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Heat. Burning Heat.
Angel mewled pathetically as his hands dipped between plush thighs, bypassing his slender cock completely to brush over the burning lips of his cunt. He had no idea why he felt so hot and needy, his heat wasn’t due for another 3 months.
His fluffy pink and white ears were pressed flat to his head and his tail was stiff and perked up, showing the soft white underside. A shudder raced up his spine and he couldn’t help but roll his hips down against the fingers, whimpering as his own slick leaked out to soak his panties.
His cheeks flushed brightly and he bit his lip, his ears twitching slightly at the sound of the tv playing some movie, not loud enough to cover the sound of his soft whines and panting.
He whimpered softly, his fingers pressing into the folds and sliding back up, catching on the hood of his clit. He moaned softly, his fingers circling the nub of nerves slowly.
He could hear the slick noises, a mixture of his own sweet smelling slick and the strawberry lube he used earlier.
He was so close. He just needed a little more, a little more pressure or stimulation and he would cum. His fingers rubbed the nub quicker, his breathing getting a little faster as the pleasure mounted.
“Mm, yes, fuck, almost... Almost, please.” He whimpered softly, his eyes closed and head thrown back as he chased the orgasm. He was so close, his thighs were shaking and his fingers were soaked, rubbing quickly against his swollen clit.
Peppy knocks startled him straight out of his haze.
“Angel! Are you okay? You haven’t left your room since yesterday...” Charlie’s voice was muffled through the door but it was clear she was concerned.
Angel wanted to scream in frustration. The fucking princess had the worst timing!
“I-I’m fine! I’m not feeling too great, just need a day or two to feel better.” He said quickly, hoping the princess would just take his word for it and leave him alone.
“Oh no! What’s wrong? Are you sick? Can I get you something?” She asked and Angel groaned.
“No, no, I’m fine. Just a little nauseous. Don’t worry, I’ll be better in no time.” He said, panting slightly and still rubbing his clit, his slick had soaked through his panties and was dripping onto the bed.
“Can I come in? Maybe I can help-” She cut herself off, and Angel could hear footsteps heading towards his door. “Oh, Alastor! Hey, Angel’s sick.”
“I am aware, dear Charlotte, I’ve been listening.” Alastor’s voice came through the door.
Angel froze, his fingers still on his clit and his thighs clenched around his hand. Oh shit. One of his hands flew to his mouth to stifle a soft whimper as his eyes widened in realization.
Alastor was a deer demon too. A Buck. An Alpha.
He’d shown up at the hotel yesterday and promptly demonstrated his power and strength but fucking obliterating Pentious’ stupid fucking blimp.
He was the reason his heat came early.
“Angel, I’m coming in.”
“W-Wait!” Angel panicked. He couldn’t let the radio demon see him like this, especially when the man’s presence made his inner omega whine with want.
Alastor ignored his cry and pushed the door open.
“You look quite unwell, dear fellow. I’m here to check in on you.” The deer said cheerfully, his hands behind his back and his usual grin stretched wide on his face. His eyes roved over him, taking in the flushed skin and heaving chest.
Angel squeaked in embarrassment and yanked his hand out of his panties, pulling the blankets up to his chin as if that would make the situation better.
Alastor raised an eyebrow.
“Are you sure you aren’t ill? You seem rather worked up.” He commented and Angel flushed.
“I’m f-fine. Just a little nauseous.” Angel said quietly, trying to ignore how his cunt throbbed.
“That doesn’t sound very pleasant. Perhaps some peppermint tea will soothe your stomach.” Alastor purred, moving to the side of the bed, his grin widening as Angel tried to back away.
“N-no, really, I’m fine! No need for any tea!” Angel squeaked. He yelped when he hit the headboard, his back against the wall and the alpha towering over him.
“Come now, I insist.” Alastor leaned in closer, his hands gripping the blanket and tugging it down, letting it pool around Angel’s waist.
“A-Alastor!” Angel’s hands flew to his chest to cover his small breasts, his eyes wide. He looked up at the radio demon, his cheeks flushed pink and his ears pressed flat to his head.
