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Before Charlie Morningstar and the Hazbin Hotel, Al had a serene little cottage in the woods that you had grown extremely accustomed to. The mornings always lent themselves to soft sunlight through the thick curtains, enough to highlight each and every one of Alastor’s fine features without being too intense for your vampiric eyes. You smiled as you observed his sleeping face, your fingers tracing the shape of his lips as they sat in a rare nonsmile on the bottom half of his face. He slept lightly under most circumstances, but it seemed that he was finally starting to relax around you.
You got the idea to surprise him with breakfast before you carefully extricated yourself from his grasp. Edging away from him, you let the sheets slide off your naked skin and fall to the mattress beneath. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you lifted your arms over your head, stretching your spine with a soft grunt. With a push of your arms, your bare feet touched the chilly wooden floor, leading you to skip around until you stumbled upon Alastor’s red slippers. Adding on his robe as well, you caught sight of yourself in the full-length mirror and smiled.
“It’s all too big,” you murmured, your cheeks flushed. “Cozy, though.”
Wrapping Alastor’s robe tighter around your body, you shuffled towards the bedroom door.
—
Alastor’s eyes slid open as soon as you closed the door behind you. With a hot face, he stroked his hand over the mattress, feeling your residual warmth beneath his palm. His eyes flicked over to the calendar hanging over his nightstand, taking note of the current week emboldened by red marker. It had been a solid year since the last mating season, but this would mark his first one with you by his side. He still wasn’t certain how to keep it hidden when every part of his body was telling him to breed you.
His eyes rolled over to the ground, where yesterday’s underwear had been discarded after he stripped them off of you. His shadow stared at it leeringly, its curled fingers extended towards the garments as its tongue lolled out of its mouth. With a snap, Alastor brought it out of its stupor.
Looking rather sad, his shadow returned to him obediently. Rolling his eyes, Alastor pushed himself to the edge of the bed and ran his hand down his face. Between his legs, his cock was already hard and throbbing.
“I am not a fucking animal,” he growled to himself. “I will not let this stupid week turn me into one.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Alastor let out a ragged sigh. He supposed he was due for a cold shower.
—
“Alastor! You’re up!”
You were glowing with joy as you spoke his name, your pearly white teeth displaying the most gorgeous of smiles. You held a spatula in one hand, gesturing to the table with your other as you explained, “I made you breakfast!”
Alastor’s ear twitched, his eyes drawn to the cleavage showing between the loose edges of velvet fabric. He envisioned himself squeezing those plump breasts of yours and getting a taste of your sweet nipples, perhaps even bringing a touch of fawn milk to the surface, getting you primed and ready to feed and bear his spawn—.
He abruptly stopped himself. Forcing himself to look at the hotcakes and grits instead, he purred, “No wonder I couldn’t find my robe. I see you’ve been busy in it this morning.”
“Oh, sorry. It’s just so comfy that I couldn’t help myself.” Your cheeks took on a red hue as you rubbed your elbow. “It smells like you, too.”
She’s bathing in my scent like a doe in heat.
His tail waved erratically one way before jerking back into place. Taking deep breaths, Alastor willed himself to have composure.
“No worries, I’m not maddened by such a pretty sight. Would you be a dear and fix me a plate?”
“Of course, Al. Sit down already, won’t you?”
Your eyes twinkled as though you held the cosmos within them as you continued to smile endearingly. Alastor couldn’t resist himself from placing a kiss to those pretty brown lips of yours, nor could he stop his hand from settling onto your hip in the meanwhile. Your thick eyelashes lowered halfway over your smoky red eyes, your smile shifting to something far more seductive than he had expected.
His tail was at it again. He tried to calm his breathing, but your hand on his chest was too much. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him again, and Alastor’s raging boner returned with a vengeance.
Fuck her, fuck her, you need to fuck her, Alastor—.
“Sorry,” you said suddenly, your eyelashes fluttering open and shut like the flapping of a dove’s wings. “I’m sure you’re hungry, so I’ll put your plate together. Just one second, okay?”
He was hungry—for a taste of your skin, for the warmth of your womb. Inhaling and exhaling with shaky breaths, his grip on your hip progressively tightened until he was sure that his fingers were bound to leave a bruise. You seemed unaffected by the pain, instead giving him a curious look as he began to crumble before you.
“Alastor?” you asked, sliding your hand over top of his beating heart. “Are you okay?”
