Al: of course, chèr. *pats the cushion beside him*
She zooms over, leaping onto the couch before rubbing her face over his chest. When finished she crawls into his lap, wriggling and resettling until comfortably situated. Her tail curls around them both and Alastor steels himself for an omega cuddle nap.
An hour or two later
Y/N: *yawning and stretching* ugh! That was wonderful, Al. Thank you. *presses her nose to his with a happy whine*
Al: *eyebrow twitching* no problem, my dear.
She leaves to do her hotel work, and finally Alastor can release the claws he’d dug into the wood of the armrest.
Al: Whelp! *cracks his knuckles* Time to go kill something!
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Hear me out: Omega!Vox trying to find a way to turn Beta!Alastor into an alpha after being rejected. He's applying outdated gender norms as a reason for it. "Oh, he DEFINITELY wouldn't have turned me down if he were MY ALPHA"
Said demon looked up from his paper to Y/N, curious and attentive. “Of course dear. What’s playin’ on that mind?”
“What do you intend to do with me?”
The question was frank, as she was with everything- a characteristic he quite appreciated in a demon. Taking a moment, he considered the question and found that… he had no answer. Aside from her soul (of which she still adamantly refused to give), what did he want from her?
“I see no reason to change your current position. Are you unhappy? Perhaps there is something you’d rather be doing?”
The surprised expression that bloomed on her features did not surprise him. With her behavior as soon as they’d met, he could guess she’d not had much in the way of choice.
“I… I don’t know,” was the only hesitant reply. The demoness looked utterly lost as for what to do; nervous even. “How long do you intend to keep me then?”
“Well, I may not own your soul (at the moment) but as long as you’ll have me, you may consider me your alpha for any and all needs!” He exclaimed, bright and chipper to soothe any worries.
His little vixen knit her brows, ruby hearts studying his face- contemplative. “Forgive me for being blunt, Al, but I do not believe you are fully understanding my concern,” she spoke, tail swishing and curling his way as she sat next to him. He itched to pet, but strategically kept his hands to himself; something told him he was about to get the ol’ ‘hell birds and bees’ talk.
He was not wrong.
“Alastor, you’re not a naïve man. You must know that I require a partner and alpha pheromones through heat cycles. You’ve not even once come to my bed or requested my presence in yours. I find you an admirable demon, but I don’t see how this can even be called a courtship, much less a bond.”
Ah. So, she expected him to desire her romantic and sexual companionship- a bought marriage, of sorts.
Alastor hummed, leaning back against the loveseat as he set his paper on the coffee table. How did he want to proceed here?
“Let me ask you this, sweetheart,” he began, resting his head on his hand. “Do you desire a sexual relationship with me, or anyone else here, perhaps?”
He kept his smile soft, doing his best not to follow the instinct to taunt her miserable state. He’d learned early on that she gave as good as she got in that arena.
Y/N’s studious gaze never left him, silently watching his every action as she considered his words.
“I just don’t get you…”
She looked away with a sigh, and he cocked his head. “What’s not to get? You may ask anything that concerns you, Y/N. I may have claimed you for your soul, but rest assured, I take my responsibilities very seriously,” he soothed. He hadn’t even cracked a single joke (yet)!
“You make me nervous,” she finally replied, and he felt a slight thrill of heat at the admission. Well, that was odd. Not entirely unheard of, but odd nonetheless.
“Is that a good thing, or bad thing?” He leaned incrementally closer, the glow of his gaze tinging her features red.
She finally looked back to him, and he could see his effect instantly. Her breath halted, blue skin tinting purple as her eyes widened. Power filled his being and his smile widened at the sensation- a rare pleasure.
“Bad,” she breathed out, eyes drifting to his lips as she worked to breathe.
“Bad?” He questioned, watching every tick- every tell. Her scent swelled around them, a faint spice floating just under the surface. His nostrils flared; he may not be an alpha, but he knew very well by now the scent of her excitement.
“Alastor…”
“Yes, chér?”
“Do you have a knot?”
“Do I have a…” what now? “I’m uncertain of your meaning, but if you show me, I can get one,” he offered.
Y/N’s body stilled, ears drooping cutely and tail twitching as she deflated, then snorted.
The confused tilt of his head seemed to set off a landmine, snorts devolving into a boisterous laughter.
Was this the first time she’d genuinely laughed with him? He could get used to that sound.
“Forgive me, Al. I mean no offense,” she finally got out, wiping at a stray tear that had leaked out.
“None taken, dear.”