Alastor hummed appreciatively, taking in the sight of the smaller demon.
Angel was a lovely little thing.
His eyes were wide and pink, one had a black sclera, with long lashes set in a lovely face dotted with adorable pink freckles. His pale pink hair curled fetching around his cheeks, framing his face and his plump lips were parted.
His chest was soft and his breasts were small, a cute perky handful with pink nipples. His belly was smooth, and his hips were wide and plump. His hips were cocked every so slightly and Alastor could just see his pink and white doe tail flicking nervously.
“My, my. Such a lovely little doe.” Alastor purred, trailing his eyes further down and smirking. “It seems you’re more than a little ill.”
Angel’s heart leapt in his throat as a large clawed hand pulled his arms away from his body, exposing his flushed chest. He whimpered as the other hand trailed down his chest, the pad of a single finger circling his nipple teasingly before sliding down further.
“I can help you.” Alastor’s hand moved to the edge of the blanket, his fingers playing with the fabric, tugging it down a little and showing the soaked front of his panties, the plush tip of his cock just barely peeking over the waistband.
Angel bit his lip, his body shivering at the thought. It wasn’t a bad idea.
Val’s face flashed through his mind and his blood went cold.
“No, stop.” He whispered, his hands grabbing the blanket and yanking it up to cover himself again.
Alastor frowned and drew his hands away.
“My apologies, I seem to have misread the situation.” He said, his voice a little stiff. He straightened up and turned away.
“W-Wait, Al!” Angel called out, grabbing the radio demons hand, making him turn around and face him. “I-I-” He hesitated, looking up at the man, his body trembling.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered; his ears pressed flat against his head. “I just- I know who ya are... Val n’ Vox... they’d kill me...” He admitted softly.
Alastor blinked.
“Is that so? Well, they don’t need to know, do they? We’ll keep our little tryst a secret, won’t we?” He asked, his tone light and casual but his eyes were narrowed dangerously, the air suddenly felt heavier.
“I-I guess... but...” Angel shifted nervously. “You don’t really want me, it’s just my heat...”
Alastor grinned and reached out to pet his head, stroking his ears gently.
“Perhaps, perhaps not. But you are the only other deer sinner I’ve met mon petite biche, I am intrigued.” He chuckled, his fingers scratching lightly between his ears, making Angel’s head tilt and his eyes slide shut, a soft mewl slipping from his lips.
“Now, let me take care of you. Wouldn’t you like that, pet?”
Angel couldn’t help the soft keen that escaped him. Yes, yes he did want that.
Alastor’s grin stretched wider.
“Well then, it’s settled.” He purred, leaning forward and kissing his cheek, chuckling at the way the blush darkened over Angel’s cheeks.
“So sweet, mon cher. You’re going to taste divine.”
Angel shuddered at his words, his ears twitching at the sudden static crackling in the air. He could feel his cunt throb again, the heat rising within him.
Alastor hummed softly and leaned forward, his teeth catching Angel’s lower lip and pulling it down.
“Open for me, pet. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He murmured, his tongue licking the pink flesh, the static crackling louder.
Angel’s body shivered at the feeling, his lips parting automatically.
The deer didn’t hesitate, his tongue pushing into the wet cavern and tasting him.
He tasted rich and coppery, like whiskey and blood, his tongue was thick and long with a curious texture and a pointed tip.
Angel moaned softly, his smaller tongue twining with Alastor’s, his hands clutching at the stags lapels as the radio demon kissed him thoroughly.
Alastor’s hands were warm on his skin as they stroked over his soft body, one hand cupping a small breast, kneading it and rolling the hardening nipple between his fingers while the other slid down, ghosting over the lace of his panties.
Angel gasped sharply, breaking the kiss as clawed fingers sliced his panties off him and two long digits stroked through his leaking slit, the pads brushing over his aching clit.
“Al- Alastor.” Angel moaned, his hips bucking.
