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After successfully declaring war the Vees have been invited to a little get together hosted in their honor by the other overlords who have joined their side, to celebrate their outcome.
Sounds of cheers and overlapping chatter fill the room as the Vees enter the company lounge in V-tower. Valentino and Velvette sat themselves comfortably on the couch nearby, and began chatting amongst themselves and taking selfies.
They’re currently riding the high of their success and the thrill of declaring war on Heaven. Now that they’re back at the tower they decided to host a small after-party with the staff. Vox, as head of the Vees pours himself a drink and holds it out in a mock-toast.
“Congrats team, we really did show heaven and Lucifer’s brat, who’s boss. He exclaims with the Vees cheering along. The VoxTek employees cheer too but some do only because they’re getting paid for it so it’s less enthusiastic as the actual Vees’ cheer.
Suddenly Vox notices Alastor in the corner. He “accidentally” left him there before going to the soirée. (In reality he just couldn’t deal with Alastor putting down his success with the rally and didn’t want him to run his mouth in front of the other overlords so he just left him at the tower before leaving).
“Oh how rude of me, I completely forgot about our… guest” He chuckles as his cables suddenly shoot out and bring the wheeled chair Alastor’s sitting in closer to him. He rests his arm on the back of it “Sorry to have kept you waiting Al, hope you didn’t miss me too much”
Alastor’s ears twitch with indignation but he forces it down and decides to play along “Oh not at all, old pal. You know I do quite well by myself in the dark.” He decides to prod further, raising one of his legs to gesture with. “In fact! I wouldn’t mind if you suddenly had to leave again! He makes a little shooing motion with his leg at Vox, “Go out! Go celebrate!” “Leave me alone…” he mutters under his breath.
Vox’s smirk falters a bit but he quickly regains it since everyone is still watching him. “Ha Ha now come on, Al. Don’t lie to yourself, you know you’d miss me if I left again.”
Alastor rolls his eyes “Yes, of course. I’d miss your silence the most” he mutters sarcastically.
The radio demon is really starting to get under Vox’s skin. Forcing another grin Vox gestures for his employees to leave. As they file out one by one Vox steps in front of Alastor.
“Well, Alastor. Good old buddy of mine… I guess if you simply insist on being left alone, then I should probably just leave again.”
Alastor braces himself for what Vox is about to spew next. He knows Vox is gonna pull something stupid, he loves being extra.
Vox turns to leave before spinning back around to face Alastor again.
“Oh wait!” His cables bring Alastor’s chair closer to him.
“HaHa! Oh right! I own you!” Vox laughs maniacally before lowering himself to be eye level with the radio demon. “So it doesn’t really matter what you want, does it?” Vox’s screen lights up brighter and his voice takes on a hint of TV static, seemingly to intimidate Alastor.
The radio demon however doesn’t pay much mind to Vox, instead looking off to the side, probably at one of the Vees with a look of “You seriously work with this guy?”
Vox doesn’t back down however and grips Alastor’s chin, forcing him to look up at him.
Vox runs a finger along Alastor’s jawline. “So, my little captive... what should we do with you now?"
Alastor simply rolls his eyes and says “You could still grant me the mercy of not having to deal with you. Seriously, go out, go flaunt your success around the Pentagram. Grow your ego some more! Clearly you need it.”
Vox doesn’t let the comment get to him yet, he continues to toy with Alastor’s face, his other hand reaching out to grab his hair, pulling his head back roughly. He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"Or maybe we should just have some fun with you right now… I bet you’d like to get out of this stiff old chair"
“Really? In front of your little clown show friends?” Alastor quips with a grin.
Vox pauses at Alastor’s words, his smirk widening as he looks over at Valentino and Velvette. They both shrug, clearly used to Vox’s antics.
"I forgot you’re shy," Vox says dismissively before turning back to Alastor. With a wicked grin, Vox lets go of Alastor’s hair before lifting his chin up “I guess I could make this more comfortable for you.”
Vox gestures at the other media overlords to leave as well, clearly wanting some privacy.
Valentino and Velvette roll their eyes at Vox’s bossiness but both decide to just leave the room. Velvette is still on her phone as she walks out not giving a single fuck or passing a second glance.
Valentino however looks… offended, and slams the door dramatically with a “hmph”, clearly jealous at the attention Vox is giving the radio demon.
“He’ll be fine” Vox said, half annoyed but regaining his smile as his eyes fall on Alastor again. “Well, looks like it’s just us now, old pal…”
Alastor visibly shudders but he keeps his smile intact “It appears so”
“You know you didn’t answer my question earlier” Vox said with a grin of his own.
Alastor’s voice rings out with that irritating radio sound “And what question would that be exactly? I mean you make so much noise, I can’t help but tune you out sometimes”
Vox’s grin falters as he grabs Alastor’s chin tighter, digging his claws into the skin “I asked if you want to get out of this fucking chair!” He repeated angrily.
Alastor still keeping his composed facade looks off to the side with a tilt of his head “Hmmmmm, No, thank you. I’m actually quite comfortable here”
Vox’s eyes widen and he smirks as he sees his opportunity…
“Well too damn bad”
His cables suddenly snake around Alastor’s bindings, undoing them before lifting Alastor out of the chair and tossing him onto the nearby couch where Velvette and Valentino were previously sitting.
Alastor’s eyes widen slightly as Vox climbs on top of him, grabbing his arms, pinning them beside his head and straddling his waist.
Alastor, trying to keep his composure, decides to prod at Vox some more. “Really? This is your big plan? Tying me to the couch instead of the chair? Oh you really do care about me, Vox.”
Vox's grin falters slightly, his hands still gripping Alastor's arms tightening. "Shut up,"
Alastor, seeing the chance to regain some power, decides to provoke further. “Hmm, no. Our deal was for me to be your captive, but I don’t have to listen to you”
Vox's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. “I can change the terms anytime I want,"
He leans down closer to Alastor's face, his breath hot against Alastor's lips. "So shut up before I decide to make this really unpleasant for you."
Alastor’s eyes widen slightly, can Vox really do that? He didn’t know about the deal being able to be changed. No, Vox must be bluffing, he just wants to intimidate him. Alastor doesn’t fall for it. His voice rings out once more with that infuriating sound.
“What kind of smoke are you on, Vox!? Changing the terms? You fool, you really think I’m moronic enough to believe you can do that?”
This jab angered Vox. Without warning, he releases one of Alastor's arms and grabs him by his hair instead, sending a massive wave of electricity through the radio demon’s body. The sound echoes through the room.