After catching her breath, Y/N explained her meaning, and were his smile not stitched on, it would have fallen quite quickly. He couldn’t say he envied omegas, with everything he continuously learned.
With a small chuckle, Alastor leaned back against the loveseat, resting his head once more on his hand. “I hope you’re not too squeamish, sweetheart,” he warned.
Calling forth a tentacle from the floor, he gave a demonstration of sorts, changing the thickness in specific sections as Y/N’s face slackened in awe.
“That is what you can expect of my anatomy,” he purred, laughter bubbling up as her entire body blushed and she spluttered. She was positively adorable!
“As for pheromones, I believe our resident mad scientist should have that covered when the need arises. We can begin testing as soon as you’d like,” he finished, crossing his legs and tapping a hoof to a rhythm only he heard.
He gave his omega time to process the information, watching the gears turn behind those ruby hearts with fondness. She was too easy to read!
“You’re quite resourceful,” she spoke, earning herself a giggle.
“I am an overlord, darling,” he replied, booping her nose with his free hand.
“So, you’re okay… with being my heat partner. You’re prepared…” Hopeful eyes sparkled up at him, and he grew that much closer to her soul.
Smile wide and sinister, Alastor replied, “of course, my vixen.”
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End of ch. 5
Alastor using his feminine wiles: Can I have your soul, please? uwu
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Ah. It sounded as though his charming ward was rising for the day. She was decidedly not a morning person, he’d learned, and so charged Niffty with her care- a duty the little alpha took on with gusto!
“Now, now, Ms. Y/N! It’s time to wake up! Our friends will be up soon too! It’s time for breakfast!” Niffty chided between crashing sounds.
“Up Y/N! Up!”
More crashing accompanied a loud warning yip until finally he heard a door open and slam shut. Well, if the residents weren’t awake before, they certainly would be now.
With the sound of grumpy, flopping footsteps padding into the kitchen, Alastor turned his head to greet. “Good morning, my dear! Rest well, did you?” He couldn’t help the sinister edge to his grin.
“I hate you,” came the grumbled reply, and his grin widened.
“We can always go back to my method of wake-up call if you wish,” he teased, cocking his head as his eyes narrowed. The resulting growl and swishing tail were answer enough.
“I wish you would just let me fucking sleep.”
“You could sleep more, you know,” he taunted, resting his chin on the bridge of his fingers, eyes glowing as he enjoyed her ire.
“You’re not getting my fucking soul, so stop fucking pushing.”
The vixen stomped over to the coffee pot in a huff, ears pinned as she shot him a deathly glare. You’d think she’d be more receptive by now, but noooo. Why did he have to go and pick the most stubborn omega from the lot again?
‘Because you want strength. You wanted stubborn,’ came a rumbling reply from within. ‘Earned loyalty is far more valuable than bought or forced.’ His shade was unfortunately correct. She’d intrigued him with that defiance in her eyes.
A heady moan caught his attention, and he held back a giggle as Y/N softened- positively adorable. Not that he would tell her that.
“Feel better?” He asked, lifting a brow in amusement.
Leaning against the counter, Y/N held her cup as though it were treasure. “Much.”
Niffty came zooming in at that and proudly saluted to Alastor, earning a grateful pat to the head before she began her cleaning routine for the day. The small demon was truly an afterlife saver- he probably would have given up by now if it weren’t for her!
Thankfully it would seem his newest pet was finally settling in… somewhat. She still kept a weary distance from him, but the first two weeks of sleeping in her own bed- her own room- did wonders for her overall demeanor.
Rising from his seat, he brought his coffee with him to rummage through the cooking utensils, and the vixen joined him, pulling out the rest of what they’d need. His purchase had turned out reasonably fortuitous in that aspect. With the extra guests filling up the hotel, it was lucky she was quite useful in the kitchen.
The two went about their established routine, prepping and cooking in silence as he played his favorite tunes in the background. Two cups of coffee later, the morning residents began tapering in to grab their breakfasts, and they began setting out the spread.
“Gooood morning Alastor! Y/N! Breakfast smells uuuhmazing again! Did you sleep okay?” Charlie burst into the kitchen with her brightest face forward, Vaggi trailing behind her with a wide yawn.
Y/N looked up from her arranging, and Alastor strategically stepped out of range of her large wagging tail. That thing may have looked soft, but it hit like a brick wall when it got to movin’.
“Charlie! Vaggi! Good morning! Definitely could’a slept longer, but seeing you both so cute and sleepy makes it worth it,” she chimed back with a giggle and a wink.
The woman was a shameless flirt.