“No,” he admitted, lowering his head to your shoulder. “I’m really not.”
You gingerly placed your arms around him, your hand stroking the back of his head as you began to hum. Alastor could tell you had the wrong idea, but he was so far soaked in your intoxicating smell that he couldn’t find the words to explain himself. With trembling fingers, he slowly curled both hands around your ass, pressing his fingers into the supple flesh beneath. Still unbothered, you continued to hum his favorite jazz song, swaying your hips to the rhythm as you added your soft vocals into the mix.
Sweat rolled down from Alastor’s hairline, running over the tip of his nose and down onto your collar. He tried to resist his carnal urges, but his mouth was opening before he could stop himself. Taking a sample of your sweet skin underneath his barbed tongue, Alastor let out a shaky sigh of relief.
“Darling,” he said, his voice laden with lust. “I’m in a rut.”
You reached up for his face, turning it down to your own as you continued to sing. Watching your plump lips move, Alastor found himself singing along, holding the last note in a deeper octave as your sweet soprano eventually diminished to nothing.
You pulled his head down to yours and Alastor’s rationality was blown to the wind.
—
Screech!
Alastor’s nails left deep grooves in the wooden tabletop as he gripped it with unparalleled intensity. Hips thrusting in snappy, powerful motions, he did his best to stabilize the surface you laid upon as it rocked and rattled. Your eyes were pressed shut as he fucked you, your face redder than the oversized robe you wore. Your breasts bounced with each of his thrusts, peeking out from underneath the open-faced collar as the fabric slid further away from your core.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his nose scrunching up as his desire tangled with his frustration. “I don’t mean to treat you like an animal.”
Your eyes opened again, strands of your long black hair masking your deep crimson gaze. With a shy smile, you shook your head at him.
“We can’t control our instincts, Al. You don’t judge me for mine, so I won’t judge you for yours.”
“...You’re much too good to me.”
“You were good to me first.”
“Ha,” he said, lowering his sweaty face as a warm blush worked its way onto his cheeks. “I cherish you, you know?”
“I do.”
You laid one of your hands back down on the table, tapping against his. Releasing his clawing fingers from the tarnished wood, he instead laced them along your warm palm.
“Forgive me. This is the first mating season I’ve gone through in which I’ve…had a mate. I was able to suppress it before, but…I can’t with you.”
“It’s okay…I’ll help you through it, Al. It’s enjoyable for me, too.”
His ear twitched in response to your words. Feeling quite naughty, he murmured, “You like it when I fuck you?”
The color in your cheeks grew progressively more saturated as you let out a nervous laugh. Averting your gaze, you dug your teeth into your lower lip, looking serenely sexy as you laid there and took it. Glancing at him, you very subtly nodded your head up and down.
“I do.”
Something wet dripped down from his mouth and onto your neck. It took Alastor a few seconds to realize that he was drooling.
Before he could even think to apologize, his lips were forming an entirely different statement.
“I want to get you pregnant.”
His chest heaving with heavy, lustful breaths, Alastor leaned his body weight into your palm as he fucked you faster. Your eyes widened with surprise, but you stifled your moan with your vampire fangs, your nails digging into the back of his hand. You didn’t refute him—even though you both knew it was impossible—and for that, Alastor was grateful.
“Darling,” he panted, his head feeling unusually fuzzy in spite of his complete sobriety. “I need to get you pregnant.”
Still stifling your voice, you nodded, your eyes focused on your point of connection. As Alastor continued to plunge into you, he let out aroused moan after moan, his antlers growing in length as his tail wagged avidly behind him. For a moment there, he could see the speckled spots on your skin, the dark bead of your nose, the innocent gaze of a doe in heat. You were his, and you were perfect.
“So fucking cute,” he growled, his vision flickering as the radio modulation on his voice warped and warbled. “I’m your mate for life, darling—this cute cunt is mine.”
“Alastor,” you whimpered, squeezing his hand tighter.
“I’m sorry,” he spat again, his instincts clashing with his ideals. “So sorry, sweetheart. If I don’t fill you up, I feel like I might lose control.”
“It’s okay,” you repeated, your voice providing him with a sense of calm. “I don’t mind, Al.”
“Don’t talk to me so sweet,” he groaned, his voice falling to pure speech as he let the radio modulation turn fully silent. “It drives me crazy, sweetness.”
“I don’t mind the crazy, Al.”