Alastor writhes a bit from the sudden shock, still twitching here and there from the electrocution. He blinks slowly, his expression unchanging as he turns his gaze back towards Vox. The TV demon’s smirk returns as he leans forward. "Believe whatever you want," He suddenly runs his fingers through Alastor's, slightly smoking, hair. Lightly stroking the hybrid deer’s ears.
Alastor didn’t expect this touch, his eyes widen slightly and his ear involuntarily twitches, not from the shock this time.
Vox's smile grows wider at Alastor's reaction, he brings his free hand to Alastor’s face, his thumb brushing against the radio overlord’s cheekbone, slightly blushing. "You know what? I think I like this game,"
He murmurs sweetly before he catches himself being soft. His expression suddenly shifts into something more serious. "But let me make one thing clear...” Vox leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a low, threatening whisper.
"If you keep talking back like that, I might just decide to make this really fucking unpleasant for you. Understand?" His hand tightens in Alastor's hair slightly.
Alastor's eyes narrow at Vox's words, his smirk never fading. He tilts his head back slightly to maintain eye contact. "And what makes you think I'd care?" he replies calmly. "You've already electrocuted me before, think I won’t be prepared for your next pathetic move?”
Vox's eyes flash with anger and something else, something darker. He releases Alastor's hair suddenly and grabs his wrists instead, yanking them up above his head and holding them there tightly. "You really think I won't do it again?" He leans in even closer. His face is inches from Alastor's now, his breath hot against Alastor's face. He replaces his hands with his cables to hold Alastor’s arms up while his now free hand comes up to grasp Alastor's jaw roughly, forcing him to look up at Vox once more.
"You really want to fucking test me?" He growls softly.
Alastor's eyes flicker down to Vox's lips briefly before meeting his gaze again, his smirk widening slightly. "Maybe I do," he murmurs softly. "Or maybe I just like seeing you lose your temper." His wrists twist slightly in Vox's grasp, not struggling but not submitting either.
Vox's grip on Alastor's wrist tightens painfully, his thumb pressing hard against a pressure point and electrocuting him again, slightly, just enough to make him jolt again. His other hand slides up to wrap around Alastor's throat, not squeezing but applying just enough pressure to make it clear he could. "You really are asking for it," he hisses.
Alastor just grins in his face.
The TV demon’s eyes flash with a dangerous mix of anger and something else, something almost... excited. He suddenly releases Alastor's jaw and throat, grabbing his shoulders instead and begins to press his body more against Alastor’s.
"Fine," he snaps. "You want to see me lose my temper? You want to see how far I'll really go?" His body is pressed against The Radio demon, his face inches away. His free hand suddenly reaches out, grabbing the front of Alastor's shirt and tearing it open with his mechanical claws, buttons scattering.
Alastor’s eyes widen slightly at being exposed like that. Vox's eyes however roam over Alastor's bare chest hungrily, somewhat unbelieving that he’s finally this close to him. His hand splays out against Alastor's sternum in awe, wincing a bit as he sees his stitched up angelic wound once more.
Vox catches himself blushing and… caring again? He quickly shakes his head to dispel the fuzzy thoughts.
He leans down, now instead planning to sink his teeth into the skin just above Alastor's heart, wanting to bite hard enough to leave a worse mark than an archangel could ever dream of. He growls against Alastor's skin, bringing his face closer to his chest.
Suddenly, Vox pauses, his screen still against Alastor's sternum as he realizes a minor flaw in his plan.
He pulls back slightly, his hand still gripping Alastor's ripped shirt as he realizes his embarrassing mistake. His expression shifts from angry to confused and slightly ashamed.
"Right..." Vox's hand releases Alastor's shirt abruptly as he gets off Alastor and steps back, still keeping him tied up with his cables.
Running his hand across the top of his screen frustratedly, his TV head flickers briefly before stabilizing again. "Fuck" He mutters under breath, realizing that that kind of physical aggression isn't exactly feasible given his unique anatomy.
Alastor really wants to laugh in his face and he probably would if he didn’t know any better but he restrains himself… this time.
Vox's eyes narrow as he remembers this. He steps closer, leaning over Alastor again, electricity crackling atop his screen. His voice drops to a dangerous whisper. "You know what? I can't bite you. But I can hurt you physically in a different manner” his eye flashes again “There are other ways to make you pay." He smirks mischievously.
His smirk widens as he suddenly grabs one of Alastor's legs, lifting it up. One of his cables snake around the ankle before pulling his shoe off, revealing his little hoof foot.
Vox sees this and nearly loses it.
“Ha! Oh Satan, Al! You’ve had hooves this whole time!? No wonder you always got so bitchy when someone mentioned your feet. I simply thought it’s because you had a disgust against feet kinks- but no! It’s because you’ve been protecting a little secret!” Vox gently shakes Alastor’s leg for emphasis. “What other secrets are you hiding, buddy?”
Without warning Vox uses his free hand to lift Alastor’s other leg, allowing his cable to do the same thing it did before. “No more hiding the hooves, Bambi”
Suddenly, Vox throws the legs over his own shoulders. Alastor is now effectively pinned to the couch, his back arching slightly as Vox settles between his legs.
Vox’s smirk gets wider as he gets comfortable, resting one of his hands on Alastor’s inner thigh, while the other stays in the middle, dangerously close to the deer’s groin.
"There we go, now you’re wide open”
Alastor is starting to get worried but he keeps grinning as Vox starts to get more unhinged.
Vox's hands start to wander, one sliding up Alastor's thigh while the other makes its way up and starts to play with the hem of Alastor's pants.
“I wonder Al, could personal touch finally make you lose that shit eating grin?” Vox asks sadistically as his left hand roams across the sensitive inner thigh.
His head tilts slightly, watching Alastor's grin with an almost predatory expression. "Let's test that theory," he murmurs.
Without warning, Vox's hand suddenly undoes Alastor’s zipper and darts into his pants, grabbing hold of him roughly through his undergarments.
He starts to gently squeeze and rub, his movements deliberate and cruelly teasing as he watches Alastor's reaction closely.
The TV overlord’s movements become more insistent, his fingers curling around Alastor through the fabric. He starts to apply pressure to a particularly sensitive spot, his head flickering with amusement as he notices Alastor's smile beginning to falter.
"Smile for me, Alastor," Vox mocks maliciously.
His hand moves faster now, his grip tightening as he starts to stroke his captive more firmly. He leans down slightly, his face inches away from Alastor's as he whispers.
