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The thump of her head against the wall of the bedroom is loud, but she can’t find it in herself to care in the moment. How could she when she has Alastor pinning her against the wall, his long, plump tentacles restraining her wrists. The appendages also curl around the bends of her knees, lifting her off the ground higher than ever, then they jerk them apart forcefully. She cried out at the sting of her burning muscles being stretched.
The dark chuckle he lets out at her cry has her pushing her head into the wall harder and clenching her inner muscles futilely.
She’s still dressed, they both are, but she has lost her jacket somewhere and his overcoat is missing.
Her glittering ruby eyes travel on him as his crimson gaze does to her, as well.
Restrained as she is all she can do is pant through parched lips while her eyes trail over his face, his half lidded mysterious eyes, long patrician nose and his ever-present golden smile.
Tracing down the length of his strong neck to the unnatural width of his shoulders she flicks her eyes back up to his, when the tentacle he has wrapped around her throat stops her from being able to look any further down.
It squeezes just a touch, like a collar.
A warning.
A reminder.
Her breath wheezes a beat before he loosens it but her vision swims. She doesn’t know if it is from the arousal that flows like lava through her or from the lack of oxygen. Maybe both.
She doesn’t really care either way.
However, she does notice through fuzzy scattered thought, that his ears are standing straight and firm, alert, in seeming contrast with the rest of him- which has the deceptive appearance of calm.
With his control of her body, like a skillful puppeteer, he has created a space for his thin frame to step into the invite and rub against her. Her gasps mix with his static, laced rasping pants against the top of her head, ruffling her already tangled damp hair, the string of drool that falls from his mouth trails down her forehead like a bastardization of a baptism.
“Alastor, please. I need you so much.” Charlie whimpers, rubbing her lower body against his tented crotch as much as she can, enjoying what stimulation she can get due to her restricted movements.
Alastor leans over her, an arm above her head, holding perfectly still, allowing her to grind against his seemingly unaffected form.
She would have been more self-conscious about how cool he appeared, if it wasn’t for the throbbing swollen cock he pressed against the apex of her body. It was the only contact they shared at the moment, other than his tentacles, which have started massaging her body.
Then he leans down to the crook of her neck. Licking a stripe up the column she shivers uncontrollably; goosebumps travel up and down her body as he makes his way to her ear. Their heads rub against each other, nuzzling her nose into the side of his she smells his hair, taking compulsive inhales of his striking scent.
He smells of copper and damp earth.
“Look at you, rutting against me like a doe in heat. You just can’t help yourself, can you?” His pitying tone is all at once sardonic and gentle.
In the way only Alastor, the Radio Demon, can be.
“I have a secret though,” he whispers against her ear and she whimpers, her eyes widening when he pulls back. She meets his black sclera and red glowing dialed eyes, “I can’t help myself either, my dear.”
All pretense of calm disappears in a flurry of grasping claws and gnashing teeth. Licking and nibbling her ears, cheeks, neck everywhere he can reach without moving their lower halves, the grinding of his hips into hers and hers into his, accompanied by a chorus of sobbing pleas and growled promises.
He grips her shirt in two large clawed fists, ripping it open with one forceful tug in opposite directions, the buttons flying across the room.
Charlie’s shocked scream is cut off by a tentacle over her mouth, the appendage fits between her teeth to muffle her shaken noises.
Alastor stares at her exposed breasts with rapturous attention, his agile tongue glides across his teeth then licks his lips in anticipation. His hips give a few forceful thrusts as he reaches up and finishes ripping her shirt off. Each pump of his hips shifts her body along the wall like a rag doll.
The scraps flutter to the ground.
As if in a trance, he reaches forward with one hand and cups her left breast reverently. She jolts with the sudden contact and he lets out a shuddering breath, feeling the heavy weight of it. His thumb brushes her puckered nipple, letting out a dark chuckle when she arches her spine at the prickling sensation.
She follows his other hand with a piercing stare and baited breath as it dexterously flicks the button of her slacks open…
Charlie shoots upward in bed a breathless “Wait!” escapes her as she wakes up suddenly.
A lungful of air rushes from black chapped lips in an unfulfilled sigh, her nerves continue to buzz with the remembered sensations of the overly realistic dream.
This is really getting frustrating. She thinks rubbing her face tiredly, considering she has had the same dream, for the last month. It was actually way past frustrating at this point, but she is too tired to think much harder.
She clenches her eyes and holds onto the bedspread, hanging her head as the sting from the swelling, the pressure under her skin passes in a wave, making her breasts feel like heavy weights on her shoulders. Not to mention any little sensation caused her nipples to tighten, becoming sensitive furled buds at the slightest provocation.
They aren’t exactly easy to ignore anymore.
Not like when this first started.
The start of this mysterious condition began insidiously.
Slowly the erotic dreams of her partner invaded her mind as the distension occurred to her breasts, until one day she woke up and her side of the bed had been soaked through.
Sweet Nifty had believed her when she said she’d spilled a bowl of cereal in bed. Guilt lanced through Charlie’s gut when the maid had patted her leg and assured her, she’d cleaned worse things from Angel’s room. Thankfully the tiny cyclops interpreted the princess’s blushed face, stammered sentences, and twisted hands as embarrassment for the accident.
Her only saving grace was that no one else seemed to suspect what was happening.
Like most inconvenient things Charlie didn’t really have the time to deal with, she managed to convince herself that ignoring it until whatever was happening went away was the best course of action.
Only with this, it didn’t go away.
It got worse.
The side of her firm breast had apparently squeezed against the bed and the now familiar liquid had dripped from her, the fabric of her night shirt cold and stiff- a good indicator that she’s been leaking for a while.
She blinks owlishly, still shaking the sleep from her addled brain, giving a resigned sigh before moving to get up. A hiss of pain escapes from between clenched teeth when she has to use her arms to push out of bed, the pained noise morphs to a gasp of distress when more warm liquid drips from her nipples as she uses her chest muscles to move.
Charlie walks to the bathroom, grimacing and holding her shirt away from her chest to minimize the amount of liquid soaking into the fabric, for all the good it would do.
Another sleep shirt ruined, that would make the fourth one this month.
Not even bothering to unbutton it, she pulls the stained shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side to be discarded. Her ruby eyes go wide, shining with panic when she catches sight of herself in the full-length bathroom mirror. Her jaw drops in shock as she watches the trickle of milky fluid seeping from her blushed red nipples.
Where they were usually the same shade as her Angelic cheeks, now they were closer to the shade of red as her suit or her hooves.
Or Alastor’s eyes.
