Warnings: Explicit Language, Manipulation, Nonconsensual, Intoxication, Sex under the influence, Tentacle Sex, Mentions of Cannibalism, Sadism
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The two of you spent another hour or so messing with his shadow. Alastor had informed you of what powers it contained and what its limitations were, which wasn't a lot. The shadow was able to carry out practically any command, but it did not have the luxury of creating chaos on its own, much to your relief. It was a servant that required firm commands from its master, which, for the time being, was you.
What surprised you most was that it seemed to have its own personality. Alastor appeared to view his shadow as a sort of trained pet, but the more he interacted with it, the more you could see that the two of them were actually friendly with one another. Alastor seemed proud of his shadow and always followed up with praise whenever the shadow did his bidding, regardless of how insignificant the task was. It was strange to see Alastor as somewhat affectionate towards something, but if you were being honest, you enjoyed seeing him that way. It made him seem almost human.
You wouldn't go as far to say that the shadow was amiable or good-natured. Actually, quite the opposite. There was a malevolence about him that revealed his wicked disposition, but it seemed that it took its cues from Alastor. Since Alastor considered you a non-threatening entity, the shadow had little concern regarding your ability to cause harm to him or to his original master.
Making a mental note to further test the shadow's abilities on your own at a later time, you watched intently as Alastor showed you how to dismiss his shadow until you would require its assistance again. He then walked you through how to make his magical staff disappear when you didn't require it, and also how to make it appear again when you did. It took some practice, but you were able to get the hang of it without too much trouble. The whole concept of magic was still mind-blowing, and you weren't sure that you were ever going to get used to it.
"You're doing splendidly, my dear!" he cheered, his smile reaching his eyes to give him a somewhat endearing appearance. "It won't be long before the overlords cower before you."
You released a huff of sarcastic laughter. "I wouldn't go that far." The thought of facing Valentino and Vox again sent a shiver down your spine. That's when a troubling thought occurred to you.
"Shit! Alastor, we left Angel Dust behind! We have to go and get him!"
The Radio Demon shook his head, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. "Do not fret, darling. I assure you that the spider is alright. He made himself scarce when I arrived to confront those imbeciles."
A feeling of relief instantly washed over you. A part of you was hurt that Angel had basically offered you up to Valentino like a piece of meat, but you had literally begged him for a meeting, so it didn't really make sense for you to be too upset with him. On the other hand, it didn't seem like Angel Dust was capable of genuine remorse, so maybe you were thinking too much of it. Regardless, he didn't deserve to be treated so harshly by Valentino.
Your feelings of remorse for Angel were interrupted by a noticeable twitch of Alastor's ears, which had suddenly perked up into an alert position as he seemed to be listening attentively to something. Before you could even ask about it, he droned, "It seems Charlie is requesting an audience with us. She has some intriguing information."
The way he said it seemed so deadpan… as if the news wasn't exciting in the slightest.
Moments later, Charlie and Vaggie appeared down the hall. Charlie had started to practically sprint towards you with active concern while Vaggie grimaced at the sight of you alone with Alastor yet again.
"I'm so glad we found you!" Charlie fretted. "We were so worried!"
Vaggie had caught up and crossed her arms in disapproval. "What happened to you? We thought that you were going to meet us in the library. Next thing we know, half of our staff is gone."
"I know… I'm sorry," you muttered, the guilt evident in your tone. "I… uh… I asked Angel if he would help me out and it was a time-sensitive issue. I didn't mean to make you worry."
"What did you need help with?" Vaggie pried with skepticism, her eyes narrowing at the Radio Demon who simply widened his grin at her obvious display of distrust.
Sighing in defeat, you knew that you couldn't avoid the topic, and they deserved to know the truth, especially considering all that they had done for you during your time in Hell.
