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“What's the true definition of trust? Two cannibals havin’ oral sex!” Angel cackled, spilling his drink on the carpet. Niffty immediately pounced on the mess with a cheery hum. Charlie chuckled weakly and sipped her virgin daiquiri. (“S'just fuckin’ juice with a paper umbrella,” Husk grumbled when he handed it to her.)
Girl's Night was off to its usual start.Charlie had wanted to organize a weekly ladies’ get-together to spend more time with her residents as a friend. Her ex had declined for obvious reasons, but Niffty was thrilled about the idea. Angel invited himself along because “fuck it, I'm close enough” and occasionally brought Cherri along when she visited the hotel. None of the new residents felt comfortable joining (yet! Charlie optimistically added).She tried to schedule fun activities… though more often than not Charlie’s dream of a 'Stitch-and-Bitch' group devolved into an excuse to drink. Tonight was mani-pedi and pajama's night.“Ooh! I love jokes. I have a good one: What did Cinderella say when she got to the ball? Nothing, she gagged!” Niffty grinned behind her mai tai. Angel and Cherri cackled. Charlie choked on her drink, not expecting the punchline from the petite sinner. She couldn't help laughing with the others.“I've got one,” Cherri sipped her beer. “What’s the difference between jam and marmalade?”“Ya can't marmalade a dick in my ass!” Angel cut her off gleefully.“You bitch!” She laughed, throwing
a good-natured punch at his lower set of arms.“Sorry, I've heard them all.” He turned to Charlie. “Your turn, toots! Give us a joke.”“Uh… what's the difference between a hippo and a zippo? One's heavy, the other's a little lighter!”“Heh, cute.” Angel dipped the small brush into the top coat and went over his nails.
Cherri blew a raspberry. “Boo, tell us a dirty one!”“I don't really know any, sorry.” She shrugged. The movement caused Charlie’s loose shirt to slide down her shoulder.“Holy fuck, blondie- ya get fuckin’ mauled by an animal?” Cherri's eye boggled at the purple marks that covered her collarbone.“Yeah, her boyfriend~” Angel crooned. Shit.“It's nothing!” Charlie brushed it off, pulling her sleep shirt over the line of healing bruises and scratches.Nothing, her foot. Charlie remembered every second of those marks. They matched the ring of puncture marks on her breasts. Alastor had been a bit overzealous and bitey the other night… but Charlie was raised not to take shit from other demons. By the end of the night Alastor’s own neck was decorated with a necklace of deep, purple love bites. He made the most delightful sounds as she left each mark, ringed with the smudged black remnants of her lipstick.Niffty pulled Charlie’s shirt collar aside to get a better view of the bite marks. “I didn’t know you liked pain too!”Charlie's face flushed, refusing to acknowledge that remark with an answer. Refused to think about the deep mark Alastor left on her shoulder when he came, and how quickly she had followed him over the edge at the sensation.“Man, hate to see what Smiles did to your snatch with those chompers.” Angel grinned.Cherri snickered and downed the rest of her drink. “I dunno, he doesn't seem the type. That stick up his ass won't let him bend over far enough to eat pussy.”Charlie was not the kind to kiss and tell, especially given how private Alastor was; however, she would not sit there and let someone insult her partner. She fixed her haughtiest stare at Cherri. “I'll have you know it’s one of his favourite things to do.”(She was aware that revealing this would inevitably come back to bite her in the ass, but… well, her father was the ruler of Pride. Hubris and bad decision making was in her blood.)“Ho-lee shit, get outta here!” Angel cackled in disbelief.“I can see it,” Niffty nodded cryptically. She inspected the French tips painted on her delicate fingers, waiting for them to dry.“No fuckin’ way. I don't believe it.” Cherri nearly dropped the bottle of nail polish.“What was that you said about the definition of trust?” Charlie picked up Angel’s abandoned drink and drained the contents with a flourish. “Hm, let’s just say I have a lot of trust in Al. Niffty, pass the black polish, please?”If anything, Charlie undersold her partner. Alastor was a voracious cunnilinguist. It was one of the few intimate acts she could count on when he visited her bedroom. (Always in the privacy of their chambers. Alastor staunchly refused to conduct their dalliances in another room where anyone could stumble across them.) He was thorough and methodical: putting his long tongue and longer fingers to good use. Alastor rarely asked for anything in return from her; more than happy to give pleasure rather than waste time and energy to receive it.He was also the only partner to ever successfully cause her to ejaculate. Several months ago he was attempting to coax who-knows-what-number orgasm from her pliant, pleasure-exhausted body when Charlie came with a throaty groan, coating his face with her fluids as her entire body trembled. She was mortified, but her partner was merely perplexed by the sudden new development. He stared up at her, blinking owlishly between her legs, rivulets of her release dripping downhis sharp chin. When she explained what had happened (red face buried in her hands, holy shit this was worse than explaining what ‘queefing’ was) Alastor was absolutely giddy with pride that he was able to accomplish such a task. It had become an annoying addition to their boudoir when he truly wanted to fluster her, due to the near-punishing state of pleasure it took to get her to that point.The Radio Demon did indeed eat… out. So take that, Cherri Bomb, oh ye of little faith!
