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Vox has only ever heard of Cannibal Town when Alastor insists they go there to meet a friend of his. The Cannibal Overlord, he says. With a title like that Vox expects her to be terrifying, but the way Alastor talks about her makes her sound like a carnivorous cupcake. Vox is of course eager to meet any of Alastor's friends, especially another Overlord. With only a few months in Hell under his belt, it might be a little early to be thinking about climbing the social ladder, but Vox is nothing if not an ambitious little fucker.
Apparently she's also an Alpha, just like Alastor. Vox still isn't entirely sure what this means, beyond that he himself is an Omega. He tried asking Alastor about it once, but the deer simply brushed it off as a matter of biology and left it there. It is shockingly difficult to find information on it as well, so Vox simply let the matter drop and hasn't pursued it since.
Alastor is in his element when they arrive in Cannibal Town. The residents all greet him cheerfully and some even stop to chatter. Here, Alastor is more of a celebrity than an eldritch horror to be feared. The residents eye Vox with curiousity—some even asking him about his odd head—and…something else that might be hunger, but for the most part they keep a polite distance.
The duo pass the town square where a live band is playing a jaunty tune and Alastor takes Vox's hand and twirls him into a dramatic dip. Vox grabs onto him with a laugh as he tries to not fall on his ass.
As Alastor pulls him back up—Vox drifting in just a little closer than intended by the momentum—Vox is smacked in the face by the scent of cinnamon. Cinnamon and…dirt? Like damp dirt…in a forest?
"Are you wearing cologne?" Vox asks.
Alastor tips his head to one side. "Hmm? No, why do you ask?"
"Oh, nevermind." Maybe he's always smelled like that? Vox has never noticed before.
Vox bites back a hiss as a pang twinges low in his abdomen. They've been happening for days now, more and more frequently. A constant ache in his abdomen peppered with these weird muscle spasms. He thought maybe he'd been injured, but he hasn't been able to find any signs. He's been feeling warm too, skin too tight and uncomfortable. He might just have to bite the bullet and actually see a doctor.
They continue along once more and soon they are sweeping through the doors of Franklin and Rosie's Emporium. It doesn't take long for Rosie to spot them.
"Alastor!"
Seeing Alastor accept a hug is always a surreal experience, given the deer's penchant for avoid physical contact he doesn't initiate himself. Vox has only seen Mimzy get away with such things before now. But Rosie comes at them with wide open arms and she and Alastor give each other a hearty squeeze before the woman turns her attention to Vox.
"You must be Vox! Oh, I've heard so much about you!" She near crushes him in a quick hug before jerking him back by his shoulders to look him up and down. "Ain't you a cutie? Alastor, you shoulda brought him by sooner!"
A blush spreads across his screen and Rosie titters in delight.
"Let me get you both a table! Nancy dear, make up a fresh pot of coffee please!" Rosie ushers them both to a table for three, Alastor slipping ahead to pull out both their chairs for them. Rosie gives his shoulder a playful shove as she takes her seat and he pushes her in. "You charmer."
Vox takes his own chair, blush deepening when Alastor repeats the gesture and pushes him in. "Uh, thanks."
"So," Rosie starts as Alastor takes his own seat and a Sinner who Vox assumes to be Nancy sets down a pot of steaming coffee and three cups. "Alastor tells me you want to become an Overlord?"
Vox sits up straighter. "Y-yes, ma'am."
Rosie laughs. "Rosie is fine, hon. No need to be so formal. Any friend of Alastor's is a friend of mine. He has so few, after all."
"I beg your pardon," Alastor huffs, crossing his arms. "I have plenty of friends."
Rosie laughs like he's told some grand joke and Alastor makes an offended little sound.
Vox shifts in his seat. He's warm, uncomfortably so. He doesn't remember it being nearly this warm outside. Maybe it's just warm inside the emporium. His skin feels prickly, hypersenstive. Even just the drag of his clothing against his flesh is enough to make him tremble. Rosie and Alastor are still talking, animated and lively, but Vox can't focus on their words. That scent he caught on Alastor earlier seems stronger somehow, invading Vox's senses. There's another scent too. This one is sweeter, more floral with something darker and musky entertwined there. Leather maybe? He's not sure. Is it coming from Rosie?
Heat bursts low in his abdomen and Vox gasps and grips the edge of the table, center of his screen flashing cyan. Oh fuck, the front of his pants is soaked and he knows if he stands up right now no doubt there will be a wet spot on Rosie's lovely chair.
"Is something wrong, dear?" Alastor asks.
Yes, but Vox has absolutely no intention of telling Alastor that. Oh, I'm just suddenly so wet I've completely soaked through my pants and underwear and probably the chair too, sorry Rosie, I'll pay for the cleaning I promise. Surely that would go well.
