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I Turned the Corner 🔞

Chapter 7: Date Night 🔞

Summary: Alastor takes you out and you talk about how the next day will go.

Buckle up, this is gonna be a long one! (23 pages type’a long one!)

“Nifffty dear, what is that you are doing?”

“Welcome to the Magnificent Roach Puppet Show! Today’s story is about a baaad boy who fights the king of all roaches to free the princess from being bored!”

Alastor watched on as Pentious continued his inquiries, Niffty happily answering with gusto as she moved dead insects in a morbid twisted ride of a love story. The adorable little sweetheart! As loathe as he was to admit, even the annoying snake was fractionally less irritating than he’d been previously. Though Niffty could make almost anyone’s presence tolerable.

Not for the first time that day, he pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time. 5:27pm- close enough! He could enjoy a nice stroll, smell the pungent aroma of death and blood on the air.

Rising from the couch, Alastor patted Niffty’s head as she continued prattling at Pentious, not even skipping a beat in her next plot line. Taking care to not walk too quickly, Alastor hummed along with a spirited instrumental of ‘Stardust’ and enjoyed the fearful glances sent his way.

Taking the long route, he stopped to smell a rose bush and considered plucking one before thinking better of it. Even with his gloves, the flower would die instantly, and he doubted Vixy would enjoy dead roses. Then again, he had been wrong before. On one hand, she could find the sentiment endearing, and he would win what Angel called ‘brownie points’.

On the other, the scent might put her off, or perhaps she would fear his touch after his explanation. He couldn’t have that; although, from their previous interactions, it may make her more curious than fearful. And if she could handle his breath, she could handle dead roses- honestly that had been a pleasant surprise; while he would have considered an amendment to his ‘creepy keep away vibe,’ he much preferred to remain as he was. Perhaps her sense of smell was more canine than human, processing as information rather than ‘good or bad.’

Finally deciding not to add any extra complexity to the evening, Alastor passed the bush without taking a rose. A couple of hellcrows were fighting over the finger of some unlucky sinner, and his smile widened at the sight as he passed. The little creatures were ruthless and mostly carnivorous, usually weary or downright aggressive when food was on the line. Quite admirable critters in his book.

He walked and hummed, each song blending seamlessly into the next. Once at the edge of the park, he checked the time and felt his chest tighten as he realized it was almost 6. Time to go; he wouldn’t want to be late to his first real date in Hell!

Slinking into his shadows, he quickly wound his way through Cannibal Town and formed at Vixen’s door, tapping his cane gently to signal his arrival. He wondered idly if she could sense auras through her dimensional den, or if there were some other mechanism to alert her.

He waited for a brief moment before he heard the doorknob turn, his smile widening as his stomach erupted with hellcrows. The door opened, and he was met with the sight of his sweetheart. Today she donned a simple black sundress, an old cameo resting from a thin gold chain at her collarbone. Her hair was twisted into a long braid behind her, and again she wore tall black heels. He wondered idly if she had a height insecurity- something he might enjoy poking at. He would put souls down that she would look positively adorable if teased and flustered.

“Pretty and punctual! Good evening, darling,” Vixen greeted cheerfully, and Alastor couldn’t help but snort at her words. “Would you care to come in, or are we on a schedule?”

“Good evening, darling,” he greeted, reaching and leaning forward to press a kiss to her hand. “We’re not on any set schedule, but I can come in if you would prefer an evening in. I was planning dinner at Everything’s Thigh and perhaps a stroll through the main square before a nightcap at the hotel if it sounded amenable. How was your day?”

Vixen smiled softly at his gesture, ears wilting cutely as she stepped out and sealed her home. Alastor offered his arm and Vixen stepped closer to take it, the feel of her warmth at his side setting his chest alight in a pleasant flutter.

As they walked and conversed, he played a bit of music, his pride flaring to new and intriguing heights. Vixen appeared to enjoy his effect on the demons that fled around them, and he enjoyed the envious second glances those small fries scurried off with. His little vixen was quite the prize, and he learned that he was greedy in many ways. Perhaps a curse of his cervid manifestation, he felt positively giddy with pride in his darling! Then again, he had always been a prideful man, dead or alive.

When they arrived at the café, his shadow sped to open the door with a bow. With a pleased chuckle, Vixy thanked him and leaned to kiss his cheek, her own shade splitting to join the gesture. The shadow’s grin widened, and Alastor felt a twinge of excess affection flow through their link.

The hostess was kind enough to seat them outside in the garden, her friendly demeanor brightening when they each thanked her. Alastor pulled Vixen’s chair out for her before seating himself, removing his gloves to place in a pocket. Now that he sat across from her, he couldn’t help feeling a twinge of nervousness, but steeled himself with a subtle breath before attempting to speak.

“Would you believe I’m a bit nervous?”

Alastor was taken aback by Vixen voicing his thoughts before he could even say anything, and he couldn’t help but chuckle with her. “Well, I am not unaccustomed to inspiring a bit of terror, but from what I know of you so far, you don’t seem to be too worried about being ripped apart. Pray tell, what’s that bee in your bonnet?”

Vixen snorted out a laugh, “well, that’s certainly helped! I must confess something a bit embarrassing.” She leaned forward and lowered her voice.

“This is the first real date I’ve been on since the 70’s.”

Alastor cocked his head, grin softening. “Well my dear, you're in good company. This is my first date since falling.”

Vixen’s ears dropped, and he could tell from the slight swaying of her posture that her tail would be wagging. How adorable!