Charlie shakes her head stubbornly when the rogue thought conjures a fresh wave of memory from the dream she had just woken from. She also refused to think about how perfect the large mound of her flesh had looked being held so gently by him.
However, she does allow herself to remember the first time she realized what was happening.
She looks down at her chest for several moments, her still sleep addled thoughts struggling to process what might be happening to her.
Trails of the creamy liquid continue to drip down her stomach, threatening to soak into the stretchy band of her black panties.
Watching her reflection use a black tipped talon to collect a droplet of the cloudy liquid onto her finger and the reflection bringing it to her noir lips. Charlie watches with baited breath as the likeness opens her fanged mouth and inserts the mystery fluid into the cavern and onto the bumpy surface of her pink tongue.
However, it isn’t reflection Charlie who tastes, it’s her own tastebuds that feel the thickness, the sweetness and the creaminess of the fluid rolling around in her mouth.
Charlie’s thoughts whir in her brain for a full second, as it dawns on her.
An old memory, from a conversation with her mother comes to her.
Lilith had related to her a time where she had embarrassingly leaked a certain fluid from her chest in the middle of a meeting with a representative of Heaven shortly after Charlie had been born.
“I'm lactating,” she squeaks. She winces when her palms clasp her breasts with panic, as if that would stop what was happening. “They're… fuck! Why the fuck am I lactating?!” She covers her face with her hands before growling. There wasn’t much time for the luxury of ponderance. “No! This won’t stop me from my duties and running the hotel! If anything… I’ll j-just see a doctor, if it continues…”
So, she hadn’t, or she tried not to let it get in the way of her daily errands, but sometimes things happened and she had to make hasty get aways.
A quick remedy she found was by binding her breasts so that they look natural but don’t seep too much. The thick fabric she used also keeps her nipples from being stimulated, which helps to mostly stop moisture from leaking through, but it also squeezes them together if she breathes too deeply.
So, she reminds herself once again to be careful about deep breaths.
What in the world is going on with this perplexing creature? Is Alastor’s thought as Charlie begs off an important financial meeting claiming she must have spilled the creamer from her coffee onto her shirt.
All he had done was point out the small wet spot on her chest, and she turns a lovely shade of puce.
Fluctuating blood red eyes lock onto his after he teasingly points it out, he smirks and doesn’t bother to hide that he is watching her, what would the point of that be? He is always watching her, and they both know it. It’s her particular reaction to his attention that draws his notice this time, her gaze averting from his, like cornered prey.
His ears perk forward, and his tail stiffens along with other parts of his body at the whiff of a hint of weakness from the stunning Princess.
Alastor watches her, brows raised over contemplative crimson eyes, clasped red tipped claws tented under his chin. He has to grind his teeth against the urge to hunt her down when she rushes from the room with a pile of folders clutched to her chest.
It’s a protective grasp.
Speaking of, Charlie’s lovely chest had been looking surprisingly ample lately as well.
That is one of many things he had been noticing different about the Princess, but couldn’t quite put his finger on why or how.
The mystery is maddening.
Then there is her smell, sweet to a fault usually but now there was a creamy richness to her that spoke of ambrosia, lust, greed. Randomly it would spike deliciously with fear and another scent weaving together, one unfamiliar to him, a musky mouthwatering scent that he can’t get enough of but doesn’t know how to produce from her reliably.
He might have been fooled by her excuse if he hadn’t been smelling it on her for days. It whispers to him in sultry dulcet tones, beckoning him to her.
Like a siren.
Charlie tries to get her files in order after the mess she had made of the meeting earlier, making sure this time to maintain her breathing, to stay calm. She really doesn’t want another humiliating episode to happen again at all, let alone today. She is officially out of her thicker bindings, until Nifty can wash them or she buys more, and now she is stuck with one of her thinner normal ones, which is a gamble, but she refuses to hole up in her room.
Angel saunters up to her later that day after hearing about the incident, “You know dairy stains, toots.” He gives her a cheeky wink before continuing, inspecting his nails casually, “If you need a reliable stain remover, let me know. I’ve had plenty of different types of stains to clean.”
Alastor walks into the room to hear the end of Angel’s comment, he expects a lot of reactions to the spider whore’s degenerate joke at Charlie’s expense but an uncomfortable chuckle from her isn’t one of them. Observing the Princess closer he notices that the poor darling looks like a deer in headlights, pun notwithstanding.
She shifts from hoof to hoof clutching her red suit jacket around herself awkwardly. He knows she changed her shirt and is currently clean.
Why is she still so spooked?
He finds it infuriating to see her so worked up about something that doesn’t have to do with him, but he can’t come out and say that, or do anything about it. Imagine how that would look to those just waiting for him to show a weakness, anything -or anyone- that his enemies could use against him.
Refusing to acknowledge the dread in his black-as-tar heart that the princess might not feel the same as he did could be why he refused to indulge himself with the idea of pursuing her.
None of that means he can’t look, and lust, in silence.
Ready to put Angel down, either metaphorically or literally remaining to be seen, he starts, “Now, now. Angel...” he sighs and puts a hand on Charlie’s shoulder but he startles when Charlie jumps under his hand, interrupting his speech and shocking them all into silence.
A jumbled pierce of feedback from his own disbelief echoes in the parlor and her flushed face slowly becomes redder as stilted apologies tumble from her soft lips.
He tilts his head to assess her, his eyes running along her body. Dark circles and golden hair just a touch fuzzier than usual, indicating that she has been running a hand through it too much.
The poor dear.
He clasps his large hands over her cheeks and enjoys the sight of her face squishing between his kneading fingers. Knowing that for as much as she complains and rolls her eyes at his pinching and teasing, she enjoys the act as much as he does.
It is a sweet moment, familiar and calming, until he takes a large inhale.
His eyes fall closed while he enjoys the smell weaving itself into his brain, cataloguing and filing the scent into his memory. He doesn’t see her half-lidded eyes pop open in a panic, but he does feel her stiffen and try to pull away.
He opens his eyes in time to see her taking advantage of his lapse in attention, managing to pry his claws from her face and scramble away, scampering from him once again. This time it is much harder to remind himself of the reasons he can’t hunt her down and force her to tell him what is going on.
He vows to find out the next time they meet.
Angel and Husk exchange a perplexed glance as Charlie dashes away after her nervous apologies and clasping her suit jacket desperately to her chest.
Next Morning
Charlie’s routine maintains the same.
Only somehow, today she wakes to even further swollen breasts, an almost steady stream of liquid flowing out of her nipples while standing in the steaming shower. She had read in a pregnancy book that the heat would loosen the muscles and cause the milk to let down faster.
