#radiokit

Alastor’s night had turned out terribly dull, deciding to go back to his room and work on building a sufficient sound barrier for his upcoming torture session. It would need to be completely soundproof and reverberation free- he wouldn’t want to share any of those screams, and he certainly wouldn’t want to be disturbed during his fun. Hmmm, he should probably make the space itself soundproof to any unauthorized ears, just to be on the safe side.

It was easy enough to snap a large, comfortable bed across from the fireplace, the sheets a light lavender- the color of her eyelids. He could already see the contrasting dark crimson of his sweetheart’s blood soaking into them and had to steady himself from the effects of such a vision.

When finished with his renovations, he checked the time before eating a small bit of breakfast and beginning his day. The princess would already be up and at it.

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“Charlie dear, I’m going to be taking Saturday off, ergo will be unavailable should anything arise. But, not to worry! I’ll be back and at your service on Sunday!”

The woman was, quite obviously, relieved to be free of him for a day, and he couldn’t exactly blame her, though it did sting just a bit to know he wouldn’t be missed. No matter. He need only babysit the little princess and protect the hotel. Feelings were of no consequence. She would eventually trust him a bit more.

The hellborne princess actually quite surprised him; she stood firm in her convictions, and almost always wore a smile- something that would do her well in her future.

Charlie finally finished her fumbling speech- a mish mash of ‘take your time’s and assurances of enjoying his patronage. Definitely something to be worked on. Her forced pleasantries irritated and annoyed him.

“Well then, I’m off to run some errands! Tah tah, my dear!” He waved and turned to exit the lobby, smile hitching as he caught the grumbling of one disgruntled feline. Grumpy ol’ codger- and he was the younger of them!

As he stepped out of the hotel, he took in a deep breath and let it go, smile widening. There was nothing like the sounds and smells of utter chaos! Alastor felt right at home amongst the screams and gore that surrounded him, and he loved the utter terror he struck in passersby!

He had a few deals to maintain, visiting his souls and taking care of any necessary details. Mostly simple chores, protection, a bit of magical interference. The souls he owned were typically incredibly nervous and accommodating whenever he showed up, and he reveled in most encounters.

And then there were the souls like Deliah. Little sweethearts that (in his own humble opinion) didn’t deserve Hell. Demons of fairer means often became fodder for overlords such as himself, and he loved laying claim to these souls. They were his favorite pets, often grateful for his protection and any affection he deigned to bestow.

“Are you sure I can’t make you something to go?”

Alastor shook his head, “no dear. The offer is appreciated, though.” He hugged the sweet giraffe fondly and continued his rounds for the day.

He hummed along with his music as he walked, finding soon enough that evening fast approached, his feet having taken him close to Vixen’s abode. Stretching his senses, he felt for a sign of her aura, finding no hint- not surprising but still impressive. A fox in a well concealed hole.

Deciding to take a chance on her availability, he walked to the worn-down building she’d chosen, tapping his cane on the door. He didn’t have to wait long, the door opening to reveal a freshly showered demoness, towel stretching to cover her ample assets.

Vixen smiled gleefully up at him and beckoned him come inside, and he didn’t hesitate this time. “I’m so pleased to see you, darling! You have perfect timing- I’ve just restocked on my meat supply and was about to start some dinner. Well, once I’m dressed- haha! Give me but a moment; I’ll be right back.”

Alastor watched Vixen zip away and up the small staircase to change, and he was grateful for the short moment to catch his breath. The scent of soap and her own unique flavor filled his senses, and he tasted her in the steam she’d left in her wake. Soon… he would taste her very soon.

He took deep breaths and acclimated himself, looking around the small living room to occupy his swirling mind. The vixen seemed to live fairly simply for someone involved in the glitz and glam of show business. A slim yet tall bookshelf held what looked to be very loved books (perhaps he could mend a few later on), juxtaposed next to a fireplace with a large wooden looking stone mantle. An old record player sat in the corner, and he felt tickled to think of sharing preferences or analyzing the music over a nice glass of rye.

“Sorry about the wait, dear!”

An ear flicked and swiveled at the sound of his sweetheart padding down the stairs, and Alastor turned to see Vixen jump the last four steps to land next to him, now slightly more modestly clothed. Emphasis on slight…

She wore a black tank top and amethyst shorts- comfortable, of that he was certain, but the outfit left very little to the imagination, and he had to really focus on keeping his eyes on her face. He’d never found that difficult before, but as Vixen slinked up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, the softness of her curves fueled his treacherous imagination.

Reaching on her tiptoes, Vixen pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping away, tail wagging as she smiled and giggled at his flustered face. “I am famished! Would you like something to eat?”

Her question caught his attention, and he had to clear his throat before speaking. “Dinner would be lovely, dear. What’s on the menu, hmm?”

