“Desperate times call for desperate measures…”
Warnings - use of you/your, reader’s a deer demon like Alastor, reader’s in heat, demisexual!Alastor, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, biting, oral fem receiving, scratching, blood if you squint, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, Alastor is an aftercare GOD, reader is fucked out by the end
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It was absolutely fucking excruciating. The dull throbbing in your lower stomach that steadily got harsher and harsher, begging for something - or someone - to wreck your insides, to make you scream in ways you hadn’t in a very long time.
Heat was annoying, you’d established that the second you arrived in Hell with your new deer-like attributes.
What you hadn’t expected was for it to get so much worse as time passed.
Curled up in a ball in your bed, you whimpered and whined as the slick you couldn’t control dripped down your thighs. It was torture, being this undeniably horny.
Each minute was worse than the previous, your need for someone to fuck you senseless getting more and more prominent. Touching yourself didn’t work, it never did. All you could do was sit and wait for it to pass, depriving yourself of the thing you needed most, scared to approach anyone with your needs.
It’d been a whole 24 hours since the last time you’d emerged from your room. You left every knock unanswered, every text on delivered. ‘There’s no reason to be a burden to the hotel in this state,’ you’d tell yourself.
A knock rapped against the heavy door of your room. The ears on your head flattened and twitched. You said nothing, ignoring the person outside.
The knock came again. For the second time, you decided to ignore it.
“I wouldn’t think it wise to ignore me, dearest.” The voice of the radio demon was muffled from the wood door. Now you knew who was outside.
“Alastor, please- just go away.” Your voice was meek and had a very obvious strain. Alastor was one of your closest friends, you had no desire for him to see you in such a state as you were now.
The radio demon clearly had no interest in giving up. There was a slight crackling noise, like radio static, in the far corner of your room. And where that crackling came from was where Alastor emerged from a blanket of shadow.
“Why must you be so difficult to-“ Alastor pauses when he sees the state you’re in. You jump at his sudden intrusion, trying to find a blanket to cover yourself.
“My my, what an interesting situation…” Alastor eyed you up, taking notice of your flushed skin, sticky thighs, heavy breathing, and flattened ears.
“You’re certainly in quite the predicament, dearest.” He tapped his clawed fingers on his microphone, his ever present smile seemingly getting brighter.
You whined quietly, reaching for the closest thing you had, which was a thin blanket, to cover the mess of your legs. “Alastor, what the hell? Why did you-“
The radio demon clicked his tongue, stepping closer to your bed. “Let me ask you this, my dear…”
He tips his microphone towards you, lodging it underneath your chin. He pushes it against your jaw, tilting your head up.
“Why would you stay silent on a silly little thing such as this?”
Your eyes slide to his hands, then back to his face. This was utterly embarrassing, having your closest friend find you in the middle of heat, desperate for sex. You couldn’t find the strength to keep eye contact, your eyes shifting to the wall behind Alastor’s head.
“It’s just- it’s embarrassing and-“
Alastor jabbed his microphone into your chin with a force that had your eyes shooting back to his.
“Look at me when you answer my questions, little doe.”
Something about the way his voice dropped made you have the urge to bite your lip. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed shut, trying to scavenge for friction.
“It’s embarrassing to talk about,” you repeat, this time looking Alastor in the eyes like he asked.
Alastor clicked his tongue again, withdrawing his microphone from under your chin. He replaced it with his hand.
“Haven’t I told you countless times not to be afraid to ask me for things? And I mean anything, my dear.”
It was like a gear started shifting in your head. Alastor was all but offering to give you what you wanted, and your sex-craving brain clouded your judgement.
“Al I- I need help.” You gave him wide, doe eyes, pleading for him without words.
Alastor grabbed your jaw and pulled you closer to him. The blanket that covered your body slid, uncovering how needy you were.
“Help with what, hm?” Alastor’s tone was very condescending, very teasing. His fingers squeezed your cheeks, pulling on your head again.
You hesitated to respond, a heat of embarrassment rising through your body. But that was quickly offset by your need, and you answered with a newfound passion.
“Alastor, I need you to help my body calm down.” You batted your eyelashes up at Alastor, waiting for his response.
With a sudden surge of force, your back hit the mattress and Alastor climbed into your bed. “I could do a lot more than touch you, my dear.”
He forces your knees open and lowers his face between your thighs.
“I could absolutely ruin you, if you so permit it.”
Without a second thought, you nodded quickly. “Yes, please do. Please ruin me, Al.”
A dark chuckle sounded from his throat. A warm, wet tongue swiped its way over your slit. You gasped softly.
“So, so sensitive,” he mumbled, his nails raking over the skin of your inner thigh. You jolt, squirming underneath his surprisingly strong hold.
