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The crummy hotel was falling apart by the seams and Alastor was enjoying it immensely. Watching Vaggie and Charlie struggle to attract customers and failing was quite entertaining, and all the radio demon had to do in return was keeping the installations running, along with Nifty and Husker.
After Adam died, there was a flood of demons who were willing to come meet the angel slayer and join hell's army, which sent the two women in a tizzy to try and correct their image.
They had even contacted Vox for an interview, which had been quite the spectacular failure! During his former pal's visit, he had stayed out of sight, but his blasted shadow had decided to go meet him in private after he left. It did irk Alastor slightly, but it wasn't troublesome if the two got along since the picture box knew that his shadow sometimes had a mind of its own.
After staring from his balcony as Charlie hopelessly try to catch heaven's attention with glowing sticks and magic shows for a few minutes, holding back his laughter, the deer teleported to the main hall where Vaggie was struggling to retain customers. "Ah! Dear," he said condescendingly to the pissed off latino. "All the rooms from the second floor up were cleaned and put back into tip top shape! They'll be ready for customers. Well, as soon as you have them!" he added while looking at the empty reception with a huge grin. Very much upset by his amusement, Vaggie replied with a middle finger and a murderous look. Gleeful, Alastor opened his mouth for a witty retort, only for his spine to straighten and a strangled sound to escape his throat. A hand flew up to cover his mouth while his hips trembled, his eyes wide landing on the angel before he made for a quick escape.
Stunned, Vaggie stared at where the fearsome overlord had disappeared, slightly disturbed by the startled look he had made.
In his bedroom, Alastor barely managed to teleport to his bed, his thighs quivering and his belly clenching. Biting his smiling lips to not let a single sound leak out, he sunk his claws into his bedsheets, supporting himself on all fours. Another coiling thrust made his arms crumble, his face burrowed into his pillow while his ass remained up in the air, shaking as phantom sensations pounded it.
Cursing his shadow in his mind, the radio demon bit into his pillow, his fingers digging into it. Alone in his room, he closed his burning eyes and shared more senses with his shadow. From the umbra's eyes, Alastor could see blue neon lights and a large bed. Over the misty black hand, another laid, with large blue claws. The Voxtech logo was everywhere, a security camera in the corner. In his ears, the deer could hear Vox's voice moan "Yeah! Fuck yeah, Al, you're the best!" Long and slow thrusts alternated with quick and short, pushing and pulling a cock inside of him, the television overlord resting his whole weight on him, trapping the shadow underneath him.
In his bed, the deer startled and opened his eyes, cutting off the visual. However, he could still feel Vox fucking him his shadow, his low voice groaning in his ears, although the volume had gone down. Realising that his thin bottom was still jutted upwards, his tail lifted, inviting intercourse, he hurriedly sat, lowering his hips.
It took a second to steady himself and get used to the brutal fucking. Just as he was schooling his expression into an indifferent smirk, somebody knocked at the door, making him flinch. "Al?" asked Charlie from the hallway with a worried tone. "Vaggie said that you were acting weird. Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong?"
By the time he'd wobbled to the door, the sinner had somewhat managed to put on a straight face. Opening the door in a cheerful manner, Alastor announced "Why, isn't that odd for the little lady to say! As you can see, I'm perfectly well!" Relief spread on Charlie and she clapped her hands together happily. "Really? That's great! You see, I've got a few details I want to add to the hotel! Oh~ Wait! Do you think you can contact heaven with your radio wav-!"
Before she could finish her sentence, Alastor's body seized up again and he slammed the door shut in the princess' face, just in time to feel a gush of fluid get discharged into his hole. Horrified, the deer watched the seat of his pants grow wet.
THAT LITTLE CUNT!!!!
Not only had his shadow gone and hooked up with Vox, the blasted thing had even been cheeky enough to teleport the other man's spent straight into him!
Outraged and boiling in humiliation, the sinner stomped straight to the bathroom, pulled down his pants and underwear and evaluated the damage. The whole underside of his tail, his ass crack and his taint were covered in glue-like sperm. It even smelled like plastic. Disgusted, Alastor lowered his hand, wiping it off his butt with toilet paper, but gushes of the seed were still leaking out of his hole. Annoyed, he undressed fully and got into the shower. With his fingers, he had to scrape out the come out of himself, then shampoo and rinse the fur of his lower body.