The mere mention of Valentino and Vox had an instantaneous effect on the two girls. Charlie's face fell immediately while Vaggie's cheeks reddened, pursing her lips in anger. Their expressions hardly softened when you explained how Alastor swooped in at the last minute to save you.
You ended the explanation with you and Alastor arriving back at the hotel. The fact that you left out the tidbit of having access to Alastor's shadow was intentional. You could feel his eyes on you, probably wondering why you chose to keep that to yourself, but you ignored it.
"Angel isn't back yet," Charlie disclosed worriedly. "I hope he's okay."
"I'm gonna kill him," Vaggie snarled, her fingers flexing with anticipation.
"It was my decision," you assured her. "He tried to tell me about Valentino, but I didn't listen. I was so desperate for some answers that I completely disregarded his warnings. It's my fault, please don't blame Angel."
"Speaking of answers," Charlie intervened, intentionally changing the subject, "I might have something for you!"
A jolt of excitement surged through you, replacing the overwhelming guilt. "Really?!"
She nodded her head eagerly. "I mean, it's dangerous, but it's worth a shot!"
"What is it?" you urged, the desperation evident in your voice.
Her eyes shifted awkwardly over to Alastor who was perched casually against an invisible wall, gazing at her with an amused smirk.
"Um… maybe we should, uh…"
"Hey, Al. You gotta minute?" a gruff and seemingly irritated voice called from behind you.
Turning around, you noticed Husk eyeing Alastor expectantly.
"Why, for you, Husker, I have an eternity," Alastor replied with gusto, winking at you before strolling off with his feline companion.
"Well, that was good timing," Vaggie sneered as she watched the other two leave.
Clapping her hands together, Charlie didn't hesitate to dive right in. "Okay! So! I asked around, did some digging, and after going over the research, I think that contacting an angel is our best option."
Based on the fact that Vaggie's eye twitched as soon as the words left Charlie's lips, you assumed that this was more dangerous than her cheery disposition was letting on.
"An angel?" you questioned skeptically. "Those actually exist?"
"Oh yeah, they exist all right," Vaggie seethed, gritting her teeth. "They're fucking ruthless, soulless, bloodthirsty assholes."
"Awesome," you commented sarcastically. "And you think… what? That one is just going to help us out of the goodness of their heart?"
"We can be very persuasive," Vaggie chimed, twirling a dagger effortlessly around her fingers.
"One step at a time," Charlie urged, placing a calming hand on her girlfriend's shoulder. "First, we have to gain access to one."
Shrugging your shoulders, you asked, "And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"
"Well…" Charlie began nervously. "Here's the thing… the only one here in Hell who has ever made contact with Heaven is my dad."
It was like a bucket of ice poured down your spine at the mention of the King of Hell, who was anxious to get his hands on you.
Noting your terrified expression, Charlie pressed on. "We don't necessarily have to interact with him. Technically, all we need is his rolodex and we can figure out the rest ourselves."
"A rolodex?" you teased. "It's that a little… outdated?"
Grinning wryly, she giggled. "It is, but that's just how my dad works. He's very old fashioned when it comes to these things."
"I don't like it. It's really risky…" Vaggie thought aloud, worrying her lip.
"It is a risk, yeah, but it's the best plan we've come up with so far, and I really don't see another way," Charlie countered. "Since I know my dad's house, I'll start working on a plan of attack and I'll let you know when I've made progress, okay?"
Nodding your head gratefully, you agreed to the plan. "I'm all for it. Thank you so much. Both of you. Honestly, I don't know where I would be without you."
With a smirk, Vaggie mumbled something under her breath. The only word you caught was "Shit Lord", which obviously was a jab at your relationship with Alastor.
Giving you a reassuring smile, Charlie elbowed Vaggie in the ribs, to which she grumbled an "ow" before they both left to begin planning.
Despite Charlie and Vaggie not wanting to clue Alastor in on their plans, you thought that it was best not to keep him in the dark. Knowing him, he'd find out sooner or later anyway.
