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The cold and dull room left Alastor with little to nothing to do. The view from Vox’s spacious bedroom was nice, but he could only stare at the neon signs for so long before growing bored. He supposed he should be thankful for the silence, especially after being paraded around Pentagram City with Vox's constant voice ringing in his ear. It had been so long since he heard people screaming or shouting so much next to him. Usually, the surrounding people screamed for other reasons, mostly in pain, but Vox could have his little victory party and enjoy his time if it meant that Alastor got what he wanted out of him.
Still, the eerie silence and the fact that Vox had left for so long were starting to make him suspicious. After Valentino and Vox had their fun fucking in the sheets and forcing Alastor to have to deal with the disgusting sight, the two left without a word.
Honestly, what was Alastor even supposed to find interesting about two betas going at it? It was as interesting as watching paint dry or pretending to listen to Rosie’s concerns about her omega population. The two had no scent glands, so the whole act was rooted in physical attraction alone. There were no pheromones to entice one another, no bonding between their scents, or even a mutual understanding of their dynamics.
They were closer to horny animals fucking for the hell of it than anything else.
It was so dull.
Alastor tilted his head back against his chair and stared at the blue ceiling above him. He should try to sleep.
“Aw, are you falling asleep?”
Or not.
Alastor gave Vox a bored stare as the other demon teleported right in front of him with a wide grin on his face.
“Did I keep you waiting long?” Vox asked with a chuckle and started to walk towards his desk while his cables dragged Alastor along behind him.
“I was just starting to get bored. It isn’t as I can do much when someone decides that being captive means being tied to a chair the whole day,” Alastor said the last part with static in his tone, obviously annoyed that Vox decided to keep him in such a monotone position.
“Well, that was the deal, right?” Vox was still smiling. He looked far too happy, but then again, he had been giddy all day.
Something was definitely wrong. Alastor could feel it. Vox was happy, yes, but he was far too satisfied, far too content. It wasn’t the same atmosphere from earlier when he was celebrating his victory and trying to humiliate Alastor as much as he could. He looked too composed, too sure of himself. It was a different type of satisfaction that Alastor couldn’t quite pinpoint.
The little beta that liked to play alpha was planning something, and Alastor found it as amusing as ever. He hadn’t changed at all.
“What happened to the other two that follow you like lost pups?” Alastor stretched his legs and sank against his chair with a grin.
“Are you talking about Valentino and Velvette?” Vox asked, his antennas twitching with static as he tried to hide his annoyance over the fact that Alastor didn’t even care to remember their names.
“Yeah, yeah, the other two betas that decided to join your freak show.” Alastor’s grin only grew sharper, and his eyes narrowed in amusement.
Vox’s screen glitched for a second, and electricity started to spark around his eyes before he composed himself and sat on top of his desk so he was still facing Alastor. There was no point in trying to entertain Alastor’s jabs at him. What the Vees had accomplished together, for someone like Alastor, they were always going to be as insignificant as any other sinner in hell.
“They have their own rooms. We are not always together.”
“Really? You could have fooled me. Let's see, you three work together, fight together, you even fuck one another, and to top it all up, you all share victories!” Alastor started to laugh, his head shaking as his ears twitched. “I must say, that is truly pathetic. It takes three of you to make one half-assed overlord. However, I wouldn’t even consider you one. I guess the other overlords grew weak in my absence.”
“You have a lot to say for someone that just got his shit fucked by these three lowly betas!” Vox’s eyes narrowed, and he reached out to grip Alastor’s jaw. He dug his sharp claws into the soft skin of his cheeks, threatening to break the skin if he tightened his hold.
Alastor’s smile grew, and his half-lidded eyes showed nothing but satisfaction. It was just so easy to tease Vox. “Yeah, because if you were alone, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything to me. You are nothing without them. That’s just the truth, and you know it. I know it. All of Pentagram City knows it. No big tower and media presence is ever going to overcompensate for that.”
“You are nothing but fucking antique, and your clock is ticking!” Vox pulled Alastor’s face closer. “Your view of the world is outdated, and you are going to rot with it! I’m newer, brighter, and better than you could ever be!”
“Really?” Alastor asked with honey dripping from his words. “Really, really? Then, if I’m so outdated and ready to be replaced, why do you continue to entertain me?”
Vox let go of Alastor’s face and shoved him away. Alastor’s only response was to laugh as the chair started to spin from the force of Vox’s shove. “Tell me, old pal, why do you continue to dress like an alpha and even wear that obnoxious cologne that does so poorly at trying to imitate the scent of one. Your two buddies don’t dress like you. Baby, they don’t even act like you. If there is one thing that hasn’t changed about you, it's the fact that you still wish you were someone else, someone like me.”
Alastor’s mocking laughter only grew. The chair stopped spinning, and he turned his head to face Vox again. He wanted to see the anger in those eyes. He had insulted him enough, so it wouldn’t be long before Vox’s temper got the best of him and he started to throw his little temper tantrums that were so entertaining.
But to Alastor’s surprise, Vox wasn’t angry; instead, he was smiling again. Alastor tilted his head, his brows furrowing in confusion even though his smile never quivered.