Mad, the overlord waited in a plush chair for his shadow to return. The phantom came back with a self-satisfied grin, wholly unfazed by its owner's murderous glares. "Well, well, well," Alastor said, high pitched, barely holding back shouts. "Looks like someone had fun!" A smirk rose the umbra's face. 'Bet you enjoyed it!' it replied through their telepathy.
Raising his voice, the deer growled "How many times do I have to tell you to stop being a slut!" Offended, the shadow crossed its arms like a rebellious teenager. 'It's not like I'm a doorknob or anything! I just like fucking the guys I take a liking to -so far, it's only been Vincent! Besides, I've been high and dry for more than seven years! I deserve a little treat!'
Pinching his brow, Alastor grit his teeth. "I have job to do! I can't just disappear every time you want to get freaky, I'm not working alone in my radio tower anymore. I've got to meet people and keep up appearances and whatnot." Pouting petulantly, the shadow turned its back on its master. Sighing, fed up, the deer grumbled "At least keep the fornication off of work hours..."
Gleeful, the phantom raised both hands in victory and hugged its owner tightly while Alastor grumbled.
And fornicate, the shadow would.
Everyday, as soon as Alastor's official work hours ended at 16 o'clock, his shadow slipped out of sight and into Vox's bed. Unfortunately, as the hotel's host, the deer was often asked to solve problems caused by residents at all hours of the day. With a far too high grin and straight spine, the sinner would answer to the calls and solve the problems as quickly as he could, with a minimum of cuntiness, and leave immediately afterwards, a change not unnoticed by the rest of the staff, even getting a raised eyebrow from Lucifer himself.
As a matter of fact, it seems like more and more tasks were being delayed until they were off hours. The more his duties were moved into later in the day, the angrier he became, like a ticking time bomb waiting to blow.
After three weeks of fixing the walls Cherri and Baxter blew up as well as stop another cult from worshipping Nifty while he was getting his back blown out and his ears defiled by Vox's filth, he cornered Charlie in the morning with a charming grin and sweet eyes. "My dear Charlotte!" he started, stepping closer to the princess, unloading her arms of the crayon drawings of therapy ideas she had. "It has come to my attention that I haven't had a day off since the hotel was rebuilt! I was simply wondering if this issue could be resolved!" he said, static screeching.
Eagerly, Charlie agreed, saying that self-care was important, Alastor savoring a delightful victory. When, that very night, Vaggie came knocking, the deer barely even felt the vibrators that Vox had pressed onto his shadow while he was raw dogging it, a vicious smile of pure vengeance on his lips as he told the former exorcist "I'm so sorry, my dear! It seems that you'll need to find another handyman for your nasty business!"
Offended, Vaggie exclaimed "You did this on purpose!" Grinning widely, he bent down to her height and replied "And I'll keep doing so as long as you insist on making me work during my time off!"
The angry woman's reaction was truly delectable as she stomped away, mumbling about ungratefulness, fully ignoring that Alastor was working for free, and so was the rest of his staff.
Afterwards, the radio demon enjoyed every bit of his vacation and went to bed early, feeling generous even to his whore of a shadow and the short king, only reacting to taunts with smiles and agreements. I secretly enjoy you sharing your senses with me so that my repressed ass could get laid? Sure thing, darling! I'm a dumb dumb sinner who should keel over and die? Of course, sweetheart!
The confused stares that both his saboteurs had given him were so entertaining, he should have played along from the beginning! Goodness, it pisses them off so much! It seems that it was even taking the fun out of their rage baiting.
Even after his week off was over, Vaggie seemed to have learned her lesson, not bothering him out of working hours unless Rooster set the building on fire again. Breathing in this newfound respect, Alastor agreeably hummed while sipping on a mug of hot tea in the lounge, the newspaper under his hands. Sitting on the opposite side, Lucifer glanced towards him dubiously and made a snide remark. "You should use a coaster!" The radio demon's black tentacles reached into the central table and took one of the cork squares used to prevent condensation on surfaces and placed it under his cup. "Why of course, my king! It's best to prevent than cure with this type of vintage furniture!"
A look of bewilderment flashed onto the fallen angel's face, before he coughed into his fist. "You've been in a good mood lately," he remarked cautiously. "Why, yes!" the sinner replied with a chuckle. "It's a fine day and I've got fine company!" he said, raising his mug to Lucifer.