“Ah, ah, patience, ma petite. I want to enjoy you first.” The radio demon purred, his fingers teasingly sliding up and down the slit. “You’re already so wet and wanting, mon cher. Your body is begging to be taken.”
Angel whined, his head tilting back as the fingers continued to tease him, the pads rubbing against his clit but not enough pressure to give him what he needed.
“Please, please. More, please.” Angel pleaded, his voice breathy and high.
“Such a polite little thing, how can I say no?” Alastor purred, a third finger joining the others, pressing them up into his hot cunt.
Angel wailed, voice cracking as the best orgasm he’s had in decades washed over him, his eyes rolled back and his body shaking. His cunt clamped around the invading fingers, his slick gushing out and drenching Alastor’s hand.
“Responsive little thing, aren’t you?” Alastor purred, chuckling softly as Angel’s ears flicked down shyly. “You are just dripping. My my, I don’t think I’ll have to prepare you any further, will I?”
Angel’s heat was building, his mind going hazy as his cunt throbbed and leaked.
“Please.” He whispered, his fingers clutching at Alastor’s shoulders.
“Please, what?” Alastor’s voice was deep and dark, filled with static as his hand moved away, slowly unbuttoning his coat and vest, shrugging out of his coat and letting it fall to the floor, his vest soon following.
Angel’s hands twitched, wanting to touch but not sure if it was okay.
Alastor smirked, noticing his hesitance.
“You’re free to touch me, ma petite. Touch all you want.” He murmured, his eyes glowing as his hands began popping the buttons on his red dress shirt, exposing his dark, scarred chest.
Angel couldn’t help but stare.
Alastor was tall, and his slender build made you think he wouldn’t have much muscle, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. His torso was littered with old, jagged scars and his chest and abs were clearly defined, his body firm and lean.
“Oh fuck.” Angel whispered, his ears twitching, his heart fluttering.
“Like what you see, cher?” Alastor purred, his hands dropping away as his shirt fell to the floor.
Angel swallowed heavily, his body shaking with need.
“Yes.”
Alastor’s eyes seemed to glow, a soft, dark chuckle spilling from his lips.
“Excellent.”
Before Angel could react, the stag was upon him, his large body pinning him against the bed, his mouth sealing over Angel’s.
Angel moaned, his body arching up against the broad chest. Alastor’s skin was feverishly warm and the soft red fur on his chest tickled his breasts. His hands scrambled to the stags’ belt, desperately trying to undo it, needing him, needing to have him inside, filling his aching cunt.
Alastor growled, the sound sending a shiver up his spine and making him freeze.
“Impatient little thing.” The stag growled, voice deep and gravely, filled with static.
He pushed himself up, sitting back on his heels and grabbed Angel’s legs, his claws easily wrapping around delicate ankles. Alastor tilted his head as he took in his well-manicured dark pink hooves.
“How adorable.”
“H-Huh?” Angel mumbled, his brow furrowing.
“I said your hooves are cute.” Alastor murmured, leaning forward and kissing one gently, making the smaller demon squeak in surprise.
Alastor grinned up at him and continued kissing up his leg, his eyes glowing bright as his kisses grew more heated, his teeth nipping at his thighs.
“So soft.” He rumbled, his mouth moving up higher, his tongue licking over the wetness dripping from his swollen cunt.
Angel arched up with a loud cry, his hands grabbing his antlers.
Alastor purred, his hands hooking under his thighs and pushing them back, spreading his legs and lifting his ass, putting him on display.
“Al- Ah!” Angel cut off with a sharp gasp, his hips jerking when the deer’s tongue licked his folds.
“You’re so wet, you’re practically begging me to devour you.” Alastor purred. “May I mon petite biche? Will you let me taste you?”
Angel was already panting, thighs twitching and heart pounding, his fingers tightening around his antlers.
“Yes.” He whispered, his thighs spreading wider, his tail thumping against the mattress.
Alastor purred.
“Good doe.”