It definitely did, she watches the vortex swirl of white fluid circle the drain hypnotically but all of what she loses seems to be replaced as fast as it leaves her body.
Damn her powerful demonic body and regeneration.
She’s still out of thick bindings, but she isn’t as anxious today. No meetings or exercises on the calendar, a rare free day which allows her the chance to go buy more of what she needs.
She just has to make her way there.
Even before this nonsense with her breasts and her strangely evolving feelings toward Alastor, she hadn’t had a good day in a while.
Charlie pumps her fists, a smile wide and aching in the best way spreads across her face, ready and determined to make today a fucking happy day in hell.
She all but skips through the parlor, her heavy breasts not allowing her the freedom of a good skip these days, but she is finally ready for a relaxing day.
“Good morning, my dear!”
The modulated radio tones of her partner come from his wingback, a cup of coffee in one hand raises to his mouth, fresh too if the wisps of steam coming off it are any indication.
Clearing her throat, she realizes awkwardly she hasn’t answered his greeting.
It isn’t that she isn’t happy to see him, in fact it’s quite the opposite.
She’s afraid she’s too happy to see him.
“Ah! Alastor, morning!” Rubbing the back of her neck, she cringes inwardly at how chipper she sounds.
She is excited to see him, her swollen breasts tell her so if her eager fluttering cunt wasn’t an indicator.
The Radio Demon seated across from where she stands, smirking perceptively as he sips his coffee.
Alastor’s posture is relaxed, his left claw resting on the arm of his chair, fingers tapping the wood while the other holds his customary pink and red ‘Oh Deer’ mug. One of his long legs is crossed over the other in an elegant fashion, his now hovering booted left foot lazily bobs along to a jazzy tune playing from his staff, which leans next to him.
When he stands, the movement draws her face back to him once again, and their eyes connect magnetically.
“Nervous, sweetheart?” he asks she hears the amusement lacing into the modulated static of his voice, then he is taking a step toward her. Bending at the waist to get closer to her eye line, his staff summoned to his hands behind his back.
Her breath shortens the closer he gets to her; she knows she needs to calm down but with every breath she gets more of his scent.
Somehow her stupid dreams apparently knew just what he smelled like.
Copper and damp earth.
Not wanting to seem weak, she straightens her back and clears her throat. Almost right away she realizes her mistake, her straightened shoulders push her chest forward making her already prominent chest that much more so.
Alastor’s head tilts inquisitively observing how Charlie shuffles her hooves nervously as he leans into her space. She’s acting odd, he knows it, but why? If he didn’t know better….
She feels his sharp gaze shoot and then linger on her chest well before his eyes raise to meet hers, an eyebrow inches up his forehead, high enough to disappear behind his bangs.
His body follows to stand as straight as she does, he now towers a head taller than her, not counting his ears and antlers.
“Charlie, are you alright? This is quite an unusual greeting, my dear…” Alastor teases, his grin curling with delight as the inquiry passes through his fangs.
Charlie raises a curious eyebrow, opening her mouth and ready to ask him to elaborate when he sweeps his eyes down meaningfully and point-point-points with one red tipped talon toward the front of her shirt.
She follows his pointing and a jolt of panicked electricity travels down her spine to see the front of her white button up. Both sides of her chest are slowly acquiring enlarged circles of dampness around where her nipples are.
Charlie lets out a squeak of mortification that has Alastor giggling, she sweeps her arms around her middle protectively, turning her body away from his roving interested gaze.
Oh Hells, why didn’t I wear my jacket today?! Her thoughts frantically scream at her, cursing herself for the slip in wardrobe.
She tries to explain between stutters, her embarrassment causing her tongue to trip over every other word, “N-no! Alastor, y-you don’t understand! I don’t know w-what happened! I woke up like this! My breasts got bigger almost overnight weeks ago and I started l-la-lac…lact..” Her eyes well with unshed tears shaking her head unable to even voice the last word, she trails off letting the half-formed explanation hang in the air between them filled with implication and anticipation. Her head turns shamefacedly toward the floor, her cheeks bright like the glowing red sun in their sky.
Gosh this is so embarrassing! Her miserable thoughts begin to spiral into a wellspring of negativity. She buries her hands in her hair and lets out a pained moan that has Alastor’s breath curiously hitch in his chest.
Alastor sweeps his amused heated gaze over her crumpling form, to her fidgeting hands curled in her hair, his mischievous crimson orbs twinkle in sadistic delight at her squirming.
Lovely thing is like a worm on a hook.
He watches his Princess attempt to explain her situation, an exercise in futility really, since she doesn’t understand what has happened. He doesn’t either, but one doesn’t have the most bargained souls in their stable, outside of Lucifer himself, without knowing how to recognize an opportunity when it shows itself.
This- THIS -is an opportunity that he refuses to ignore.
Besides, his sweet doe needs him, what kind of gentleman would he be if he left her in her time of need.
It’s like with her situation revealed Charlie’s tears and worries stream from her almost as freely as the sweet-smelling moisture flows from her painful looking breasts to soak through her shirt.
A smile scales slowly up his face meeting the corners of his eyes, golden yellow fangs and glowing crimson eyes both flash dubiously at Charlie as she continues to try and explain.
Her musical voice is deliciously frustrated, her bodies tension ratchets with each pacing pass in front of his frozen body, standing as still as death, the only movement from the deer demon is the glowing narrowed eyes that follow Charlie intensely.
“I have some kind of breast discharge and-and it keeps flowing! I tried to wrap my chest, you know, to put some pressure on them but it didn’t work! I didn’t want to be late or cancel our activities for the residents so I decided to deal with it later, but later never came. S-so I-I…”
Alastor interrupts her gently but firmly, and she looks at him expectantly. Tingles spread from his fingers up his arms, like ants marching along his nerve endings. His cock twitches in his slacks at the sight of her expectant face looking up at him to assist her.
Oh, he will.
Alastor’s voice is scratchy and strained with static, “Oh, Charlie…”
Clearing his throat, he cups Charlie’s face gently, caressing her hair back along her cheeks, he presses his forehead against hers as he laments “...you poor thing.”
The way her eyes close, long black lashes fanned against red cheeks, her lovely face tilting into his palm like a kitten, he groans wildly, the sound thankfully only in his head, “I’m so glad you told me of your problem, dear Charlie, now I can assist you with it. Let me HELP you.” It is not a question or an offer, emphasized in the way he snatches her forearm for himself, pulling her steadily into his arms.