It shouldn’t have bothered her, but Cherri’s words had made Charlie think. Angel’s friend was crass and brash–sometimes bawdier than the spider demon!–but she was honest to a fault. Where some Sinners would sugar-coat their words for Charlie (often to the point of infantilising), Cherri remained unapologetically genuine. It was a quality she also valued in Alastor. Still, she was more than a little hurt by Cherri’s comments the other night.
Her relationship with Alastor was always going to be scrutinized, and she didn’t need to justify or defend him when she knew the truth in her own heart. She gave up on that fight after a particularly nasty argument with Vaggie. Still, it would be nice to have some trust from her friends. Hell, Alastor wasn't even the worst person she had dated-- that dubious honor fell to Seviathan von Eldritch.They were young, so their amorous affections rarely progressed beyond heavy petting. But Seviathan expressed some fairly hurtful opinions about her body and female pleasure that stuck with her for many years. Cherri’s dismissive comments happened to stir up that hornet’s nest all over again.
Several days after Girl’s Night, Charlie was laying in bed with Alastor’s head pillowed against her bare thighs, staring up at her as she basked in the afterglow of their coupling. Sinking against the headboard, she looked down at him with a smile that he recognized as her overthinking face.“Something on your mind, darling?” If she was still capable of any thought after their session tonight, he clearly had not done enough.She raked her nails over the short undercut of his hair. He purred into her skin, pushing up against her hand. “Just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you. Not a lot of men enjoy… well, that.”“Cunnilingus?” He filled in the blank when Charlie trailed off. He quirked a narrow eyebrow when she gave a short but clearly embarrassed nod. “Why on earth not?”“I don’t know, they come up with some excuse. They don’t enjoy it. Their jaw hurts or their fingers cramp. They don’t like the taste.”Alastor sat up to look at her properly “Absolute wacky nonsense. There is nothing more exquisite than watching you come undone. This body does not tire or cramp easily.” He paused to run his tongue over the length of his fingers, savoring the trace of her essence with a cheshire grin. “And any man or woman who would dare pass up the chance to sample the divine is an utter waste of space. I've finally found the one sweet I enjoy- why would I ever deny myself a taste?”He held a finger out and she hesitantly licked the pad of his index finger. It was sweet with a bitter undercurrent, almost citrusy.“Besides, my dear- is it not more pleasurable for you than penetration?” He tapped her clit, causing her to squeak and curl in on herself. “This little thing has more nerves than any other part of the male or female body! Why would anyone ignore that?”Of course he would get anatomical with her. It was endearingly un-sexy.