After searching around the hotel for a bit, you finally found him in the library, sitting in a regal chair positioned behind a large wooden desk. He had been sitting back leisurely with his legs propped up on the corner of the desk as he sipped on what appeared to be a thick, black liquid in a crystal glass.
"Why, hello there," he greeted you in an uncharacteristically tame manner. "Come here, darling. Join me for a drink, won't you?"
Eyeing the substance in his glass with disdain, you shook your head. "Uh… no thanks, Alastor. I just came to tell you what Charlie has planned for getting me back into my world."
"You're going to contact an angel, correct?" he predicted in a bored tone.
Taken aback, you stammered, "I… h-how… how did you know that?"
Chuckling, he pointed to his large ears. "They don't miss a thing, sweetheart."
Huh. Great. Who knows what else he'd heard over the past couple of weeks. You'd have to keep that in mind for the future. "Oh. Um. Okay, that works. Now I don't have to try and remember all of the details," you joked.
His piercing gaze seemed to lock you in place, preventing you from leaving, instead making you sway awkwardly as you tried to come up with some other topic of conversation. "So… everything okay with Husk??"
"Hmm?" he questioned, quirking an eyebrow, before he recalled that you saw Husk ask for him. "Ah, yes. Husker is fine."
"Oh. Well, that's good…"
He hummed in agreement as he took another sip of his drink before clearing his throat softly, still staring intently at you. "There's no need for concern. Husker was simply warning me to behave myself. I tend to get carried away, you see."
The tone of his voice was unnerving. His cheery disposition was long gone, and had instead been replaced by a raspy murmur, layered with malice and hostility. The venom in his voice was haunting and alluring all at the same time, which might have explained why you hadn't run away and had alternatively been gauging him further.
"What is it that you need to behave for? What are you doing that's worrying him?"
A buzz of static filled the air as his crimson eyes flickered over your body for a moment before he crooked a clawed, bony finger, motioning for you to come closer. "Have a drink with me."
Against your better judgement, you walked toward him, lessening the gap that kept you at a somewhat safe distance. Once again, you looked to his glass, grimacing at its contents. "I don't think that I can handle whatever it is that you're drinking."
"I doubt that, darling," he countered in an alluring growl. "Go on. Just one sip."
Handing you the glass, you swirled it around, noting how the viscosity stuck to the side, indicating its thick contents. The smell of it was potent, unlike anything you had smelled before. Merely looking at it made your stomach clench in pain.
Your voice shook as you replied, avoiding his gaze. "Seriously, Alastor. I don't want a drink."
The static emitting from his very essence flared, revealing dark dials in his eyes as his posture went rigid.
A soft creak of wood was the only warning you received as he leapt forward, tightly gripping your shirt and wrenching you across the desk until you found yourself in a seated position, your legs hanging off of the front as he held your thighs tightly, keeping you locked in place before him.
Dazed at the swiftness of his motions and your new position within such close proximity, your breath quickened in alarm and fear. You started to shake as he leaned forward and whispered against your ear, "Just a taste, darling."
The malevolence in his soft murmurs gave you goosebumps as you struggled to maintain your composure. Your mind was racing as you tried to come up with a valid reason that he would find acceptable to get out of this predicament and back to the safety of your room.
And yet… the way he was looking at you kept you seated and at his mercy. Were you wrong about him not wanting any physical contact with others? Wasn't he revolted by the very thought of intimacy? Why was he forcing you to be so close and luring you in with his seductive demeanor? Surely he knew the effect this was having on you. But also, why was he so adamant on making you drink that disgusting stuff?
"It will not kill you, if that's what you're wondering," he stated, addressing your unspoken question. "Though I'm sure you've never had anything quite this… strong." His already taut smile spread further as he narrowed his eyes at you.
You inspected the glass once more before gripping the crystal glass tightly and slowly bringing it to your mouth. Your eyes flickered to his once more to gauge his reaction, but all that was there was eager anticipation - no reservations at all.