He takes a moment to enjoy how the frontal embrace he pulls her into allows him to feel her hardened damp breasts against his lower chest before he shadow ports them to her bedroom.
Alastor absolutely can’t have the others seeing him help her after all.
He ignores her surprised gasp at his sudden action, relishing the feel of her silken skin trapped in his claw. Clenching his hand tighter resisting the way she tries to yank her arm back, smoothly reeling her in with a dizzying twirl, securing her back to his front.
Caging her in his arms, his body became a prison of unyielding flesh and warm breaths panted from between his saliva moistened lips against her shivering nape.
He groans watching a string of drool drip from his mouth down along the back of her neck the slow descent into the collar of her shirt a delicious agony he never wanted to end, but it must because he has to help his partner!
What? Her sluggish brain struggles to catch up to Alastor’s actions.
Alastor speaks against her ear, she can’t see his face but she can hear the way his tongue licks his lips and fangs in between his sentences, “First of all, you did not go about solving this issue in the correct way, and because of this you failed to consider the consequences. As a result, you’ve stained your lovely shirt!”
Charlie is surprised more than anything that for all that she feels in this moment however, fear isn’t one of them. She doesn’t fear that Alastor will hurt her, not in the traditional ways anyway, she could easily see him tormenting her in some way for his enjoyment.
Nothing too bad in the grand scheme of things.
She is extremely nervous however.
At the same time though what if he really could help her feel better, he would make her able to participate and function for the hotel again.
“Alast-…”
His claws grip the few centimeters of loose fabric her enlarged flesh leaves in the previously loose button up “Since this shirt is ruined anyway, I will assist you in getting rid of it!”
Recognizing what he is about to do she tries to stop him, despite knowing it is a token resistance, “N-n-no! W-wait!”
She jumps, her back jarring against his chest which he studiously ignores. Utilizing a portion of his deceptive strength, he rips the stained shirt from her torso.
If he had thought the smell of her had been overwhelming before it is nothing compared to the now free scent of her honied milk dampened skin.
Charlie is hit by a wave of dizziness as the scene of him ripping her shirt from her dreams overlaps with the reality of the act in this moment. The pearl buttons bouncing along the floor of her room in almost the same cadence and beat as how they did in fantasy.
Alastor continues now, his voice lowering to a gruff vibration through clenched fangs, eyes rapt and riveted to the sight over her shoulder. The overhead view of her engorged breasts exposed to him, “Second of all, the best solution to this particular problem is easy,” he swallows, despite his mouth being dry, “we must get the milk out of you. I will do this by squeezing your breasts with a firm grip...”
Long sinewy arms reach under hers cupping her breasts in his claws from below, his growl echoes the whimper she releases at the first touch. His chilled palms both soothe and cause her to let out a pained hiss.
Her nipples bud even further than they already are, the tight furl stinging and aching.
Full body shivers suffuse his being from the heat radiating from her chest, he can’t tell if it is milk or sweat that drips over the backs of his hands.
The devastating need and want blaring inside of him to consume all of her doesn’t care.
Her head falls back heavily against his shoulder, ignoring his strained chuckle when she lets out a whine.
Charlie’s breath heaves from her open mouth while watching from beneath lowered lids as Alastor’s dexterous hands weigh and manipulate her unfettered breasts, even for hands as large as dinner plates, his palms fail to completely encircle even the base of her swollen breasts.
Alastor grunts in displeasure when he can’t get a good grip, making him unable to milk her adequately.
She releases a loud sob when he pinches her nipples harshly and pulls the globes away from her body by the sensitive buds, he keeps hold of the extended nipples just a touch too long before letting go.
Charlie’s hoarse cries echo in his fluttering ears and the manipulation of her body has his throbbing cock grinding into the small of her back instinctively, he barely notices he’s humping her desperately until he feels the way his balls have drawn up in preparation to cum. He clasps his lips together, chewing on them, he whimpers as the aching tension of the impending orgasm fades away.
He rests his chin on her shoulder, backing his hips up just a touch to limit stimulation and control himself.
The sway of her breasts bouncing back and forth between his pulling on and releasing them is hypnotic.
Charlie catches her breath enough to finally plead, “S-Stop Al! This is too much…! I-I can’t…”
Her tiny body twitches and jerks thanks to his torturous rhythmic pinching and squeezing, her back arches thrusting further into his hands, but she also twists her shoulders to try and escape.
Of course he doesn’t allow that.
He pinches her nipple harder as punishment, her husky call is music to his fidgety ears. She throws her head back, exposing the line of her throat, and what an invitation this is.
He buries his face into her neck, inhaling her, tasting her, feeling her.
Alastor wants to infuse all of his senses with her.
Masking his absolutely wrecked state from her he chuckles into her ear, “My, my, I didn’t expect them to be so very full! You waited too long to tell me about this and now I can barely wrap my hands around them... tsk tsk… You must be in so much pain, my dear. Though with how engorged you are it appears that I will have to resort to another method to help you after all.”
“What m-method?” Charlie stutters through trembling lips, turning her head to look at him over her shoulder.
Alastor draws away from her just enough and gives a dark chuckle when it causes a whine from her, her knees wobble at the loss of his support. He steps around her and extends his hand, "Well my sweet, why don’t you come with me and find out?"
Drawn in by his teasing smirk and the promise in his eyes to help her, Charlie nods. Sliding her small pale hand into his larger slender one. Her eyes widen as he leads them to her large bed.
Alastor’s smile is playful as he takes a seat on the edge, relaxing back on his hands he waits and watches patiently as Charlie hesitates by biting the inner corner of her black lip.
Despite his outward calm, inside he’s raging, his eyes flicker between his normal crimson to demonic dials bathed in pools of dark sclera.
“You know, my dear, if you don’t actually need my help, I do have other things I could be doing today…” Alastor says nonchalantly at her continued hesitance, “I’m sure you’ll do just fine without me…” it’s a gamble, and he knows it, as he moves to sit up he even makes it half way off the bed before Charlie yells and her tiny hands grip his shoulders to forcefully push him to the head of the bed.
He breathes out a silent sigh of relief as she scrambles onto his lap, pleading with him, "Please, Al, help me?" her anxious eyes swim with panic.
Alastor nods and she gives a sigh of relief that ends on a choked cough when her eyes snap back open to the feeling of a long lick to her left breast.
Charlie watches Alastor’s triumphant smile, his eyes closed in bliss, as he licks his lips of the creamy liquid.
“Ahh, Charlie you are very tasty, my sweet. So very addictive.” He purrs against her sensitive skin. The vibration of his words causes her to groan and toss her head back in effect pushing her chest closer to his mouth in offering.