“Well color me impressed then. Your manner is impeccable,” she complimented, opening her menu after laying a napkin over her lap. Alastor’s smile quirked- manners had never been his strong suit, but control— that was a very different story.

“I can behave when I want to,” he chuckled, and Vixen joined him. “From what I’ve enjoyed on your broadcast, I believe you wholeheartedly!”

A swell of pride and affection flowed through him, and he picked up his own menu to focus on something else. It looked like the establishment’s name wasn’t just for show. As many pages occupied the menu, nearly every dish contained one species or another of thigh. Not that he would complain- it was a flavorful cut.

“Heya y/n-ie! How have ya b— Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were wor- with somebody. What can I get you two?”

Alastor kept his features unbothered, watching in interest as Vixen blushed and straightened, waving a hand at the waitress.

“Not working right now sweetie,” she clarified with a nervous chuckle. So, a working girl outside of the film industry as well. Not too surprising. “Alastor here is my new beau. You’ve caught us on a date,” she finished, and Alastor felt that pulse of pride hit at her claim. He had assumed she would play off their new courtship, but it would appear she was proud of her catch as well.

“Wow, so you guys are… huh. Okay then.” The cannibette leaned over to whisper in Vixen’s ear, “ex-cuse me! The fucking radio hunk?! Bitch, you owe me details,” before straightening with a sweet smile. “What can I get you two?”

Alastor’s grin grew sly as he watched Vixen realize he’d heard what her friend had said. She did nothing to hide her embarrassment, a shy smile playing on her lips as her ears wiggled. He realized she was doing so intentionally and had to really work to keep his laughter at bay. That little vixen!

She ordered as he worked to settle himself- a sample platter and a glass of pinot noir. He quickly scanned the menu once more before ordering venison and a glass of rye. If it was an option, his choice was always that.

Vixen locked her fingers together and rested her chin on the bridge, her head tilting cutely. When the waitress left with a wink, they each thanked her before turning back to each other. His eyes landed on hers, smile widening, and she matched him. That was when she snorted, and the damn broke.

“Pffthaha! Hahahaha!”

They laughed, and Alastor felt as though he were flying! How often was it that he could genuinely laugh with someone?

“Well, as you can see, you’re about to make headlines, so to say,” Vixy said as she calmed herself down, and Alastor felt that soft romantic energy ebb through his chest. She was positively precious!

“Not to worry, my dear. I am well aware of how ravenous one’s friends can be when getting a hold of some juicy new intelligence,” he assured.

“So, you really like venison, huh?”

Alastor chuckled at that, folding his arms over the table to lean on. “I must confess, it is my favorite. Reminds me of simpler times,” he replied with a nostalgic sigh.

“Have things ever been simple?” Vixen snorted with a wry smile. Alastor thought about it for a moment before shaking his head. “Hmm… you have a point. I suppose what I mean to say is: when I was simpler- a rambunctious little hellion with a penchant for trouble.”

Vixen softened at that, her posture deflating. “Guess I can’t blame you there,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat. “I much prefer the current day,” she laughed out, and Alastor felt a minute twinge of shame. Of course she would prefer the current age, not that things were much better, but in Hell, many women manifested with power they’d not possessed in life. Hell, even he’d had to pretend subservience in certain company when alive. Not that he didn’t still have to do so, but he need only serve one master… for now.

“I’m curious, dear. Where exactly were your hunting grounds?”

Vixen’s eyes flashed as her lips quirked, and Alastor felt a thrill run up his spine, static rising in his throat.

“Wanting to know if you’ve heard of me?”

Her voice was teasing, a dark violence hinting underneath that left him far more intrigued. Leaning forward with a hum, he swiveled his ears to face her lips before speaking without filter. “Well, I am a radio man after all. We had all the latest updates,” he teased, enjoying the way she purred at his response before leaning back in her seat as she formed her response.

“My main hunting ground was Boulder- up in Colorado, but occasionally I would take a little vacation here and there. I believe my title before I bit the dust was the scarlet heel… Scarlet knife? No, no, that’s not it. Maybe—“

“The Scarlet Dagger, perhaps?” Oh hoho, she was a dangerous little darling! They’d found at least six bodies related to her.

Alastor’s smile would drive any other demon running in terror, but his twisted little sweetheart lit up and pointed at him. “That’s it! I knew it was Scarlet Something or other,” she exclaimed with a short yipping laugh. ‘So adorable,’ he couldn’t help the thought.

When the food arrived, he was once again surprised at her appetite- she would give him a run for his money! He kept wishing to watch her, usually catching himself before she would begin to look up. Occasionally their eyes would meet, and depending on the topic of conversation, he’d experience a mixture of swirling reactions.

Now that the initial awkward atmosphere had waned, Alastor felt himself once again enjoying their playful banter, his shade having long since split to chase and chirp at Vixen’s. He couldn’t help but giggle coyly when the little gremlin bit the other, Vixen stiffening with a weary glance. Perhaps she received echoes from her shadow as well. While not often, his shade would occasionally pass on excess sensation or emotion, and he would be left to deal with the aftermath. Not particularly pleasant- in most scenarios.

Right now, however, sitting across from his lovely little sweetheart, he felt power in her sensuality. In his... And when Vixen’s shadow finally bit back…

He knew his eyes would be glowing, even with the ample lighting from the streetlamp. He had never been envious of his shadow, but as Vixen’s lips quirked and gaze turned heavy, how he envied the creature. He did at least allow himself the small pleasure of reaching his hand across the table in a silent request for affection. The feel of her skin filled his chest with those excitable wriggling wrath worms, and when she stroked her thumb over his, his ears twitched, a bit of static escaping his chest as he tried to keep his composure. It was equally fascinating and irritating- walking this tightrope of competing desires and sensations.