"I can keep doing this until you finally stop smiling, oh I can’t wait to see the look on your face when I break you” Vox’s voice is low and threatening.
Alastor bites his lip, trying to hold back a pathetic groan as Vox's hand continues to work him through the layer of fabric. He meets Vox's gaze directly, his voice coming out steady despite his discomfort.
"You're forgetting one thing, Vox." He pauses deliberately.
Vox's hand pauses briefly, his face flickering with curiosity. He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl.
"Oh yeah? And what's that?" He resumes his movements, his hand sliding along Alastor's length through the soft fabric of his underwear.
Alastor's grin returns, wider than before as he meets Vox's challenging gaze. "You can't exactly make me enjoy this. Did you forget? I don’t feel things that way." His voice is confident, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"So, keep going. It's not like I'll stop smiling anytime soon." He challenges.
Vox's eyes narrow at Alastor's confident response. He increases the pressure and speed of his hand, his fingers wrapping around Alastor's length more firmly through the fabric. "We'll see about that," he growls, his face lighting up with determination.
Alastor lets out a soft gasp as Vox's movements become more intense, his body starting to ache from the touch, ears pinning back but he keeps his smile in place, trying to stay in control. His eyes lock onto Vox's. "Mmm, keep telling yourself that," he teases, slightly breathlessly "I've got all night."
Vox's hand moves relentlessly, his fingers curling around Alastor through the layers of fabric with increasing pressure. His other hand reaches up to grab his chin roughly, forcing him to maintain eye contact. "You're going to regret those words," he promises darkly.
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A few awkward minutes pass as Vox continues his relentless assault, his hand never slowing down. Alastor's smile remains fixed in place, his body growing increasingly sensitive but never reaching climax. Vox's arm begins to ache from the constant motion, but he refuses to stop, driven by pride and frustration.
Vox's hand is now moving mechanically, his arm throbbing with fatigue. Alastor's smile is still there, looking a bit strained but present nonetheless. Vox has yet to break through Alastor's defiant attitude.
“You know what?" Vox slightly growls.
Alastor chuckles slightly, his voice husky from the teasing. "What’s the matter, sweetheart? Running out of steam?" He tilts his head to the side, maintaining eye contact.
Vox grits his teeth, his jaw clenched in annoyance. "I'm not tired," he lies, his arm shaking slightly from exhaustion. "I'm just... changing tactics."
His hand suddenly stops moving, much to Alastor's surprise.
Suddenly Vox gets an idea. An awful one. “You know… I never tried this before, at least… not in this situation..”
Alastor cocks an eyebrow confused at Vox’s words, his arms are beginning to get sore from being held up by Vox’s cables.
Vox continues “You know, I don’t even know if this will work on you but… Why not give it a try”
Alastor is really confused now “Vox, what are you-”
Another cable suddenly shoots out from Vox’s back, gagging Alastor slightly.
“Shh, don’t worry, Al just… trust me”
His eye begins to spin in that hypnotic swirl. Seemingly trying and wanting to see if his hypnosis can work on another overlord since it doesn’t work on Valentino.
Alastor’s eyes widen at what Vox is trying to do, he tries to pull his head away but Vox’s cables snake around him and force his head towards Vox’s screen.
Alastor resorts to shutting his eyes but Vox moves his hand to his face, forcing one of them open. “Don’t shy away now, Al. Just keep your eyes on me”
A few minutes pass, Alastor keeps looking into that hypnotic swirl but, nothing.
Vox stops his hypnosis and looks back at Al who seems the same “Huh” he frowns. Looks like it didn’t work. An overlord can’t hypnotize another overlord.
At least, that’s what Vox thinks, until he lifts his hand from Alastor’s face and unknowingly places his hand on the demon’s groin.
He feels something push against it.
Alastor’s face immediately flushes with embarrassment and… something else?
While Vox stares in awe grabbing at his own head “Holy shit it worked!” He pauses for a bit… “Well, partially, but I’ll take it” he exclaims gleefully
“Haha! Holy shit Al, you’re hard!”
Alastor is bright red, redder than his now torn suit. He can’t believe- what? How? He’s never—
Vox interrupts his thoughts “It’s a good thing too! I was worried I’d have to use one of Val’s love potions to get you going but it seems like my charming stare was enough” he announces proudly.
Alastor is furious, and, turned on? Is this what being turned on is like? What is happening to him?
“Well, it seems like your mind is still intact” he interjects “But your feelings…” he runs a claw across Alastor’s chest “ Those are under my control. Now, let’s have some real fun”
Alastor’s head snaps up as he notices the cameras in the room disabling. Dying one by one. Oh how he wishes he was one of them right now.
Vox gently, suspiciously so lowers Alastor’s legs back onto the couch before one hand goes back to Alastor’s pants, sliding down Alastor's length, while his fingers on his other, hook into the waistband of his pants and undergarments. With a swift movement, he tears them off his lean body, exposing Alastor completely.
Alastor’s eyes widen as his red little deer tail suddenly pops out.
Vox's jaw drops and his eyes immediately zero in on the sudden appearance of Alastor's tail, his face flickering with newfound interest and disbelief. The tail is small, fluffy, and endearingly wags back and forth subconsciously. "Well, well... What have we here? Another secret you’ve been keeping, Al?"
He reaches out tentatively, his fingers brushing against the soft fur of Alastor's tail. Alastor's smile remains in place, but his ears twitch slightly at the unexpected contact.
Vox wraps his hand around the base of the tail, giving it a gentle tug. "So cute..."
Vox can’t help but just start petting it, to him it’s actually adorable. “And to think! I told all of hell that you DIDN’T have a tail!” Vox laughs to himself as he continues to rake his claws through the ball of fluff. He smooths the fur down with care before lowering his voice “You know, I think it would be in both of our best interests to keep this between us, it can be our little secret…”
The TV overlord’s eyes gleam with glee as he plays with the fluffy appendage, a new idea suddenly hits him, his TV face flickering with mischief and excitement.
He starts to stroke Alastor's tail gently, watching the little deer ears twitch and the tail wag in response.
"You know what would be even cuter?" Vox asks.
“Hmm?" Alastor tilts his head slightly, his ears folding back as he looks at Vox with curiosity. His tail wags slowly, the tip brushing against Vox's hand. "What's that?" His voice is soft, his guard momentarily lowered due to the gentle petting on his sensitive tail.
Vox leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If I tied your cute little tail to the bedpost, it would be wagging nonstop while I fuck you senseless. Wouldn't that be adorable?" He smiles wickedly, his eyes shining with amusement.