Alastor looks up at the Princess perched on his lap, her inverted eyes clenched shut as he massages the sides of her perfect plump breasts which created a cleavage he has the urge to bury his face in, but he is too enthralled by the rain of milk that trickles onto his shirt and coat from the tips of her rosy red nipples. The sweet-smelling liquid soaks the fabric decadently. It is warm against his chest as it makes its way through the layers saturating through to his chest fur, he knows he could smell like her for days after this and it makes him smile harder at the thought.
Her tail repeatedly thwaps against the bedspread agitatedly between his spread knees. Repeatedly grinding her heated cunt down onto his lap. Alastor groans at the synchronized dampness in his lap and on his chest, her arousal infuses the air along with the rich fertile milk she’s producing.
It is a mouth-watering cocktail that causes his head to start spinning.
Charlie whimpers when Alastor wraps his lips around her nipple harder in response to her needy movements, sucking the bud punishingly, in response she squeals at the pain and cups his head to her chest, wrapping both arms around his head to squeeze him closer. His tongue slithers around her mound and wraps around the whole breast, using the appendage he rhythmically squeezes the swollen flesh milking her. The spray of milk leaves her nipple faster now, squirting the back of his throat and directly sliding down his throat.
He barely needs to swallow, but tasting her is one of the best parts so he slows down pulling his tongue back and shifts his mouth from one breast to the other, kissing both and paying each equal attention to each.
Charlie yelps in shock, flailing backwards as a giggling Alastor suddenly flips them on the bedspread.
Now he is on top of her, between her knees, managing to keep hold of her breasts as well as maintaining his mouth’s place on one of her nipples. Charlie’s eyes roll when he attacks her chest with renewed vigor, it lets her see the rack of antlers he has sprouted along with a writhing mass of tentacles protruding from his back.
His eyes have also blackened with the familiar glowing red radio dial in the center that peers up at her from beneath lowered red eyelids. He looks drunk in a way she has seen him only a few other times, but this time it isn’t an effect from alcohol, it’s just her making him this way.
That gives her a heady feeling of power knowing that she can bring the Radio Demon to this point, a new type of madness she finds she craves to see from him, one that only she can cause.
Her head flies back, bouncing on the bed when he performed a particularly hard suckle- the pull from the ducts in her breast flaring and releasing, a delicious sting that he repeats over and over wordlessly demanding she submit more of her milk to him.
In between her moaning and groaning she has a stray panicked thought.
“He’s going to devour me!”
Alastor feels dark glee suffuse him at the hint of fear in Charlie’s beautiful eyes and it makes his cock harden even more. The throbbing echoes through his head and pounds through his veins, a thrashing bass that has saliva filling his mouth and yearning clouding his mind.
His darling demon belle doesn’t understand that she has nothing to fear from him, or from anything else as long as he is around. Still though, he finds the rush from the sight of her emotions so free flowing entrancing, addicting.
She watches him crawl up her body like a large cat, all grace and menace, her cunt flooding the seat of her slacks when she shifts her legs back and forth. Her thighs rub together and a flash of pleasure rushes through her as her clit is massaged by the seat of her pants. While she was distracted with her own pleasure, Alastor had made his way up her body, swinging his leg over her stomach to sit comfortably.
Alastor seats himself on her abdomen like a king upon his throne.
Unbuckling his leather belt and with a flick of his fingers the button holding his slacks closed is popped open.
Charlie’s mind clears when noticing the deer demon proudly looming over her, his red tipped claw paused, hovering over the opening of his slacks. Almost as if he was waiting for her to notice him before he continues pulling his thick cock out of the opening. He hisses through gritted fangs down at her as the chill air rushes over the sensitive burning skin of his freed cock.
He gazes down at the prone Princess bared before him from the waist up, his cock hovers between her swollen breasts bobbing up and down with each excited throb. A clear glob of precum seeps from the slit in the head, landing on her chest and sliding down to pool in the dip in her clavicle, mixing with the droplets of milk that have splattered her chest from his feral suckling.
Alastor lets his cock rest heavily on her chest, taking her hands where they rest on the tops of his clothed thighs and uses them to firmly press her breasts together.
“Wanna be a good girl for me?”
Charlie nods dazed, the words causing her inner muscles to pulse greedily, another wave of moisture releases from her neglected cunt. She does want to be a good girl for him as she watches him stroking his own cock with his wet milk covered hand. It was huge, thick, roped with veins, and throbbing rock hard inside his hand. His bright red hair is frizzed with excitement and he is licking his fangs leisurely.
“Hold them firmly together for me, would you dear?”
Another placid dazed nod from her golden head, eyes half lidded.
Being mindful of the tenderness of her breasts so not to completely rouse her from her aroused stupor, he gently uses her hands to start kneading at either side of her breast before drawing them together to close on his cock. He moans and shudders at the feel of the slick heat surrounding him and pulls his hands away to let her do it herself.
Charlie makes sure Alastor’s cock is nestled warm and tight between the two mounds of soft flesh. The pressure on his cock sends a wave of relief through him that he couldn’t help but chase after. He thrusts into the cleavage of her chest, holding her shoulders tightly to give himself more leverage. He watches as the tip of his cock peeks out from between Charlie’s pale breasts with each thrust. Watches the way her lustful gaze is also fixed on his leaking head as it plays peek a boo with each frantic thrust, precum beads and drips onto her chest, smearing against the walls of her compressed chest.
She’s so obedient right now, it makes his hair frizz with electric eagerness. The power, his domination of such a gorgeous creature makes him all the more unrelentingly feral to mark her as undeniably his.
Charlie is oh so wonderfully sensitive to each of Alastor's movements. A beautifully debauched mess with her mouth hanging open, eagerly waiting for his cum. Half lidded red and yellow eyes well with fat crystalline tears at the corner of her eyes, rolling down her round apple red cheeks as the different sensations continue to push her to her limits. A beautiful red blush paints her skin from her shoulders to her cheeks.
Alastor rolls his hips into the heaven her body creates just for him. Moans and growls emit from his throat, reverberating from his chest as he picks up speed. Groaning as he pushes his cock between the pressed together cleavage, the milk that continues to seep and the sweat from her heated body gathers in the valley of her breasts making the glide smooth.
The milk soaks into his skin, permeating the rich fertile scent into his nose with each quick inhale makes him feel even more feral, his movements speeding up. His balls draw up into his body, as pressure builds at the base of his spine, his tail stiffens and twitches with each desperate thrust of his hips.