Vixen excused herself and rose to visit the restroom, and Alastor did his damndest not to watch her walk away, finally settling on trailing her path with his eyes only. Her tail swished with her hips as she weaved through chairs, and when she vanished through the door, he quickly scanned the area before snapping a pen and his ‘Experiments in Romance’ notebook on the table to write some quick thoughts.

It was at least becoming easier to sit with these new feelings, but he wanted to be better at controlling his reactions. ‘Practice makes perfect, old boy,’ his shadow chirped slyly as he settled in Vixy’s seat, resting his elbows on the table with a wide, taunting smile.

His own grin widening to match, Alastor glared at the rambunctious creature. ‘While I agree with the sentiment, would you kindly cease your excessive advances? We haven’t even talked about that level of intimacy yet. She doesn’t need a hound dog barking at her,’ he replied, his brow twitching as he sipped at his coffee and switched out notebooks.

The shadow’s smile grew twisted, eyes glowing and squinting in devious glee. ‘Shows what you know…’

What in the seven circles was that supposed to mean?

“What’cha writin’ there, Mistah Radio Demon?”

He was incredibly lucky not to jump at Vixen’s voice, keeping his control as his heart seized. Quick, what notebook was in front of him?

Thank Satan he’d switched to his flaying book! That he could easily explain. Flipping the notebook closed as his shadow pulled Vixen’s seat out for her, he raised it up to show her the title (and to cover his blush), wholly expecting to be laughed at.

A soft whine sounded, and he lowered the book to assess the damage.

“That’s so thoughtful, Al…”

Vixen’s ears drooped adorably as she blushed and smiled at him. Well, that was not what he expected, but then again, had she ever made him feel foolish for seeking information? No… He would need to ponder on this feeling. Later. For now, however, he sat across from his little vixen, who seemed completely enamored with his queer habits.

Alastor felt himself deflate just a bit, smile loosening as a tense weight lifted from his chest. ‘Such a sweetheart…’

“What can I say? I am a demon who likes to be prepared,” he played off his embarrassment, but Vixy leaned closer, her hand giving a gentle squeeze. Such soft skin…

“I think that’s a wonderful thing to be, darling. Would you like to ask me anything? We can always wait until we’re at the hotel if you would prefer.”

Oh… he was a goner…

Tamping down a bleat, Alastor softened and leaned to kiss the knuckles of her hand. “You are an absolute gem, my dear,” he spoke, eyes lighting her face in a soft crimson glow.

“Oh, you are a charmer! No wonder Vixy’s a smitten kitten!”

Alastor turned to face their waitress (quite obviously Vixy’s friend), and his smile widened at the feast being magically held to either side. “Well, one does aim to please,” he replied, swallowing down the saliva that flooded his tongue. He was starving!

“Dana darling, this looks delicious!” Vixen exclaimed, her body wiggling excitedly as little whines and yips sounded. While he really did hate canines, this one was definitely an exception.

“I must second that, my dear,” he spoke up. “It smells positively sinful!”

Dana straightened proudly as she set the food in front of them. “We’ve got summa the best chefs in the Pentagram, so you’re in for a treat!”

The cannibette was not lying in her claim- the meal itself was simple, but the flavor was incredible! While he still preferred his meat fresh and raw, he would certainly be visiting this establishment again.

Dinner was a fairly quiet affair- a testament to the feast they ended up sharing. He asked a few questions about her preferred process as she worked on dessert- some cookie/brownie/ice cream concoction. Far too sweet for his tastes, but as they periodically paused on their stroll back to the hotel, he didn’t feel the need to complain when he tasted the sugar on her lips.

“Miss Y/N! Are you guys on a date? Oh, that’s so cute, sir!”

Niffty ran excitedly up to greet them; her insect theatre troupe must have finished their performance- the lobby was completely empty.

Vixy giggled, offering greeting in return before answering the firestorm of questions spouting from his adorable pet. His chest swelled with love for Niffty as she welcomed his new sweetheart so warmly. He felt affection for Vixy too, but seeing one of his favorite friends so happy made the afterlife worth living. Not that there weren’t many reasons of course, but that was certainly one of them.

As the two women talked, Alastor excused himself and caught up with his new royal charge as she made her way to his office. “Charlie dear, how can I help?”

The little princess jumped with a high pitched yipe, turning with a sheepish smile and rubbing her arm nervously. Alastor’s smile widened in sinister delight- she was too easy!

“Alastor, hey! I was just looking for you! Heheh! Um, so there was a tiny incident with Angel’s toilet, if you wouldn’t mind taking a look at it,” she said, her demeanor calming as she talked. She recovered very quickly from scares and embarrassments- points for her!

Looking over to Vixen walking out with Niffty, he caught them talking about cutting off that large fluffy tail and had to stifle an envious groan. A bit childish, he’d been hoping to do exactly that one day, and in swooped little Niffty at the perfect time! Well, at least that would keep Vixy occupied while he ascertained the newest plumbing issue. The hotel was constantly needing looked after- holes blown in walls, toilets clogged, phones not working. He still hadn’t solved that one, but he didn’t particularly care about it.

“Of course, sweetheart! I’ll hop right to it,” he finally replied before shadowing up to his destination.

The spider must have been working, his room empty save for his pet hellpig, a chaotic mess of clothing, food containers, the odd stash of drugs he was able to hide from Vaggie. The bathroom itself was a complete disaster, and Alastor snapped it a bit more straightened out before analyzing the offending toilet. Reaching his senses, he was disgusted to find a large clog in the pipes, snapping it gone before testing the flush. Much better!