“You know, my partners are quite talented,” Vox said with his claws dragging over his desk to scratch the smooth surface. “You wouldn’t know that, because you see everyone who isn’t an alpha or an omega as trash. But Valentino’s composition is quite interesting. You see, his body naturally creates an aphrodisiac that affects the nervous system. For betas, it makes them horny beyond belief, but for omegas and alphas? It makes them go into heats or ruts.”
“Useless information, really,” Alastor quickly said and chuckled.
“My other partner, Velvette, is quite the witch. To some degree, you could say she is also a chemist. She can increase the potency of anything that she mixes into a potion,” Vox explained, and his fingers tapped against his desk. “She is capable of harvesting Valentino’s aphrodisiac, something that he usually can only use himself against other people.”
Alastor’s eyes narrowed, and his ears pinned down against his hair. The implication in Vox’s words was as clear as water. Still, Alastor just couldn’t understand what this was supposed to accomplish.
“Wanna give it a go, old man?” Vox grinned wider and took a step towards Alastor. “Wouldn’t that be fun?”
“Pointless.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “You do the most pointless things.”
“I don’t find it pointless,” Vox said, his voice softer this time. He reached within his coat and pulled out a pink sphere the size of a golf ball. He rolled the smooth little ball over his fingers, playing with it before letting out a fake gasp as it dropped on the ground, shattering.
Alastor’s pupils shrank instantly as the scent of an omega in heat hit his nostrils. The sweet aroma was quickly spreading everywhere, and it was as thick as molasses. It was a type of scent that clung to Alastor’s skin. Usually, even if the smell was intense, it wasn’t enough to affect him. Alastor had been an alpha for two lifetimes now, when he was alive, and now in hell. He was used to controlling himself around omegas in heat, but this was different. No, the omega scent wasn’t different. It wasn’t special; there was something else affecting him.
Alastor shook his head, his ears standing up as he tried to shake away the hazy feeling that was slowly crawling through his brain. The omega scent was only a distraction. It was there to conceal what was truly happening. Alastor’s skin grew warmer; it itched as if he were wearing one layer too many. The heat was slowly spreading through the rest of his body, concentrating in his stomach at first before it started to get to his head as well.
It was a feeling that Alastor had experienced countless times. He couldn’t mistake them for anything else, they were the early signs of his rut. Alastor tilted his head back and glanced at Vox with a strained smile.
“You truly never stop thinking of the silliest ideas. What’s the point of this, Vox?” Alastor was truly at a loss. He couldn’t understand what Vox could get out of this. If he planned to humiliate Alastor further by making him go through his rut without an omega, then he was going to be sorely disappointed. Alastor was already used to doing that.
Vox used one of his fingers to command the cables to lift Alastor’s body until they suspended him in the air. “Want to know a secret, Alastor?”
“No, not really,” Alastor replied, his eyes narrowing. He could feel sweat clinging to his skin and dampening his clothes. It wouldn’t be long before his clothes started to feel like a restraint.
“When I first met you,” Vox continued, obviously ignoring Alastor’s words. “I thought you were an omega. Imagine my surprise when I found out that you were the infamous Radio Demon, who killed overlords and ate sinners as if they were a common commodity.”
Alastor’s head twitched, his ears flickering back and forth before pinning down against his head again. He could hardly concentrate on what Vox was saying, but he was able to hear enough to send the other a glare before he squeezed his eyes shut as static-filled noises left his mouth. The foggy feeling that had taken over his brain during his rut was showing itself, making it harder for him to pay attention to anything but the growing need that was starting to take over his body.
“A pretty, delicate face like you, an alpha?” Vox grinned, and one of his sharp fingers guided Alastor’s face to force him to look at him again. “It had to be a joke. I thought you were just one of those omegas who were trying to make a statement by dressing like an alpha. A little forward-thinking thing that wanted to show everyone that he was more than the wet hole between his legs.”
Alastor struggled to breathe through his nose. The heat was getting overwhelming. A static-filled groan drowned in his throat, and he started panting. Sweat was now dripping from his brow, making his hair stick to his face. Through it all, Alastor was still looking at Vox with narrowed eyes. He was listening, but he also didn’t understand what exactly Vox was trying to tell him. It wasn’t the first time someone commented on his looks, and Alastor was pretty used to it by now.
“But you turned out to be an alpha, a fucking old ass traditional one at that, always upholding this god forsaken hierarchy that benefits no one but you.”
Alastor’s eyes slowly turned black and red. He could feel his claws growing sharper along with his teeth. The little antlers on his head grew in size, and a soft gasp left his mouth as he felt his rut taking over what was left of his control.
“But I always thought you would look better in pretty omega clothes,” Vox said with a satisfied smile. “I really think it would suit you better.”