His foreskin deliciously slides back and forth with each forward thrust, teasing her with the sight.
Charlie mewls, as Alastor closes his eyes, giving one final thrust into her breasts as he stutters to halt as his orgasm creeps up on him. A hoarse groan leaves him as her body arches and tenses causing the muscles of her chest to constrict further, her hands reposition and squeeze her tighter around him.
When she does, her soft fingers brush against the head of his cock, triggering his orgasm with a lightning strike that has him gasping and releasing his load onto Charlie's sweet face and chest- she closes her eyes reflexively.
Charlie turns her face away, as each pulse of thick cum flies in an arc across her, splattering against her pale skin and mixing with her milk pooling on her bared chest. His scent was suddenly overpowering as it filled her nostrils. An overwhelming musk of earth and smoke bombards her senses as his cum drips down her face.
When he opens his eyes, he is met with the marvelous image of his cum painting Charlie’s face and breasts in thick white puddles. His panting and grinning face, long tongue lolling out of his fanged mouth, is all she sees when she opens her eyes.
“Ahhh, Charlie!” He gasps, his voice warbling between static and white noise, “You look an absolute mess!”
A hoarse laugh of glee wheezes out of him at the sight of a drop of his cum hanging off of the tip of one of her horns. Breath laboring, he reaches out to swipe his thumb across the apple of her cheek where a smear of cum trails. Alastor lets his hand dance along her jaw till his thumb meets her lips. She lets out one of the most delicious moans he has ever heard as his thumb presses into her mouth causing her lips to purse around the invading digit. He moves his thumb in and out, swirling around and playing with Charlie’s tongue, "Come now, Charlie. Be a good girl. Lick it all clean."
A small swipe along her bottom lip opens her up for him, and he slips his long thumb inside, letting out a heavy exhale as she sucks it, her tongue running along the length. A whimper fell from her mouth, and his, as Alastor let his digit slowly slip from her lips, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake down her chin, cutting through the slowly drying cum and milk on her face.
The sight is beyond anything he could have imagined.
Charlie feels the wet heat of his cum and her own leaking milk pool and trickle along her skin as he pulls away to slide to her side with a shudder. Hot white spurts have splashed her upper chest, face and hair. Painfully out of breath, he rakes a hand through his bangs, avoiding his branched antlers and blows a puff of breath through pursed lips as his crimson on ruby gaze assesses his handiwork.
She is a work of art. Decadent, debauched art.
Alastor’s uses his other hand to smear and spread his seed into her skin like lotion.
Humming a jaunty tune, he smiles broadly, eyes soft and warm watching his red tipped talon draw seemingly random patterns and shapes in the cooling seed and milk on her chest and breasts.
She lays still and lets him, the concentration in his gaze holds her captive as much as the empty neglected feeling radiating from her cunt does.
Dipping his chin to her chest, he mouths at her smooth skin while it trembles with aftershocks, the aching flesh on her chest quivers with each labored breath. Charlie holds an inhale anxiously and watches as his lips graze her collarbone. His tongue proceeds to exit his large smiling mouth swirling and swiping up his cum off of her like she’s an ice cream cone.
Unable to move except to gasp in shock at the sight, Charlie leans up on her elbows staring down at him with wide eyes watching him clean her with his long black nimble tongue, like a large cat. He even lets out a rumbling purr as he does so, furthering the resemblance.
Charlie basks in his attention and his eyes smolder, the heat within them burning brightly. In an instant, he leans up and his lips crash against hers, the mix of fluids pushed into her mouth by his tongue is a heady intoxicating taste that has them both gasping into each other’s mouths. The fluid filled kiss is so sudden, so forceful that it disarms her allowing him to curl his tongue around hers inside her mouth, claiming the wet cavern and muscle for himself.
He demands submission from all of her.
She is entranced with craving, so terribly turned on by his lustful pursuit of her. She wants to match his efforts, and he is still so mouthwateringly hard for her. Right as she was building the courage to reach down to his cock, he breaks their kiss with a gasp.
His tongue isn’t done apparently, swiping it up her face, cleaning her. She lets out a giggle at the tickle as he moves from chin to forehead in wide, wet strokes. She breaths his breath, and his saliva soaks and dries on her. He is so thorough in everything so when he moves away before cleaning the last of it from her mouth and throat, she knows it is on purpose.
He wants his cum drying and soaking there.
Alastor pants out, broken and breathy, “Turn over sweetheart.” He pets her hair back from her sweaty forehead gently combing the sticky strands as she struggles to comprehend his demand.
Because that is what it was, unyielding and demanding, just as he is.
Charlie’s eyes widen when she feels how hard his cock still is after cumming on her, noticing it still leaking and twitching against her upper thigh. The smear of cum it leaves on another part of her body, is a brand claiming more of her in his name.
He kneels next to her chest looming over her like an incubus, his crimson glowing gaze sends shivers down her spine.
Bracing herself Charlie takes a breath and lifts herself up, leaning against his chest moaning. Alastor has mercy on her by helping her turn around and lifting her onto her hands and knees in the middle of her large red bed. With one hand wedged between her swollen lips, giggling at her squeak of shock, he lifts her ass higher up, presenting her for him. Then, he drags her thighs and spreads them wider apart.
Charlie continues to struggle to brace herself on weak and wobbly arms her pendulous breasts weighing her down. Her skin is damp with sweat and arousal burns through her lower body.
"Such a beautiful doll you are, my sweet." He murmurs, and with a snap of his fingers that sounds like a gunshot with how loud it is, her clothes are all gone, what little there were at any rate. He is also nude as well, his soiled slacks and half undone shirt gone to whatever Eldritch dimension things he de-manifests goes to.
She has half a mind to be upset about losing her shoes until a large long taloned hand caresses one of her presented ass cheeks, kneading it in a wide massaging circular motion. She clenches her eyes and whimpers at the touch, her body quivers like a leaf blowing in the breeze.
"Alastor, please...." Charlie cries out for release. A loud slap sounds as he spanks one of her round cheeks. Her sharp gasp echoes and he groans after, her pussy throbbing even more from the pain.
Charlie senses Alastor behind her getting an eyeful of his handiwork, feeling how her skin burns from his hit. She’s sure there’s a mark he’s admiring, just the thought of it makes her already slick swollen cunt pulse harder, clenching needily around nothing.
“Does your soft flower need attention, darling girl? I am here to help after all remember? Does it need watering, nurturing maybe?”