Taking a deep breath, you rest the glass against your lips, tipping it and swallowing the thick contents of the glass in an overindulgent gulp, making a note to avoid your taste buds as it glided down your throat.
The reaction was instantaneous.
You choked on the substance, doubling over and dry heaving as your body attempted to reject it. The burn was so intense, you thought that it was melting your insides, killing you slowly. Your eyes began to sting with tears as your gag reflexes were overworked, trying to rid your body of whatever toxins you just imbibed, but it had already settled into your stomach.
The demon cackled at his own cruelty and your own suffering as he took the glass from you. His carelessness made you ball your fists in rage as you continued to try to breath through your coughing fit, bile rising up in your esophagus.
Flailing around, you made a move to run and grab some water or something to soothe the remaining burn in your throat, but Alastor had other plans. Pinning you back down to the desk with one hand, he used the other to aggressively cover your mouth, clamping down tightly.
You clawed at his glove in desperation to no avail, now realizing the gravity of the mistake you had made.
"Calm yourself, darling. Inhale through your nose and allow your senses to adjust. You'll thank me for it."
Seeing no other option, you succumbed, shutting your eyes while tears fell down your face. Breathing deeply, the scent of his gloves invaded your senses, having a surprisingly calming effect on your nerves. "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your hair in praise. "That's it. Just like that."
After a few more moments of torture, your body relented and you were finally able to breathe without the feeling of pins and needles lining your throat.
Alastor kept a steady pressure over your mouth until he felt that you were in the clear before releasing you. His gaze was intense as he smirked at your shaky recovery.
"It does wonders for the sinuses, doesn't it?" he jeered.
"Go. Fuck. Yourself." Every word was spoken between a shallow breath, still inhaled through your nose while you slowly recovered.
His eyes darkened at your jab, but he remained silent, leering at you while his smile widened to an impossible length, showcasing his fangs that seemed to be getting longer by the second.
Just then, however, you were distracted by a buzzing sound. Whipping around, you tried to see where it was coming from but saw nothing. It was then you realized that it was inside of your own head.
"Is something the matter?" Alastor sneered facetiously.
Shaking your head, you seemed to have lost the capability to speak while something was happening to your form. The sudden change unnerved you as you struggled to make sense of it. A tingling sensation started to overwhelm your entire body, numbing your organs from the inside out. Your eyes started to glaze over as you became more tranquil than you had been in ages. Whatever fear or discomfort you had was rapidly dissipating into nothing while you relaxed underneath the demon's touch, who had been eagerly kneading your thighs, waiting for this very moment.
With slurred words, you managed to ask, "What… wh-what's happening to me?" Was the foul substance affecting you this way because you were human and he was already dead? Was this his not-so-subtle way of trying to kill you? Why the hell didn't you think seriously about the repercussions before taking the damned drink?! Why the fuck did his very presence make you throw all of your inhibitions out the window?! Fuck!
"My, my, my." he purred, lifting your chin with his gloved hand, forcing you to meet his eyes. "It appears you're having trouble handling your liquor, my dear."
He scooted forward, pulling on your legs to bring you even closer to him. Even with you seated on top of the desk, his torso was so long that rather than look down on him, you were practically eye-level while your legs wrapped around his waist as he nestled himself in between them.
Your mind was in a haze, muddling any coherent thought or warning that may have been trying to break through. Nevertheless, whatever concerns you may have had were eliminated as soon as you took it upon yourself to lean forward and slump your arms onto his shoulders before dragging them down his front, running your fingers across his chest.
His body immediately went rigid and he made a sound of discomfort before leaning back and forcefully peeling your arms off of his torso.
Before he could even say anything, a part of your prior nervousness revealed itself, causing you to jerk your hands away while your face reddened in embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry. I know that y-you don't like… um… touch… or, er… to be touched."