“Fuck,” he spat, leaning his head back towards the ceiling. “Sweetness, you don’t know what you do to me.”
He felt your palm on his chest, feeling right over his beating heart, and heard you chuckle.
“I do.”
What was a man to do when a woman spoke to him so dearly, other than to show her exactly how much he loved her? A buck had one primary duty to his doe, and that was to provide her with fawn, fawn, fawn.
“You’ll be such a good fucking mother,” he snarled, copious amounts of saliva running down his maw as he spoke. “You’ll look so beautiful with your belly full of me.”
Showing him your bright white teeth, fangs gleaming, you nodded.
You were a woman worthy of his everything—and even then, some more. With that in mind, Alastor could think of nothing better than to provide you with it.
—
At the end of the week, it seemed that Alastor had snapped back to his senses.
“I’m so sorry.”
You peeked up at him from your resting spot on his chest, noticing his tender red eyes and drooping ears. He stared at you with pursed lips that weren’t quite a smile, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly across his forehead. You weren't used to seeing him look so frustrated.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” you replied calmly, your hand stroking his cheek. “We had a nice week together, didn’t we?”
He leaned his face into your palm. Quietly, he nodded at you, his ear flapping.
You laughed. Crawling up the length of his body, you brought your heads to the same level before giving him a long, chaste kiss.
“Mwah,” you said as you pulled away. “I had a good time with you, Al. Don’t apologize.”
“...You’ve become far naughtier during your time in hell, haven’t you, angel?”
“It’s not a matter of being naughty. It’s because I’m with you now, like I always wanted to be. If I can help you by providing you relief…then I’m more than happy to.”
His ears perked back up as he smiled. “You’re far too lovely for me, darling.”
Giggling, you pressed your mouth to his once again. Alastor’s hand ran over you naked back, tickling your spine with his warm fingers. When you pulled away, he gave you a heady look.
“Mating season’s over,” he murmured, “but I want you just as badly right now.”
Grinning from ear to ear, you nodded in consent.
—
Some Odd 40 Years Later…
—
Hell itself shook with rhythmic, forceful tremors beneath the hotel. The lights flickered on and off with each loud shake, and Charlie grabbed onto the bar to stop herself from losing balance when Nifty fell at her feet. Looking around at the rest of her friends, who were all looking rather unaffected by the events, Charlie let out a loud groan.
“What is happening?” she asked, making eye contact with Vaggie across the room. “If this hellquake keeps up, the bar will be ruined!”
“Not sure, sweetie, but if this is a hellquake, it's definitely a man-made one. Those don’t happen down here, remember?” Vaggie glared at the serpentine man by the door. “Is Pentious using a jackhammer out front again?”
“I’m clearly not!” Sir Pentious exclaimed, placing a hand atop of his chest. “It’s not my doing! Perhaps it’s the spider fellow filming one of his, er, films?”
“Does it look like I can do that if I’m down here?” Angel Dust asked with a roll of his eyes. “But if’n you’re askin’ me, I’d tell you I know exactly what’s goin’ on.”
“You do?” Vaggie asked sharply. “Then tell us so we can stop it!”
“Ha! Fat luck with that!” He lifted a nail file to his fingers, grinding away as he explained, “The vampire came up to me yesterday askin’ about all types of kinky shit. She tried to tell me it was all ‘for a friend’, but she’s a terrible fuckin’ liar. That, and it’s mating season for them forest-types. Only an idiot wouldn’t be able to figure her ass out.”
“Holy shit.” Charlie grimaced. “So you’re telling me that these tremors threatening to down our chandelier are…?”
“Yep. Al and his honeybunny are definitely at it again.”
“Oh, gross!” Charlie moaned, placing her face into her palms. “This is terrible!”
“Wh-what vigor!” Sir Pentious exclaimed, his face growing red. “I wasn’t aware that the force of lovemaking could be so strong!”
“Shut up, Pentious, you’re making it worse.” Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. “I’ll head up there and get them to stop.”
“Wouldn’t recommend it. I tried pretending sugar-tits was just a girly-soundin’ dude, but even I had to come down here to get away from all that noise,” Angel explained. “If you wanna be scarred for life though, be my guest.”
“Just let ‘em be,” Husk said from his perch at the bar. “If you interrupt ‘em, the outcome will be ten times worse than whatever’s gonna happen to the hotel.”