“Sir! Look what miss Y/N gave me! She’s so nice- she let me chop it right off! She really likes pain too! Can you treat it for me? I want to add it to my collection!”

Alastor turned to look to Niffty, smile widening at the bouncing woman. She was covered in blood, his little vixen’s tail enveloping her tiny body easily- such an adorable little menace!

Snapping the tail off of Niffty to hang in his bayou, he patted the little dear on the head and headed off to find his sweetheart. She would be in pain he was certain, and he would be sure to tend to her.

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“So, when you’re cutting, make sure to get the claws with the feet, the tail and the face. The best way I’ve found is for me to lay belly up and we can start with the feet. We’ll be doing a cased cut and drying the pelt fur-side out. My stretcher should allow for plenty of ventilation. Do you have a good place for drying? If not, I can conjure a field dimension so it gets plenty of air.”

Alastor looked up from his notebook and nodded. “I do indeed! In fact, it will be the same space for the skinning. Would you like to see it now or would you prefer I keep it a surprise?” He cocked his head, his grin quirking mischievously. The two had been talking in his office for some time after Alastor had seen to her tail stump, going over any questions that popped into his head as Vixy’s tail regrew, and he felt his excitement for the next day growing ever stronger the more comfortable he became with her.

“Well, we will need to set up the rack before we get started, but I’ll let you decide. I enjoy surprises but if you’re nervous about anything or have any questions, I’d like to set your mind at ease. And, before that, I want to set some expectations, boundaries and a safe word/gesture that both of us can recognize.” Vixy’s reply really helped, and he deflated with a sigh. She was so very darling! They had gone over what those terms each meant earlier, and knowing what she meant when making these plans helped immensely.

“I was hoping you would bring that up. As you are well aware, I may have difficulty in controlling some of my reactions to more… stimulating things, so it will help to be able to stop any sexual activity if I become… overwhelmed.” Vixen had been emphatic in assuring him that she was simply impressed that he was talking with her about this subject in the first place. In fact, he had even opened up with her about his typical lack of sexual interest and libido, and she had been so incredibly understanding!

“I think it best, unless it’s just something you are in the mood for at the time, that we keep the line at kissing. I can take care of any needs tonight or later on. I don’t want either of us to feel any pressure to perform, you know?” Such a sweetheart! Alastor nodded in agreement, setting his notebook down to pull Vixen into his arms and rest his chin between her ears- one of his favorite forms of affection so far. She fit so perfectly, and he could bleat from the soft feelings coursing through his veins.

“Would you like dinner beforehand? I could take you out on the town or cook for you here,” he offered, playing with her hair as he spoke. He was uncertain as to when she would have untied it, but he decided that this was how he preferred to see her. Unbound silken tresses always available for petting. Such lovely fox fur…

“Perhaps after my healing sleep. I don’t want to waste a perfectly good meal only to throw it up later,” Vixy laughed. “I may be able to sit still while my flesh is being torn, but the pain will be exquisite- any food will just make me nauseous when it reaches its height.”

Alastor considered Vixen for a moment, lifting his chin from her head to look into her eyes. He wouldn’t know for certain until he was in the moment, but he could probably speed up the process if he were at his full demonic stature. Granted, that wouldn’t be as fun, but he found himself less interested in her pain, and more so in her pleasure.

Hooking a finger under her chin, he brought her lips up to his. She sighed and melted in his arms, and Alastor felt that power and pride ebb through him as she took her time indulging in him.

“Why don’t we come up with a safe word and gesture?”

Opening his eyes, Alastor nodded and thought for a moment. The word would need to be something to catch his attention- break his blood frenzy. Well, he could always laugh himself out of his sadistic torture, and his sweetheart, being a canine gave him an idea. “How about ‘hellcat’ for a word and—” he tapped ‘. - . . .’ on her forearm- morse code for ‘wait.’ It could also be interpreted as an ampersand, but he thought it would be nice and simple to remember. “—for a gesture?”

Vixen hummed and nodded in agreement, watching with an amused affection as he wrote the information in his notebook. He was very thorough when doing research, and with as much information as he’d plucked from her thus far, ‘Flaying Your Sweetheart 101’ was a quickly growing curriculum.

Vixy caught his attention as she spoke, “you’ve probably already thought about this, but you’ll want to have clothes you don’t mind getting dirty or an acid rain poncho.”

Alastor laughed at her suggestion. How positively absurd! He would be thoroughly enjoying her blood before spelling it clean. Wouldn’t want dear Niffty cross with him for being messy! “Forgive me, my dear. We don’t need to worry about mess. I’m very adept with utility magick.” His smile beamed at her proudly and she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest cutely.

“To be able to clean what is essentially a crime scene? I want that power,” Vixy pouted, her ears flattening a bit, and Alastor felt that romantic yearning at how utterly adorable she looked.

“I could teach you, if you wish,” he offered, chuckling as he booped her nose.

Vixen’s ears perked with excitement at the offer, “yes, please! And while we’re on that subject, is your transport a learned technique or a manifest?”

Alastor couldn’t help but divulge- his little vixen was just too easy to talk to! “I didn’t learn it, however once I amassed a certain amount of power, I was able to use it with a bit of practice.” He felt an odd sense of pride and excitement at the idea of teaching her. “Perhaps we can figure it out together- I would feel much more comfortable knowing that if caught in a sticky situation, you’d be able to escape in a hurry.” Not a lie in the least- of course he could live without her, but he would prefer that not to happen just yet. At least not until he was bored of her. But until that happened, Vixen was turning out to be his favorite new entertainment to indulge in!