Alastor stared at Vox. He felt as if someone had dropped a bucket of ice-cold water on his shoulders. Vox couldn’t be implying what Alastor was thinking. There was no way. Alastor was probably misunderstanding him. Vox was a beta that wanted to be an alpha. He was jealous of alphas and never bothered to hide it. He dressed up as an alpha and wore expensive cologne that gave him the scent of one. Vox dated omegas and betas and fucked them as if he were an alpha. He demanded respect like one, dreamt of being one, and his whole existence revolved around it.
Alastor had humiliated him because of it. He laughed in Vox’s face when he tried to be partners with him. He thought of him as pathetic because Vox was nothing but a beta trying to play in the big leagues. Vox lacked power and influence, and no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to achieve it as an alpha could. It was just the way of life.
The rivalry between them had always been one-sided, and Alastor found it amusing. Vox tried to fight him like an alpha, only to always lose. He tried to stand next to him as an equal, only to always fall behind. He figured Vox’s obsession was fueled by his hatred towards Alastor and the many times he humiliated him…but this? This wasn’t what Alastor expected, not at all.
“You should see your face right now,” Vox laughed and reached out to grip Alastor’s ears with one of his hands. “Are the dots finally connecting for you?”
Alastor's mouth opened wide, and without a second thought, he bit down on Vox’s shoulder. The sharp row of teeth sank into the soft flesh, and he ripped through the muscle before tilting his head back and yanking off a good chunk of meat mixed with cables. Alastor ignored Vox’s scream, and black tentacles crawled out from the shadows, ripping through Vox’s wires, but then, right as Alastor was free, a pair of blue shackles appeared on his wrists.
Alastor felt his eye twitching as the heavy shackles weighed down his arms before a muzzle appeared on his mouth, and then finally a chain pinned him down against the ground. He was struggling against the floor, knowing that it was pointless, but he couldn’t help it. Alastor hadn’t expected something like this, no, not this. If he had known the true root of Vox’s obsession, then he wouldn’t have agreed to this, in fact, he would have probably killed him by now for daring to think of Alastor in this sort of way.
“Fuck! You fucking bitch!” Vox was holding his wounded shoulder as blood dripped from his arm onto the floor. He walked over to Alastor and kicked him in the stomach hard enough to have him slide across the floor.
Alastor didn’t even make a sound in response. He just glared at Vox with a sneer on his face that made his smile look sharper.
“You can’t go anywhere,” Vox’s screen glitched, his face shifting from black and white to full color as he leaned closer to Alastor and gripped the chain on his neck that kept him pinned to the ground. “A deal is a deal, right?”
Alastor’s tentacles appeared again. They instantly aimed for Vox, but before they could reach him, the same blue chains appeared and held them in place until the entire room looked more like a dungeon than a bedroom. It didn’t matter how many times Alastor tried to attack Vox. He couldn’t go against the deal.
The only thing Alastor could do was lie there. He was panting heavily, rage filling his stomach while his rut reminded him of how restrained he already felt by his clothes alone. The chains were only making it worse. He was like a wounded animal, out of options and out of time. He couldn’t do anything, and that thought alone was making his eyes tremble with anxiety.
“You are truly clueless,” Vox’s voice turned deeper, a filter taking over as his emotions became overwhelming. He just looked so pleased. “It never occurred to you that I wanted something like this, uh?”
Alastor tried to kick Vox as he got closer, but a chain quickly gripped his leg and pinned it down.
“Of course not. A traditional bitch like you probably never thought that someone could think of an alpha the way I think of you.”
Alastor couldn’t believe himself as his body flinched when one of Vox’s sharp claws reached underneath his collar to slowly rip through the fabric of his suit.
“That’s what makes everything so funny,” Vox said with a helpless laugh. “You walked into your own doom willingly, all because you couldn’t imagine the idea of someone trying to defile a precious little alpha. You thought all I wanted was to humiliate you, to have you grovel at my feet and stand next to you as your equal?”
Alastor hated that his clothes being ripped off his body brought him relief. Vox’s sharp claws were quickly tearing through the red fabric as if it were nothing but tissue paper. It was the relief Alastor’s skin needed and craved, but it wasn’t bringing the usual comfort he expected. Instead, Alastor’s anxiety was growing, his red and black eyes kept trembling while his ears hid against his hair as if they wanted to disappear.
“I want to own you.” Vox’s face leaned closer to Alastor, his screen glitching again, showing his demonic smile. “I’m going to own you like an alpha owns an omega. I’m going to stomp on that alpha pride that you cherish so much. When I’m done with you, you are really going to wish you were an omega.”
Alastor couldn’t stop the twitching on his lips. The smile on his lips was so strained that his gums were showing. Alastor’s eyes kept following Vox’s hand, watching as he ripped through his last layer of clothing, leaving him fully nude and with his ruined clothes around him. The burning shame of being exposed like this was nothing compared to the humiliation of being painfully hard due to his rut.
The fear creeping through Alastor’s spine was starting to feel too real. The cold sweat clinging to his back distracted him from the heat on his skin, but it also made him painfully aware of how terrified he was. He hadn’t felt like this in years, no, he had never felt like this at all. Not even when he was killed did he feel fear like this.
It was laughable, him? Scared? That couldn’t be.