Alastor blinks, slowly processing Vox's words. For a moment, his expression remains calm and curious, but then his smile falters slightly as he realizes the implications. His ears fold back even more, and his tail stops wagging.
"That... would be quite embarrassing," He quietly admitted, still trying to keep his grin on.
Vox chuckles, his fingers continuing to pet Alastor's tail gently. He notices the slight hesitation in Alastor's smile and decides to push his luck.
“Aw, come on. It would be so cute. Your tail wagging like crazy while I pound into your pretty little hole."
Alastor’s asexual mind is screaming right now and colliding with the partially hypnotized part of him.
Vox, oblivious to Alastor's internal struggle, grins wickedly and uses one of his cables to bring the rope he previously bound Alastor to the chair with to him.
He tries to tie one end around the base of Alastor's tail, but he needs Alastor to lean over a bit to get better access to his fluffy appendage "Lift your hips," Vox orders.
Al’s eyes narrow as he refuses, his smile looking more forced, teeth tightly clenched. He’s not going to be commanded around like a stray dog by an overgrown, delusional and disgustingly egotistical TV.
Vox pauses, noticing Alastor's sudden stiffness and the forced quality of his smile.
He's starting to realize he might be pushing too hard, one part of him that still cares about Alastor wants to stop, but his competitive streak won't let him back down.
"Al, come on, baby." Vox leans down, his face inches from Alastor's. He can see the strain on Alastor's face, the unnatural tightness of his smile. Vox's heart races as his vindictive side realizes this might be the moment Alastor breaks. He decides to double down…
Vox's voice drops to a low growl, his eyes narrowing in determination. "Lift your fucking hips, Alastor. Or I'll make it so much worse for you later." He emphasizes by slightly pressing on his groin.
Alastor's eyes widen slightly at Vox's threat, his forced smile beginning to crack. His mind is racing, torn between his stubborn pride and his growing discomfort. After a long, tense moment, Alastor slowly lifts his hips, his face twisting into a mix of embarrassment and resentment.
"Fuck you," he hisses under his breath.
Vox is pleased with the outcome and wastes no time. Using the rope from earlier, he ties up Alastor’s tail, checking that the knot is secure but not too tight. He watches as the rope slightly moves with Alastor’s twitching tail.
“There we go, now you might actually be easier to handle” Vox laughs “Now then… how’s about me and you get out of this stuffy room and move somewhere more… private”
Alastor’s ears shoot straight up and his eyes widen. He begins laughing frantically, not out of joy or cruelty but out of genuine worry. “Hahahah! Vox! Y- you can’t be serious!? Right? Old pal…?”
Before Alastor can fight back or protest, Vox’s cables release his arms, scooping him up and placing him into Vox’s arms. He begins carrying the deer to his own bedroom. Moving across secret, not well known and unmonitored corridors to not be seen. After all, Alastor isn’t exactly decent right now and he doesn’t need his employees or anyone else seeing this. No, this sight is only for him…
Once they reach Vox’s headquarters, he moves to his bed and tosses him unceremoniously onto the mattress, making sure the tail is dangling over the edge.
Alastor lands on the mattress with a thump trying to sit up as Vox ties the other end of the rope to the bedpost, securing it with a tight knot. The tail now effectively bound to the bedpost.
As he keeps struggling to sit up, his tail wags involuntarily, betraying his embarrassment.
Vox smirks, clearly pleased with his handiwork. "Perfect,"
He throws off his jacket and shirt, leaving him in only his pants, and crawls onto the bed, positioning himself between Alastor’s legs, spreading them open once more.
He reaches out, grabbing Alastor's tied tail and giving it a gentle tug. "There we go. Now you can't escape, can you Bambi?"
Alastor's eyes flash with anger and humiliation as Vox tugs on his tail. He tries to kick out at him, pulling his leg towards himself before launching it at Vox with his heel aiming at the screen.
Vox easily counters by gripping Alastor’s legs with his wires, and holding them up again. He slaps the inner thigh warningly.
Vox's smile darkens as he sees the fight in Alastor's eyes. He knows this is going to be a battle of wills, and he loves it. He spreads Alastor's legs wider, making him even more vulnerable and exposed.
Alastor's breath hitches at Vox’s actions, eyes growing wider as Vox begins to rub his inner thighs.
Alastor’s tail twitches nervously behind him, the rope digging into his skin slightly. "Vox..." he warns darkly.
Vox ignores the warning in Alastor's voice, instead choosing to revel in the power dynamic shift.
"Don’t act like you don’t like this, I can see you’re starting to get wet." He quips, noticing how Alastor is beginning to involuntarily leak precum “I wonder however… How would you react if I rubbed… somewhere else?” he challenges, his hand slowly inching down Alastor's thigh.
Alastor's entire body tenses as Vox's hand inches closer to his exposed parts. His tail wags wildly behind him despite his best efforts to control it. Vox's smirk widens at the sight. "Look at that tail go," he teases cruelly.
Vox presses a finger against Alastor's opening without warning, starting to gently rub the entrance.
Alastor jerks away instinctively but the rope holds him in place. He lets out a surprised yelp, his face flushing with humiliation and anger, grin still plastered on.
"Ah ah ah," Vox tuts, pressing his finger harder against the ring of muscle.
Alastor's hands are clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles white from gripping the sheets tightly. Vox notices this and decides to test Alastor further.
“You know what's funny?" Vox presses his finger harder against Alastor's anus. "Your arms are totally free, but you're just lying there letting me finger your little puppy hole."
Alastor's face twitches with anger at the degrading comment. His tail stops wagging and instead stiffens behind him. He finally uses his free arms to push himself up slightly, his voice low and dangerous.
"Say that again and see what happens,” Alastor’s eyes begin to glow bright red with his pupils changing to radio symbols as he snarls.
Vox's eyes widen slightly at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. He sees the red symbols glowing around Alastor's irises and realizes he might have pushed too far. Nonetheless, he decides to double down once more, his competitive nature flaring up.
"You know what?" He smirks as he pushes Alastor back down with his free hand, his finger starting to slightly penetrate.
"I think I’m gonna call it your 'bitch hole' instead. That better?” Vox laughs with a smug chuckle, purposefully using the most derogatory term he can think of. He knows Alastor hates being called names like that during moments like these.
Alastor's eyes flash brighter red, the radio symbols pulsing violently. He looks genuinely angry now, not just unwillingly turned on and annoyed.