Then, unaware of the flustered look the devil had, Alastor began reading the newspaper happily.
The rest of the day went quite well and the deer didn't have any overtime, even getting to tuck in early as his shadow had even decided to be reasonable tonight and not knock boots with Vox.
Sighing in a content and satisfied manner, Alastor was warm in his pajamas, under a warm fluffy quilt and he sunk into sleep easily, like falling into a giant marshmallow.
All of the sudden, his red eyes opened, his body overheating, his backside uncomfortable, penetrated. Startled, he kicked the cover and tried to get his assailant off of him, to kick him out of his bed, the covers flying off the mattress. After a second, his view had adjusted to the darkness and saw that he was alone in his room, his chest heaving, his eyes whipping all over his quarters to make sure there was truly no threat.
Catching his breath, he clutched the shirt over his heart, the muscle beating loudly. His hand closed over his eyes, rubbing his forehead. How pathetic.
There was actual movement, an intruder in his ass, or rather his shadow's. What the hell, what time was it? Checking on the clock, it was a bit past 3 in the morning. Three in the morning!!! What the fuck was his shadow doing playing hide the pickle at three in the fucking morning!!!
Who'd even get up that early to fuck a phantom?!?!
With a squeak, Alastor's back arched, his thighs clenching, pleasure sparking through his spine. Shivering, he squeezed his legs shut, his hands on his knees while he bit his lips to stay silent. He could ear pants, hot and aroused, from whoever his shadow had found, because it didn't feel like Vox's dick at all. It made the deer unsettled, to get screwed by a stranger, a pit in his stomach growing.
The thing inside of him pushed against his prostate once more, slowly building up arousal in the deer's guts, tears springing from the corners of his eyes.
It was okay, it was fine, the sinner told himself. My shadow simply took a liking to someone else and is having some fun. I am not in danger, nor is my reputation. With this mantra in mind, Alastor walked through the forest that he had turned his bedroom into, his hooves soundless on the dirt, and got into the bathroom.
It was fine, the intercourse wouldn't take long and he could go back to sleep before he had to go to work. Seating himself on the toilet, the deer waited out the horizontal mambo. That way, he told himself, all the gunk would flow right into the bowl and it wouldn't make a mess.
However, the longer the foreign object pleasured him, the queasier his stomach became. The thing his shadow had found was digging quite far into his stomach, making his thighs shake uncontrollably. Reaching and retreating with his hand several time, Alastor finally took a mirror and placed it between his legs. After spreading slightly his thin butt cheeks, he had a clear view on the glass of his hole parting around nothing, forced open by the phantom sex forced upon him.
Chewing his lips, the sinner checked the time again. 03:32. Half-an-hour had passed. His legs ached from the hard toilet seat and his feet felt numb. How had that prick even lasted that long when Vox, pumped full of body modifications, could only last a few minutes in each round before coming?!?!
Frustrated, Alastor tried feeling what was in his body. Had his shadow just decided to use a dildo? No, that thing was too prehensile, the range of movements too wide to be a toy. Was it, like, an octopus dick? Wait... Could dicks be forked at the tips? Closing his eyes, he focused and the picture cleared, the sight of a dimly lit golden room appearing behind his eyelids.
Looking down, there was a blond head bobbing in between his thighs. Flustered, the overlord's eyes snapped open. That wasn't a dick up his ass, that was Lucifer's tongue!!!
Bouncing his leg nervously, the deer fretted over what to do. Should he teleport over there to berate them? No, if he chose his shadow as destination, he would take its place, which would result in him being in the devil's bed with a real tongue in his ass! He also though about walking over there, but the expert seductor was successfully pinning his prostate all the time, Alastor's dick hardening in interest. It's not like he could walk around the hotel with an erection!
Finally, before he could think of another solution, the wet tongue slipped out of his ass. Relief dusted the sinner's features, but his fingers clenched harder when he felt the man bite his ears, the tip of them trembling. As he shivered, his hands on his thighs, creeping towards his hot dick, he felt something tap once, twice against his hole.
Dread spilled in Alastor's chest. No way. All that tongue stuff, it was only forepla- the cock breached him, the intrusion made easy by the extensive licking. This time, he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle his howl as the king of hell's penis entered him slowly, as though making sure he felt every bit of him.