“But this is just too much! We literally just renovated, I don’t want everything getting wrecked again!” Charlie wailed. “I think Vaggie’s right! And I’ll go with her!”
“Good luck,” Angel said, grinning slyly at the two of them. “If ya get to see anything, let me know what they’re doing. I’m curious to see which one of my genius ideas sugar-tits decided to use.”
“Um, no, we will not be doing that, Angel. Come on, Vaggie. Let’s just kindly tell them to take their, er, activities somewhere else!”
Wincing, Vaggie nodded her head. “I’m right behind you, babe.”
—
From the very moment that you presented him with your false doe ears and fluffy little tail, Alastor had been balls deep inside of you. Pushing your back up against the wall this time, he dug his fingers into your thighs as he held you up high enough for him to fuck you. With each violent thrust of his hips, the room shook, and your mascara-stained face grew even messier with tears of ecstasy. He pressed his mouth to your lipstick streaked one, fucking your throat with his long, slithering tongue as you whined and whimpered just like a doe in heat.
Alastor pulled away with a ragged pant, keeping his face close as he stared at you. Angling his hips up harder, sharper, he felt your nails dig into his shoulders so hard that you pierced skin. He laughed in response to the sudden trickles of blood rolling down his shoulder blades, staring lovingly at you, his cute little vampire doe, as you obediently took it.
“Good girl,” he said amidst his heavy breaths. “Good fucking girl.”
You dug your teeth into your lower lip, your eyebrows forming a sloped arch as you gave him the most endearingly pleading expression he had seen on you in a long time. He gave you a pleased growl before extending his forked black tongue down to your neck, licking you all the way up to your chin before repeating it again. You called his name, leaning your head back as something interesting began to happen between your legs.
“I’m cumming,” you wailed, your grip on him growing even tighter. “Al, I’m cumming again—nnh!”
He immediately began to laugh, a hot rush of excitement beating away at his rib cage as he watched his pretty doe babble absolute nonsense atop of his plunging dick. Licking your cheek encouragingly, he pushed himself even closer, turning his thrusts more shallow, but keeping his cock pressed in deep. The squelching of your wet cunt grew louder and louder, and with a desperate rush of thrusts, Alastor felt himself grow blindingly close.
“My pretty little doe,” he said, pressing the bridge of his nose to yours. “I’ll fill you up with a fawn this time.”
Grabbing the back of his head, you brought his lips to yours again. In just a few moments, he would be able to give you everything—.
Bam, bam, bam!
“Alastor! You guys are fucking so hard that the hotel’s about to come crashing down! Fucking stop it!”
Your ensuing shriek completely broke Alastor’s focus, as did Vaggie’s forceful demands on the other side of the door. You wriggled around in his grip, trying to escape as you flusteredly exclaimed, “W-w-w-we are not fucking! A-and Alastor’s not even here!”
“Yeah, right! I could hear you screaming his name as soon as I walked up the stairs! Either you or Alastor needs to come downstairs now and fix all the damage you two caused!”
“Damage?” you asked, looking acutely distressed. “Oh, no, we didn’t mean to—.”
“Tell me, Vagatha,” Alastor said, cutting you off as his black antlers extended outwards, anger filling every panting breath. “Do you want to die?”
“I want you to stop ruining Charlie’s hotel, fuckface! Go rent a room somewhere else if you want to give your wife tectonic fucking backshots!”
“I’m sorry!” you wailed, your eyes filling with embarrassed tears. “I wasn’t paying enough attention! I’ll be down in just a second—!”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
You flinched when Alastor snarled at you, the color subsequently draining from your face. He dug his nails into your ass, staring you down as he hissed, “I’m not letting you go until you are properly impregnated!”
“Alastor, you know that’s not how this—! Holy, fuck!”
Your voice immediately dissolved into desperate mewls and whimpers again, his throbbing tip penetrating through your cervix and into the warm, fluid space of your womb. Throwing you onto the ground, he hiked your hips up with the assistance of his slick tentacles as he roughly bucked into you. The ground shook two times as hard, and your long red nails ripped out chunks of carpet as he continued to fuck you with everything he had. Ignoring the pissy lesbian at your door, Alastor snarled, “Until you’re impregnated, do you understand?!”
“I—fuck, Al—yes!”
He cackled madly as he watched you, globs of saliva dripping down from his panting maw and onto your red face. You turned your head towards the door, and with a forceful shove, Alastor forced your attention right back.