His free hands ball into fists, trembling slightly with restraint. "I'm going to tear your head off your fucking body," he growls.
Vox throws his head back with more laughter, deliberately provoking Alastor further. He knows that pushing someone's buttons is a great way to make them lose control, and right now, Alastor is teetering on the edge.
"Haha! Oh, there's the angry fawn I love,"
Alastor is too busy seething with rage at the derogatory term to notice the implications of that comment. Vox sees that he’s really getting under Alastor’s skin now and it feels so damn good! Finally! The script has flipped! He’s the one in control, and he’s not about to let it go.
“You know what they say about angry little fawns, Al?" Vox grins wickedly, his mind racing with dirty jokes and insults he can throw Alastor's way. He's deliberately trying to make him snap. His finger presses deeper against Alastor's rectum teasingly. He sees the rage in Alastor’s eyes dissipating a bit from the intrusion, eyes widening in worry instead of narrowing in wrath. He smoothly starts to twist the knife further…
"...That they're easy to hunt… and fuck." Vox says simply, his words like a slap in the face. He expects Alastor to snap, to growl and lunge like the predator he is.
Instead, Alastor freezes, his eyes widening slightly more before they turn deadly again.
He’s still angry but his grin widens as he sees his opportunity to get a semblance of control back. He blinks his eyes going back to normal before he corrects Vox.
“That sentence is wrong on so many levels, Vox”.
“Ha! Says the sociopathic radio demon!?” Vox exclaims, anger starting to creep into his tone. Alastor, not one to back down, adds:
“And frankly illogical as well! If I am to be honest. I mean, I knew you weren’t exactly the brightest, Vox. But I didn’t think it was this bad!” He laughs before continuing “Maybe before you spew nonsense like that again, you’ll think a little more next time, hm? Just some advice from a friend” his grin grows wider.
Vox’s eyes narrow at that cocky little grin of Alastor’s but he doesn’t let himself get provoked. Instead, His smirk widens into a grin of his own when he realizes Alastor has corrected him with a smile. He realizes that Alastor is playing along, trying to provoke him back. The game has officially begun.
"Oh, really now?" Vox leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, challenging tone. "Enlighten me then, my precious little venison. What's wrong with that statement?" His finger continues to tease Alastor's anus, but his focus is now solely on the verbal sparring.
Alastor takes a deep breath before speaking, his voice dripping with condescension. "First of all, I'm not a fawn” His voice crackles with static at the word, “Second of all, even if I was, that would make absolutely no sense. A hunter doesn't fuck the prey they hunt you moron. That's ridiculous!”
Vox laughs, a genuine sound that contrasts with his usual mocking tone, he’s starting to like where this is going. "Well, well... looks like someone has a problem with being compared to a cute, innocent creature. And as for the hunting part... who's to say?" He leans in even closer.
Vox notices the sudden tension in Alastor's posture and realizes he might have hit a nerve. His own smirk fades slightly as he remembers the circumstances of Alastor's death.
Quickly regaining his sadistic grin, he decides to slowly twist the knife further, out of pure cruelty and slight curiosity.
"You know what's funny?" Vox says, his voice low and almost sympathetic, which makes his next words all the more damaging. "That you hate being called a fawn so much, when that's basically what you look like now! A beautiful, fragile little deer."
Alastor is seething now.
"Come to think of it... you did die like a little deer, didn't you?" Vox adds mockingly, his finger pressing harder against Alastor's ass. He's purposefully provoking Alastor's trauma, trying to get a rise out of him.
“Shot down like the pathetic prey you were."
Alastor's eyes flash with pure rage and pain, eyes going black and the red symbols glowing violently once more. He hisses, his tail whipping behind him angrily. Vox's words have struck deep, hitting his insecurities and trauma head-on.
"Shut up," Alastor growls,
Vox just laughs, a cold, mocking sound. He's enjoying this far too much, pushing Alastor's buttons with malicious delight. "Make me," he challenges, voice low, his finger pushes against Alastor's anus rhythmically, going in and out as he tries to get more reactions out of the deer hybrid.
Alastor is not enjoying this and is trying desperately to move away or even push Vox’s hand away with his free hands. Tail still twitching against the bed.
Vox sees Alastor trying to move away and tightens one of his cords against his wrist wickedly. Pulling him forward and pushing his finger deeper into Alastor's anus without warning.
Alastor gasps and stiffens. Eyes changing back but for the wrong reasons. He’s now struggling profusely, trying to get the fuck away from the TV demon.
“Stop fucking moving," Vox snaps, his tone turning genuinely angry now. He's enjoying Alastor's discomfort, but it's mixed with frustration that his usual tactics aren't working even with the partial hypnosis. "I'm trying to have a conversation here while I tear into your stupid deer ass!"
Alastor glares at Vox with pure hatred, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the combination of pain and humiliation. He hates how aroused he’s getting, he wants it to stop.
Vox sees the tears welling up and smirks cruelly, "Aww, is the little deer getting upset?" He pushes his finger in deeper….
Alastor bites back a moan, his body shaking with anger and unfortunate arousal.
Suddenly, Vox pulls his finger out completely and stands up abruptly. "You know what?" He snaps,
"This is fucking boring. I thought you'd be more fun to break, Al."
Alastor can’t believe it, is Vox getting bored of him already? Will he finally be spared? He blinks away the tears that welled up, hoping that it’s finally gonna be over soon. Maybe he’ll finally go back to normal—
Vox however grabs a bottle of lube off the nearby side table and squirts some onto his palm, rubbing it between his fingers dismissively. He’s clearly not done.
"Fine, if you're gonna be a bitch about it..."
He sits back, letting his cables grab Alastor's hips and flip him over roughly, pressing his face into the pillow.
Before Alastor can even react, Vox is leaning over his rear, forcing two fingers into his anus, pushing them deep without any preparation or care.
"I'll just use you like the ass up fucktoy you are," he growls maliciously.
Alastor holds back the urge to scream into the pillow, his body tensing up as Vox's rough, lubed fingers tear him open. The sudden intrusion is painful and humiliating, and good… but wrong! So wrong… just like Vox intended. He drips even more onto the mattress as he’s forcefully held in place, completely powerless. "Fuck..." he moans.
Vox adds a third finger without warning, scissoring them brutally to stretch Alastor out. "God, you're fucking tight," he says disparagingly. "And whiny as hell. No wonder no one wanted your stupid deer ass."