When it was all inside of him, the deer was out of breath, his chest heaving, his bowels stinging. How had that small body this big of a dick?! At least, Vox had the decency to be average sized! Alastor couldn't keep himself from shuddering when Lucifer began thrusting in and out.
A pleasured whine escaped the demon as he fell from the toilet, his legs tingling and numb, crawling away from it, Lucifer accurately pounding his prostate with deadly speed. On his knees and elbows, Alastor buried his face in the crook of his arm. Risking a glance down, he saw that his pajama shirt had ridden up, exposing his grey stomach. At the sight, the radio host's eyes went wide. His belly was bulging. From over his fur and skin, he could see the outline of Lucifer's dick moving up and down.
Staring, transfixed, the sinner pressed his hand down on his lower belly and heard a groan in his ears. "Fuck! What was that? Mnh, do it again!" As though burned, Alastor tore his hand away, his heart racing, his breaths shuddering. Flipping over, he propped his back against the wall, sitting with his knees open. With his head leaning against the bathroom wall, he could see both the bulge moving on his stomach and his erection standing proudly, fluid beading at the tip, begging to be touched.
Embarrassed by his body's state, Alastor felt his cheeks heat up, his claws finally reaching his cock. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up and down the side of his penis, but he soon became impatient, pleasure coiling inside of his body quickly thanks to Lucifer's rough fucking. Fully wrapping his hand around his dick, he pumped himself, throwing his head back while pinching his lips.
Slowly but surely, Alastor's hand matched Lucifer's rhythm, his own hips jerking forward to accentuate the sensations. Breathing shallowly, the deer closed his eyes, letting darkness fall around him, refusing to share his shadow's sight. All he could feel was the sparks of pleasure tingling in his lower back, his hand around his cock and a mouth to his neck, kissing his throat. Alone in the bathroom, he endured in silence all the sensations. After a while, he let out a sigh and it felt good, so he let out another, then another, until he was quietly moaning as his body was being defiled by proxy.
Afraid he might be too loud, the demon loosely pressed his free hand to his mouth, his eyelashes fluttering, his fingers brushing against his lips. They were sensitive, so his fingers probed more, stroking his lips. A tear rolled down the deer's cheek, down into his parted mouth, the salty wet taste spreading on his tongue. His hand sped up, his hips bucking. He was close. Three strokes later, Alastor came, his mouth open as if to scream, no sound exiting. His muscles spasmed and he collapsed against the wall, his eyes half open, his waist still trembling as he was being pounded into oblivion.
After ejaculating, the stimulation to his prostate took a painful edge, making the sinner wince. Thankfully, Lucifer released soon after, Alastor barely reacting to the spent his shadow teleported into him, his eyelids closing, exhausted.
A few minutes later, he had to wake up again. If he wanted to get some more rest before work, he needed to clean himself up. Tiredly blinking, the deer frowned in confusion. Despite the bathroom light being off, there was a golden glow illuminating the surroundings. At a lost, he looked for the source, his eyes trailing downwards. Stumped, he looked at the glowing angelic sperm leaking out of his hole.
Unable to form any coherent thoughts in his head, Alastor stared at the puddle of golden cum grow under his ass. An invisible hand grabbed a hold of his head and pressed the right part of his face into a soft wall of flesh, which was quite disorienting since his head didn't actually move. As he was trying to figure out what was going on, a thumping sound echoed into his ear.
Ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump
A heartbeat, the sinner realised. Lucifer had taken his shadow and embraced it, its head against the devil's bare chest. Softly, a hand gave feather-light pets to the phantom's hair, the gesture being transmitted to the deer. His eyes almost closed again, lulled by the soft touch. Shaking his head, Alastor forced himself awake and rose to his feet, using the wall to push himself up. Slowly, he wobbled to the shower, pausing in front of the mirror. His cream coloured butt cheeks were smeared with glowing seed, some trickles running down his white inner thighs, sinking in the fur.
While he washed his backside, Alastor still felt the head pats that Lucifer bestowed upon his shadow, his head leaning absentmindedly into the phantom hands. After cleaning himself up, the deer put on clean pajamas and walked back to his bed, burrowing into the duvet. Sleep came easily with soft hands caressing his head.
In his ears, a familiar lullaby was hummed, the devil's deep voice mixing with a mellow one in his mind, in his memories.
That night, he dreamed of his mother.