Vixen grinned and rocked excitedly on her heels, “so glad you asked! Come.” She held a hand out, and he took it to follow her to a large kitchen- to be expected for his little chow hound.

The stock she carried was vast, her stand alone freezer popping open as soon as she unhooked a makeshift latch that held the top closed. She would love Rosie’s meat locker- the structure was dimensional and nearly infinite in capacity. He was delighted to find out she had both elk and deer, and he requested a thigh from each.

Vixen asked him how he liked it prepared, and he gave his usual, “just warm enough to feel fresh,” to which she smirked and replied, “well, you’re in luck, Mistah Radio Demon.” She bent to dig out his requested cuts, and he admired her shapely thighs behind her swishing tail. The woman herself was a full meal!

With a grunt, she pulled free some labeled packages and handed him two. “These are about as fresh as you can get!” There were those flashing eyes again, as though she were in on some morbid joke. Well, she was a cannibette, these cuts of meat would most likely be result of her conquest. He felt a swell of pride at the offering, doing his best to ignore the heat that accompanied it. His shadow split to wrap around her, nuzzling her cheek in glee. The unruly goblin, but he couldn’t blame him- this was quite the unexpected treat! It took all of two seconds for Vixen’s shade to part from her and playfully chase his, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he gently squeezed the packaged meat in his hands.

They were still slightly warm; perhaps if he’d made it over here earlier, he could have seen what she looked like as she slaughtered and butchered her prey. Oh, how he would relish such sights!

“What a pleasant surprise! Perchance, would you enjoy hunting together sometime? I would love to offer a helping hand, though it appears you need no such assistance. I’m impressed with your ambition- this is quite the collection!”

Vixen grabbed out a leg and a large steak; he was surprised by the labels- hare. Quite large for that type of demon.

“That would be splendid! Do you prefer weapons, or au natural?” she asked, moving through the kitchen expertly as she went about preparing the meat. Alastor took a knife and began slicing his thighs into thin strips, humming in delight when he popped one into his mouth.

“I enjoy an array of different methods, but I must admit, I enjoy getting a little dirty,” he replied, his lips quirking when he scented that unique spice rise in the air. He was fairly confident that scent meant arousal, and he realized he quite enjoyed causing it- that electric warmth began radiating from gut to groin.

He ruminated in those feelings as they worked together, Vixen chopping vegetables and herbs to rub into her meat, Alastor slicing his own into thin strips. He finished well before Vixen placed her food in the oven, and she’d insisted he eat before her- something he didn’t argue. He didn’t want to wait to dig in, though he stayed by her side as he munched, following her to sit at the table to wait for her food.

“Would you like some of this while you wait?” he asked, sliding his half-finished plate near her in offering. Sharing wasn’t typically a strong suit of his, but he found himself wanting to please his little vixen, her expressive reactions charming and adorable.

Her ears pricked, a hopeful kit waiting for table scraps. Grabbing a small strip, she took ginger bites so as to savor her prize, and Alastor allowed himself the pleasure of wiping a bit of blood from her bottom lip. Her eyes flashed and scent spiked when he brought the finger to his mouth to lick, and that delicious power filled him.

With a soft blush, Vixen averted her gaze to seek the oven clock, and Alastor felt a sadistic sense of satisfaction. For once, she was the first to back down, and it went straight to his ego. He almost wanted to give chase when she rose to check her meat, needing to bite down the bugle threatening to escape as he watched her move- balanced, lithe, and sensual without even trying. His mouth watered when she lifted her long hair to tie up. Soon…

“Vixy dear, would you be available Friday evening?”

The words left his mouth automatically, and he worked to catch up with his tongue as Vixen checked her meal. She paused to look back at him, leaning against the counter as she pondered her schedule before answering.

“I am. I should be done with work around 4:00pm, so maybe 5:00- 5:30 I will be free. What did you have in mind?”

Alastor thought for a moment before speaking. “I’d like to take you out on a proper date, if it appeals to you; perhaps go over some of the finer points of Saturday. While I’m quite practiced in skinning techniques, this will be the first time I will have concern for my prey’s comfort. What do you think?” There. Straightforward enough.

Vixen softened and smiled, her tail swishing to her side before settling. Grabbing her plate, she walked to sit back at the table before speaking. “That would be lovely, Alastor. Feel free to ask anything you wish; you will not offend me with curiosity. I’m quite looking forward to the discomfort,” she said, a sly, teasing grin playing on her lips as she finished.

A thrill shot through him, and Alastor had to steele himself against the urge to attack his sweetheart- in which manner, he was uncertain. Both? Probably both.