Al whimpers, his body shaking with pleasure. He hates this, he hates Vox, he hates everything about this situation. He hates how good it feels… He can feel himself on the edge of release, but he needs help to get there. It’s getting so unbearable that he’s even considering.. ugh, begging!
Suddenly, there's a loud knock at the door, and Valentino's voice calls out. "Voxiii!"
Vox freezes for a moment before pulling his fingers out abruptly. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, wiping Alastor’s fluids against the deer’s fur. "One second, Val!" He calls out calmly despite his inner frustration. Looking down at Alastor's torn up ass, he smirks cruelly.
"Let's play a little game," he whispers, pressing his thumb against the entrance of Alastor's sensitive hole, making him “perk up” again. "If you make a single noise while I'm talking to Val, I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget your own name. Got it?" Vox’s eye flickers to emphasize his point.
Alastor nods frantically, somewhat relieved and mad at the interruption.
“One more thing though…” Vox whispers before flipping Alastor onto his back with his cables. He binds Alastor’s hands down against his torso now with his cables, ensuring he can't move. He detached the cords from himself before covering Alastor completely with the blanket he had nearby to hide him.
Vox grabs his own shirt from the floor, putting it on and turning to open the door for Valentino. He quickly pushes his jacket under the bed with his foot before opening the door with a casual smile. "What's up?" He asks nonchalantly.
Valentino steps inside, having to crouch a bit to get through the door. He looks around curiously. "Just checking on you. You've been in here for a while, you know" He then looks at the disheveled bed and raises an eyebrow. "Alone, I assume?"
“Yep, just taking care of some personal stuff," Vox lies smoothly, crossing his arms casually over his chest to hide any signs of arousal or the fact that his hands are still wet with lube and other… liquids. "You know how it is."
Valentino nods, seeming to buy the explanation. He walks further into the room, his eyes scanning everything. Suddenly, he notices the blanket covering Alastor and his curiosity is piqued. Gesturing to the bed he abruptly asks "What's under the blanket?" While walking further into the room.
Vox stiffens slightly at the question, his heart racing. He knows Valentino has been jealous and suspicious of him and Alastor, and the last thing he needs is for him to find Alastor tied up and used.
“Nothing, just some… laundry," he says with a sadistic smirk as he remembers what he did to Al just moments ago. He snaps back to and looks back at Valentino with his signature cocky smile.
Valentino raises an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. His top arms cross and his lower arms reach out to pull the blanket away, but Vox quickly steps in front of him, blocking his path and accidentally pressing on the Radio Demon’s stomach as he leans on the bed, trying to keep the blanket down.
Alastor is starting to come off the hypnosis now that he’s not being actively stimulated, the urges quickly dying down. He remembers Vox’s threat, so when Vox accidentally presses on his stomach he forces himself to not make a single sound, even though the pressure is quite uncomfortable.
"Seriously, it's nothing important," Vox says, trying to deflect Valentino's attention.
Valentino's jealousy flares up and he grabs Vox's arm roughly with one of his bottom arms. "Move," he demands. "I want to see what's under there." He tries to push past Vox, who suddenly looks desperate and annoyed.
"Val, fuck off!" Vox says with TV static and flashing his hypnosis eye, seemingly forgetting that it doesn’t work on Valentino. Probably because he’s half blind.
In his desperation, Vox accidentally presses down too hard on Alastor's stomach, making the Radio Demon let out a soft, muffled bleat of pain beneath the blanket, despite him trying his best not to.
Valentino freezes and tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. "What the fuck was that?" he asks darkly. "Vox?"
Valentino's hand reaches out to grab the blanket again, pushing Vox away with more force this time. Before Vox can stop him, he pulls the blanket off completely, revealing Alastor bound and helpless on the bed. Valentino's eyes widen in shock and jealousy turns to pure rage.
“Val—" Vox starts, but Valentino cuts him off with a backhand across the face, making Vox’s screen momentarily flicker. He storms over to the bed and grabs one of Alastor's antlers, pulling his head up roughly before turning back to Vox. "You've been fucking him this whole time, haven't you?"
Alastor whimpers in pain as his head is yanked back, frustration welling up in his eyes from being mishandled again, his shadow behind him betraying his pain. Valentino's face is red with anger, his grip on Alastor's antler tight.
Vox stands there stunned for a moment before quickly composing himself and stepping forward. "Valentino, calm down,"
He tries to pry Valentino's hand off Alastor, but Valentino shoves him back again. "Don't fucking touch me," he growls. "You've been fucking this pretty little demon behind my back this whole time, haven’t you! And you didn’t even call me to let me film it!” He whines slightly.
Alastor flinches at Valentino's grip on his antler, his eyes flicking between the two overlords with fear.
He swallows hard as Valentino's anger fills the room, his antler now a bit crooked from where Valentino had grabbed it. "Answer me VOX!" Valentino shouts.
Vox takes a deep breath, trying to diffuse the situation. "Valentino, listen—" He starts, but Valentino interrupts him again.
"Cierra la puta boca!!" He sneers. "You've been lying to me this whole time! Oh no Val, I don’t have feelings for the radio demon, you know you’re the only man for me, I’m totally over him!” Valentino mocks, his jealousy consuming him
Vox defends himself “You’re one to talk Val! You fuck whores left and right and you don’t see me complaining!”
Valentino looks like he got slapped across the face even though it was the other way around
“Are you SERIOUS VOX!? YOU KNOW THAT’S MY JOB! You know I don’t feel the same toward them as I do towards you! Estas jodidamente serio?!” Valentino curses
Vox tries to step in again but Valentino stops him by tightening his grip on Alastor’s antler,
“And you said you were over him! Said that I was the only one that mattered! But the whole time you’ve been after THIS slut!” He pulls Alastor harder by his antlers, pulling him up more.
He turns his attention back to Alastor now. "And you, little demon," He hisses. "You've been spreading your legs for this fucking traitor, haven’t you?"
Alastor opens his mouth to speak, but Valentino cuts him off violently.
"Shut up! I don't want to hear your whorish excuses!" He pulls Alastor's head back even further, making him gag. “I should just snap your neck right here, right now, then you won’t be a problem anymore…” he snarls.
Vox watches in horror as Valentino loses control, his anger and jealousy consuming him completely.
Alastor gasps for air, his face turning red as Valentino continues to pull his antler back. It starts to creak like it’s close to breaking.
"Valentino, stop it! You're hurting him!" Vox yells out with worry.
Valentino ignores Vox, his focus solely on Alastor. He releases his antler suddenly, causing Alastor to fall backward onto the bed, coughing and gagging.