Angel cried out sharply, his back arching as the stag’s tongue licked over his folds, the tapered tip pressing between them and flicking his clit, before diving down lower, circling his entrance, and pushing into the dripping hole.
“Oh- Oh, shit! Fuck!” Angel squealed, his toes curling as the tongue wiggled and pushed deeper, the rough texture dragging against his walls and making him shake.
“A-Al!” He gasped, his hips bucking and his tail whipping from side to side.
“Mm.” Alastor hummed, his tongue curling and twisting, pressing into the soft silky walls, licking up his sweet nectar, his eyes closed as he savored the taste.
Angel’s back arched and his ears twitched as pleasure raced through him.
“S-Shit, I’m- I’m gonna cum!” He whined, his hips rolling as the tongue pressed and rubbed over that spot deep inside him, making his head spin. He squealed when that pointed tip breached his cervix, pushing right into his womb and the stimulation was just too much.
“I-I’m gonna- Cumming! I’m cumming!” Angel wailed, body trembling as his cunt convulsed, soaking Alastor’s face and his cock spilled over his belly.
Alastor purred deeply and lapped up the fresh flood of nectar, his cock hard and dripping in his slacks.
Angel mewled, his ears pressed flat to his head as the stag finally pulled his tongue out, the slick muscle flicking out to catch a drop of nectar dribbling down his chin.
“Delicious.” Alastor rumbled, his voice deeper than before, the radio static crackling and popping.
Angel could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his cunt.
“Fuck, I- I need you.” He whimpered, his fingers flexing, still gripping the stag’s antlers. His hips twitched up as warm breath ghosted over his sensitive clit, his stomach tensing and his breath hitching.
“I want you.” He whispered.
“Hmm. You want me?” Alastor rumbled, releasing Angel’s thighs to reach up and gently pry his hands off his antlers, holding them tightly, his thumbs stroking the soft palms.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me. Please, please, fuck me.”
Alastor’s smirk was slow and wicked, eyes glowing bright and his hands tightening around the soft wrists, claws pricking the delicate skin.
“Very well.” He murmured.
He didn’t hesitate. Alastor snapped his fingers and Angel was suddenly on his belly, his arms stretched out in front of him, his knees bent and spread, presenting his glistening, swollen cunt.
He could feel his juices running down his thighs, his clit was throbbing, and his nipples rubbed against the blanket, making him whine.
“Such a sweet little doe. Your body is begging for me to breed you, isn’t it?” Alastor purred.
Angel’s face flushed at his words, his ears perking forward as he craned his neck back to peek over his shoulder.
Alastor was still kneeling on the bed, his claws hooked in the waistband of his trousers, slowly peeling the fabric down, exposing the thick red fur at the base of his cock and toned muscles.
Angel’s eyes widened.
“Holy shit.” He breathed, his heart hammering in his chest as Alastor’s cock slipped free.
The buck was huge, easily longer and thicker than Valentino.
His cock was a deep red, darker at the base and fading to a reddish pink towards the tip, the shaft was covered in ridges with a tapered tip, already weeping precum, the fluid glistening in the dim light of the room.
The stag smirked and kicked his trousers off, leaving them on the floor before moving closer, his eyes glowing brightly as his hands ran over the plump cheeks of Angel’s ass, claws gently digging into the soft flesh, his thumbs brushing the base of his tail.
“Tell me, mon cher, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, his claws moving lower, his thumbs parting the swollen, puffy lips of his cunt, exposing the quivering, pink hole.
Angel shivered and pressed his face into the blankets, his tail flicking and his ears flushing.
“Yes.” He murmured reluctantly, his fingers tightening around the blankets, his breath hitching when a claw dipped inside, pressing into the wetness.
“But I doubt anyone has meant it quite like me, mon amour.” Alastor purred, his voice dropping and going husky.
He was right.
Alastor didn’t waste time, his thumb moving away and his fingers pulling apart his folds, his cock sliding up against his soaked cunt, the tip dipping in, spreading him open.