“Eh, I can usually outrun any pursuers that come my way, but I agree, it could certainly help.” Vixy gave a shrug, and Alastor’s eyes flashed down at her- oh now that would be an idea! Of course she noticed his reaction, her smile turning sly and seductive.

“We could role play a bit beforehand if you want. I could run and you could try to catch me.” Role play- they’d gone over that term as well.

‘Oh yes please…’ He felt his form begin to unfurl as he imagined chasing his lovely little vixen… tackling her… devouring her as she screamed for him …

His antlers grew heavy from the effect of such a vision, and he let his demonic body unfurl more as he gauged her reactions. His eyes bled into black pits, red radio dials for irises. A glowing green ‘X’ would have formed on his forehead by now- the killing shot, so to say. His body grew around her as his smile grew impossibly wide, black blood dripping from his fangs. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her body thrummed in response to his own powerful aura and she clenched her legs together as that delicious spice mixed into her scent. She wanted him… badly enough to squirm as she purred- so incredibly expressive…

Alastor’s nostrils flared as he acclimated himself to the heat invading his blood before licking his lips. “You truly are twisted, my dear. I simply want to eat you up.” His voice came gruffly, and in a display he typically saved for striking fear, he cocked his head, lengthening his neck and bending it to an unnatural, terrifying angle. His twisted little vixen definitely appreciated the effort, a horrifying scream sounding as her fluffy tail wagged and curled towards him. How precious…

“You want a taste, my sweet buck?” Vixen’s eyes were heated as she stared up at his monstrous form, running her hand up and over her body.

‘Oh, you have no idea,’ he thought, keeping his control even as he sat with this new desire. “What’s your favorite cut?” ‘Wait, is she…’ “I would love to see you enjoying my flesh.” ‘Fuck…’

He didn’t bother even attempting to tamp down the roaring bugle that came. He kissed her. He kissed her in a crushing embrace, shoving his tongue past her lips, and he realized he actually enjoyed a bit of sugar on his tongue, as long as it came from her.

She answered with a soft whimper as she fell into him, and Alastor marinated in the emotion and sensation of her body and aura wrapped in his own. He wanted her. He wanted to please her as much as she was pleasing him! Correction, he would please her as much as she was pleasing him.

He would need to take this slowly, carefully; gauge each of their reactions as he feasted. Because he wanted everything. There wasn’t a single piece of meat he wanted to miss. Perhaps he’d leave her her face- while cheek was a tender, delectable cut, those nerves could be particularly sensitive. He bit her bottom lip- just hard enough to break skin before licking at the wound.

The moan that left his throat would embarrass him were he not in such a state. This was certainly not how he typically felt when preparing to feast- how could she make dinner so incredibly sensual? Gliding his hands along her waist, he squeezed at the fat of her hips. She would be well marbled, and oh so soft to touch… Static vibrated just under the surface as he let himself sit in this heady sensation before he spoke.

“I meant that in your terms, but when you offer so sweetly, how can I resist?”

Shadow swallowed them as he focused on bringing them to his room, pausing when re-formed to assure her stability, enjoying her curious glance before pushing her to their new bed, following her in shadow to settle atop her with more grace. This was very new, the intensity of this desire. He had never been able to rise to occasion before, but he had many talents to show off that would knock those heels right off.

“Tell me how you want me to touch you. May I feast anywhere I please?”

“Oh fuck, Alastor,” Vixen moaned as he began testing, trailing his tongue along her neck, stopping every so often to nibble gently.

“Take and touch whatever you want, my darling.”

‘Mercy…’

“I want to see my blood on your lips.”

‘Then you shall, you lovely creature,’ he thought to himself, groaning against her ear as he felt himself hardening against her.

Vixen definitely noticed, a screech leaving her throat. She didn’t try to wrap her legs around him, but pressed her pelvis to his in a wanton plea for contact. And he genuinely wished to acquiesce. Alas, his desire for flesh would always win out if offered.

“Oh, my Vixen. You have no idea what you do to me.”

A foolish thing to say- of course she would know, but as Alastor’s head began to lower, he couldn’t bring himself to care much about that. Softly, his little sweetheart cried out his name, and his pride swelled as he began to bite harder.

He worked his hardest to control himself, but this was such an intoxicating feeling. Vixen had yet to ask to stop, rather egging him on until he took his first real bite from her bicep. She let out a pained scream, and Alastor registered the pitch as he rose to gauge her current state.

Tears pricking in those glistening rubies, Vixen stopped his heart as she reassured him. “More, Alastor. Please take more of me,” she whined, and Alastor felt that tight coil of control snap.

His darling kept her eyes on him as he lost himself in the taste of her, claws slashing at any obstruction as his fangs ripped through her supple flesh. Delicious! Not as good as venison, but the fact that it was her flesh he was consuming- her voice ringing in his ears as he gorged himself… oh now that was what made it feel and taste so special.

It was a horrifying scene: he the famished, fiendish monster, and she, the willing temptress. She was reveling as he feasted! He sampled every part of her he could, enjoying that succulent rump and thighs most of all. She packed a lot of flavor!

He finally began calming down as he reached her hipbone, looking up to see his little vixen shaking and sobbing. Oh, his darling little Y/N! The pain would be so intense, and he actually had to control his sexual desire as she watched him crawl back up her body to kiss her. She moaned as their lips met, and he found himself fighting the urge to take her. Petting her hair, he reigned in his desires and curled around her smaller frame, form shrinking back to his normal state. This was enough. This was more than enough. She fit perfectly, even with most of her meat missing.