It was sudden and rough, the way Alastor dived into your pussy like a starved man. Lapping and sucking at your most sensitive parts while also gently scratching at your thighs, Alastor never stopped looking at you. He kept his eyes on you entire time, watching and picking up on each of your reactions to his touch.
“Alastor!” You surged forward, your hands finding Alastor’s deer-like antlers. Gripping them to ground yourself, your hips jolted against his face.
With the force of your tugging, Alastor groaned quietly against your clit. “Careful with that grip of yours, darling.”
Your moans raised in pitch and volume as Alastor paired the rampage of his tongue with scratching at your legs. You began to notice a pattern. He’d scratch you, and take your attention off the pain with a particularly harsh suck to your clit.
A rather loud whimper was ripped from your throat as Alastor started shoving his tongue into your hole. You barely had any moment to process how close you were. It was like a coil snapped in your stomach, and with a silent scream your first orgasm ripped through you.
Alastor helped you down from you high, his attention shifting to the many small scratches on your thighs. He licked them all, a copper-like taste flooding his senses. Before he could stop himself, Alastor bit you.
The sensation of Alastor’s sharp teeth sinking into your supple skin made you screech, yanking on his antlers and a bit of his hair. “Fuck, Al!”
He noticed your slight wincing and pulled his face away with a teasing smile. It took a lot of self control from Alastor not to take a chunk out of your thigh.
“My apologies, Cher. You are simply just… too divine to resist.”
Although reluctant, Alastor moved his face away from your heat and sat back on his knees, licking his lips.
He admired how you looked right now. Breathing heavily, hair disheveled. Your ears flat against your skull, body gently twitching. All from only his mouth. Alastor wondered how absolutely wrecked you’d look after he’d given you what you really wanted.
You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, watching Alastor look at you. Your head cocked to the side in a questioning manner. “Alastor…?”
There was not a second’s hesitation for Alastor to grab onto you and twist your body, forcing you to all four’s. He pressed your face into the mattress, positioning your body with a slight arch for him.
You heard the small metal sounds of his belt being undone. “Now, you’ll be a good girl and take what I give you, yes?”
Turning your head to the side so your voice could be heard, you responded in a desperate tone. “Yes, yes I promise!”
Alastor placed his palm on your back and pushed. When your chest was pressed down to the bed, he slowly began to slide his hand along your spine, watching you shiver.
“Such a reactive body…” You felt the poke of something hard and hot against your ass. Your ears perked up and you let out an excited whine.
Alastor felt no need to tease you, you’d done enough of that to yourself. But he was not gentle about his next move.
With a force that had you reeling under him, Alastor roughly slammed into your needy hole, causing you to curse loudly. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes from the feeling of each thrust.
Alastor set a harsh and quick pace, abusing your inner walls with each snap of his hips. He gripped your hair, pulling you until your back was to his chest. His heavy breaths fanned over your cheek.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it, ma belle? Answer me.” His words were quite clear despite his rough pace and slightly labored breath.
“Yes! Fuck, it’s exactly what I needed!” Every thrust sent you reeling, moans of Alastor’s name spilling from your mouth.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder, the feeling sending your eyes rolling back. One of your hands shot up to the back of Alastor’s head, gripping his hair and letting out a choked moan.
Alastor’s hand came around your throat and squeezed, a groan leaving him as your pussy fluttered around his cock.
“You’re squeezing so tightly,” he said with a strained voice, moaning softly against the side of your face.
The sounds of his moans did something to you. Alastor’s noises paired with the thrusts into your sweet spot sent you spiraling. You grasped around for something, finding solace in the back of Alastor’s neck.
“I’m so cl-“ You couldn’t even say your full sentence before Alastor increased his face.
“Oh I know, little one. Now go on, let go for me.” His words made your brain go cloudy, and you listened with nothing but another scream of his name.
A few curses left Alastor’s lips. His heavy breath was laced with radio static and it increasingly got louder and louder.
He kept fucking you, making your body collapse forward and twitch.
“T-Too much!” You yelled, tears gently rolling down your cheeks as Alastor continued to wreck you.
“Just a little more, doll. You can take it, can’t you?” Alastor pounded into you mercilessly, until finally, his hips stuttered.
“Stay still,” he growled, keeping your stuttering hips in place as he spilled his seed into you. Your eyes rolled back.
With your mixed heavy breathing, Alastor withdrew his cock from your thoroughly used pussy. He watched as his cum slowly dripped from your hole, and he chuckled darkly.
You twisted, lying on your back. Breathing heavily, you go to thank Alastor, but you’re met by a squeeze to your throat and a hand slowly sliding up your body.
“Oh dear, you thought we were finished? I won’t stop until you cannot breathe anymore.”
Clearly, you were in for a very long night.
