gone. He knew she wanted him, it was clear as day every time they locked eyes when they were alone, but was she ready for this?

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"N-no..." she gasped as he lazily ran his middle finger up her core, applying slightly more pressure where her bundle of nerves was and gently rubbed it in small circles. Charlie's hands clamped down in his legs.

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to, my dear, but please know, once we do this, you are mine. I will allow you to still be with your lady friend to keep up the normalcy around here, but I will play with you every chance I get, and as we learn more about one another," His other hand reached up into her shirt to knead the soft mounds of her breasts, "I expect you to have a little more confidence in yourself. You're not some young virgin girl. I take only one pet, one lover at a time and there is nobody I desire as much as I do you this moment." He nipped her pulse, eliciting a cry of pleasure from the woman melting in his arms. She rocked her hips the best she could to make more contact with his finger, "You are mine, Charlotte Magne. Do you understand this?"

She panted, "Y-Yes."

"What are you to me?"

"A... play thing?" She whimpered as she felt his middle finger toy with the edge of her panties near her womanhood. 'Please!' She mentally pleaded.

"Very good. You're learning already." He opened his legs slightly wider. Charlie removed her hands from his legs to remove her shirt and tossed it to the ground. Alastor kissed her bare shoulders."When do I expect for us to play?"

"Whenever... you... desire. Ah!" The demon below her slipped his finger underneath her panties from the front and delicately stroked her dripping slit, mindful of his claws, up to her delicate clit. His smile grew, baring teeth, "Ah...Alastor..."

"Tell me, Princess, what is it that you desire from me? I won't always be so generous with giving but because you were such a very good girl, I'll take care of you tonight, but next time I expect compensation." He pinched her nipple and twisted slightly, causing her back to arch away from his chest. The pad of his middle finger ghosted over her clit in short strokes. Charlie writhed, grinding her bottom into his pelvis.

"I want..." She took a deep breath and leaned back into him, her right arm reaching behind her to entangle itself in his hair while her left rub her neglect teat. "To... to... feel you touch me. Your mouth on me."

"Taste you?" He whispered into her ear, his voice dripping with the hunger he felt for her. Before she could respond, he grabbed the sides of her panties and sliced them off with his claws. Charlie would have been upset had it not been for his fingers return to her now fully exposed clit and rubbing it in firm circle motions with two fingers.

Charlie grasped a fist full of his hair, but the red head didn't mind. Instead he trailed hot, open mouth kisses from the back of her neck to the middle of her shoulder blades and ran his tongue back up. Charlie let him go and dropped her left hand to rest on top of the one at her core. Wordlessly, Alastor understood what she was asking for and trailed his fingers down toward her throbbing opening, her juices already leaking out to coat his skilled fingers more.

"My, oh my, Charlie dearest. Wet so soon?" He chuckled darkly. He slipped his middle finger inside and relished at the hot velvety feeling of her insides clamping down on him with need. He gently pumped her.

Charlie's eyes closed as her head fell toward her chest, a breathless moan escaping her lips. She braced herself on his strong legs to lift her hips to rock into his hand as he inserted another finger into her.

"Al... Alastor." It was like music to his ears. She made a whining noise in the back of her throat as he pulled his hand away to see how thick the clear sticky liquid of her excitement was.

"Do you taste good?" He teased as he brought his hand toward her lips. Without thinking, Charlie took the two digits into her mouth and swirled her tongue around them, suckling them like a new born babe. In all her years, she never actually tasted herself, only on the lips of her lovers. To taste herself purely caused her to moan delightfully. "I'll take that as a yes."

Alastor picked her up bridal style. Charlie reached up to kiss him but he pulled away, "Nuh uh, darling... no kissing. Not yet at least. You may do so if things between and your lady are done and I have you all to myself. I know what that naughty little mouth of yours has done with her and I don't wish to taste her. Only you." She pouted. Alastor chuckled and kissed her black spotted nose.

Gently he placed her as close to the center of the massive bed as he could, crawling in after her. Charlie suddenly felt shy and closed her legs and covered her chest as she laid on the soft duvet. Alastor shook his head and peeled her arms away.

"Too late for that, my dear. Now, let me take a good look at you. Open up." He kneeled between her legs. Charlie gulped and nodded, slowly relaxing her legs to bare herself to him. She reached up for a pillow to put behind her head and kept her hands on either side of her head.

Alastor nodded approvingly, "Stunning, simply stunning, sweetheart. Oh how I can't wait for next time already." He leaned forward until his hands were on either side of her head to hold himself up above her. He gazed down at her and licked his lips, "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this while it lasts, and may it last for a while."

Charlie wanted to slap herself for just nodding like a idiot. She should be hoping that whatever he planned on doing to her would quench the fire he started so she could pull out from their arrangement and forget that she was ever unfaithful to her girlfriend. A deep part of her snarled at the idea of hitting and quitting it. His gentle touches were addicting, imagine his dick? Her lips parted as she began to breathe harder.

Alastor retuned his right hand to her folds and once again inserted his fingers into her and placed his thumb on her clit. He started off slowly as first as Charlie began to squirm beneath him, her eyes fluttering close. He caught her wrists in his left hand and held them above her head as he watched her watch him descend on her chest. She let out a shuttered breath as he planted another open mouth kiss in the middle of her chest and trailed feathery kisses to her right nipple.