“Thank you, my darling Vixen. You taste positively divine,” he sighed as he nuzzled into her bloody neck. She hummed in pained contentment, feebly attempting to nuzzle and snuggle back as her long lashes fluttered shut. She was an absolutely darling little thing! His chest swelled with pride and affection for his sweetheart.

He watched her as she healed, marveling at each new thread of muscle as it worked to reattach. Demon biology was such a fascinating thing.

After about half an hour, he felt the pull of his soul being called and had to shadow himself out of his sweetheart’s embrace in order not to stir her. She was still healing, and he didn’t want to disrupt the process. Snapping some paper and a couple of crayons into existence, he jotted down a quick note to inform her that he’d be back (hopefully sooner rather than later).

‘If you awaken before I’m back I apologize. I shouldn’t be too long but feel free to explore or feast as you please. I will see you soon, my dearest. -Al’

He drew a cute little rose at the bottom, hoping she’d find it endearing, before snapping himself clean and pulling the proverbial cord to bring him to his soul’s owner. It was almost like shadow travel, but he was not in control of where he went, being pulled rather than pushing forward.

“Alastor! How are things going over in your neck of the woods? Or should I say bayou? Hahaha!”

Alastor turned cautiously, keeping his balance as he looked down to the shorter demon with a pleasant smile in place. “Fredrick! Things are unfortunately quite dull on my end. How are things in your ring?”

Fredrick Von Eldritch gave a charming, mischievous smirk, whapping his cane against the palm of his hand as he hummed. Things are well, but the entertainment has been lacking as of late. Have you any news on the royal hotelier?”

Keeping his features calm and unbothered, Alastor stifled an annoyed groan. What exactly was the old demon expecting to happen? Hell’s princess was a bleeding heart with an impossible mission. It wasn’t as if the idea would actually work. After all these centuries, not a single soul had passed on to the pearly gates. Why would he have any reason to monitor the hotel so closely? “As I’ve said, it’s been rather dull. I’ve yet to see anything remarkable. Perhaps if you gave me a teensy bit more to work with, I would know what to look for.”

Fredrick grinned up at him, glowing green eyes squinting slyly. “Come now, my pet, you know better than to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Now run along. I’d like an update as soon as anything happens.” As if he didn’t know his orders already!

“Of course, sir,” he replied, keeping his smile unbothered.

He was transported back to the hotel’s lobby, and he was sent to fix yet another toilet issue. This time the clog was Niffty of all things. She was bound and determined to make everything clean! He was just informing dear Charlie of the fixed problem when he heard a terrifying shriek.

Charlie didn’t notice and, not for the first time, he felt grateful to have placed his sound barrier before his frenzied feast. Excusing himself, he shadowed his way up the walls and down the halls to go back to his room. His little vixen was calling for him- she needed him. Oh, just how wrong he had been in such an assumption!

Forming in his living area, he looked over to his bed and his breath caught. His little vixen hadn’t necessarily been calling for him.

He saw his lovely little sweetheart- in the throes of passion. With her shadow… so that’s what Angel had meant when he’d called them sex toys. He really didn’t have anything to worry about- his sweetheart could very well take care of herself. Oh, and the sight was exquisite!

Her shadow was shamelessly rutting into her, their teeth clamped at her throat when a record scratch sounded from his chest. They both froze, eyes opening to find the source of the noise, and Alastor felt positively sinister.

“Do continue, my dear. I believe you both have earned it.”

Vixen’s eyes wandered to meet his, and his own shade split to enjoy the show as well, eyes glowing brightly as they both watched. Her embarrassment was short lived as her shadow warbled and grew slightly larger, thrusting their hips into hers. They were positively frantic with need, and she moaned as their fangs bit into her breast, claws raking blood down her sides.

Alastor saw his shadow warbling and swelling as it crept its way closer; he himself was very content just watching. ‘You may join only if offered. Until then, keep your hands to yourself,’ he warned the amorous gremlin.

“I wouldn’t recommend allowing your shade close right now, my darling,” Vixy huffed between her moans. “They tend to be quite aggressive when riled up and I don’t… haah… want either of you getting hurt.” So, she was worried for him. And his shade! What a precious little sweetheart he had!

He couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the idea! Surely she knew how powerful he was!

“How adorable!” He wiped at a fake tear before nodding his permission to his shadow, and the creature reacted with glee- his wide smile stretching ever-wider, antlers growing large. “To think that you stand a chance of hurting either of us.” He walked closer to the bed and snapped his fingers, sitting down in the summoned chair to enjoy the show. ‘Show me just what you like, little vixen,’ he thought, resting his cheek on a fist.

His shadow slithered along the floor and approached Vixen’s shade with a few chirping calls, and Alastor was surprised that he couldn’t understand what he was saying. Her shadow shivered above her and began chirping back as they continued their snapping bites at her chest. Had the two come up with their own language? Words only they could understand. How. Cute. Inconvenient to him of course, but still cute.

Something his shadow said must’ve really riled up the other; their form expanded over Vixen and they ground into her roughly. Alastor watched in fascination as Vixy wearily kept an eye on the shadow as he grinned wickedly down at them both, nuzzling at her shade’s shoulder before sinking their teeth in. Oh, and he felt such envy!