“I-I’m sorry, Vaggie!” you stammered. “I promise I’ll—mmph!”
Shoving his tongue down your mouth, Alastor effectively silenced you.
—
You felt a pair of eyes on your back as you waved your staff around, using your fallen angelic magic to fix the various broken items around the hotel. Your face was already flushed with shame, so having an observer certainly didn’t help. When you turned around, you came face to face with a smirking Angel Dust.
“Hey there, sugar-tits. Seems like my advice worked real well for your ‘friend’, didn’t it?”
You pressed your hand to your blushing face, avoiding eye contact with the coy arachnid. In a low mutter, you replied, “I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re such a bad liar. I wouldn’ta believed you even if I didn’t see you two come crashing through the ceiling. Looks like that doe outfit worked out real well, didn’t it? Nice touch with the furry butt plug.”
“Fuuuck!”
You threw herself into the barstool next to Angel Dust, slamming your forehead down onto your folded arms as the embarrassment from yesterday’s events came flooding back to you. You felt one of his hands rub your back when you started to let out a petulant sob.
“I’m so embarrassed!” you wailed. “How can I ever face anyone here again?! Alastor insists it's fine but he wasn’t the one getting fucked in front of everyone! And I know he didn’t stop because it’s mating season and he loses the ability to think rationally, but did he really have to go on and on about how he’s going to impregnate me when we all know that’s not even possible?!”
You slammed your fist down on the bar, sending a crack through the mahogany. Angel gave you an encouraging pat on the back as he said, “There, there, sugar-tits. If it makes ya feel any better, you look great when you’re getting fucked stupid. Not a lotta people can pull that off, ya know?”
“Angel,” you groaned, shaking your head.
“Stop worryin’ about it so much. Everyone here’s seen me take a dick or two, so it’s not like you’re the only one. Seriously, everyone’ll forget about it in like a week!”
You turned your head, frowning as you looked up at him. He gave you a reassuring smile, and for a moment, you actually believed him.
Until you felt a shadowy presence manifest beside you, that was. Alastor emerged from the darkness with a close-lipped smile, and when his eyes landed on you, he immediately showed you his glowing yellow teeth.
“Darling! You’re just the person I needed to see. Come upstairs with me, won’t you? We need to discuss something.”
His hand curled around your upper arm so firmly, you could tell he was barely able to restrain himself. Gawking, you turned your head between Angel and Alastor as you hurriedly whispered, “Al! I just finished fixing everything we broke!”
“Yes, yes, isn’t that nice? I asked you to come upstairs with me.”
“Alastor—.”
“I don’t care to whip it out right here! There are no bedrooms or privacy in the wild, so it’s certainly not against my nature to fuck you in front of everyone again!”
“Oh, my God, stop!” you whined. “I’m coming, okay?!”
“Without me even touching you? Impressive, pet!”
“Shut up, Alastor!”
—
When you lifted your head from your novel, you came face-to-face with a bouquet of blue hellroses.
“Good evening, darling. Are you still angry at me?”
Your sweet-talking radio demon stood before you with flowers extended your way, his teeth fixed in a wide grin reminiscent of old times. You frowned as you looked elsewhere, nodding your head in response to his query from before. Alastor simply chuckled, extending his fingers to the underside of your chin as he encouraged you to look at him. Your eyebrows furrowed when you met his red-eyed stare.
“I truly am sorry, pet,” he said in a baby-like, mocking tone. “You know I lose the ability to properly control myself when mating season hits. I’ve missed you since you’ve started avoiding me.” His hand curled around your chin, his fingers squishing your cheeks forward as though you were a child. “Why don’t I take you out tonight, hm? Dinner, drinks, dancing? All things you enjoy, don’t you, pet?”
You sighed, pulling his hand away from your face. In a quiet mutter, you replied, “I don’t feel like it.”
Alastor’s eyelid twitched. Taking your wrist, he forcefully pressed the flowers into your palm, curling your fingers around them for you. Leaning down at the hip, he abruptly brought his face closer to your own.
“What do you mean, ‘you don’t feel like it’? Surely you’re joking.”
“No, Al, I mean it. It just feels like you’re making fun of me.”
“For what reason would I make fun of my wife? There’s something else bothering you, isn’t there?”
You hesitated, and that was all Alastor needed to pick up on it. He inclined your head with the knuckle of his pointer finger, pressing his lips to yours immediately after. It was a chaste kiss, and when he pulled away, the look in his eyes could be described as nothing less than tender.