Alastor chuckles at the thought that he has never been able to keep a flower alive and yet here he has this gorgeous rose in his grasp, preening at his attention, blossoming under his care. Little does she know her thorns have pricked his undead heart in the most wonderfully painful way.
“All you have to do is ask it of me and it is yours.”
The fact that she has no clue of what she does to him drives him insane.
A finger traces the delicate, soft folds of her cunt, her slick makes the glide up to her entrance smooth. The hair that lines her cunt is soft and silky, white curls that shimmer with her copious slick.
Without warning he plunges a long finger deep inside of her, a shudder runs through her entire body as she squeaks at the intrusion. She feels his finger easily moving in and out of her greedy cunt.
Alastor adds another finger, dipping deep into her tight, wet heat with two talons now, scissoring them open feeling the inside of her walls clamping down to keep him in.
"Oh, fuck.... Al.... Ah!" Charlie’s legs were becoming shaky beneath her and she senses the early waves of her climax licking and sparking at the edges of her nerves. "Oh, Alastor, please..plea-!"
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll take care of you. Just have to make sure you are prepared.”
He gives his cock a few languid strokes, enjoying the throb in his hand, the tension under his skin, the veins pulsing erratically, before he shifts behind her lining himself up. He takes a firm grasp of Charlie’s hips and plunges in.
Charlie screams, as he stabs his cock to the base, he triggers an orgasm that hits her like a kick to the gut, leaving her breathless and after she lay limply beneath Alastor, aftershocks twitching her muscles against her will.
He chuckles and shifts his hips making her gasp again. Pain blending to pleasure blending back to pain as her overstimulated cunt and brain struggle to comprehend what he is doing to her, what he is making her feel.
She shivers under his grasp, whimpering with confusion when he runs his thumb over the entrance of her back hole, winking up at him prettily.
Maybe next time, he thinks with relish, and he promises himself there will be a next time.
He moves the thumb away when she tenses up, sweeping his hand up her undulating spine and around to cup her wet breast squeezing the slippery flesh between possessive clenching claws.
“Are you always this wet, Charlie? Do you always find yourself dripping by the end of our meetings?” Charlie sputters indignantly at his accusations, ignoring her he continues. "If I’d known sooner, I could have assisted you, just like I am now, you know.” His tone was too casual, almost scolding, as if they were having coffee over paperwork, offering his help on another project she was hopeless at, but he’s saying while fucking her pulsing cunt. “You can always ask for help from me, sweetheart.”
She exhales, half scoffing, half whimpering, and mutters sulkily under her breath. “I do NOT think about fucking you during meetings. Despite what you may think, Al.”
“So, you think about fucking me outside of meetings then?” Alastor chuckles, picking up on her chosen words, throwing his head back as she squeezes around him in panic at his astute observation, fumbling for a response that she loses when he gives a deliberate sharp thrust.
"Al, I can't believe this is happening, you have no idea, how much I’ve wanted it! How much I love…" but she doesn’t realize what she’s almost said out loud until he goes still inside of her then a gut churning silence that feels as if it stretches into forever.
Her face flames realizing what she almost admitted, and just as she is about to pull away and apologize profusely, he starts thrusting again, but shorter harder thrusts leaning over her back to whisper in her hear huskily.
“It’s ok, my dear. You don’t have to say it….” She mewls when he speeds up, and then slows down again, teasing her with depth and rhythm. “…yet.” He finishes with an ominous growl.
Alastor continues whispering into her velvety ear, “I know, and I feel it too.”
She shivers with joy at his implication.
Alastor’s shoulders bunch and curve with a subtle strain as he leans into her heavily with one palm flat to the bed next to her head, burying his face into the back of her golden fluffy hair.
Her face plants flush to the bed, she feels her body tighten and nearly seize. “Please….” she yelps. “Wait!” she repeats with a whimper, biting her trembling lips. “I can’t!”
The momentum increases as he snaps his hips with longer steady strokes, when he draws a long lick that swipes the sides of her neck. His words came in between broken pants, his fangs nipping her sweaty nape. “Y-yes… you can… give - ugh – all to me.”
He groans, making sure to hit every inch of her, plowing into places no one had ever touched… ever reached before… the parts of her unexplored and uncharted. She clenches around him, desperately trying to not die from embarrassment at the lewd, wet sounds of his thighs slapping hers.
“Aaaah…” He lunges forward, cuffing his hands under her armpits pulling her upward to his chest. Her body curled into his as he brings her back snug against his chest. While his face contorts, his lips curling into a snarl and throwing his head back, crackling antlers gore the air as a bellowing roar signals his oncoming orgasm. “Fffffuck!! Aaaah!”
Alastor explodes within the depths of her.
With a yell into her hair and a last, long lingering plunge inside her cunt, he pulls out and she falls face first into the bed, her ass lifted into the air. He watches with fascination as his cum leaks from her slowly closing hole.
He completely renders her immobile with his gently constricting tentacles, aside from the hammering of her heart in her chest. Like a marionette, he held her strings and was obviously the puppet master.
“Such a pretty pussy, and all for me.” Alastor kissed a dotted line down her spine to her ass. Her stomach rolls in waves during his descent, and she, without struggling, surrenders to his actions, too worn out to resist.
He hovers there panting heavily against her leaking sore cunt.
Charlie shivers when his tongue darts out to part her folds. It was hot and wet and unexpected, making her jump but her limp muscles only have her slump further into the bed. He drags deliberately… slow and gradual.
“Mmmm… delicious, so juicy for me.” Alastor holds her still as he laps with more intensity. “Knew that, too.”
Charlie listens to his moans and feels them vibrate her sensitive skin, tickling her clit. He swipes his fingers up, and she feels him pushing his cum back inside of her.
“There, right where it belongs, just like you are, my dear. I’ll teach you, Charlie. I’ll show you how good it is to ask me for help, before you get to this unfortunate state.”
He smirks when she glances behind her to scowl at his amused words, knowing that he’d be lucky she didn’t slap him after this. Her frustration is always just as delicious as her desire. Images like this were typically reserved for his guilty fantasies just before sleep, but this far surpassed his previous imagined scenarios. The sight of her flushed swollen cunt unable to resist his touch, her ass in full view red and welted from his sharp hip bones pounding the flesh.
He has imprinted himself on her in more than one way, and he wants to keep claiming more.
Nobody had ever made him feel this way before and he greedily wants to keep it all for himself, let all of Hell know who the Princess belongs to.
Who she will belong to forever.
Charlie’s breath catches, lodging in her throat. “Nnghh…” The barely audible sound slips from her lips, her nails dig into to the bedspread, trying to steady herself. She screeches with the first shocking swipe of his long tongue against her nether lips.
