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Angel was lost in a dark haze when he heard the smart rapping of ‘Shave and a Haircut’ at his door. Groggy from his disturbed sleep, he barely had time to sit up as he saw an inky shadow blot out the warm light from the sconces in the corridor outside.
He shivered as he watched it slither underneath and Alastor the Radio Demon manifested in his room with a creepy smile.
“Why Good Evening my dear chap!” The Overlord inclined his head jovially. But there was something off about him, something Angel couldn’t quite place. “I do apologise for the sudden intrusion, but I’ve had some time to consider your offer from earlier. And well, I would like to accept.”
“I… wha?” Still half asleep, Angel was confused. He felt like he was moving underwater, his brain was sluggish and everything seemed to be flowing around him weirdly.
He rubbed his eyes with his palms, opening them to find Alastor sitting on the end of his bed in a slightly dishevelled state. When did that happen? His coat was gone, tie discarded, the first few buttons of his shirt undone to reveal where his bare neck met his clavicle. Drawing the Spider’s eyes further down…
Angel rubbed his eyes once more, not entirely trusting them with what he was seeing. When he opened them again Alastor was still there, on his bed, Alastor the Radio Demon, one of Hells most feared and powerful Overlords, (not to mention a total prude) was on his bed…
Was his shirt almost all the way undone before? He couldn’t remember, his heart was beating so loud he could barely think. Eyes drawn longingly down the other man’s tan chest, down the lithe torso to the rather enticing V shape of an Apollo’s belt at the bottom of the Buck’s abdomen.
It disappeared behind the waistline of Alastor’s sharply pressed trousers, leading into somewhere far more interesting. Angel felt his head swirl at the implications, his face flushing red hot under his snow-white fur.
“Is something wrong cher?” A smooth transatlantic accent crooned as magenta eyes were wrenched back up to meet crimson. Angel felt his libido spiral wildly, he needed this man inside him, right now.
“Ruin me… Daddy.” He pouted.
A terrifying smile ripped across the Radion Demon’s face as before Angel could have any second thoughts, ebony tentacles shot out from Angel’s bed to restrain him to the mattress. Pinning the spider to the purple and pink sheets as Alastor luridly crawled on top of him in a predatory manner.
Angel trembled in fear and anticipation as the notorious Overlord loomed over him, he removed his shirt, admiring the vulnerable body laying completely at his mercy before him. A lecherous smirk accompanying a deep growl as crimson claws undid his belt, freeing himself as Angel gulped nervously at the sight.
Eldrich tentacles spread his fluffy legs wide for their master, sharp talons raked down his quivering thighs and across his abdomen. Alastor could easily disembowel him like this and for a brief moment seemed to genuinely consider it.
He whimpered, but the Deer apparently dismissed the option and shuffled his hips up against Angel’s instead. Those crimson claws wrapping around his member, holding their meat together as the Buck leisurely ground into him.
Alastor’s steady hand slowly undulated their sleeves up and down their lengths in a tight grip, in time with the oscillations from his hips. Angel moaned and let his head fall back into the satin cushions at the sensation of their tips rubbing together. Biting his lip as Alastor’s heavy sack rolled across his own, a deft finger massaging his perineum.
The Buck suddenly withdrew. But before Angel could voice his protest at the loss of friction, he felt Alastor’s swollen head probing his entrance.
The glossy black tentacles held his long legs open as the Radio Demon’s helmet spread him apart. Angel panted as Alastor’s thick manhood filled his hole, the elastic ridges of his soft tissue rippling down the infamous demon’s shaft as the Overlord slid himself inside.
Moaning in pleasure into the pillows, Angel felt himself shiver and shake as his flesh submitted to the powerful man forcefully pushing his cock into his body without lube. Gasping for breath as the Buck buried himself to the hilt.
He was barely given any time to adjust to the intrusion when the Overlord started rocking back and forth, thrusting roughly into his restrained pelvis. Angel could feel the Buck’s tip being buried deep inside, causing him to see stars with every glorious shove.
The Spider’s own manhood strained in frustration at the lack of attention. Almost in response to his thoughts a slimy tentacle wound its’ way up his length and started mercilessly pumping away at him.
Angel threw his head back and moaned with reckless abandon. Alastor’s knot swelled inside his rectum, stimulating his prostrate and stretching his delicate walls to ripping point.
“Harder Daddy! Harder!” Angel heard himself wail.
Tentacles held him down tighter as sharp crimson claws encircled his neck, squeezing his windpipe, borderline choking him, only allowing him to take short shallow breaths. Angel was powerless to stop him even if he wanted to.
Alastor thrusted into him like a wild animal, growling and snarling as he pummelled his tender insides. Angel felt like his heart would burst, when suddenly his balls clenched and his manhood erupted instead. His whole body going taut as he sprayed the Bucks midriff with his spend.
Through the haze of oxygen deprivation, Angel felt his insides burn as the Overlord’s hot cum filled his colon. Each additional thrust pumping yet another load into him until he’d thought his insides would rupture.
The heat rapidly spread up his digestive tract as he was ruthlessly filled with the Radio Demon’s uncompromising torrent of ejaculate.
Angel was completely lost in hedonism as the fire from within unfurled throughout his body, it felt like the walls were melting around him, hell it felt like he was melting.
With Alastor finally releasing Angels throat from his restrictive grasp, Angel gasped for air. Groaning weakly in the afterglow of his orgasm.
The Buck leaned into him, pressing his torso down on Angels overstimulated cock. Causing the spider’s member to twitch weakly against the Deer’s abdomen.
“My pretty little doe.” The Overlord whispered menacingly, licking the tears from Angel’s cheek. “You are MINE.”
He claimed Angels mouth in his own in a passionate kiss, Angel felt his heart swell with renewed desire as a prehensile tongue was rammed down his throat.
He moaned into Alastor’s mouth, wrapping lanky legs around the demon’s waist and squeezing down on the engorged penis that was still jammed deep inside him, held firmly in place in his anal canal by the bulbous knot.
To his shock, black tentacles suddenly snaked out of the Erdrich Horror’s gullet and joined the tongue in his. Angel couldn’t breathe, but the Buck refused to let up, holding him down. He started to panic, the world was going dark, he couldn’t bre…
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Angel awoke with a start, gasping for air, confused and drenched in sweat. He looked around wildly to find his buck was nowhere in sight.
With a shaking hand he picked up his phone on his bedside table to find it was the middle of the night. It was then that he looked down at himself… ah, shit. He thought as he realised what had happened.
Alastor was never here, the Radio Demon’s pheromones had just caused him to go and have one hell of a wet dream.
He was going to have to clean all this up before he could go back to sleep.
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Alastor had absolutely noticed the way the Spider was unable to look at him the next day.
Good, such a gross invasion of privacy, trying to steal his pheromones and then propositioning him like that. The nerve of some demons, that vulgar arachnid was very lucky he was so dear to the Princess. He was glad the vexing sinner at least felt bad for it.
The Radio Demon sat in an armchair by the fire, notepad in hand as he scribbled out dates and added new ones. He’d had to cancel and push back a number of appointments and meetings last night as he made emergency arrangements with his “associates”.
It had forced his calendar for the next few weeks into total disarray and he was most upset about it. In the end he’d had to resort to taking matters into his own hands for the evening… literally.
A shadowy chill ran down his spine as he realised he was being watched. Annoyed, he glanced up at the Spider with a quick glare of warning… The Overlord paused, and did a double take.
Was he… blushing?
…Oh… oh no.