The Big Part (Part 3)
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Alastor x Recently deflowered fem reader
You thought maybe you could find some relief outside of the Hotelier’s arms, but couldn’t bring yourself to go very far. Luckily Alastor has the mind, mouth, and tentacles to bring you anywhere.
「warnings/promises: SMUT, pussy is food and friend, I am not beating the food kink allegations omg, Alastor eats pussy like an ice cream, voyeurism, slight hint of maybe danger, heights are scary but pussy goes brrrrr, weird tongue, Alastor politely tells you to stfu and let him COOK, kinda territorial Alastor, biting, scratching, stupid title is a reminder I don’t take myself too seriously」
The Big Part: The Wettening
MDNI or I will institute a bed time
smut starts at this divider
You’d tried and failed to avoid asking Alastor for another night together. Sincerely tried, and spectacularly failed. Somewhere in pentagram city a very sweet aquatic sinner named Samael texted your phone worried, having not heard back since you left the bar ‘Tease’. Angel had kindly recommended it when you asked about places to meet new people. He saw through the euphemism.
But when you and Samael made out in a dark hallway, you found your mind stuck on Alastor.
When their hand slid up your skirt, you went still. They weren’t as soft as Alastor’s. They weren’t as warm. When Samael’s touch retreated to your hips, you felt another set materialize.
Alastor’s larger hands seemed to ghost over theirs as if he were in the wall behind you and pulling you back into his broad chest. A burning bright image of him flipping you onto your stomach in your bed appeared behind your clenched eyes.
Your tongue slowed in the sinner’s mouth. You could feel Alastor. You could sense him. Like hearing a sound that reminded you of a long lost feeling, every move made by your would-be new lover was mirrored with a triggered memory of the radio demon.
Their hands slipped up your shirt, fingers reaching your bra. Alastor had never touched you there.
“Little Doe,” echoed down the hall, your hands shooting up and pushing away the other sinner.
And you ran. Ran back to the hotel.
Where now you sat, perched on the mezzanine balcony of the lobby with your skirt around your waist and Alastor’s mouth on your inner thigh.
To see him on his knees outside of your bed was a fever dream. Maybe the liquor finally hit your bloodstream, maybe it was the warmth of his tongue, but you felt weightless at the sight. Did he know you were committing the scene to memory?
Dark red eyes watched your face intently. Every twitch of your brow was his to take in.
But a loud buzz made Alastor stop sucking purple marks along your skin.
Your phone vibrated its way out of your scrunched up skirt pocket and tipped out. Your gasp was sharp and you immediately turned to the sleeping Husk on the bar. But the crashing of your phone didn’t come.
Alastor’s shadow tentacle had caught it. Tenderly his appendage tilted the phone up so he could read the display.
Incoming Call
Unknown Number
Foolishly, you sighed the sinner's name, ‘Samael.’
And with that, Alastor dropped the phone and it hit the lobby floor with an echoing crack.
Your head tipped back to see Husk stir from his place on the bar, but your body kept moving. Your precarious spot atop the thin banister was lost as your body weight shifted too far in the wrong direction.
But much like the phone, you found your body cradled in several writhing appendages. Alastor was holding you safely above the lobby. As you caught your breath you peeked down at your phone. Shattered. Your heart fell a little with it, but bounced back and caught in your throat. Was he feeling jealous?
Territorial would be the better word, if you’d asked him. It was rude to offer yourself to someone and then seek out others.
The air cooled your kiss marked skin as the loss of his mouth started to settle in. Alastor was pulling his hair into a small pony tail and adjusting your position when you turned to see what his next steps were.
“That wasn’t very nice.” You croaked, a little braver now.
“I’m not very nice.” His tone was darker than his usual way of speaking. There was a threat in the lilt of his voice that made a shiver creep up your spine.
“Do you want to go to my room?” Your bravery waned as your suggestion came out a question.
On his knees, back straight, he brought your body upright. Through upsettingly long lashes, he stared up at you with an expression he hadn’t given before. A cutting edge to the gaze, a low level of agitation.