“Al- Fuck, wait-” Angel tried to plead, but he couldn’t get the words out before the deer pushed inside.
Angel screamed, his cunt spasming and clamping around the shaft, eyes wide and body trembling as Alastor’s cock buried itself deep inside him, stretching him impossibly wide.
Alastor’s breathing was ragged, his eyes half lidded, a feral grin stretched across his face, the static was loud and buzzing in his ears, his claws digging into the soft pale flesh, leaving bruises and tiny crescent shaped marks.
“Ah, you are divine, petite.” He rasped, his hips rocking, grinding his cock into the hot, tight passage.
Angel could only mewl pathetically. He was a seasoned whore but Alastor cock just felt so... perfect.
He could feel the ridges rubbing his walls, the tip kissing his cervix and the base already starting to swell with the stag’s knot. He could feel his cock pulsing inside him, the precum dribbling into his womb, the tip pressing firmly against the opening.
“Fuck, Al, oh fuck. You feel- I can’t-” Angel babbled, tongue loose and words slurred, his body quivering and ears perked forward, listening to the radio static and the heavy breaths of the stag.
“Mm, you take me so well, cher. Ya feel like the sweetest velvet, my cock fits perfectly inside you.” Alastor groaned, voice thick with a honey-sweet accent that had slick gushing out of his cunt and soaking his cock.
“Fuck, fuck.” Angel sobbed, his eyes rolling back as the stag pulled out, his cock dragging along his walls before thrusting back in, heavy balls slapping against his clit, making his back arch.
Alastor growled, smile feral as he began thrusting, his large hands grabbing Angel’s slim waist, his claws cutting into his skin, blood trickling down his hips.
“Yer so tight, cher. It’s like ya were made fer me.” He grunted, his voice husky and low, the static crackling in the air.
Angel wailed, his back arching and tail twitching as the stag’s thrusts grew faster, his hips slapping against his ass, the wet squelch of his cock burying itself inside him was obscene.
His ears were ringing, his vision growing hazy as he struggled to keep up.
Val was always rough and demanding, the moth never gave him the chance to catch his breath, his body was just a toy, a tight, wet hole for the moth to stuff his cock inside, and cum was all he was good for.
Angel didn’t even realize he was crying until a hand moved away from his waist and a claw brushed over his cheek, catching the tears.
“Are you alright, cher? Does it hurt?” Alastor’s voice was suddenly gentle, the static quieted, and his hand moved to cup his face.
Angel blinked and shook his head, turning his face to kiss the warm palm and look into burning red eyes.
“I-I’m fine. Really.” He whimpered but the stags smile twitched at the edges and his brow furrowed.
“No, you’re not. I can smell the distress.” The stag leaned down and kissed his ear, making Angel shiver.
“I- could we-” Angel took a deep breath and looked up, meeting the red eyes, his cheeks flushed. “C-could we maybe... f-face each other...? I-It’s okay if not but...” He trailed off, his ears folding back.
“Oh? Well, certainly, mon petite.” Alastor murmured, his hand returning to his waist, squeezing lightly. “I think that can be arranged.”
Angel didn’t even have the chance to say thank you before he was suddenly flipped over onto his back, his legs pushed up and apart, Alastor’s handsome face mere inches from his own.
Angel couldn’t help but admire the stag, his sharp eyes, high cheekbones and wicked smile.
“You are stunning, pet.” Alastor rumbled, leaning down to kiss him deeply, his tongue delving into the warm, wet cavern and stroking his tongue, his hips slowly rocking, grinding his cock into his tight cunt.
“Ah- Mm.” Angel moaned, his arms wrapping around Alastor’s shoulders, his fingers sliding through soft auburn hair to rub the base of his ears, smiling a bit when they twitched.
Alastor nipped his lip playfully and sat back, his hands moving to hold his slender ankles and push them back, spreading his legs wider, his smile widening at the sight.
“Mm, there’s a good doe.” He purred, his thumbs stroking the soft ankles, his eyes dark and hooded. “I can see my cock inside you, cher. You look lovely.”