“What’s wrong, Alastor?” Vox asked in a condescending tone. He could see Alastor’s ears trembling, giving away the emotions behind his smile. “I know a tough alpha like you couldn’t possibly be scared of a little beta like me, right?”
Alastor growled deep in his throat, his voice filled with static that was slowly growing louder.
Vox tilted his head, his fingers snapping, and in a flash of lightning, something white appeared in his hands.
Alastor narrowed his eyes at the white fabric Vox was holding. He was fidgeting with it, but then it looked as if he was able to figure out how to hold it correctly because he was grinning down at Alastor with sparks coming from his eyes. Vox held the piece of clothing in front of him, and Alastor’s narrowed eyes slowly grew in size while his pupils shrank and another static-filled growl left his throat.
Vox just stood there, watching as the black tentacles fought against the chains and tried to attack him again. Alastor was trashing on the floor, kicking his legs while his hands tried to reach out for him to claw at his face, but every single action was quickly blocked by a chain or the shackles holding Alastor’s wrists. Alastor truly couldn’t do anything but wither in frustration and rage.
The white sundress that Vox held was very simple. It was a short dress with open shoulders that tightened around the waist, then let the soft, flowing fabric underneath hang loose. It looked delicate, with the fabric almost looking too thin and fragile. It was something a young omega would wear, maybe one in their teens, who was trying to look charming but also innocent.
“It’s going to look so good on you,” Vox said, his expression already giving away that he couldn’t wait to see Alastor wearing the pretty omega dress. He used his cables to grip Alastor’s wrists and legs, forcing him to his knees before slowly trying to put the dress over the deer’s head.
Alastor quickly tried to dodge the article of clothing. He turned his head back and forth, his antlers getting in the way as the fabric got caught on the black bone. He wasn’t attacking Vox, and he wasn’t trying to hurt him either, so the chains weren’t doing anything to restrain his movements.
“Hold still!” Vox gripped one of Alastor’s antlers to hold his head still while trying to slide the dress over his head. “Quit being so fucking stubborn! You can’t leave! You can’t fight back, so just accept it and make it less painful on yourself!”
“Go fuck yourself,” Alastor said in between gritted teeth and snapped his head to the side. The dress got caught in his antlers again, but this time he heard the fabric ripping.
The satisfaction from his actions was almost instantly gone when Alastor felt Vox’s hand gripping his waist before a surge of electricity burst through his body. The high voltage was enough to make Alastor’s ears stand up stiffly, while his eyes threatened to roll back. It was as if his whole body had become a cramped muscle, and he couldn’t move at all. It should have lasted only a couple of seconds, like it usually would when Vox electrocuted him, but not this time.
Alastor felt his vision going dark, and he could have sworn he passed out for a fraction of a second before his vision became clear again. Yet, he could only grit his teeth as another wave of electricity slid through his body until he stiffly fell to the side. There was smoke coming from Alastor’s form, and one of his hoofs was idly twitching along with one of his ears, but he couldn’t bring himself to move or react to what had just happened. Even breathing was difficult.
Alastor couldn’t even attempt to struggle as cables slowly lifted his body while another couple brought the dress over his head before easily sliding it on. Now that the deer couldn’t fight back, the dress easily slid over his frame, fitting him as if it were tailored for his body, and it probably was.
The cables let go of Alastor, and he fell on his back with his chest slowly rising and falling.
Vox crouched down next to Alastor, and one of his hands gently stroked his neck before moving to his flat chest and stomach. “See? It looks great on you. I knew it would, I have pictured it so many times.”
Alastor was trying to force his body to move, but all he could do was twitch as Vox’s hand moved from his stomach to stroke one of his thighs. He was being awfully gentle, with his claws turning dull as he stroked the soft flesh and ran his palms all over it.
“You’ll get so many stares going out dressed like this,” Vox said, his eyes following his hand as it moved to the skin of Alastor’s inner thighs. “You’re a bit of an attention whore, so I’m sure you wouldn’t hate the attention. A flirt of a bitch like you would probably love it.”
Vox’s stare turned cold, and his once dull fingers grew sharp again as they lightly scratched Alastor’s thighs without breaking the skin. “Do you even know what your behavior does to people? You’re always all smiles and nice gestures until you get tired of people or they say something you don’t like. You give people pet names. You entertain them with your time. You even act as if you like them, and then one wrong move, and you are worse than poison.”
Alastor couldn’t move, but he could hear himself laughing quietly at Vox’s words. It was a muffled laugh, filled with static and filters, but it was still there. His smile was glowing, and his wide eyes were staring at the ceiling as if he couldn’t feel the hands gripping his legs and slowly spreading them open.
Vox’s claws glowed bright one more time, and another wave of electricity shook Alastor’s body. This time, it was quick, it lasted only a couple of seconds, but it was enough to shock Alastor’s body and make him able to move again.
Alastor quickly turned his body to the side and opened his mouth to spit out blood. He was trembling and panting loudly as blood mixed with saliva dripped from his mouth. A wave of nausea made him lightheaded and unable to focus his vision, but that was nothing compared to the hand that was now moving from his legs to the curve of his ass. Vox’s hand was sliding underneath the dress, not hesitating at all as it touched the soft skin.