“Aww, thanks Y/N!” Charlie gushed, clapping her hands to her cheeks at the cute little fox. Vaggi gave a sleepy chuckle and accepted the coffee handed to her in thanks. An angel who slept in- who’d have thought! Well, fallen angel.
“I smell something delicious!”
Speak of the devil, quite literally.
Lucifer swooped into the room in his strangely graceful dance, swooping his daughter and her partner into a twirling embrace. The two women laughed and hugged him back before separating. How utterly mundane. Why was he still here again?
“My favorite! Thanks Al! Vixy!”
Not that he had anything else to do.
Lu settled into his seat and began shoveling pancakes into his (surprisingly large) mouth, and Alastor was once more reminded of a serpent.
With a nod, he finished setting out beverages and slipped into his shadows, slithering up and along floors to land in his bayou. His breakfast tended to turn stomachs, and while he did so love the reactions, he preferred to eat alone.
‘Knock, knock, knock.’
Pets (well, potential pets) were an exception.
“Come on in!” He gave his singsong reply, and an eager looking vixen stepped through the door, ears perked and tail swishing.
Who knew he’d found himself another cannibette?
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End of ch. 2
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A/N: Hello there! I’m back with this short, sweet and savory course before dinner. Enjoy, lovelies! ^_-
Alastor’s morning had been going swimmingly, aside from the resignation that he’d be out the soul he’d been working so hard to gain. The consolation prize was more than worth the loss, chattering happily as they worked on breakfast together.
Y/N’s little confession earlier had his mind wandering, flitting through different possibilities and scenarios as he multitasked.
After breakfast, he waited for the vixen to finish cleaning the blood from her claws, eyes trying their best not to linger on the deep purple tongue wrapping gleefully around her fingers.
He could get used to this; he had gotten used to this. The warmth of her aura next to him as they worked together, the feel of her in his arms when she needed her ‘cuddle nap’, the sting of her fangs when she’d asked for him to go to her that night. Hmm…
“Do you enjoy venison, dear?”
Vixy paused before finishing her licking with a hum. “If I can fit my mouth around it, I can eat anything,” she chuckled, wiping her hands on a napkin before rising to bring their dishes to the kitchen. It took a mere slip of a moment before halting in place, aura popping as her ears pricked up and she turned to study him.
“Are you… offering yourself, Alastor?” The hesitant hope in her gaze warmed his dead heart, and he just knew his eyes would be glowing.
“I am, should the idea be appealing to you,” he replied, lacing his fingers to rest his chin on.
His little vixen blushed, a full-bodied glow that hid beneath her black sundress. She truly was a lovely demoness.
“You honor me, alph- darling. I would happily accept any offering from you,” she said, tail swinging gently behind her as she smiled.
The soft heat behind those ruby hearts sent his cervid pride soaring as her scent spiked with excitement, but what she said next had his body reacting with amorous interest.
“I would very much welcome your fangs, should you feel inclined…”
‘Yes please’ / ‘Yes please.’
A small bugle escaped as his antlers grew heavy, and his vixen walked back toward the table.
Setting their plates back down, Y/N settled in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, the feel of her claws scraping his undercut eliciting a small shiver as they locked gazes.
“So that’s your thing,” she cooed, her face moving ever closer.
Was she going to kiss him? Should he kiss her?
He wanted to…
The sting of her fangs in his shoulder caught him by surprise, a soft gasp sounding before it morphed into a near wanton moan. When had she moved his shirts? She stilled, but bit harder as he wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer. That was when she ripped the flesh from him, the sensation earning a sharp cry.
He should put up a sound barrier. Should snap her to his bayou and beg for her brutality. He’d even treat her to a nice orgasm in repayment should she desire.
The flesh went down her throat, his blood staining her lovely obsidian lips, her eyes flashing and predatory as she watched him. How was she an omega?
He could submit to her; could throw himself at her paws and worship her as a goddess.
“Would you come to me tonight, Alastor?”
He would lay all of Hell at her feet if that was her wish.
“Of course, my Vixen,” he breathed, before the soft press of her lips claimed his cheek.
“I look forward to it, dearest,” she said, before rising from his lap, collecting their dishes, and leaving him alone.
His eyes never left her lithe form, hips swaying with her tail- he’d definitely put a pep in her step!
Taking in a long breath, he steadied his nerves and rose from his seat to continue his day. There was, after all, work to be done.
But what a wonderful way to start the day.
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End of Ch. 8
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Alastor had decided, after much consideration, that the best way to get rid of his little infatuation would be to slaughter as many brutes as possible. So far it wasn’t helping the feelings, but it had certainly helped his mood! Sadly though, business must come first.