Vixen’s shade screeched out and turned to attack the other- she looked about to yell at them until Alastor’s shade took complete control. The shadows swirled around each other, Alastor’s easily winning and pinning the other down as they snapped their jaws. It was a mess of claws and fangs as Alastor’s shade thrust into Vixen’s, clamping his jaws around the other’s throat. The unruly shadow warbled under their partner, and Alastor turned his attention to his blushing sweetheart as she rose to sit.

“I’m sorry, Al. I was hoping to spare you from this side of myself,” she whispered in shame, and Alastor felt his chest swell with soft affection.

“Try your best not to be, dearest. If you recall, I was feeling quite amorous myself earlier. And it would appear they have just been putting up with us.” He flourished his hand at the two shades swirling and pulsing around each other.

“Can you understand what they’re saying right now? It’s like they came up with their own language!” He laughed, setting his hand on hers in a gentle reassurance.

“I think mine is kind of meshing words. I can understand some of it, but not all. At first, I couldn’t understand a single word. It’s honestly… kinda cute,” she said, zapping her nightgown fixed as she scooted towards her beau. He wouldn’t mind ripping it again- she was so very lovely in red.

“Would you like to continue? I believe those two are sufficiently distracted.”

Vixen’s crimson eyes lifted to his own heated gaze and her breath caught. She looked as though she was uncertain for some reason.

“I don’t… know, to be honest.”

Her answer caught him off guard, and he cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Do you not feel up to it?” Had he ruined the moment by barging in?

“No, my darling! Perhaps it’s best if I try to explain,” she said, combing her fingers through her long tresses.

Alastor rose from his chair to sit on the bed next to her, snapping to remove the chair and clean her blood from the sheets. At least she was willing to explain what he’d done wrong.

“I’ll confess, I’m a bit embarrassed that you caught me in such a moment of weakness.” Well, that was certainly understandable. He would be mortified if caught in a similar position. “It’s not exactly proper decorum to masturbate in your sweetheart’s bed without them knowing or being there with you. I should have kept that for when I was home and alone. I apologize for overstepping,” Vixen lowered her head in shame, her face turning red as Alastor turned her explanation over in his head. “I want you to be able to feel comfortable around me, not like I’m just gonna attack you or your things anytime I get… well,” she gestured to the two snarling, chirping shades. “Well, like that.”

Alastor regarded her for a moment, his smile turning watery as his ears drooped. She was such a wonderful little darling! She was worried about his comfort, not her own.

“So, if I’m to understand correctly, you wish to continue but fear I’m no longer receptive?”

Vixen nodded and clenched her hands into fists. “It’s a little bit of that, but it’s also that I lost control in your space. Consent is everything to me and this, no matter how I turn it in my head, this was a breech of trust. I’m sorry, Alastor.”

Her apology brought a glow to his eyes and he pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his chin on her head.

“My dear, I brought you to my room, shredded your clothes and ate my fill of you before I left. I’m not at all surprised at your actions (a small fib), however I am constantly surprised at your consideration.”

Kissing the top of her head before pulling away to look at her, he continued. “Y/N, I give you permission to take what you need, whenever you need it, wherever you need it. My room can be a private space for your use, and we can figure out a sign for you and your shadow to use if you would prefer privacy… or company.” He carded his claws through her hair as he watched her. She still required a bit of assurance. “Should I not be receptive at the time, as you can see, my shade is quite happy to lend a hand. And, should you be receptive, I have other means at your disposal.”

He meant every word, deciding then and there to practice gentle touch with his tentacles, finishing his speech with a soft kiss and rubbing of noses.

“Would you like to continue, my dear Vixen?” He brought her hand to his lips to kiss, willing her to accept his offer. ‘Let me show you just how much I can do for you,’ he thought, watching her.

“I… not right now. Um, actually I think I may have a few things I need to get ready for tomorrow,” Vixen rose from the bed and turned away.

A sharp sting struck as he processed the rejection. Why? What had he done wrong? Perhaps his speech had been too pushy?

She was slowly making her way to the door, but he couldn’t let it end like that- couldn’t let her see him as a pushy brute. “Y/N? What’s wrong, darling? I didn’t mean to upset you.”

‘Don’t go…’

His ears pricked as her breathing quickened, and she hunched slightly- as though in pain.

“I’m… I’m sorry I… Need a… moment,” she was able to get out, leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees.

Alastor was struck with a dread filled déjà vu as he watched the woman work to calm herself. She was incredibly controlled, not falling even as she began to shake. He couldn’t be certain, but it looked as if she was being haunted by her past. Had he unknowingly reminded her of an attacker? He would hunt down and repeatedly slaughter any who so dared to bring harm to her. He would drag them to her feet and offer any deranged torture she may conjure up!

He noticed her shadow circling around her slowly but staying outside of her body. Why? What could he do? Shadowing to stand a fair distance in front of her, he spoke softly.

“What do you need?”

Vixen opened her eyes, tears streaming as she frantically wiped at them. When those teary eyes met his own, he felt the wish to whine- he felt utterly helpless, a little boy with nothing to offer for comfort.

Her breathing began to slow just a little bit as she rose just incrementally, and he worked to keep his patience even as his shadow settled at his shoulder. She held up a finger in front of him as she worked to ground herself, allowing her shade to come back to her. She stayed there for a long moment, simply breathing in a sort of pattern.

When at last she had calmed enough, Vixen straightened and looked up to Alastor, and he felt himself calming just a tad. He still felt utterly helpless, but seeing a bit of strength return to his darling was a bit helpful.