“You’re drooling,” Vox said next to his ear. “Are you gonna blame your rut for it? Oh, wait, sorry, should we start calling it your heat?”
Alastor narrowed his eyes and turned his head with a vicious grin. The radio dials in his eyes were ticking non-stop, and without a second thought, he spat on Vox’s face. The saliva mixed with blood quickly covered a good chunk of the screen. He wasn’t technically hurting Vox, and so nothing was trying to restrain him.
Vox's head slowly tilted, and his screen glitched for a second. The colorful smile turned dark, but then the colors came back, and he reached to wipe his screen with two of his fingers. He stared at the thick saliva mixed with blood and made a soft noise with his throat.
“Yeah, we are going to need this.”
Alastor had no idea what Vox was talking about.
It happened quickly. Alastor didn’t know what to expect. He couldn’t predict Vox’s actions. This situation was entirely new for him, so when Vox gripped one of his legs and lifted it, he had little time to react before a wet finger pushed against his ass and roughly dug its way in. Alastor’s mouth fell open, and high-pitched static came out. He had never heard himself make a sound like this before. It was the first time in his life that he didn’t know how to react.
But rage was faster to feel than dealing with his confusion, and he was full of it.
Alastor’s reaction to the intrusion was to try to attack Vox again. He first tried to kick him, but this time a shackle appeared on his hoof, and it linked to the floor. As soon as it happened, he started to struggle again. He was squirming, twisting his body, and shaking all over the floor while his other leg tried to push Vox away instead of trying to hurt him. It seemed like as long as he didn’t try to hurt Vox, he could touch him.
“What’s wrong? I thought you were trying to help.” Vox reached out for Alastor’s ears and used them to pin him down against the floor. The saliva and blood on his fingers weren’t going to be enough lubrication, but it’ll have to do for now.
Alastor’s voice was glitching; the static was becoming overwhelming as he spoke. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!”
“I have never heard you cuss this much! Ha! I hadn’t ever heard you cuss until now! I’m happy to be the cause of it!”
Alastor hissed and cussed again when the same high-pitched noise left his throat. He was breathing heavily against the floor, his chest rising and falling so fast that he wasn’t sure if he was getting air in his lungs at all. The long finger inside him was slowly moving deeper, curling and pulling against his insides until he was feeling queasy. It was such an odd sensation, and he hated it. It was hurting, but Alastor had been in worse pain than this. The wound on his chest was proof of it, yet this was bothering him a lot more than the open wound.
It was then that he felt another finger pushing against his opening. Alastor’s eyes widened, and static that resembled a shriek echoed inside the room. The second finger was forcefully stretching him, trying to push inside by using the saliva and blood as lubricant, but he was too tight. It wasn’t going to go in, it just couldn’t. It wasn’t going to happen, no.
Alastor shook his head, and his black and red eyes went completely dark for a second as the second finger brutally dug its way in until he felt his hole burning from pain at the forceful intrusion. It was far worse than when the first finger pushed in.
“Do you want to make it easier?” Vox asked and let go of Alastor’s ears, but the other demon didn’t move at all.
Alastor refused to answer.
“So stubborn, but I guess that’s what I like about you,” Vox mused with a chuckle and used one of his cables to grip Alastor’s throat and force him to look at him. He brought Alastor’s face close to his, and then static lines danced on his screen while his face glitched. “I have no interest in making this enjoyable for you.”
Alastor's sneer grew darker, and he clawed at the floor underneath him, cracking the tile and leaving scratch marks behind.
“I want you to feel the burn when my cock finally takes you and claims you. You won’t be able to deny what’s happening then. You’ll have to accept that the Radio Demon is getting bent over and raped like a cheap fuck hole.”
A dark tentacle quickly snapped towards Vox, and the chains were almost too slow to stop it. The tentacle stopped just an inch away from Vox’s face, ready to pierce through the screen without hesitation.
Alastor’s face was murderously livid. The radio dials on his eyes were twitching again, and his smile was dripping blood. The deer antlers had grown larger while green stitches began to appear on his body. The large claws were cracking the ground underneath him, but it was all for nothing. He couldn’t do anything. There was nothing he could do.
The sense of helplessness that was slowly consuming him was something Alastor had never felt before. It was all too new to him.
The two fingers started moving, and Alastor’s head snapped back against the wires. He was choking himself trying to move away, but the cables kept him in place, not letting him move away from the fingers as they pushed deeper inside of him before spreading open to stretch the tight opening.
Alastor knew that his rut was making his body ten times more sensitive than usual, and even then, he couldn’t find pleasure in any of this. The overwhelming emotions and the frustration he was feeling were taking over, they were numbing everything while also making him so painfully aware that this wasn’t right.
Usually, during a rut, an alpha’s senses were overwhelmed with the need to find relief. A rut could be painful when an alpha couldn’t find release; it got to the point that some alphas needed to be medicated or had to spend their rut with a partners, no matter what. Alastor was used to spending his ruts alone. He always had, and that was okay with him, but he still had needs, needs that he solved with his shadow or his hands. He knew what pleasure felt like. He knew what intimacy was supposed to be like. He had a pretty good idea of what sex was like, but this?