The conversation from when you made it back to the hotel floated to the forefront of your mind.
“If you wanted your next first taken, you should have asked. I thought we had a deal. They’re mine.” He’d hissed against your hair when you’d returned home, having stopped you on your way to the elevators.
“We never said tha-,” he didn’t let you finish.
“Oh? How odd! To think I missed the opportunity to offer my help formally.” He slipped past you, turning on his toes to lean down and present his hand. “I’ll continue to be your literal bedfellow, but all first experiences are mine to take.”
And you took it. You shook his hand and saw the terrifying true face of the radio demon in the flesh.
“Now, I believe I left off,” his hand slipped from yours and grazed your hip, “down here.”
“I was under the impression you liked open spaces like balconies, hallways.” His nails raked down the underside of your thighs. There was no pain, the scratch left unseen red lines behind that had a surprising reaction. Your pussy clenched at the stimulation.
The comment slipped past you, mind focused on his nose sliding up your inner thigh and now slowing. You didn’t need to ask him what the next lesson would be.
When his face met your center he opened his mouth and licked at your panties from the bottom swell of your ass to the top seam. His soft, wet muscle pressed in causing the now damp fabric to cling against your lower lips.
Another swipe, harder and slower, of his inhuman tongue.
Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth. If you tried to breath through your mouth you’d begin panting at the anticipation.
While you struggled to keep your composure, Alastor mused on how much he enjoyed eating. He found every piece of his meals delicious; every bite and every drop.
That precious breath you tried to conserve was squeezed out of your lungs when your whole body tensed. Alastor’s open mouth was planted around your entire cunt, tongue rolling over the thin cloth between him and you.
Your next breath was a gasp, followed by a moan against your clenched teeth. Husk was still downstairs. Still asleep. Still present.
Mercifully, Alastor rolled your panties down, slipping one foot out and letting them fall to the floor.
His eyes stayed on your now exposed quim as he spoke, “All this mess just for me?”
As you squirmed, you heard the barely audible canned studio audience laugh track coming from thin air around you. He’d seen you naked twice now but every time it seemed he lingered more and more. You couldn’t call his gaze loving or aroused though. The dimly lit balcony allowed his eyes to glow a little more, the soft red illuminating your lap like a fierce blush. Alastor looked reverent, you dared to think.
Alastor hadn’t considered sex that day, but this was something different. Some things were just enjoyable as they were, no pesky context or connotations. In life and in death he found himself always quite content to devour.
He’d hoped to elicit more from his virginal friend, to make you suffer and wiggle for a bit longer. But the sight before him, glistening and clenching pussy he knew only he’d touched before made him salivate. No one had eaten you out yet. No one knew your taste so directly. You’d yet to feel what a nimble tongue and fingers could do.
No, he couldn’t wait anymore.
Your thighs instinctively closed around his head when his tongue licked up your slit. No barrier anymore. Flattened and not too strong, Alastor ran his spit covered tongue over and over your pussy.
You felt like an ice cream. And you felt like you were melting just the same.
With slow and deep breaths you focused on keeping quiet. It wasn’t that anything was particularly intense. It was the novelty of someone’s mouth on the previously unseen part of yourself. In less than a week you had gone from asking a near stranger to aid in losing your virginity to getting eaten out suspended above the hotel lobby.
Everyone tasted a little different, everyone’s scent informing their particular flavor. He paused and buried his nose against the top of your clit and partially into your bush and inhaled deeply. He could sense the blood rushing beneath your skin. He could feel the faintest heartbeat in your now perky hooded bud of nerves. He could smell the sweat forming at the junction of your inner thighs and hips.
You watched his eyes roll back and shut as he took in your scent. His thin brows knit together and the faintest groan reached you.
Without opening his eyes, his lips slid apart and his long tongue followed after. Gently, as the appendage was soft and malleable unlike fingers, it slipped effortlessly inside you.
Small and thin, it seemed to push in for so much longer than made sense. You couldn’t tell if it was the new sensation being indecipherable for your brain or if his tongue was truly that extended.