He homes in first with feather light flicks at her clit and nosing the hood in tempo as his fingers push his cum even further and deeper into her. With his mouth glued to her, he somehow grows more ravenous, licking, lathing, lapping at her, relentlessly targeting her clit and urging her over the edge again. Charlie arches her back dramatically as tremors and cold chills trickle from limb to limb signaling his success at bringing her to another mind-bending orgasm.
The stimulation is too much. It consumes her much like he had and she can’t take anymore. Tears well then were rolling down her permanently blushing cheeks when with a whimper she broke.
Another climax that lit a fire deep within her core that rumbles throughout her whole body. She shudders and convulses. Her mouth pants, falling open. The euphoric feeling washes over her completely, leaving her even more limp. She would be flat on the bed if it weren’t for his tentacles holding her up.
He sucks and slurps her spilled juices as she gushes into his mouth.
“Yesssss.” Alastor hisses panting from between soaked lips his claws dimpling the flesh of her thighs with the force of his grip. “Perfection.” His voice is hoarse.
Alastor rises up, and like the doll he calls his own, he flips her over with his tentacles, leaning down he drapes her with his body, pulling her in for another searing fang and tongue filled kiss. His mouth, messy and wet with her, smears along her face mixing with his fluids, just like they do in the cauldron of her cunt.
He sighs against her cheek and shifts tiredly down her body to rest his head heavily on her chest. Right on the rise of her slightly less swollen left breast. Tentacles slide teasingly up and down her body as they rest, he brings her slack hand to his lips kissing her knuckles languidly, his lips lingering on the soft skin.
From her shoulder to the pit of her elbow all the way down to her slender wrists his tentacles massage and rub.
Alastor nuzzles her breast until her nipple fills his mouth once again, just like at the beginning of this. With light flicks of his tongue, he manages to pull a whimpered, “Naah,” from her tired throat, her shoulders trying to shift away.
“Don’t worry, my sweet, I am also out of juice for tonight. I’m just making sure we got all of that pesky milk out of your system.” Just like always with Alastor it’s a lie coated in a candied layer of truth, he is making sure she is empty his façade of assistance maintained, but he also just likes the feeling of her nipple in his mouth. The sucking and taste of her flesh sends his mind to a place of calm serenity he hasn’t ever known before.
He continues to suckle from nipple to nipple until she can feel no more fluid coming out. He pulls away with a final pop, watching her red bruised buds settle against her skin, satisfied. He isn’t, but then he believed he will never be satisfied unless it’s with her.
She flinches at the loud noise, signifying the completion of his task, she had been lulled half to sleep by the comforting sucking and warmth of his heavy body pinning her.
At some point his tentacles had disappeared and his hands were wrapped tightly around her waist pulling her into the curve of his body. His limp cock presses against her thigh. He also dried the bed, most likely using his formidable magic, but he didn’t clean either of them up. She is still sticky and tacky with fluids that have now dried and marinated into both of their skins.
She notices that he is whispering against her breast, words she doesn’t think she is meant to hear, telling her that he has never had interest in any woman or man even when he was alive, but when he arrived at hell and saw her, all he wanted was to touch her, feel her, to own her.
Charlie wants to respond, tell him the words she had cowardly not finished earlier, but her mind pulls her under when he pulls a heavy quilt over their bodies, the warmth stealing her away as he snuggles into her like a kitten.
Next Morning
Charlie bounces down the stairs, golden hair flying, ruby eyes shining with happy thoughts soaring through her head, humming as she dances into the parlor. Weaving between the furniture, twirling with the joy of finally getting a decent night’s sleep after weeks of interrupted and horny dreams. Not to mention her breasts, while not completely back to their normal medium size, are noticeably less swollen and huge. She can even wear her normal bra, ignoring the way the flesh bubbles over the top of the cups just a touch. Like a set of overfilled muffins on her chest.
But no leaking milk and no stinging stretched skin.
“Glad someone is feeling chipper this morning.” Husk grumbles under his breath at the bar, as usual. His sleepy face is held up against a wide paw, he holds in a huge yawn with a grunt.
“Oh no! What happened?” She asks in concern, coming over to stand in front of him.
“One of the residents musta brought anotha client back cause we wasn’t gettin’ no sleep last night.” Angel crossly explains coming to stand beside her, having come down the stairs as well.
The spider had clearly seen better days, because even with his makeup and nice clothes, he was barely holding himself up. His blue shadow covered eyes were half lidded and not because he was making his customary moon eyes at Husk.
They were both clearly exhausted.
“O-oh? How so?” Charlie starts to get nervous at their words, and her face slowly heats in mortification as the go on about the noises. Bellows, roars, cries and whimpers apparently had kept them up until the early hours of the morning.
She tells them while cupping her red cheeks that she will talk with them and ask them to be more considerate next time.
“Next time?” The words slither from his mouth suggestively, making her blush travel down her neck, his eyes follow the spreading redness enviously.
She clears her throat drawing his gaze back to her nervous one, “Ummm yeah, the next time a resident brings someone back here. Because being considerate is important. Right, Al?” Her eyes shine with her unspoken request. She is pretty sure he wouldn't do or say anything too much about last night. She knows he values his privacy just like she values her reputation, but she also knows how much he enjoys tormenting her. It’s a coin toss which he will do at any point, so she holds her breath in anticipation of his response.
“Of course, I shall assist you in making sure this resident is considerate, dear Charlie.”
She breathes a sigh of relief, but that breath catches in her chest at his choice of words.
Assist.
Thankfully Angel and Husk seem to be too tired to notice her flustered state as memories of last night, another time when Alastor had ‘assisted’ her flies through her mind. They also don't notice Alastor’s amused crimson eyes glowing at her with amusement over the rim of his coffee cup.
She also remembers the words shared between them, the emotions, and his eyes soften when he sees the way hers do.
The shared memories fly between them, comfortable and safe.
“Since when do ya take your coffee anythin’ but black, Smiles?” Angel asks curiously, with his superior height he sees the color of the liquid steaming from Alastor’s cup.
Alastor raises an eyebrow and lowers the red 'Oh Deer!' mug allowing them all to see that unlike the usual black as sin acrid coffee he usually drinks this is light brown.
He smirks right at Charlie when he responds cheekily, “Someone very special recently taught me the benefits of adding milk to make things better, it has worked wonders.”
Husk and Angel look confused back and forth between the cackling Alastor and Charlie who thumps her head on the bar defeatedly, ignoring her own tiny smirk at the inside joke, that she hides behind her hair.