Valentino grabs a handful of Alastor's hair instead and slams his face down sidewaysonto the mattress, holding him there.
"Answer me one fucking thing PEDAZO DE MIERDA!" Valentino snarls, pulling Alastor’s head back and slamming his face back into the mattress.
"How many times did this traitor put his dick in you?" He growls menacingly.
Only messed up radio static comes from Alastor as he struggles against Valentino.
The moth demon waits for a response, his grip on Alastor's hair tightening painfully. When only static comes out, his anger reaches a boiling point. He pulls Alastor's head back and slams it down onto the mattress repeatedly, as if trying to knock the answer out of him.
"RESPONDE, PUTA!" Valentino exclaims as he starts to climb on top of him straddling his waist and using his bottom arms to grab Alastor’s ripped up vest.
Alastor's smile doesn't fade despite his indignity, which only seems to enrage Valentino more.
"Smile all you want, perra," He sneers,
He releases Alastor's hair briefly, only to slap him hard across the face. "How many. Fucking. Times." He growls, grabbing Alastor's hair again and pulling it up again. "Did. This. Fucker. Fuck. You."
Valentino’s hand grips Alastor's hair once more as he waits for the answer, his chest heaving with anger.
When Alastor finally speaks, the words come out in a mix of static and groans. "We... haven't..."
Valentino's face contorts with jealousy and unfulfilled rage. He releases Alastor's hair abruptly, causing his head to hit the mattress with a thud. He leans down, his face inches from Alastor's. "So you want him to fuck you, huh?"
Valentino's eyes narrow dangerously, his breath hot against Alastor's face. "Is that why you're smiling, you little bitch? Because you're hoping this fucking traitor will spread your whore legs and fuck you senseless?" He pokes at Alastor with his free hand, his voice dropping to a low growl.
Alastor is visibly uncomfortable from the statement. Valentino notices the subtle shift in Alastor's expression, the slight wrinkling of his nose at the mention of being fucked. It's a small detail, but it's enough for Valentino to realize that Alastor might not actually want to be fucked by Vox, at least not when he’s not being controlled.
A cruel smile spreads across Valentino's face as he realizes this. He releases Alastor's hair completely, "So you don't want Vox to fuck you, huh?" He says mockingly, his anger suddenly replaced with sadistic curiosity.
Valentino leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low growl. "You know what I think? I think you're just saying that to get out of this mess! That you'd actually love it if Vox bent you over right now and fucked. you. raw! He slams Alastor’s head against the mattress one more time for emphasis, “I think you're a little slut!” He grabs the front of Alastor’s unbuttoned shirt with his top hand now, pulling him closer “Who would spread his legs for anyone who gives him attention."
Valentino's jealousy and possessiveness boil over, his fingers curling around both of Alastor’s antlers now, starting to put pressure on them, fully intending to break them.
Vox’s hands suddenly shoots out as he yells out “VAL, Stop!… I- It’s true…”
Valentino pauses and looks over his shoulder at Vox shouting out, stopping him just in time. Confusion and anger war in his eyes. "What?" He snaps, his hands still curled around Alastor’s antlers putting a bit more pressure on them, making them groan.
Vox steps forward urgently, his cords shooting out once more to grab Valentino’s wrists, squeezing slightly so he’d let up "Val, listen to me—Alastor's asexual. He genuinely doesn't want to fuck or be fucked by anyone." He says rapidly, "Let him go," He orders softly.
Vox’s cords release Valentino's hands and Valentino finally lets go which makes Alastor, much to his chagrin, sigh in relief.
Valentino’s expression turns from rage to something more complex— still jealousy, but mixed with confusion. "He's... what?" He asks through gritted teeth. "Asexual?"
Valentino blinks, clearly unfamiliar with the term. He looks between Vox and Alastor, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What the fuck does that even mean?" He demands, his voice still rough with anger but now tinged with curiosity. "He doesn't like sex? That’s ridiculous!” The moth demon chuckles.
Vox sighs, grabbing the top of his head with his hand. "It means” Vox’s screen flickers again before settling down, “That he doesn't experience sexual attraction, Val. He doesn't want to have sex with anyone—not you, not me, not anyone." He explains patiently, knowing Valentino's understanding of sexuality is pretty fucking basic. He just knows gay and straight, that’s it.
Valentino's expression darkens, his confusion and slight disgust flaring up again at the thought that Alastor doesn't want anyone in that way. "So he doesn't actually want you!?" He snarls, starting to get off Alastor but still gesturing at him. "He's just a fucking prude who doesn't like sucking or getting his dick sucked!?" Valentino looks genuinely disgusted at the idea of someone NOT liking sex.
Vox steps forward, planning to block the path once Valentino fully gets off the bed. "Yes! That’s what asexual means, Val.” He explains firmly, his voice growing slightly annoyed trying to get it through the moth demon’s thick skull.
Valentino's face contorts with frustration and disbelief. As he fully gets off the bed allowing Vox to slowly approach him "So he's just... incapable of fucking or wanting to fuck?" He asks, his voice dripping with skepticism. "… That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He scoffs, and pushes at the Radio demon a bit to get the prude away from him which makes Alastor shoot Valentino one of his deadly glares before settling down.
Valentino's confusion deepens even more as he looks back at Alastor, his mind racing with unanswered questions. He points accusingly at Alastor's bound state and the lube. "Wait! But then why is he like this?! Tied up, pants off, covered in fucking lube?!"
Vox looks away, rubbing his neck with an awkward smile "Well I may or may not have been trying to 'fix' him."
Valentino just blinks at him.
Vox continues, his cheeks flushing slightly. "You know, make him less 'asexual'. So he might actually be useful in bed." He glances back at Alastor, who is staring blankly up at the ceiling still with a grin on his face but a far more strained one than before. "Obviously didn't work." He mutters.
Valentino's eyes widen in disbelief and anger. "You were trying to force him to have sex?! With lube and everything?!" He roars, taking a step closer to Vox threateningly.
Vox holds his hands up defensively, taking a step back as Valentino approaches him “That is…” Valentino drawls…
“The HOTTEST thing you’ve ever done! Valentino exclaims with a wide smile and effeminate pose.
Vox's eyes widen in confusion as Valentino suddenly shifts from anger to excitement.
"Wait... what? You're... okay with this?" He asks carefully, his brow furrowed in bewilderment. "You’re not mad? That I tried to force an asexual demon to have sex!?”