What was this?
Alastor couldn’t understand it.
The anxiety eating away at his stomach was making his body turn cold. It didn’t matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t get away from these feelings. The idea of finding relief from his rut was long forgotten and buried in the back of his mind. Even though he was painfully hard and his body was filled with pheromones trying to guide him and show him a way out, he just couldn’t concentrate on them.
Static was starting to fill his head. He could hear it in his brain, it rattled inside of him like rats in a cage.
The absurdity of it all was making him laugh.
Alastor was laughing, and he couldn’t stop himself.
The fingers were moving faster and harder. They were fucking him and spreading him open without waiting to see if he was ready or not. It was starting to burn, and by now the saliva had dried out.
“You crazy bitch, you can even laugh at a time like this.”
Vox’s voice was so far away. Alastor could hear it, but it was muffled. The world around him was becoming a narrow tunnel, and he was at the end of it all.
Something cold was pushing inside of him. It was moist, and then the fingers were having an easier time thrusting inside of him. Whatever Vox used was working in his favor, but it also made the intrusion feel grosser than before. He could feel his insides slowly growing moist from the lube, and then there was more, making his ass and thighs wet with how much it was spilling.
“You’re so wet now,” Vox’s voice was next to Alastor’s ear again. “Just like a fucking omega in heat. At this point, we might as well call this hole of yours a dripping cunt.”
The anger that Alastor should have felt was being replaced by the anxiety that was quickly taking over every single one of his emotions. It was starting to feel too real. It was beginning to feel like it was truly happening, and the weight of it all was falling into a pit in his stomach. His body suddenly felt heavy, and his lips began to tremble. Alastor’s ears were pinned against his head, petrified to move or do anything.
The fingers pulled out, and Alastor found relief in their absence, but that relief was short-lived when new wires moved to take hold of his body. Alastor pulled on the cables as they gripped his wrists and pinned them against his chest. The wire on his neck and another around his chest kept his body up, while another pair of cables moved to hook around his knees and spread his legs.
He couldn’t move.
Alastor couldn’t move, and even if he did, the contract would take effect and bind him again immediately.
Snap out of it.
Alastor heard himself saying the same thing over and over again in his head. He needed to snap out of it. There had to be a way out, there had to be a slip-up. There just had to be. He kept thinking, thoughts rushing through his head as he tried to find a solution, but every single idea came empty-handed.
This isn’t happening.
Denial was next. He shook his head, his wide eyes staring into nothing as his anxiety finally ate away what was left of his emotions and left nothing else behind. He wanted to throw up, no, he felt as if he needed to vomit, but he couldn’t. His stomach was twisting and turning, and his throat was tightening to the point that he couldn’t breathe. The little air that was reaching his lungs wasn’t enough. It was making him panic.
Alastor’s eyes turned slowly as Vox rested his hands on his knees and moved between his legs. He stared at those blue claws, then his eyes moved to Vox’s arms and finally looked at him. But he couldn’t look at him, no, that would be accepting what was happening. It would mean accepting the heavy realization that was still hanging over his head and threatening to snap his neck.
If he didn’t look at Vox, he could deny him. If he only thought of something else. If he only let his mind wander somewhere else, then he didn’t have to accept any of this. He could just do that, yes, it was the only option he had left.
But he couldn’t deny the hands moving over his thighs and slowly pushing the dress against his lap until the soft fabric was pooling around his cock. The dress was hiding his erection but also leaving him fully exposed in other ways. Vox’s hands moved from his legs to his waist. He was getting too close. Alastor could feel the heat emanating from Vox’s body.
Something bigger and more complex than the two fingers was then rubbing against his opening. It was a lot bigger. It was too big. How was he supposed to do this? No, he shouldn’t even be thinking about how this was going to pan out because it shouldn’t be happening!
Alastor’s eyes trembled, and small noises left his throat. He was becoming light-headed. He wasn’t getting enough air. His chest was rising and falling too quickly. His throat was tightening, choking him. The rattle in his brain was growing louder. His eyes were growing moist against his will, and then there was only pain.
Alastor tilted his head back as loud static crawled out from deep within his throat. His throat ached; it was straining itself, and then the static cut off, giving out radio feedback that glitched and hiccuped. The burning pain coming from his insides was tensing his whole body. It was making him go stiff as if Vox was electrocuting him again. But this type of pain was different. It wasn’t quite as intense, and yet it was something so painful in other ways.
“You’re going to snap my dick off, fuck! You’re so fucking tight.”
Alastor heard Vox’s words, and he shook his head. There was no way. Vox hadn’t done what Alastor thought he did. It couldn’t be.
Alastor’s vision became clear again, and his eyes were finally able to see what was happening. Vox’s lower body was pressing flush against his, and his cock was deep inside him. He could see the wide base buried deep inside his strained opening. He could feel it even if he kept trying to deny it. He was so full, it was painful. It was uncomfortable. His insides weren’t used to it and kept trying to push Vox’s cock out just to go into a spasm when they couldn’t.