“Some women are shy about it, too.”He scoffed. “‘Shy’ is not a word I would ever associate with you, darling.”“Self-conscious, then.”“Ah, now that sounds far more likely. Too stuck in that little head of yours to realize your true potential.” He climbed up her body. “Are you self-conscious of the way your body appears?”Charlie made a non-committal noise. Alastor fixed her with a no-nonsense stare and a tight, closed smile, and she caved. “Kiiind of? I mean, no one really likes how that part of them looks. It’s pretty weird. I mean, I’ve got that mole right–”Alastor placed a finger against her lips, still damp from her saliva and arousal. “No, no, no- that won’t do at all. Why, I’m afraid I shall have to rectify this post-haste.”“Okay, Al. If you say so.” she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him into the nest of pillows, snuggling deep in his arms with a yawn.“Charlie, you know I am a man of my word.”“And right now you are a man of too many words,” she playfully poked his nose. “Go to sleep.”Alastor chuckled into her hair and allowed her to drift off, letting his mind wander for some time. He absentmindedly flipped between channels and frequencies, maintaining a low hum to not disturb Charlie.Charlie, utterly swamped with hotel operations, had quickly forgotten about his promise.Three new patrons had signed into the hotel and were quickly proving to be a handful. Fortunately Vaggie’s “aerobics” class (an excuse for sinners to take their violent frustrations out on gym equipment instead of the other residents) was the perfect solution. A door-to-door imp salesman from the Lust Ring pestered her multiple times a day for four days straight, peddling his sex toy pyramid scheme. She couldn’t even bring herself to chastise Alastor when he set the imp on fire. Unfortunately, her dear uncle Asmodeus did take some umbrage with the late imp’s mistreatment (how was she supposed to know he was the CE-Hoe of a legitimate business venture? The little bastard talked so fast the only word she could actually make out was ‘dildo.’) Charlie promised some form of edible arrangement as an apology. Fruit or underwear; she’d decide when she got to the store.But after an agonizing week, it was finally Friday, which meant it was time for her weekly lunch date with Alastor. No hotel work, no overlord business: their schedules were cleared to fully enjoy the other's company as a quiet oasis from the stress of their day-to-day routine. And a chance for Alastor to show off his cooking skills.Charlie entered his room with her usual knock on the door. She spotted the delicate bistro table on the edge of his conjured bayou with a single chair. No tables or plates were laid on the wood.“Where's lunch?” she looked around the room.“It just arrived.”“Oh! Did you order takeout?” Charlie tried hard not to sound disappointed. She genuinely enjoyed his cooking. Especially when he paired it with stories about his life before.Alastor crossed the room without a word and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground. Charlie squeaked in surprise and instinctively wrapped her legs around him for support. His hands moved to cup her backside, carrying her to their table and placing her on top of the wood. He pulled in his chair and sat delicately on the edge. She looked at him confused, until he materialized an elastic and began tying back his hair. Oh . She felt a rush of hot arousal pool between her legs.Alastor paused, tracing his long claws along the button of her fly. “Let me take these off,” he murmured, glancing down at her beneath his long lashes. He still had to tilt his head down to meet her eyes at this height.Something about him asking permission struck her with a bolt of pleasure. Alastor, a man who took without permission and claimed whatever he wanted, asking to take off her clothes. It gave Charlie a heady rush of power.
“Yes,” she breathed.He eased her body down to lay on the tabled and began working off her pants, pausing for Charlie to lift her bottom so he could pull them down her legs. They were carelessly tossed behind him on the glowing grass. Alastor hummed, running his bare fingers over her porcelain skin. The dark, wiry muscles of his forearms were a stark contrast in the warm light of his room. When had he removed his own coat?“How rude, we appear to be missing a seat!” Alastor suddenly remarked, as though it had just occurred to him. “Allow me to volunteer.”Charlie squawked again when he suddenly hoisted her body off the table, dragging her hips to his mouth and tossing her knees over his broad shoulders. His dark hands cupped the soft flesh of her ass. Claws prickled dangerously against her skin.“Bon appétit, cher.” he murmured thickly against her mound before digging in. Her head knocked against the table and Charlie was absolutely powerless to stop the cry of pleasure that burst from her lips. Alastor circled her clit with his tongue, flicking down every other rotation to tease her aching core. The prep work was hardly needed, she was already wet after the way he easily maneuvered her body. His fingers slid inside with little resistance.It felt odd being suspended freely in the air but Alastor had her securely anchored and supported. She felt her arms trembling to support her weight under the onslaught. She absolutely adored watching him between her legs, but there was no way she was going to be able to keep her strength up to watch the entire performance.