Valentino shrugs, still grinning widely. "Oh Voxi! It’s clear you don’t know me at all! I am most absolutely not mad! This is like... the kinkiest thing you've ever done!" Valentino says with a seductive sway of his hips.
He glances back at Alastor's bound form with clear interest. "Trying to 'break' an asexual demon?" Valentino turns back to Vox, his eyes shining with excitement. "Fuck, Vox... that's so hot. You tied him up and tried to make him have sex, even though he clearly didn’t want to!" He steps closer to Vox, leaning down to be eye level with him, his voice lowering to a whisper as he toys with the hem of Vox’s shirt. "So… Did you actually get to fuck him?"
Vox shakes his head. "No, I didn't. I was just about to... when you showed up." He runs a hand on the top of his screen nervously. "And before you ask, yes, I was going to force myself on him if necessary." He admits bluntly and with a small hint of pride.
Valentino swallows hard, his eyes darkening with desire, biting his lower lip as he takes in Vox's confession.
"Fuck me... You were really going to rape an asexual demon." He whispers, his cock stirring noticeably in his pants. "That's so fucking dark and kinky..." he moans.
Vox tilts his head, still clearly confused by Valentino's reaction. He looks between Valentino's face and his obvious erection, his brow furrowing. "Val... you're getting turned on by this? I- aren’t you mad I was about to fuck the Radio Demon!?” He asks, as if making sure.
Valentino chuckles darkly, stepping even closer to Vox so their bodies are almost touching. "I was a little mad, sure, but after learning that you were just doing it as a sick experiment in conversion, I no longer care! I am so fucking turned on right now!”
He admits bluntly, before resting his bottom arms on Vox's hips. "You were about to force yourself on a demon who clearly doesn't want to fuck in hopes to make him want it!”
Valentino laughs out loud, slightly covering his mouth with his top hand. He then leans in so his lips are almost brushing against the side of Vox's screen "That's so fucking hot... You were going to take him, whether he wanted it or not." He whispers darkly, his hands squeezing Vox's hips possessively.
Vox's breath hitches as Valentino whispers in his ear, his confusion slowly morphing into arousal. He starts to play along with the dominant role Valentino is pushing him into. Lowering his voice into a more seductive tone… "Yeah… An experiment… I was going to fuck him raw."
Valentino growls approvingly, his hands sliding down to grab Vox's ass. "Fuck yes... You were going to break that poor demon’s ass wide open." His eyes flick to Alastor still bound on the bed. “Tell me the details! Did it work?”
Vox nods, his voice coming out rougher than before. "It might have a bit, turns out he isn’t that hard to break, I just need” he stops for a second to glance back at Alastor who is clearly contemplating afterlife. “More time with him…” Vox drawls
He turns his gaze back to Valentino “And you're getting off on that? The idea of me raping him?" He asks, his hands coming up to grip Valentino's biceps possessively. "You're a sick fuck, Valentino..."
Valentino laughs darkly, his hips pressing against Vox's. "Guilty~~. The idea of you forcing yourself on that cold, uninterested demon has me so fucking hard." He admits, his voice low and husky.
As the tension between them builds, Valentino leans down and starts to kiss and run his tongue across Vox’s neck and jaw, possessively marking him. Vox throws a glance over his shoulder at Alastor, making sure the radio demon can see exactly what's happening. "You like that idea? Me taking what I want?"
Valentino groans softly, his hands tightening on Vox's ass as he kisses Vox’s neck. "Fuck yes... I love the idea of you being so brutal and barbaric!" He moans slightly.
Vox smirks, his hands moving to unbutton Valentino's shirt slowly, deliberately teasing.
"And what if I told you I want to do the same thing to you sometime? Force myself on that pretty little ass of yours?" He whispers, loudly enough for Alastor to hear though.
Valentino swallows hard, his cock throbbing at the suggestion. He nods eagerly. "Fuck yes... I'd love it."
He leans in to kiss Vox deeply while Alastor watches, helplessly bound on the bed. "I'd let you use my holes however you want..."
Vox breaks the kiss, his breathing heavy. He reaches down to firmly squeeze Valentino's cock through his pants, making sure Alastor sees the intimate touch. "You'd let me fuck your mouth and choke you on my dick? Even if I didn't ask nicely?"
Valentino nods, his eyes dark with desire. "Yeah... fuck yeah. I'd love it if you forced your hard cock down my throat without even asking. Use me however you want." He admits, groaning aloud.
Vox chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the power trip. He releases Valentino's crotch and steps back, unbuckling his own belt slowly. "You know what? I think I might just do that right now." He looks pointedly at Alastor.
Valentino nods quickly, eager to be used before remembering something.
“But what about your little deer toy?” He gestures at Alastor still bound on the bed “Didn’t you say you needed more time with him or something?” Valentino claims with a roll of his eyes, jealousy creeping back into his tone.
Vox picks up on this and immediately latches on, not letting Valentino fall into passionate envy again, he grabs Valentino’s open shirt and pulls him closer. “Oh don’t worry about him, I’m sure he can handle himself while we have… fun” Vox whispers to Valentino seductively. “Besides” he continues “I’m sure ol’ Al here could use a break. I wasn’t exactly gentle with him”
This turns Valentino on even more “Oh I love it when you’re so cruel and vindictive! Es muy atractivo… I bet you made him so sore~”
Vox grins at the dark fantasy with Alastor but forces himself to focus on Val.
Valentino spreads his own legs slightly, not noticing Vox slightly zoning out as Valentino imagines Vox forcing himself on him. "So... are you gonna force feed me your dick or what?"
Vox smirks darkly at Valentino's eagerness. "Yeah, I'm gonna use your mouth right now." He starts pulling down his pants and underwear, pushing Val onto his knees, not bothering with foreplay. "Keep those hands behind your back and open wide."
As Vox and Val “get it on” Alastor watches with one eye twitching as Vox starts to force Valentino to give him a blowjob.
Looking down, Al sees the blanket that was over him just minutes ago. He reaches over with his little hoof foot and tries to pull the blanket up. After a few tries he gets a good grip on it, pulling it up and by using his legs, covers himself completely with it so he doesn't have to watch. At least now he only has to hear them and not see them.
Vox grabs a handful of Valentino's fluff, forcing him to take more of his dick as he fucks his mouth roughly. Valentino gags and moans loudly as he gets used, "Take it all, you little slut," Vox growls with a huge grin on his face. As Valentino moans with pleasure around his cock.
Alastor just sighs and rolls onto his side. He can’t wait for this to be over, but he still hasn’t stopped smiling.
Better luck next time, old pal…