Much to your surprise, instead of pushing you away, he pulled you closer - so close that you could practically see your own reflection in the shine of his fanged smile.
"You're right. I don't much care for that," he divulged, rubbing small circles on your thighs with his thumbs, which sent shivers up your spine. "There are a great many things that I do not care for. However…" he trailed off, raising his hand to run a finger down your collarbone and in between your breasts. "I'm open to new experiences."
The look in his eyes was absolutely predatory as he gazed upon his prey, so easily there for the taking. "Oh how utterly delicious this is," he uttered in awe, unbuttoning the top of your blouse easily with one hand. "And to think… all it took was one sip."
Oh, he had you. He had complete control, and you knew it. You were putty in his hands, and you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to do to you in this state of mind. If you were being honest with yourself, you had always felt a certain connection to the demon, but you never thought that it would go this far.
Just the thought of what he could do to you made your stomach clench as your fight or flight response tried to rise up and kick in, but it was too late for that, and you were way too far gone. You were trapped beneath his heated stare as he held you in place, clicking his tongue in approval.
Then, much to your absolute horror, you uttered something completely unprompted that never should have left your lips. "Soooo, you're, like… not down to fuck anyone ever, right?"
What. The. Fuck.
The moment the words were spoken, you froze, your eyes widening in shock and embarrassment only for a second before the liquid soothed your senses, making you relaxed and calm once more and not nearly as horrified as you would have been had you been sober.
A ravenous grin split his face even further as he chuckled deeply, a wave of static covering his natural sounds. "Is that what you need?" he speculated in a gravelly voice. "Is that why you're not afraid to be alone with me while everyone else cowers before me? You're craving something you do not believe that I can satiate?"
Biting your lip, you moaned shamelessly at his words, rutting your hips forward instinctively, trying to earn some friction for yourself.
Without realizing it, something smooth and firm wrapped itself around your wrist, which had been gripping the desk tightly. Your initial thought was that it had been Alastor's hand, until you had remembered that he had both of his hands resting on your legs.
Instinctively, you attempted to pull your hand back, but the strange limb held you in place, keeping its tight hold around your wrist. "A-Alastor?" you questioned with uncertainty.
Finally looking down, your eyes widened in shock when you saw a writhing black tentacle wrapped around your forearm, working its way up to get a stronger hold on you.
Your body jerked in reaction as you tried to scream, but no sound came out. Your breath stilled as panic tried to instill itself in your mind, shrouded by the effect of the drink, keeping you tame and compliant.
Regardless of your attempts to escape, it's iron grip was unrelenting. Finally, your body allowed you to react in the only way it could. Tears started to stream down your face at the horrifying sight. Air seemed to work its way through your lungs despite your frozen state of mind, causing your chest to heave up and down while your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest.
Alastor seemed completely enthralled with your reaction, inspecting and reflecting on every emotion that was etched into your face in the span of those few seconds that had felt like an eternity. His eyes lingered on your chest for a moment, relishing in the sound of your beating heart, the rate of it rapidly speeding up in reaction to his surprise.
Other tentacles emerged from beneath the desk, flicking and writhing as they waited for their master's commands. You could see now that they were ebony-colored, and incredibly lively, which made your body tremble.
Two of the tentacles wrapped around each of your legs, crawling upwards and replacing Alastor's hands on your thighs, prying them apart while the other tentacles started wrangling themselves around your arms and waist. You lost track of how many there were, but there were more than enough to make you do whatever he wanted, regardless of how much you struggled.
Paralyzing fear was coursing through your veins like ice despite the haze enveloping your mind. However, the feeling of a wet appendage dragging itself across the palm of your hand alerted you, distracting you from the invasive tentacles.
Peering down, you choked on your own breath when you saw that Alastor's tongue had elongated from his mouth and was licking slowly and sensually over your skin. The tenderness of his strokes gave you so many conflicted emotions on top of the craziness that you were already experiencing.