He continued to watch her with hooded eyes as his tongue slipped out to caress and swirl around the beaded and sensitive nub. She hissed, inhaling a large amount of air that caused her chest to push into his mouth. He closed his mouth around the pink areola and gave it a harsh suck before letting go and soothing it again with his tongue.

Charlie's mind began to blank as she concentrated on him. 'Holy shit...' she thought as she rocked her hips the best she could in her position, 'Me and Alastor... I'm being finger fucked by the Radio Demon.' The thought sent a wave of electricity to course through her body, her arousal spiking and more juices to flow out of her tight little hole. Alastor chuckled.

"I wonder darling, are you a squirted?" His smooth voice, unfiltered, drove her mad as he talked dirty to her. "I've been curious as to what you are like in bed, but tonight I'll let you be my pillow princess. Does my hand make you feel good?" His middle finger arched up and touched a pleasure spot deep inside her she didn't know existed. His long, dangerous fingers had more reach than Vaggie's small feminine ones. Her eyes popped open and her mouth made a little 'o', her muscles clamping even harder on his fingers, as if begging him to stay where he was. "So expressive you are, Charlie. I absolutely adore it." He let her go and kissed the column of her neck, softly nipped at the delicate skin, causing Charlie to shutter. He then continued down her body, kissing and nipping at the nipple he hadn't played with and further down he went toward the source of her heat, his now free hand trailing behind with his claws carefully teasing her skin.

Charlie felt as if her heart was going to burst out of her chest. Was he really going to eat her out? She was surprised she wasn't worried about his very sharp teeth. It actually excited her more.

Alastor removed his fingers and spread her folds open, admiring the rosy colored flesh of her dripping pussy. She smelled sweet. He leaned in and kissed her clit, causing Charlie to cry out. He licked his lips. She tasted just as delicious.

"Ah... Al..." she whimpered, propping herself up on her elbows as she began to tremble, "Please..." she hesitantly ran her hands through his bangs toward the valley of his antlers.

"Please what, dear?" He leaned back to stare at her, "I'm a little preoccupied at the moment." Charlie fell back into the bed and put the pillow over her face as a loud, pleasurable moan erupted from deep within as soon as the Radio Demon's wicked tongue tortuously licked her sweet spot, flicking her bud when it made contact. He savored her. It was almost reminiscent of cherries in taste. A man could get addicted.

Alastor suckled her clit as carefully as possible, mindful to not knick her with a point of his jagged tooth. Dear sweet Charlie... the noises she was making made him want to forget what he said about him doing all the work as a reward for tonight and just take her, allowing her to ride him until they couldn't move.

'No...' he scolded himself, 'Deny her true fulfillment tonight. Make her crave it. She'll never think to leave you once she gets it. Nothing will satisfy her like I can. Ruin her for all others once you're done with her. Just like the others.'

He grabbed onto her hips and pulled them up with him as he kneeled again, her top half of her body supported by her shoulders. One of his hand reached for her tender button to rub soft circles on it as he reached as deep as he could inside her with his tongue. His mouth filled with her essence. The Radio Demon couldn't contain the deep moan that escaped him. It was as if a starving man was getting his first real meal in decades.

Charlie's muscle began to spasm and her thighs clenched around his head. Her moans became louder, and suddenly she didn't care if she was heard by the other occupants of the hotel. Alastor wasn't stopping her.

"Alastor!" She yipped, reaching behind her and felt around for him. She gasped as she made contact with a certain part of his anatomy she desperately wanted. Her eyes bugged. He was definitely a bit above average and based on what she could feel through his pants, he had girth. How the hell did he hide that on an average day? She wanted to see it and taste him. "Alastor please... I want you... in me. Fuck me."

He lowered her hips to rest on his lap and leaned over her again, "Not tonight, I said only a treat." His hand returned to her, "Now then... why don't you cum for me, darling? Let me see what that pretty little face of yours looks like, hmm?"

Charlie's mouth hung open as her eyes closed again. She rocked her hips against his hand, trying to make them go deeper. He found her g-spot again and she let out a sob. She was going to...

"Alastor... oh, god... Alastor!" She opened her legs as wide as she could for him, one hand gripping the sheets tightly, threatening to rip through the material with her sharp nails. She pressed the back of her other hand against her mouth as she gasped like a fish out of water, fighting back the urge to wail his name for the angels to hear. She was close to release.

"That's it, Charlie, be a good girl and cum for me." She squeaked and arched her back again as she felt one of his fingers from his other hand effortlessly insert itself into her ass. The sensation of both holes being toyed with took her over the edge. Her entire body tensed. She covered her mouth with both hands and screeched to high heaven, feeling something coil then rupture as the flood gates opened up. She poured into his waiting hand like a burst water pipe. Alastor cocked a brow. So she was a gusher.

She let a ragged breath and collapsed, her body glowing in the aftermath. "S-sorry... I... I got all over you and your sheets."

Alastor laughed, "It's alright. It's what I asked for anyway." He raised his hands to his mouth and sensually licked his fingers as Charlie watched him, "Lovely, absolutely lovely dear. I definitely will enjoy this."

Charlie gulped, knowing damn well she was better off denying herself this pleasure. "Me too."


There you have it... Charlie has fallen down the rabbit hole of lust and desire for Alastor, yet her love for Vaggie makes things complicated. Please know that I do not, in any way, condone cheating, but for the sake of fiction, it adds a nice touch of drama. How will our princess fair?

Stay tuned!