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Alastor hisses as a familiar warmth spreads through his body. It slides down his chest, past his stomach and straight into his groin. A soft grunt leaves him as his “friend” starts to stiffen up.
It happens once a year, the famous Radio Demon cursed by his own body to suffer with a want unnatural to him. He enters his rut.
Being a deer isn't all that bad, minimal grooming required to maintain his prim and proper appearance. His fur didn't grow too long, his clothes always fit just right. Being a prey animal also gave him a bit of a speed boost if he needed it. It also tricked his early hellish victims into thinking he was weak and unable to fight back. Till he ripped them apart and ate their innards.
The one thing he struggled with, the one thing he absolutely despised was his rut. Once a year for two weeks his body went haywire. Everything in him urged him to mate, to breed. It erked him to no end.
During his first rut he fought off dozens of demons trying to offer themselves to him, or trying to kill him, he couldn't tell which. Of course then he prepared for his second one, he tried to fight off the urges, he tried to stop the body aches with his hands too. That just made the pain worse.
He even tried mating with a charming demon once too, but that turned into a complete mess. The demon ran off after his rut had ended and he ended up with child support papers. He fought that of course, the kid obviously wasn't his and a DNA test proved as much.
So, he kept his rut to himself after that. He'd hide in his home till it ended. But that was two weeks of his never ending afterlife wasted. The only thing that could end a rut early and make it bearable was mating.
Charlie didn't have to deal with a heat or rut cycle as she was hellborne. Vaggie had a heat once a year and would spend it with Charlie. Husker had a rut as well but he was normally too drunk to feel it and definitely too drunk to “get it up”. Niffty didn't experience either, lucky her. Angel went into a rut, but he's a pornstar so he could just fuck his way out of it.
Charlie however being the Princess of Hell was very much aware of her people's needs and made it her own personal mission to try and help her friends through it. So much so that she's the one that told Alastor about this “hump hole” as she called it.
“I heard about it from Angel, it's a place where demons in rut can try to hurry it along. I guess it's worth a try if you want too. If it'll get you back to the hotel faster I say go for it!” She'd walked off happy after telling him.
Alastor obviously didn't like the fact that Angel was the one to tell Charlie about this so-called “hump hole” and now Charlie had told him about it. Hell if he really wanted to guess Angel probably worked there for extra cash.
Alastor obviously considered his options, either suffer for two weeks or deal with another child support problem. But if he did get out of his rut early he could keep an eye on the hotel a bit longer before the next extermination. That would let him spend more time with his entertainment.
Very reluctantly, he decided to do research on the place before making his final decision. From his sources he found that most of the demons working there were there by choice, going through a rut or heat of their own. Of course a small number of them weren't there on good terms, some ended up there for money or because they didn't hold up their side of a deal.
With a sigh, and with his “friend” now really straining his pants. He decided to try the place out against his better judgment.
Getting there was easy, but he stayed back. He was off in the trees trying to read the place before he went in. Demons walked in reeking of hormones, they left damn near 30 minutes later smiling and relieved of their ruts or heats.
Finally after watching several groups head in and walk out safely with no problems. He decided to head in. As he entered the overwhelming scent of rutting demons and sex knocked him back a bit before he made it to the reception. Once there a tired looking imp hands him a sheet of paper and directs him to room 13.
Room 13 was small; it had a door, and three walls. The wall farthest from the door had a large hole covered with a black curtain. The hole also had handles above it. He glances down at the paper, it reads as follows.
WELCOME to the Hump hole! A place for demons with heat’s and rut’s alike. Please fill out the following questions then place the sheet under the black curtain.
1. What species are you? Deer.
2. Are you experiencing a rut or heat? Rut.
3. Would you prefer a male or female partner? Female.
4. Would you like this to result in offspring? No.
5. Do you have any requests on the species you mate with? No.
The questionnaire was short, it didn't ask his name (something he was very grateful for) and it didn't ask his status. Alastor sets the paper down and watches as someone takes it away.
Within minutes someone knocks on the wall and the curtains are moved. Then someone's rear-end is pushed through. Their hind quarters are exposed to him, the curtain however covers their hips and blocks the rest of their stomach and head from view.
She's laying on her back waiting. She is most definitely female and some type of demon. Her cunt is slick and puffy indicating that she is very much in heat.
Alastor sighs as the scent reaches him, his cock pulses in response. He then shifts his pants down and lines himself up with the hole presented to him. He presses in with a slow and shallow thrust, testing the waters and seeing how much this hole could take. He hears nothing in response.
Finally he jerks his hips forward, watching as his entire length slips in. As his pelvic plate brushes her clit she gasps and whines.
He brings a slow deep pace of thrusts and brings a hand to their clit slowly pleasuring her causing her walls to squeeze and twitch around him. He keeps up the slow harsh thrusts for a while until he feels his orgasim building.
Then he shifts his hips up and begins to really pound into her. His short deep thrusts are replaced with hard fast jerks. She shifts underneath him likely due to pain and discomfort, he doesn't stop and thrusts harder.
Within minutes he finishes and a wave of relief washes over him. His rut receads and his cock begins to soften. He pulls himself free and cleans up. After he finishes wiping himself down he glances at the red, bruised and leaking hole. Scenting the air slightly he can tell that her heat has also receaded and she likely feels relief.
He turns and exits the room then walks over to exit the building, sitting next to the exit is a line of numbered slots, each slot indicates a room number. He slides a handful of dollars without checking the amount into 13. Then leaves the building.
Upon his return to the hotel, Charlie is quick to notice his return earlier in the week than previously predicted and smiles. Alastor is quick to get back to work. As he's about to head into the elevator to go up to his office.
The front doors to the hotel open. He freezes as Charlie does her line of “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! The person who entered is a young woman in her early 20’s. As the woman speaks to Charlie, Alastor scents her only to freeze as the scent of his own release hits him. He then rushes away to his office.