“You look so fucking good like this.”
Alastor couldn’t even react as Vox’s hand gripped his jaw and forced him to look at him. It was as if he wasn’t in control of his body anymore. Or maybe he wasn’t even here at all to begin with. Was this truly happening? It was as if he were watching it happen to someone else, to anyone but him.
Was this really his body?
“Tears look good on you.”
Alastor hadn’t even realized that he was crying. He couldn’t feel the tears on his face. It was as if his whole body was growing numb with an icy layer that kept him from feeling anything.
Vox started to move.
Alastor gritted his teeth and arched his back. He gasped for air as he choked with the cables around his throat. Then the wires let go of his chest, and he fell on the floor. A hand stopped him from hitting his head, but once he was on the floor, the thrusting only became faster, harder. The wire around his neck didn’t let go. It only tightened with each thrust, and Alastor found his eyes rolling back as the pain started to mix with his lack of air, making him feel so light-headed it was almost euphoric.
It would be a good thing if he passed out. He wanted to pass out, but the wires would loosen up enough to allow him to breathe before tightening again.
Alastor felt his body sliding over the floor, back and forth as Vox’s hands gripped his hips and pulled his body to meet every single one of his thrusts. It was too much. It was so much. The whole experience was too new, and he hadn’t been given the chance to get used to it. The pain coming from his hole was slowly numbing, leaving behind only a stinging sensation and the uncomfortable feeling of having something so big filling him.
Alastor hated it. He hated that his body was getting used to it. He hated that it wasn’t painful anymore. It should keep hurting. It should continue to be painful. That’s how it had to be. It needed to be that way for his brain to deny how this was happening, but as he grew used to it, it was harder to ignore the heat coming from his skin.
It was becoming harder and harder to ignore how sensitive his body was due to his rut. The overwhelming emotions that had been numbing his body before were slowly slipping away, they had erupted, leaving him in a panicking state that was slowly settling into exhaustion. He was emotionally worn out, and now, all he could do was feel what was happening to him.
There was no more hiding.
“You’re so wet for me.”
Alastor shook his head. No, he wasn’t. He truly wasn’t. He couldn’t get wet. Yet, he couldn’t deny how wet his insides were and how his thighs were damped around Vox’s hips. He groaned as Vox pulled his cock out almost all the way before thrusting back inside, making him feel the whole length and how much he was being stretched. He shuddered, his body arching off the floor as if he was trying to run away, but Vox’s hands kept his hips in place. They kept him from pulling away.
“You aren’t as tense anymore. You are getting used to it, isn’t that great?”
Alastor wanted to deny what Vox was saying, but he was right. He was getting used to it. He could feel his body slowly growing softer. He was exhausted, which left his body pliant and easy to handle. The heat pooling in his stomach was reminding him of how painfully hard he was, but he couldn’t do anything to find relief. He could only lie there and accept whatever Vox was willing to give him, but his senses were slowly being overwhelmed by his instincts.
He was trembling. Alastor was trembling, and he couldn’t stop his body from doing so. The denial, trying to hardwire his brain, was slowly losing out to the itch in his skin begging for relief. The scent of an omega in heat was still clouding the room, and he was able to smell it again. The self-control he was so proud of was snapping as he felt his mouth salivating at the idea of finding his release in a wet heat that could consume him.
Except Alastor wasn’t finding relief this way, not at all. He could only feel as Vox’s cock started to brutally thrust inside of him, drawing out soft noises from his throat. His vision was becoming hazy again, and the only pleasure his body could find was coming from the hard cock that was claiming every inch of his insides.
It shouldn’t have been this way.
Alastor twisted his body in response, his legs trembling as he tried to push Vox away. He wanted to find his own orgasm in his hand, with his shadows and tentacles as he had so many times before, but not like this, not when Vox was fucking him and pinning him down against the floor like some defenceless omega.
It should never have felt good. It should have remained painful. The burning shame in his stomach made his lips tremble with desperation. Humiliation was finally settling in his bones, and he hated it. He hated it so much that it was making his eyes sting with hot tears.
If only he wasn’t going through his rut. If only Vox hadn’t drugged him, then this act would have remained a painful ritual that benefited no one but Vox.
Alastor dropped his head against the floor. The cold tile made him feel so much better. The heat consuming his body was too much. It made him press his cheek against the floor, craving the icy touch and the momentary comfort it brought him.
Vox was easily manhandling him, making the wires turn his body until Alastor was lying down on the floor on his chest with his hips above the ground. He shuddered as the cold tile pressed against his chest. Goosebumps quickly crawled over his skin, his half-lidded eyes struggling to remain open as Vox gripped his hips again just to start fucking him in the new position.
Alastor could feel himself drooling on the floor. His fingers were weakly clawing at the tile, but they weren’t doing any damage. The burning pleasure coming from his insides was slowly taking over his body, and he wanted nothing else but to shake that feeling off. He wanted to, but it was impossible. He couldn’t do a damn thing but feel as Vox pushed deeper inside of him, rubbing against his insides and stretching the sensitive opening until Alastor was struggling to swallow down moans.