Angel flushed, his ears folding back shyly, his fingers hesitantly settling on his belly, where he could just feel the stag’s cock inside him.
Alastor smirked, watching the movement, his eyes glowing.
“My, you are precious.” He murmured. He pulled his hips back and thrust forward sharply, his cock sinking in to the hilt, rubbing the deepest parts of the wet passage, the tip pushing into his cervix, making Angel cry out.
“Mm, you’re so warm and tight. So wet and perfect for me.” He murmured, hips moving in a torturously slow rhythm, his cock rubbing the inner walls, his ridges catching the tender, swollen flesh.
Angel’s fingers pressed into the skin, gasping sharply as the cock pushed past the entrance of his womb, the tapered tip dipping into the passage and the ridges rubbing against the opening, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings.
“Ah- A-Al! Al!” Angel’s moans grew louder, his back arching and hips rocking.
Alastor chuckled and let go of his ankles, his hands pressing into the mattress, leaning forward to kiss him deeply, swallowing his moans and mewls.
“That’s it, ma cherie, enjoy yourself.” He purred, his thrusts increasing in speed and force, the squelching of his cock and the sounds of his heavy balls slapping against his ass, filled the room.
Angel’s mouth was hanging open, drool dribbling from the corners, his tongue lolling out as the stag fucked him. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, tears trailing down his cheeks from the pleasure.
“F-Fuck, yes. Faster, please.” He gasped, his hands scrabbling for purchase, one hand gripping Alastor’s wrist while the other grabbed one of his antlers, using them to pull himself closer, his legs wrapping around his slim waist, hooves digging into his lower back.
“Oh, yes, such a sweet doe.” Alastor purred, his grin stretching wide and his eyes glowing brighter.
He leaned forward, his mouth moving to Angel’s throat, nipping and licking over the soft skin, his teeth grazing over the artery.
“Such a pretty little thing, so small and sweet. I could rip your lovely throat out right now and you’d let me as long as I keep fucking you, wouldn’t you?” Alastor growled, his tongue dragging up the column of his neck.
“Yes.” Angel whispered, trembling, his hand moving from the stag’s antler to clutch at the back of his neck.
“Fuck.” He moaned, head tilting back. “Please, I’m so close.”
“Then cum, pet.” Alastor’s voice was a soft rumble, his mouth hovering over the pulsing vein, his sharp teeth gleaming. “Cum.”
“A-Al!” Angel squealed, back arching and cunt clamping tight around Als cock as his orgasm swept through him. His whole body shaking and twitching as his eyes rolled back, the heat that had been building inside him finally reaching its peak.
Alastor snarled, his teeth snapping down around the pale throat, fangs piercing the skin and drawing blood. His claws dug into the mattress, his hips slamming against the smaller deer sinner.
His antlers branched out dangerously while radio dials spun wildly in his glowing eyes, his fur standing on end as his rut finally took over.
He fucked into the spasming passage brutally. It would take significantly more than 5 minutes of, for him, tender sex to bring him to completion.
“O-oh god. Oh fuck.” Angel whined, his cunt sore and overstimulated, but it still felt amazing, the stag’s cock was so big and warm, the ridges were rubbing against his tender walls and the tip was pressing into the depths of his womb.
“Please, please. More.” He sobbed, his fingers digging into the skin, his back arching and hips rolling, desperate to reach another orgasm. His heat was too strong, his mind hazy and he just wanted more, needed the stag’s cum, wanted him to fill his womb, breed him.
“Fuck, fuck, please, fill me. I want your fawns Alastor! Please!” Angel wailed, his body trembling.
Alastor snarled, his hips slowing to a deep, grinding motion, his hands sliding down to grab his slim waist, his thumbs pressing into his belly. Black drool dripped from his sharp teeth at the feel of his cock through soft, silky skin.
“Mon biche, mon amour, I’ll give you everything you desire. You’ll be round and fat with my offspring, sweet doe.” He promised, his voice distorted and dark, the radio static was loud in his ears. “Cum for me, darling. I want you dripping.”