“I seem to have given myself a small panic attack. Forgive me, darling. I did not mean to scare you. I believe it is passing now,” she explained and offered her hand, which he immediately took in his larger ones. Her hands were so small- she was small, not even clearing his shoulder…

“Do… you still want to leave? I can take you home if you need to rest.”

His words caused more tears to fill her eyes, and she laughed as she wiped at them. “I’m sorry. I seem to have broken the faucet here.”

Alastor’s heart seized, and he needed to hold her. Even as he hoped she wouldn’t reject him, he moved slowly so as to give her the option and wrapped his arms around her trembling frame.

“Cry all you want, ma chér,” he spoke softly, and the dam broke.

Vixen fell into him and sobbed. She sobbed unrelentingly and he just held on, rubbing her back and nuzzling her hair. After over an hour he shadowed them to her home, stopping for her to open the dimensional door and sitting her on her couch.

After assuring her stability, he stepped away momentarily to search the kitchen before coming back with some coffee and handing it to her. Perhaps a warm drink would soothe some of her nerves. She took the drink with soft thanks and sipped gingerly, sighing in pained relief.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Alastor hesitantly asked as he watched her. Any wrong move could easily start the cycle all over again, and he wasn’t certain he could handle much more- that was a pain he decidedly did not enjoy.

Vixen took slow drags of her coffee between long breaths as she gathered herself before finally speaking.

“I’m honestly not entirely sure what it was that triggered me, but I want to emphasize this when I say it had nothing to do with you doing or saying anything wrong,” she said, setting her cup down and placing a hand on his cheek before she began to rise from the couch. His hand grasped hers as it left his face, his mind reeling with questions. Vixen softened and leaned to kiss his forehead.

“I’ll be right back. I just need some weed to help my symptoms,” she explained, and he let her go. He enjoyed a bit of giggle smoke himself, but he’d never thought about using it to soothe one’s nerves. He watched as Vixy trudged to the bookshelf, pulling out a wooden case that looked much like a book, and took out a joint to light before sitting back down next to him. The effect was almost instant, her body deflating after a few hits with a sigh. She offered some to Alastor, and he declined, preferring his coffee- he needed to keep a clear head for this.

“This happens sometimes. Not nearly as much anymore, but they can get pretty bad depending on what triggered it and what environment I’m in, who I’m around- all that jazz. It’s happened since I was a little girl up top. Can’t say I’ve gotten used to it though, even after all this time.” She took another hit and held it for a moment before letting the smoke out.

“I’ve seen something similar,” Alastor spoke hesitantly. Vixen looked up to him, and he took a small breath before elaborating. “My mother… She was similarly afflicted after she was attacked by her employer. Am I right in guessing that your ailment has to do with your history attracting the wrong kind of men?”

Her eyes widened at his confession, and he brushed strands of hair from her face in that soothing way his mother would before cupping her cheek.

“I’ve spent years working through my past, and yet it always finds a way to remind me. The attacks don’t come nearly as often anymore. I’m afraid my own actions triggered it this time.” Alastor cocked his head- that was definitely not what he had been expecting.

“I told you consent is everything to me?” He nodded. “Well, in my mind, even though you were okay with it, I had overstepped and broken your trust. I sent myself into a spiral it would seem,” she finished, taking another drag from her joint. Alastor hummed his understanding. How could he soothe her heart when all he wanted to say was how that had been the singularly most erotic moment of his life or afterlife? Reaching for the joint, he took a small hit, considering his plan of action carefully before speaking even as he held his hit. “And I suppose telling you it’s okay would not make things better?”

Vixen shook her head and leaned into him, pulling her legs to drape along the length of the couch. Shadows warped and wriggled around her as Alastor settled to lay behind her, her body between his legs and back against his chest. What comfort it brought him to hold her so closely.

“Then I won’t say it,” he started, blowing his smoke over her head before implementing his proverbial attack. “But what I will say is that I believe I may have acquired a new kink.” His little vixen’s head bumped against his chest as she looked up at him, eyes going wide at the sly grin he gave her. She could react either one of two ways, and he was hoping he’d made the correct decision.

The laughter that met his ears sent his heart soaring in adoration for his little sweetheart. He watched as Vixen devolved into a fit of yippy giggles and wrapped his arms around her once she’d settled, nuzzling at her head and offering her joint back to her before snapping it into stasis. Looking down at her, he felt a sort of affectionate pride- he’d successfully, genuinely comforted someone. How long had it been? And someone he’d only recently just met, at that!

“Thanks, Al. I needed that. I adore you, darling.”

He felt his heart positively melt as she burrowed into him, rubbing her nose at his neck with a contented purr. His arms tightened around her and he willed her to feel his protection. Sure, he knew she could take care of herself- Valentino would not fear her otherwise, but even strong people needed to feel safe when in distress. He wrapped his aura around her as she drifted off, his shadows spiriting them upstairs and into the bedroom that looked more lived in, settling on the bed so as not to wake her.

He watched over his darling the rest of the night, his mind turning over the information he gleaned from the earlier conversation. She’d said she’d been afflicted since childhood…

Why did he want to cry so badly?

He didn’t let her go. Not once in the entire time she slept. He breathed deeply a few times anytime he felt that creeping, clenching sting in his throat, refusing to allow tears. Eventually he was able to mull over her story without the ache, but by the time that had been achieved the morning light shone through the small dimensional window.

Maneuvering their bodies so as to shield her, he let her sleep for as long as she needed. If just for this moment, she would know peace. It wasn’t as though he was needed- he’d already arranged to have the day completely free. So, until she was ready to wake, he would watch over her. He would hold her. And even after she woke, she he would adore her.

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End of ch. 7

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