It was lasting too long. How much longer was Vox going to last? It shouldn’t take this long. Vox just needed to cum and get it over with. He needed to find his release and leave him the fuck alone.
Alastor gritted his teeth, his eye twitching as he just wished the damned TV would just cum already. Get it over and done with. Finish and complete this demented, perverted act. It was lasting too damn long. Did sex usually last this long? No, it couldn’t.
Alastor’s wishes were answered when Vox dug his claws against his hips and pushed inside of him as deep as he could before finally releasing inside of him. The hot cum filled Alastor’s insides, making him feel disgusted and uncomfortable. It was a new sensation that he definitely hated, but there was no point in trying to worry about it at the moment.
It was done.
Alastor almost sighed in relief, just to tense up again when Vox slowly pulled out of him. Alastor’s insides were left empty. He could feel them twitching, and he could also feel how stretched out he was. It was all too new, but Alastor couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to pass out or find some relief from his rut.
Vox’s fingers were pushing inside him again.
Alastor’s body went stiff, and a growl left his throat as he glanced back at Vox with a glare. “What are you doing?”
“What? You thought that was going to be all?” Vox asked with a grin, pushing his fingers deeper into Alastor. “That was round one, baby. We still have the whole night ahead of us. I gotta breed my new omega nice and hard, teach him a thing or two about how to take a real cock.”
Alastor’s eyes trembled, and he stared at Vox. “W-what?”
“You really thought that was going to be it?” Vox's screen turned black and white, his face becoming distorted as he leaned closer to Alastor until the glare of his screen was reflected in his eyes. “I can’t disappoint you on our first night together.”
Alastor felt his smile twitching as dread slowly shadowed his vision.
It should have ended there.
It should have ended after doing it once.
It should have, but it didn’t.
Alastor found himself getting fucked again, this time against Vox’s desk. He was bent over the cold surface, a hand gripping his ears and pressing his face hard against the desk. He could only gasp and let out weak, static-filled noises as Vox fucked him from behind and made sure he felt every inch of his cock as it filled his insides and stretched him out again. He was moving so fast that Alastor couldn’t get used to it. He really couldn’t. The noises threatening to leave his throat were almost whimpers, but he refused to let them out. He couldn’t let them out.
The cold window was next. Alastor’s nails clawed at the glass in front of him while Vox lifted one of his legs and drilled his cock back inside of him. The white dress was now barely hanging from his body, with his chest fully exposed, while the sleeves had stretched out enough to loosely hang from his arms. His mind was drifting, but not in the same way as before. White spots were appearing in his vision, as he could feel a high slowly taking over his head, while his cock firmly pressed against the cold glass.
Vox’s bed was pretty big. It was big enough to fit a demon bigger than him, and so there was plenty of room on it. Alastor couldn’t understand how his upper body was hanging from the corner of the bed when it was so big. He couldn’t understand how his vision was upside down while his body was pulled against Vox, and his arched back exposed the bulge on his stomach. He couldn’t understand so much, just like he couldn’t explain how his cock was leaking pre-cum non-stop and how he was slowly finding relief that he didn’t want.
Alastor lost count of how many times they did it. He couldn’t keep track of the many corners of Vox’s room, and the many times he was filled with his cum. But somehow they ended up back on the floor with Alastor on his back with his legs over Vox’s shoulders as he bent him against his body until Alastor’s knees were touching his own shoulders, and he could only see Vox’s face.
Alastor was so full. It was too much, and his half-lidded eyes were struggling to remain open while cum leaked from his asshole with each thrust Vox gave in. The smell of sex and semen was so strong that it had taken over the whole room, leaving nothing of the omega scent behind.
The white dress was now completely drenched with Alastor’s own release. It clung to his body like a second skin, but Alastor didn’t care. He couldn’t care. Not when Vox’s tongue was pushing inside his mouth, forcing his tongue to move along with his. It was a sloppy kiss that Alastor couldn’t deny. He couldn’t do anything as Vox explored every part of his body and claimed everything as his own.
How much longer?
How much longer was it going to last?
Alastor groaned, and his eyes rolled back as Vox came inside of him again.
It was so much.
Vox pulled out like many times before, and cum quickly leaked out of Alastor’s asshole the second he did.
“Don’t squirt so much,” Vox said with a chuckle and rubbed his hand over Alastor’s ass to stop the cum from leaking out. “Keep that inside. We wouldn’t want to risk having your heat be in vain, right? You’re going to need all of that to make a couple of kids.”
Alastor felt his ears twitching, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, not when he was lying down on his back with a white dress drenched in cum that clung to his frame. Not when his legs were still spread open, and cum was filling his insides to the point that it was constantly leaking out. Not when he could smell Vox’s semen all on him to the point that he couldn’t even identify his own scent anymore.
In every shape and form, Alastor looked like a ruined omega that had gone through his first heat.
Alastor hated it, but he hated more that he couldn’t deny it.