Your heart skipped a beat. The pad of his thumb stroked your lower lip, encouraging you to speak.
“I just miss the way you used to treat me,” you admitted, feeling rather forlorn. “Back when we first got married, you were always so gentle. I felt…treasured.”
“Hm? I don’t make you feel treasured now?”
Your cheeks grew warm when he pressed the pad of his thumb to your tongue. You curled your fingers around his wrist, bringing his hand away from your mouth.
“It’s different. I feel more like your favorite toy than I feel like your favorite person.”
“Oh, darling. You’re hardly even giving me a chance here, now are you? Don’t take my behavior during my ruts as how I truly feel about you.” He poked your nose, giving you a discouraging shake of his head. “Come out with me. Allow me to properly apologize.”
You frowned. “I don’t know, Al.”
“At least let me buy you dinner.”
You instinctively pressed your cheek into his palm despite your reservations. Meeting his gaze, you couldn’t feel anything but convinced. Alastor looked at you as though you were the world, and you would be callous to ignore that.
“...Okay,” you said eventually. “I’ll go with you.”
“Fantastic! I’ll go get ready. Doll yourself up for me, won’t you?”
Alastor’s smirk was beyond smug. You couldn’t help a small laugh.
“Sure, Al. I’ll do that.”
—
You really were quite simple.
“Who’s my pretty girl?”
“Me,” you whimpered, the back of your ears glowing bright red as hot saliva ran down your jaw. “I am, Al.”
“That’s right,” he purred back, curling his fingers around your shoulder as you repeatedly bounced off of his hips. “Now who loves you more than anything?”
“You do,” you whined cutely.
“Right again. You are such a smart girl, really. Would it be alright if I took it a little faster?”
Your head bobbed up and down so Alastor didn’t waste a second. The bed creaked beneath you as he fucked you harder, your pleasantly plump ass jiggling each time his hips met your own. You were a ridiculously erotic woman without even trying, and for that, Alastor couldn’t help but adore you. It turned out that a night of drinks, kisses, and overwhelming flattery could easily make you forget all of your prior transgressions and fall for him all over again.
“Al,” you whispered suddenly, your nails clawing at the pillow beneath your palms. “I’m sorry I ignored you.”
“All is forgiven, my dear. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it.”
“I’m really sorry,” you repeated, sounding awfully nasally all of a sudden. He heard you sniffle before you said, “I really love you.”
“Why the tears, darling? Don’t tell me it feels that good.”
He chuckled, caressing your plump cheek with deep, massaging squeezes as you continued to cry. You shyly nodded your head, lowering it until your face was completely hidden in the downy pillow. With a seductive arch of your back that could rival the most powerful succubi in all of Hell, you threw your hips backwards in conjunction with his forward thrusts, sending Alastor’s dick throbbing inside of you.
“I missed you,” you whimpered, your voice partially muffled by the thick pillow. “I missed how good you make me feel.”
Alastor’s brows furrowed as strong pulsations wracked through him in response to your cute words. He thought he had more restraint, and yet one little sentence from you could send him teetering over the edge like he was now. Your surprise was palpable when he slammed his hips into yours and stopped, your shoulders flinching when his cum began to pump into you. You remained quiet, but that subtle wiggle of your hips from side-to-side was full of avarice.
“Ha. Well, you certainly aren’t the only one who has missed this,” he said, withdrawing his cock to instead rest it between your asscheeks. “Would you like more stuffing, darling? Perhaps in this one this time?”
He flicked his wet, beading tip over your asshole, grinning wider when he saw it pucker. You reached back to pull your asscheek aside for him, letting out an encouraging moan of his name when he tapped himself against your puffy hole. He placed a bit of pressure, but you were the one who scooted your hips back to envelop him.
“Again, Al,” you whispered, your voice incendiary. “Cum in me again.”
“Oh? How could I possibly refuse you?”
And so, with your tiny waist held under his palm and his dick buried deep in your ass, Alastor more than happily started to fuck you senseless again.
—
This wasn’t supposed to be possible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”
You threw the stick of plastic into the garbage can, using heavenly fire to immediately incinerate the evidence. Pacing back and forth in the bathroom, you curled your fingers into your hair as your panic continued to rise. You had done this for forty years, so why would something change now? It was your understanding that sinners were sterile, so how could this have happened?