His mouth lowered to bottom out into you, that pointy nose nudging the underside of your clit as he made small thrusts of the base of his tongue.
Weird. It felt weird. Not bad, just like something had slithered inside of you and was rolling around against your delicate walls.
A vulnerable moan from Alastor brought your attention back to the man behind the muscle. Your thighs were pressing in around him tighter with every push of his tongue against your internal g-spot. You’d found that button of sorts to be much more important than you’d known before Alastor’s lessons.
He pulled away, your legs parting with his sudden loss of contact.
“You’re too tense still.”
You huffed, eyes rolling, “How can I relax with your face on my… self.”
“I can feel it here.” A finger entered you, turned, and pressed up into the g-spot he’d just been licking. He pushed and you folded a little inward.
“This should be softer. Maybe I rushed in a little head long.” It sounded like he was thinking aloud rather than talking to you.
Large hands crept up your outer thighs and yanked you back onto his face, tentacles cushioning your back against the harsh wooden railing now digging into your spine.
They were more solid than you’d imagined, but you’d only seen them on static interference laden TV broadcasts. Scrolling headlines, ‘THE RADIO DEMON RAMPAGES’ ‘CANNIBAL OVERLORD DESTROYS CITY BLOCK’
Looking over your own body at the sinner whose mouth was returning to you core, a new chyron was proposed, ‘HOTELIER EATS RESIDENT’.
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to relax like this.” His finger languidly pumped in and out of you, not making the kind of friction you had gotten used to from Alastor.
“You’re misunderstanding the use of the word here.” A gentle scolding spoken low and heady into your mound before a shockingly soft kiss to your pussy proper. Another, and then another. His mouth parted and again his tongue passed over your clit.
It reminded you of making out with Samael in the bar hallway earlier that night. Alastor had never kissed you, but why would he? This was purely a matter of checking off boxes for him.
He withdrew his finger, without removing his mouth, and pushed back in with two. Again he maintained a very slow, almost teasing pace.
“I didn’t think you’d want to— have sex again.” You felt the tightening in your lower abdomen. His fingers were rigid and when you writhed under the slurping and wide tongue caresses of his mouth they pushed and pulled at your entrance.
“I don’t. Not particularly.” When he looked at you over your own mons with hazy eyes, the neediness grew in you. His smirk widened, your cunt spasming around his digits.
“Then what is this?”
He shrugged, “For me? A snack.”
A pause to his snacking as he sensed your focus shift from his ministrations to the topic. With a sigh he again unlatched, “It’s your body. You decide what this is.”
The idea rolled around in your quickly emptying skull. Did you want to call it sex? Technically you were pretty sure it was… you briefly wondered what people considered it during Alastor’s lifetime.
A gentle suck to the top half of your pussy, overly sensitive clit only touched by the slick insides of his mouth, banished verbal thoughts. You gasped at the tender touch and let your eyes close. The warmth was inviting, and if you weren’t so precariously situated you’d maybe chase that heat with your hips.
He huffed through his nose, unhappy with something. Alastor liked the visual of hanging you over the banister, and the challenge of making you forget the very real danger of falling with just his mouth. But you still seemed distracted. His hair fluffed in agitation.
His forgotten claws gripped the flesh of your thighs, the slight tingle of the previous scratches was forgotten. Sharp pins of pain brought clarity to your loosening thoughts.
Alastor reluctantly lowered you to the carpet, head just shy of touching the banister. His shadow appendages, if anything so tactile can be called that, withdrew with a pop of static.
Relief flooded your busy nervous system and you genuinely found your body easing into the ground. Which softened beneath you, almost coming up to hug the curves of your body.
Your eyes opened to find the room darker than it had been. And when Alastor’s fingers crooked up with an exploratory hit to your g-spot your hands reached out and tried to grab the carpet. Instead you gripped and bundled blankets.
It was dark, but as your eyes adjusted you realized it was your room. The only light was the eerie sanguine color of his radiant eyes faintly seen between your legs.