“Absolutely perfect.” he murmured against her skin, placing a single kiss to the swollen nub. “Ma belle. You deserve to be worshiped like the queen you’re destined to become.”“Hardly,” she replied before she could stop herself. Alastor immediately stopped, pulling back from her body with narrowed eyes in the closest approximation of a frown that she had seen. His ears twitched.“I thought I made myself clear that there was to be no more of that?”“Can we maybe not have this conversation when I am literally naked in front of your face?” Charlie grimaced, the cool air uncomfortable against her damp core.Alastor traced his tongue along her puffy labia, gently nipping at the soft inner skin of her inner thigh. Charlie squirmed. “This. And this. Are perfect. And here,” he paused to suck on her clit. He hummed in satisfaction at her reaction, causing a rush of her arousal to land on his tongue. “And this,” he growled.Lecture abandoned for now, he began fucking into her with his tongue; overcome now beyond words in his pursuit of savoring everything Charlie had to give. He would focus each downstroke on the soft, spongy part of her upper walls that made her hooves curl in on the arch of her feet. His sharp nose brushed against her clit.“Oh, fuck–”Alastor adjusted his grip to continue massaging her clit in counterpoint to his tongue. Charlie came against his mouth and Alastor held her firmly in place to not miss a single drop from her quivering body. He moved to suck on her clit and began scissoring her open to work in three long fingers. She keened, barely heard over the wet sounds of his fingers pumping into her with determination.Her second orgasm was quickly approaching, though Alastor kept her perilously close to the edge without promise of release. “Alastor,” she gasped.“Getting close again, dear?”“Mmm,” she nodded.“Not until we fix this little problem of yours.”“What are you talking about?” Charlie only partially whined at the loss of his mouth again.“You don’t believe that this,” he curled his fingers. “is attractive.”“I am so not in the mood for another mid-sex lecture,” she banged her head against the table.“I want to hear you say it,” he whispered on her skin. “That you recognize what a wonderful creature you are. I want to devour every ounce of your pleasure until you can only think of my name. And I want to feel you let go."“Fu-ah! Alastor, yes- wanna come, please!”“Then say it,” his fingers slowed to an agonizing crawl and he removed one of the digits. The building pressure of her thwarted release settled uncomfortably in her lower abdomen.“I…” Charlie faltered. The words felt clumsy on her tongue.“Think of it as one of your exercises, dear! What would our residents say if our fearless leader failed to practice what she preached?” Alastor began to remove another finger from her quim when Charlie finally caved.“I deserve to feel good.” she said weakly.He chuckled darkly. “You can do better than that.”Charlie's resolve was slowly crumbling. “Make me feel good, please- makes me feel so beautiful when all I can see is your face between my thighs.”“Easy to do when you’ve done most of the work, cher. You’re absolute perfection.” The lazy drag of his fingers began to build up speed.“Yes! I'm worthy, I'm capable, whatever I tell our guests to say, and dammit I can see why they all hate these stupid exercises!!”Alastor suddenly curled three fingers inside her and Charlie's back arched off the table. Long blonde hair slipped from its tie and surrounded her in a halo.“Ah, wanna feel good, oh fuck, please- Alastor!” his name was a prayer on repeat, increasing in breathy pitch.He dragged her the rest of the way to the table’s edge and hunched over her, finally losing his composure. His body began to elongate and she heard the sharp crack of bone against bone as he succumbed to his demon form. Lights flickered and the radio in his room rapidly
changed stations until the speaker blew out. His tongue, now larger in size, thrust inside of her. Fuck, it was still a tight fit even after he had warmed her up. She whimpered at the intrusion. He ran his broad hands over her thighs in a possessive gesture and sank his claws into the skin. Antlers stretched to fill the empty air and weighed his head down, crushing his wide mouth against her cunt.“Darling,” he growled. His voice was a presence in the air, allowing him to continue speaking when his tongue was otherwise occupied. “Oh, darling –“ He pushed her over the edge with a precise touch against her clit and continued to thrust his tongue deeper inside, wet and slick with the combination of his thick saliva and her arousal. He allowed no reprieve between orgasms. Oh, she knew what he was trying to do. And fuck she wanted to give it to him.“Let me spend every waking moment worshiping between your legs. Let me fill your mind with pleasure that consumes every doubt that festers in your beautiful mind,” words spilled from the static-heart in his chest, blending with the sound of Charlie’s musical cries. “Let me rip the spines out of every unworthy creature that allowed you to believe you were anything but perfection.”Charlie was so overcome and overstimulated she could barely keep track of the liturgy of promises woven between his fluctuating frequencies. She clenched her inner muscles to try and coax her orgasm along, relaxing her body and letting the sensation of Alastor’s frantic ministrations fully wash over her.“Charlie,” he gasped against her. And the honesty of his voice, the lack of his bubbling static filter; the genuine, desperate need was what finally caused the tension in her body to snap like the remains of Alastor’s long-discarded hair tie on the floor. She climaxed with a loud, prolonged wail and felt her release drench his skin. Alastor, normally reserved in his audible pleasure beyond a sharp exhale of air or a growl, honest-to-god moaned, a shiver wracking his oversized frame. He savored every drop and lapped at her arousal as his body slowly returned to his normal size.When he could sit without shattering the chair, he positioned his partner's limp body into his lap, her fluids streaking the straining bulge in his pristine dress pants. She gasped for air, leaning against him for support.He delicately dabbed his mouth with a napkin conjured out of thin air. “Delightful!” he proclaimed, back to his bombastic theatrics and crackling voice. Charlie was so pleasure-drunk she had no retort for his ridiculous showmanship. “Well, that was a productive lunch break! Shall we return to the lobby?”Charlie gazed up at him sluggishly, as if she were moving through water. She ran a single finger down his chest to trace the small buttons on his shirt. “Surely we can take a long lunch?”Alastor understood the double entendre and the studio audience laughed. “No need, dear. Though if you truly do wish to reciprocate, I doubt our absence will be noted. It pains me to say that a feather could finish me off right now.”Charlie gathered the remnants of her strength to begin a slow grind against his clothed erection. Alastor quickly took over and used her body as he needed. Each movement dragged her moist folds against him, and he allowed his forehead to rest against her sweat-drenched brow, sharing each breath and allowing Charlie to savor his desperate sounds. Thrusting up against her in the chair, his usually precise movements grew uncharacteristically sloppy as his need for release became all-encompassing. She reached between their bodies to sink her fingers into her slick- she was going to lick them for show, but Alastor was always one step ahead of her.