Tonight he found himself humming a jaunty tune as he made his way to a resident’s room to take care of some plumbing issue with the sink. Unfortunately, one of the drawbacks to manifesting with different attributes, the hotel had many types of clogs- none of which were particularly appetizing.
Greenish-black ooze bubbled up from the drain, and he wrinkled his nose at the unpleasant smell wafting from it. Slug slime. How pleasant…
Not for the first time this century, he felt near blessed for his demonic magic. Snapping his fingers, the offending glob slowly disintegrated, fur, feathers and scales all disappearing as each layer vanished. This resident seemed to have many creatures to brush from their teeth. He could use a monster like that.
Finally the clog disappeared, and Alastor made sure to check the shower drain, but found everything else in working order. Quirking a sinister grin, Alastor catalogued the scent for later identification and noted the room number as he left. Finished with his work for the hotel, he shadowed down to enjoy some drama but found only Niffty decorating Y/N’s braided hair with dead roaches she’d turned into hair pins.
And with that image forever branded in his mind, he decided to take another vigorous stroll through the Doomsday District.
The sound of screams and ripping flesh were a soothing symphony to his ears! Out here he could be his truest self- a demon to tremble and cower before. Oh! The ecstasy of tearing meat limb from bloody limb!
He gorged himself, towering over screaming insects as he smiled sadistically down and reached for another goon. Food was plentiful in the Doomsday District, and he was never disappointed in the selection! He laughed as fresh screams filled his broadcast, shrinking to his typical size with a twirl of his cane.
Morning came shining through the hotel windows as Alastor slipped under the lobby door and straight to his room to clean up the old-fashioned way. He’d made quite a mess of himself, but boy had he eaten his fill!
His mood had lightened exponentially, and now as he loosened his bow tie, he hummed along to his music with gusto. A glass of rye in hand, he savored the heat of the brimstone as it made its way down his gullet.
What a night for prowling!
He’d only just zapped off his coat when he heard a rapid knocking at the door. Whatever could have her so frantic?
Shadowing to answer the door, he was caught by surprise as an excitable fox demon zoomed past the threshold, only to move him around like her own little doll.
“What happened?! Satan Al, you’re covered!”
With an amused grin, Alastor waited for his vixen to notice the blood wasn’t his.
“Someone’s up early. Don’t tell me you were worried about me,” he teased.
Realization finally seemed to hit, and Y/N backed away sheepishly, silently stumbling over her own tongue as she worked to form a response.
“So what if I was worried? I’d prefer to stay off the auction block for a while,” she countered, bristling half-heartedly as her arms crossed and ears pinned. He supposed he should feel bad, but his sadistic mind enjoyed the petulant display.
“I’m the most powerful sinner in Hell, ma chèr. You needn’t worry,” he placed a hand atop her head and pet.
With a soft whine, Y/N leaned into the touch, her pout softening just a bit.
“First bonding I’m able to enjoy and they turn out to be crazy,” she sighed out, fighting the foot that wanted to thump.
First? Surely not.
Alastor’s hand paused in his petting as he studied the vulnerable expression beneath the jest.
“May I ask you something, Vixy? You need not answer.”
The question raised her anxiety, by the stilling of her tail, but that vulnerability remained unguarded for once. She stepped closer to press into him, rubbing her face against the fur of his chest, and Alastor embraced the soft longing that filled him when those warm rubies looked up to him.
“Ask anything, my alpha.”
He supposed that’s how an omega typically addressed a partner, but the implied subordination left an unusually bitter taste on his tongue.
“You needn’t address me as alpha, unless it brings you comfort to do so,” he soothed before asking. “How old a demon are you?”
Y/N cocked her head before answering, “I manifested in 1929. I was 32 at the time, sooo 129?”
A bit of interference escaped as Alastor’s eyes widened. That was unexpected! Smile widening, he laughed.
“Well, you’ve got me beat by a hair, my dear! I tip my hat to you,” he exclaimed, stepping back to bow in a pantomime. His little vixen giggled, seeming to have forgotten all about her earlier nerves as she grabbed a hand and pressed her lips to the knuckles. Did she just—
“I’m glad you’re not mortally wounded, dearest,” she grinned and turned to walk away, adding a sly, “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in action sometime. Red is a lovely color on you.”
Her tail whipped playfully as she left his sights, and he couldn’t help but think her manifestation spot on. The woman was a true vixen.
And… he didn’t want to own her…
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End of ch. 7
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