And then they disappeared, and that flattened tongue style of licking like you were a quickly vanishing dessert returned in time with the fingers pulsing up and down inside you.
The mess of Alastor’s saliva mixed with your own lubrication was carrying the lightning shocks of pleasure like water with a live current. As he suspected, you weren’t giving in to the sensations properly in the lobby.
And he found it difficult to enjoy his meal when his dinner mate wasn’t comfortable with the venue.
In the lightnessless of your room, the absence of Husk’s snoring now a deafening silence that covered you and then dissipated like vapor, you could feel your body surrendering.
A wet noise rose to your senses, loud and sharp as Alastor’s tongue slipped up between your folds to gather and softly suck your juices off your skin. Another hungry moan from the deer demon and your hips rolled into his face for more.
It felt good, but you couldn’t stop thinking about how to finish. The normal pressure of an orgasm wasn’t building. A very literal ache echoed in your guts for penetration, to feel your insides jostled with the fervent slap of Alastor’s hips.
“I need more.” You whispered, “I don’t know how long I’ll… need, like this.”
His mouth came to your thigh and kissed the slick flesh there. You could feel how wet his chin was.
“Sex isn't all about the finish, you need to learn to just enjoy pleasure as it is.” That usual tone of his made the topic seem carefree and casual despite your twitching cunt just inches from his kiss-swollen lips.
You huffed a laugh, “I thought this wasn't sex.”
A quick bite to your thigh, “Hush. Do you want to continue?”
You nodded.
“Oh, yeah. Yes please. Sorry.”
“Little doe, leave your busy mind and let me enjoy myself.” He slid you down further on the bed and let his breath sink over your dripping sex. “Unless it’s praise or a boundary, stop talking.”
Another nod in the dark, you unsure if he could see or feel it, before his tongue returned.
Alastor lapped at your hole, his fingers not slowing as he traced your entrance around them with the tip of his tongue. He prodded lightly, briefly considering fucking you with all three, before he came home to his place at the top.
Every few minutes he would stop the somewhat erratic paced movements against your folds and clit to lick at the slick his fingers fucked out of you. The rewards of his tongue's labor. You were sweet. Not in the sense of a fruit, but in the way you made his taste buds rise and his saliva pool in his cheeks to taste more.
A taste only he knew. His hand lifted your legs and pushed them back, your pussy was squished between your thighs as they were a little closer together than they could be when his head was between them.
Soft. Your flesh was so soft as his face pressed in to get as much of his mouth as possible into contact with your body. His chin rested on his palm as his fingers bent and bullied your g-spot. It was squishy and gave away much easier, his sign you were unwinding beneath him.
Unlike the other times, Alastor found himself completely drifting away. A small trance set in as he found a deep pleasure in eating you out. Your gasps and pleas of where and how hard to lick were a drifting song. When your thighs began to shake in his palm, pussy tightening around his fingers, he opened his eyes to watch you in the darkness.
Your face was screwed up in focus, blanket fisted and pulled taut. He watched, enjoying your full body shakes as a small orgasm rolled through you. He knew one would bubble up if you just gave in. Alastor’s head moved side to side in small movements to let his lax tongue jostle your clit as you finished and began to unclench around him.
A sigh into your muff, his fingers pulling out slowly. He lowered his face and let your legs go slack before entering you one more time with his tongue to gather and suck what precious sweetness he earned.
You felt him adjust himself on the bed, the weight shifting on the mattress as he moved towards you, and wondered if he’d suddenly disappear again.
But instead you felt your face gripped in his hand, lips brushing against your. A flutter in your chest if you’d get a real kiss from him.
“Please do remember our deal. You’re not too cute to devour whole.” He tilted your head back and took a tiny nip at your jawline, “Next time you're wanting, come to my room.”
His body slid away from yours and made its way to the door. A pause in the sound of his steps as he considered something.
Alastor was a fair man. He gave warnings before he gave punishments.
“I don’t share.”
And as if entirely for the dramatic effect, he used the bedroom door to exit and shut it a little too hard behind him.
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