“Splendid!” he exclaimed, forcing his arm to work as he reached for another slice of his meat. Suddenly venison was the second most appetizing meat in the vicinity. He formed his words as he took his time chewing. He wished he’d thought to write down questions ahead of time. Were he hosting her, he’d have at least four pages of questions, all according to relevance, appropriateness and entertainment value.

“I can’t think of anything at the moment, but I am certain they will arise. You may regret taking me on as a pupil, ma chèr,” he chuckled. Vixen giggled with him, bringing a hand to cover her mouth as she finished chewing her food before swallowing.

“Trust me, Al, you could never be worse than Velvette when it comes to questions. I can almost guarantee I’ve heard every curiosity under the pentagram.”

Alastor snorted at that. The fashion media demoness was most likely an acquired taste. He could still hear the musical duel she’d fought with Carmilla Carmine. That was a demon who never held her tongue, no matter what crude words decided to flow. He’d quite enjoyed the entertainment, though it had ended the overlord meeting far too early. He would have liked to find out the weapons overlord’s method of angelic execution. Was she truly that powerful? Or did she have a new weapon that she was testing? If he could get his claws on it, he would be nigh invincible.

“On that, my dear, we can agree,” he replied, grabbing a small slice of meat when Vixen slid her plate towards him in offering. He enjoyed cooked meat as well, but his favorite would always be raw.

Once again, he found himself enjoying easy conversation with the little vixen. His music filled the room as they ate and talked. When finished with their dinner, Vixen pointed at the used dishes, and before he could even offer, they zapped clean and disappeared to wherever their home was. It would seem she was adept in several types of magic.

“Can I offer you a nightcap?” She tilted her head cutely, and he accepted eagerly, following her to the living room where she pulled out a small wet bar from the center of the coffee table. Now that was a modern convenience he’d gladly adopt! The couch was a bit small for a demon of his stature, but he kept his posture, crossing his ankles to the side as he accepted his rye gratefully. The flavor was exquisite! Bold and smoky with just the slightest hint of brimstone. A fine finish!

Vixen sat cross legged on the other side, curling her tail to fill the space between them as she brought her own glass to her lips. Alastor must have stared for too long, the soft appendage rising as she held it up in offering. “I enjoy being pet, if you enjoy petting,” she said.

He chuckled before accepting the luxurious fur. Her tail could probably reach her full height if removed and compared, and he found himself impressed with her posture. His own tail was thankfully small and tucked easily under his pants, his coat an extra shield.

“May I ask a personal question?”

Alastor looked up from his petting to smile warmly at her. “Of course, dear. What’s turning in your mind?”

Vixen leaned on the back of the couch, resting her cheek on a fist. “Have you ever dabbled in kink before this?”

Kink. One of the words he’d yet to ascertain the meaning of. Well, no point in lying about this subject. “I’m afraid not, Vixy dear. To be perfectly honest, I don’t even know the definition of the term,” he answered truthfully, surprised at how easily the words came. His sweetheart was incredibly easy to talk to, her warm smile and sincerity coaxing him into a relaxed candor as he pet.

“That’s not a problem. Kink is just a term for special sexual interests. While not all kinks are explicitly sexual, they still fall under that umbrella. Our flaying sessions, for example, would probably be categorized as extreme blood play.”

Alastor mulled over her words as he watched her take a drink. Well, that was straightforward enough. He found himself strangely at ease with the topic. Vixen was frank and informative, taking the time to explain her answers in such a way that he didn’t feel a complete dunce for not already knowing. She was patient and genuinely excited to share her world with him.

They ended up talking well into the night, Alastor finally forcing himself to say goodnight when the late hour became early.

“Thank you for the lovely evening, Vixen. It’s been entertaining and informative,” he chuckled. “May I pick you up at 6:00pm tomorrow?”

Vixen smiled and leaned against the doorway. “6:00 it is,” she replied.

Leaning forward, Alastor gave a soft peck to her lips, allowing himself the pleasure of running a hand through her long tresses before parting ways. He could float away from just a breeze with as light as he felt, his steps taking him back to the hotel. His day had been most productive, and as he made notes in his ‘Terms to Research’ notebook, he thought of his sweetheart’s ruby eyes, and the way they slit and flashed when she seemed to feel particularly devious. He jotted down his thoughts and feelings in his romance notebook and decided to snap both notebooks (as well as ‘Flaying Your Sweetheart 101’) in a pocket dimension so as to keep them at hand, before shadowing down to the kitchen. It would be his day to prepare breakfast, and he would need to work to keep himself distracted from the slow passage of time.

He felt strangely impatient for Friday to arrive, and as the residents began filing in to the kitchen, he began forming a plan for his date the next day. He could hardly wait!

———///////——- End of ch. 6

Next chapter: Date Night ❤️‍🔥

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