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Crawling over to the door, you sat on your legs, back straight and looking up towards him with your mouth just slightly open. The doors opened quickly and a cool breeze from the hotel hallway wrapped around your naked body, leaving your skin to prickle and your nipples to harden. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from gasping at the feeling. A wave of arousal hit you as Alastor stepped into the room. Not a single hair was out of place, he looked just as immaculate as when he left this morning.

But still, something was off. Your eyes scanned over him, trying to find it. Then your eyes honed in on the extra tension in his smile. His fingers wrapped just a little too tight around his cane. Red eyes stared straight ahead as he tugged on his bow tie, pulling it loose until it was draped carelessly around his neck. You watched him carefully as you stayed perfectly in place, back straight.

“Pet.” Coldness seeped into his tone as he called for your attention. His transatlantic accent was sharper than ever. It wasn't permission to speak so you stayed quiet. “Come here.” His order left no room for argument so you crawled over to him, the bell on your collar jingling softly. You knelt at his feet, eyes locked on him. The room was as quiet as the grave for a long moment before he finally, finally turned to look down at you.

Instead of the quiet affection that usually softened his eyes when he looked at you, all you could see was pain, anger, disdain… and a tiredness that spoke louder than anything else. "Stand." He ordered and you complied quickly, wobbling only slightly since it had been hours, maybe days, since you last stood like a proper human. His eyes followed you as you rose to your full height, still barely coming up to his shoulder.

One of his hands reached up and grabbed you by the throat, one claw pressed tightly into your pulse point. You gasped slightly, feeling the thin skin so close to tearing under the pressure. He stared down at you before snarling and tearing the collar he gave you away. The fabric tore easily under his strength and he threw it into the corner of a room, the bell jingling.

Shadowy tendrils wrapped around your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back . Your shoulders ache at how hard he pulls your arms. His hand returns to your neck, though he doesn't use his claws this time. No, it's his fingertips that press into your flesh and make it harder to breathe.

Alastor leaned in so your noses nearly touched. The corners of his smile twitched. "You're just like all of them… Needy. Demanding. All you do is take, take, take from me and never thank me for being so benevolent." The words were growled out and you hated how you trembled under his touch. "Thank me, pet. Now."

"…thank you, Master, for everything." You gasp out, even as he squeezes harder on your neck. Beautiful scarlet eyes stared down into yours. He wanted more. "I belong only to you, I owe everything to you." Another long moment passed before the grip on your neck lessened just enough for you to breath easier. You greedily sucked in air on instinct as black spots floated in your field of vision. Still, he kept you restrained and held to him.

He wanted something, but it seemed he could not fully decide what. His thumb moved to graze along your jaw, ghosting along your skin in a small sign of his affection and you felt yourself relax a little. Whatever upset him wasn't your fault - he was just taking out his frustration on you. Little did you know, that faint touch would be the last scrap of affection he offered tonight.

He didn't say anything as additional shadows wrapped around your calves and pulling them apart with minimal effort as you easily submitted to him. Shamelessly, you held your legs apart, feeling your wetness starting to slip down the fat of your thighs. And he smelled it - of course he did. He scoffed in your ear. "Already so desperate to be my little fucking hole… I can smell you, pet. What a debauched little creature you are." His voice was lower, more gravelly. Oh, he mocked you, but the power of it… It lured out the predator in him just as much.

Before you could answer his teasing, the room spun as more shadow tendrils grabbed you, moved you to submit to all of Alastor's desires and whims. The two around your calves tightened their hold. Two more pressed down on your back, forcing you face down over the arm of his wingback chair. More wrapped up your thighs, digging into the soft fat and pulling you even further open for him. The cool, ethereal tips prodded at your entrance, teasing your slickness and pushing your pussy lips to the side to expose your gaping and twitching hole to him.

He'd been right before…. you're dripping for him, the rough handling still done with the restraint that only your master was capable of. He left you waiting for a moment before you felt those delightful claws of his scratch down your spine. Skin tore as you arched into it. The smell of copper spilled into the air, mixing with the scent of you.

It didn't stop with just one hand, one set of claws running down your back once. No, your monster had awoken and he wanted to feast on your blood, your body. The claws tore into you again and again. "Look at you… you want to be fucked by the big bad monster, even knowing he'll tear you apart… You want him to fuck you because he'll tear you apart." His voice was distorted, drowning in static as his tongue trailed down your back neck, long and thick. The sting of his saliva in the wounds makes you gasp.

The sound of fabric tearing follows. Too large of hands clench around your waist, squeezing the air out of you. Claws sunk into that flesh as well. You don't need to look over your shoulder to know the way his form stretches and changes from normal to his large, monstrous form. The tip of his cock prodded urgently against the curve of your ass as your master tried to push his way into you. Those giant hands on your waist kept you firmly in place as Alastor fucked his tapered cock into you.

Every inch felt like a foot as he pressed forward. With each movement, you heard his joints crack and pop - or maybe that was you. It hurt so good. His tip pressed against your cervix but still, he pulled you further and further onto his cock. Pain shot through you and you let out a strangled moan.

"M… master… too much…." The whine came out as pathetic as you felt. But still, Alastor refused to stop. Distorted static that sounded like cruel laughter echoed off every corner of his room. His claws dug deeper into you, starting to gouge out chunks of skin from your waist, much like he'd done to your back.

Still, your body welcomed him greedily, stretching in ways that would have never been possible in life. He bottomed out inside you and you felt the way your stomach bulged obscenely, the way that was only possible in porn before death. Your pussy clenched around him, hot and full and leaking with your wetness - or maybe there was some blood involved too.

Alastor didn't give you a chance to adjust any further before he started violently thrusting into you. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. His hips pounded against you, knocking the air out of your lungs. Right now, your pleasure didn't matter, even as your body tried to keep up with the onslaught. Every muscle in your pussy clenched and fluttered around him as he used you like the dumb, little slut pet you are.

Drool slid out of your mouth as he fucked you harder, faster. The static surrounding you grew louder and you felt the deer cock inside you grow thicker, firmer as he fucked you into submission. His shadows kept you upright as your arms collapsed out from underneath where you'd attempted to brace yourself on his chair. "No, no, you fucking take it, you greedy harlot… you wanted to get fucked by the monster, you take it." Alastor's voice distorted further, becoming mostly static as he leaned down over you.

The lighting in the room dimmed as he leaned over you, engulfing your smaller shape. As he fucked you to his release, you felt something inside you change… bits and pieces moving more than they should with each thrust. Shadows pulled tighter against you, digging into your flesh and starting to pull away muscle from your legs. You screamed as long, sharp fangs bit down into your shoulder, tearing away the trapezius and scraped against your clavicle.

Screaming in pain, you felt the way his hot ejaculate filled you, stung against the internal wounds he caused. You weren't a lover or a pet, you were a thing to fuck, to destroy. And that is exactly what he did. Alastor howled with his release, a mix between a bleat and an explosion of static as his shadows shattered the bones of your leg where they held so tightly.

Your master let you fall bonelessly over his chair, panting as he ate the muscle he tore from your neck and shoulder. Blood dripped into sight against the fabric of the chair and you could feel the mix of blood and cum dripping from your hole - you knew from previous nights that he tore you with his cock.

Slowly, your eyes started to close. "Try not to take too long to regenerate, pet. We're just getting started." He ordered as you know he went to pour himself a drink. These nights… they might be your favorite of all.

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