“It makes no sense,” you whispered to yourself, your eyes wide. “Al always gets crazy about this during mating season. What the fuck could have been so different this time that something like this…?”
Your voice trailed off before you wrapped your arms around yourself. You caught your reflection in the mirror, a terrified version of yourself, and frowned.
Knock, knock. Click, clack, click.
“Hm? Why is the door locked? You are in here, are you not, sweetness?”
“Al. Sorry, I just…I don’t know.”
“…Let me in, darling.”
Ambling over to the door, you did just that. You swallowed down the nervous lump in your throat before looking up to meet his gaze.
Alastor tilted his head, raising an eyebrow at you.
“Is everything alright?” he asked.
You opened your mouth with the intention of replying affirmatively, but a soul-wracking sob escaped your lips instead. Alastor’s eyes immediately widened.
“I don’t know!” you bawled, hot tears running down your cheeks. “I don’t know what to do, Al!”
“Love, please. Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
He brought your face to his chest, his woodsy scent embracing you along with his strong arms. His hand stroked the back of your head as you cried, his warm voice both shushing you and encouraging you to relax. Your arms held him fiercely tight as you continued to bawl into his linen shirt. Alastor pressed his lips to the top of your head, and then rather abruptly, gave you an investigative sniff.
Your sobs had reduced to sniffles when you realized Alastor was still smelling you. You felt his tail twitch under your forearm when he sniffed again.
“…There’s no way,” he muttered. “Perhaps all of those mating season pheromones are still impacting my judgment. You almost smell pregnant.”
Your body stiffened.
“Hm? What is it?” Alastor asked you.
With a shaky exhale, you lifted your face to meet his gaze.
“I…am…”
“You are what, sweetness?”
“Pregnant…”
“What?”
His eyes narrowed at you as though he was trying to see a joke through to the punchline. When you stared back at him in silence, he blinked.
“You’re dead serious.”
“I went through three different tests. Each one of them was positive, and I haven’t had my cycle, and I’m starting to get nauseous every morning, and I don’t know what to do, Al!”
“Darling. My dear, sweet vampiric angel. This is great news.”
“…It is?”
Alastor laughed, bringing his hands up to your cheeks as he craned his head down. You closed your eyes when he kissed you, your nails digging into the back of his shirt. Confused, but certainly not displeased, you relaxed into his kiss with a relieved sigh.
When he pulled away, he was smiling tenderly at you. You felt a touch of warmth rise to your cheeks.
“A piece of me has intertwined with a piece of you in a way that no one else can. I’m elated, darling.”
“Elated…you’re not upset?”
“Why would I be? I’ve been trying to put a fawn in you for ages, haven’t I?”
You laughed when Alastor pressed his lips to your cheek, and with a shake of your head, replied, “That’s just what you say whenever you’re in breeding mode. You didn’t actually mean it, did you?”
“Have I ever lied to you?” he crooned.
You smiled. “I suppose not.”
“Then there’s your answer. We need to get you to a doctor and figure out how far along you are. Ah, and no more wine for you either.”
“I’m not even sure how my body will handle this. Do you think it will be the same as when we were mortals?”
“You raise a fair point. I doubt that anyone in Hell would know how to care for a pregnant angel…hm, what to do…?”
“Um,” you said, though you knew he was bound to dislike it, “there might be someone…who knows.”
“…No.”
“Lucifer’s our best bet, though…he’s been an angel for a lot longer than me…”
“I don’t approve of this. We’ll find someone else.”
“Who else in Hell would know about this though?”
“I’ll figure it out.” Alastor gave you a chaste kiss, his eyebrows furrowing afterwards. “Don’t you dare bring that pint-sized clown into this.”
“Al.” You grinned awkwardly. “This is a little bit out of your area of expertise.”
“I know, sweetness. But I’ll be damned if I let him or any other man near you while you’re like this.”
“Y-you mean while I’m pregnant? That’s most likely going to be several months, Al.”
“Then I’ll keep them away for several months. Don’t make it complicated, love.”
He grinned suggestively at you, popping his eyebrows up and down as he did so. Your shoulders jumped when you felt his hands slide down to your ass.
“You know I’ll take good care of you, don’t you?” Alastor purred, squeezing a palmful of you.
You smiled bashfully at him. “Of course I do.”
“That’s what I like to hear, love. Now how about we celebrate the good news before I find you a specialist?”
He gave your ass a playful swat. Laughing at him, you nodded.