Angel cried out sharply, his whole body quaking as a second orgasm crashed through him, his nails leaving bloody lines down the stag’s back and his legs tightening around his waist.
“Mm, excellent. You look so good like this.” Alastor rasped, his hands tightening around his waist, his hips picking up their brutal pace, his balls slapping against his ass with bruising force. He wasn’t fucking Angel so much as bouncing the pretty doe on his cock.
“You look gorgeous with my bite, and you’ll look even better filled with my seed, petite.” He growled, flipping them over so Angel was on his lap, his hips jerking up, cock spearing his cunt deeper.
“Al- ah! Please!” Angel moaned, his head tossed back, his hair clinging to his flushed cheeks and neck.
Alastor groaned, his eyes falling shut, his ears twitching as he felt his balls tightening.
“Angel. Come here.” He panted, his hand tangling in his hair and yanking him down, crashing their mouths together. His tongue licked into his mouth, tasting him, and his other hand grabbed his ass, spreading and kneading the plump flesh.
Angel keened, his tongue twining with Alastor’s. His head spun, the room was hot and he could hear the radio static, the smell of ozone and something rich and warm filled his nose.
“Ah, ma cher, I’m gonna knot you.” Alastor panted, his hips rocking up, cock buried inside him.
“Please, please.” Angel whined, his cunt throbbing. “Knot me! Breed me Alpha!”
“Fuck.” Alastor snarled, his grip tightening, claws digging into his flesh. His hips jerked and he slammed Angel down, his cock pressing into his womb and swelling, knot locking him inside.
“Oh oh oh!” Angel mewled, his back arching as another orgasm rushed through him, his body convulsing as the stag’s thick, warm cum flooded his insides, painting his walls white and filling his womb.
Angel couldn’t stop shaking, his body felt so hot and his heart was pounding in his ears, his vision was blurred.
He whined, bouncing desperately on his knot, milking his cock, his thighs trembling.
“Oh, fuck, I can’t- I need- I need more. Please.” He begged, his cunt was still sore and twitching, his clit throbbing and he knew he needed more, his heat was demanding more.
Alastor was still growling softly, his arms tight around the trembling doe. He bucked his hips, fucking the pretty thing with his knot, smirking as Angel squealed, his ears pinned back.
“Don’t worry, ma petite, I’m not done with you yet. I won’t be finished with you until I’ve pumped your pretty little cunt full.” He murmured, his mouth moving to the bite on his neck, lapping at the wound.
Angel’s cunt twitched at his words, a fresh wave of slick gushing around the stag’s cock.
Alastor purred.
“Ah, you’re a greedy thing, aren’t you, sweetheart? My greedy little doe. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
He laid Angel back down on the bed, his hips rolling, knot tugging at his entrance.
“I’m going to ruin you, sweet pet. I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Angel could only mewl, his legs spread, tail quivering and ears pinned back, his fingers clutching the blankets.
“Good doe.”
••❦••
Hours later, Angel was limp and exhausted, his cunt was raw and his body was sore but he was satiated and warm, his belly slightly rounded from Alastor’s spend, the stag’s cum and slick soaking the blankets and his thighs.
“Mm, you did very well, cher.” Alastor’s voice was warm and husky, his body curled around the smaller doe, his face buried in soft hair. His hands were gentle, fingers gently rubbing up and down his back.
“Rest, mon amour.” He whispered, his voice lilting, and the sound of jazz began filling the air, the soft crackling of the radio static joining the melody. “Go to sleep, my darling.”
Angel yawned and snuggled closer, his arms wrapped loosely around the stag’s waist, his cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat and his breathing, slowly drifting off.
Alastor watched him quietly, his eyes glowing, his claws stroking through soft white and pink locks.
When he intentionally caused the little things' heat to start early he hadn’t expected this outcome, he’d wanted to test his resistance to another deer sinners' pheromones, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.
He’d always wondered what it would be like to have a mate.
And this one was just too tempting.