He captured her outstretched fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as he rutted against her. Eyes closed, she could feel the thick muscle laving over the digits, savoring the taste. He keened; a high, needy sound in the back of his throat. The closest he would ever get to an actual whimper. Her fingers popped from his mouth as he ran his tongue up between her fingers to not waste a single drop. His hot breath fanned over her palm as he locked eyes with her, taking her back in his mouth and sucking hard, cheeks nearly hollowing.If Charlie wasn’t so exhausted and boneless, she would have been game for another round at the sight of his heated gaze. But this was for him.
Too soon, she felt his body tense, and her hand muffled his shout as he climaxed. Charlie could feel the warmth of his release seeping through the fabric as he shuddered and jerked against her. Not once breaking eye contact even as his lashes fluttered and dark eyes struggled to stay open. (Distantly, Charlie realized this was the first time she had been allowed to watch his face as he came. He would always find a way to hide- capturing her mouth, pressing his cheek into her neck, biting any skin he could reach. A warmth blossomed in her chest at the unspoken trust, and the beautiful sight of her partner in pure ecstasy.)He sagged against her and she withdrew her fingers. Alastor wrapped his arms around her waist, chest heaving in an effort to drag air into his spent body, waiting for his heart rate returned to normal. He cleaned them up with a shaky finger snap and helped Charlie off his lap and to her feet. “Colour?”She would have to eventually correct his use of thir colour system. It probably felt too awkward to outright say ‘was it good for you?’ or any variant to make sure he wasn’t disappointing her with his comparable inexperience. Instead, Charlie leaned down and placed everything she could not say into a single kiss. “Perfect.” she echoed his earlier words. “Thank you.”He stood with a crackling stretch, pausing in the motion. “Damn, I think I put something on backwards. I can feel it.”Come to think of it, something felt off about her own outfit. “Alastor, where is my underwear?”He flashed a cheeky grin, opening his clenched hand to reveal her boy shorts dangling off his long finger.
The need for actual sustenance was still pressing, and Alastor lazily summoned his shadow to gather leftovers from the kitchen. The apparition returned with a stack of steaming containers, most bearing her father's name on the lid.Alastor eagerly opened the top dish. "Salad," his lip curled in utter revulsion.Charlie took the container with a laugh and handed him what appeared to be Angel's leftovers. "Here, I think this is a meat sauce."He accepted the superior dish with a quiet thanks. The pair sat in a cozy silence on the sofa, trading mouthfuls of their stolen food.
"Thank you," Charlie smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder."For the mind-blowing se--""For making me feel better." she cut him off. "That... that really did mean a lot to me.""And I meant what I said. Every word." he replied.It was all he could allow himself to say. Losing control of his sensibilities and verbal filter was mildly embarrassing in hindsight, but having put the words out there he found he did not wish to take them back. It was becoming quite the problem when Alastor was around Charlie- her uncanny ability to pull the deepest confession from his hollow chest, not realizing how true it was until the traitorous words had already spilled from his lips and into the airwaves.The thought of spending every moment with her warmed his soul in a way he was not quite ready to confront. But this--sharing pilfered leftovers, trading forks and smiles-- this was enough.And he would take it day by day.