He seemed to pick up on your internal struggle, glaring at you with a malevolent satisfaction. You could only imagine how you appeared to him in that moment with your flushed face and tousled hair from struggling against the black appendages.
"You look good enough to eat, my dear," he hissed, the static in his voice more apparent than usual as he struggled to maintain his chivalrous persona.
Meanwhile, the squirming tentacles were starting to get more invasive. Sheer terror was welling up inside your throat like bile, not knowing where this was going to lead. Before you could even register their actions, the tentacles were shredding your clothing, leaving your lower half bare apart from your panties.
Despite your anxiety, your body acted on instinct, arching your back, offering up everything you had to the Radio Demon and his ebony appendages, desire and need bubbling to the surface of your murky thoughts.
You hardly noticed the tentacle snaking down to your core, pulling aside the fabric and completely exposing you to Alastor's heated gaze. Another tentacle crept across your abdomen, dipping lower so that it could circle itself around your sensitive bundle of nerves, caressing vigorously against you. The sensation caused you to squirm and moan loudly from the pressure. You tried to lean into the touch, but the weight of the tentacles kept you down as Alastor simply sat back in his chair in a casually relaxed position and watched in fascination with a predatory smirk on his face.
Before you could adjust to the immense pleasure, yet another tentacle slid underneath and teased your hole before dipping inside, meeting no resistance whatsoever due to how wet you had become. It slid further, crooking itself so that it was pressing against your g-spot dead on. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening and that this was something that you found yourself actually enjoying. You wanted to blame your reaction on the drink, but you knew that it was more than that. You had never felt a sensation like this before and you felt like you were going to explode in the best way.
The sound of his voice pulled you back to the present after having lost yourself in the bliss of his actions. "I… have a confession to make." He sounded absolutely wrecked, and it made you whimper hearing him speak that way.
"There's just… something about you," he continued as he watched you intensely. "And I couldn't quite figure out what it was."
The tentacles had picked up speed, causing you to throw your head back while your body convulsed with need. You could barely register his words anymore as he spoke with quiet severity. "You're pure. Innocent."
Pure? Innocent? Ha! If only he knew the filthy thoughts going through your head at that moment.
"I want to taint that innocence."
Too late, pal.
"So, my dear. I have a question for you."
You held your breath, wondering what on earth he could be asking you at a time like this when you were sprawled out and completely exposed to him in an incredibly compromising situation. Why the fuck did this sound so alluring? It shouldn't be. You should be terrified, trying your best to run for the nearest exit. He was a monster - capable of terrible things, and yet… you wanted to be there.
"Do we have a deal?"
Wait… what deal? Did you completely tune out part of the conversation? To be fair, that was highly likely due to what was currently occurring, but now was probably not the best time for selective hearing.
"Because I may have been a serial killer in real life, but tonight…"
Whoa. Hold up. What?
"Tonight there's only one thing I'm going to slay."
You held your breath as his words hung in the air, leaving behind a haunting silence in their wake that made you shiver with anticipation.
"You."
Before you could even sense it, your release hit you like a tidal wave, washing over you entirely. You cried out shamelessly as you came hard, digging your nails into the fleshy surface of the tentacles around your wrists as you shook violently with euphoric bliss.
Barely waiting for you to come down from your high, the tentacles disappeared back to wherever they came from, leaving you alone with the smug demon. His egotistical narcissism filling the air was palpable.
When you finally had the strength to sit up, your eyes met. His crimson orbs seemed to glare in the dimly lit room, causing you to practically swoon had you not been so dazed.
Finally, you regained some clarity and were able to speak coherently. He seemed eager to hear your thoughts as you opened your mouth to speak.
"What the fuck was that?!"
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Notes:
Okay, okay, okay. I know what you're thinking. "Fuck that guy!" BUT... don't riot just yet.
Things aren't always what they seem ;)