Rosie meets his eyes and it's impossible to look away. That round-eyed sweetness has been replaced with a more narrow gaze, something more dangerous…hungry. His pussy clenches around nothing.
"Would you like more coffee, Vox?" she asks. "You seem to be enjoying it."
He's already drained his cup. He hadn't even noticed. "Uh, yes please, thank you." It's something to do with his hands at least.
Vox reaches for the coffee pot, but Rosie plucks it up first and stands to circle the table around to him.
Panic rushes through Vox's veins. "Oh, that's okay I can do it you don't have to—"
"Nonsense. You're my guest. It's my job to take care of you."
Her voice, suddenly much lower than Vox recalled, sends shivers through his entire body. Rosie leans over his shoulder to fill his cup, far closer than Vox is sure is necessary. That scent hits him again like a ton of bricks. Sweet and floral and dark. Another wave of slick comes. Vox grips the seat of his chair. His head feels fuzzy. His mouth is dry.
She sets the coffee pot down and her breath is warm against the side of his head.
"Open."
Vox's legs spread of their own accord and the streak of cyan across the center of his screen gets even brighter.
"My, my, what a mess you've made," Rosie coos.
"I…" Vox stammers. "I-I-I-I'm s-sorry…I don't know what…" He can't focus. His pussy is throbbing and Rosie smells so good.
"Poor thing." Rosie pets down his arm and Vox's entire body shudders. "The first heat is always the worst."
Heat? What the fuck is she talking about? Vox wants to ask, but then her hand is pressing between his legs and all other thoughts are instantly banished. His hips kick up into the touch without his approval, trying to grind against her hand. Vox scrambles to grab the sides of the chair for purchase, claws digging into the upholstery as he tries to get himself under control.
Vox's eyes flicker over to Alastor, but the deer seems completely unbothered by the situation, sipping his coffee and watching with half-lidded eyes. The only thing that betrays any excitement is the black that has bled into his sclera and the ticking dials.
That nimble hand between his legs works quickly, undoing Vox's pants to slip inside his underwear.
"Oooh!" Rosie squeals in delight, fondling the two dicks she finds there. "Well, aren't we a special boy?" Rosie gives his cocks a playful but firm squeeze that just touches painful before dipping downward to the gushing slit of his cunt.
"So wet already, sweetie." Vox gasps when a curious finger slips between his folds and strokes. "So open." Another joins it, then another, writhing and searching and soon Rosie has a healthy rhythm going, pumping her fingers in and out of his drenched hole. Vox grabs her other arm, settled on his shoulder to hold him in place.
No one is looking at them, not even batting an eye as Rosie is three fingers deep in Vox's cunt. The slick wet sounds are deafening and yet the other patrons and employees carry on like nothing is happening. Like Vox isn't being fingered by a woman he just met in the middle of her shop full of customers.
Her thumb slips upwards and Vox keens when it meets that fat bundle of nerves craddled there. He's never touched himself like this, not there anyways. That had been another new change in his anatomy he was still coming to terms with. But that hardly matters now, not with how his hips buck to meet Rosie's fingers and ride her hand with abandon.
It's humilating. He can't stop. He wants more. He needs more. He's never wanted it so badly before this, but now he might die if he doesn't more.
Alastor has put down his coffee now. He's staring, eyes burning into Vox like he's trying to brand his soul through sheer force of will. Alastor holds Vox's gaze and once more Vox finds he cannot look away from those hungry eyes.
"What a good boy," Rosie whispers, lips mouthing at his receiver. "So obedient. We're going to take such good care of you, sweetie."
When Vox cums, his entire body goes tight and if it wasn't for Rosie holding him in place Vox absolutely would have fallen out of his chair. She works him through it too, fingers in his cunt still moving viciously as wave after wave crashes over him. He screams, voice breaking into static as every nerve in his body fires off and fireworks burst in his brain. And then he collapses into the chair, boneless and breathless and reeling.
Slowly, Rosie takes her hand away from Vox's twitching cunt and lifts it out toward Alastor. Vox nearly chokes when the Radio Demon takes a gentle hold of her wrist, long tongue snaking out to curl around her fingers and lap at the slick that clings to them. When he's finished, Rosie speaks.
"Alastor dear, if you would be so kind?"
There's no further elabortation, but the floor falls away beneath them and Vox finds himself tumbling back onto a massive bed. The two cannibals loom over him, identical hungry grins.
Alastor's shadows get to work instantly, grabbing Vox's limbs and divesting him of his clothes. His wrists are pinned above his head and shadows curl around his knees to spread them wide, presenting his leaking cocks and drooling pussy to the two Overlords.
"Look how swollen you are," Rosie coos, tracing a nail over Vox's puffy cunt. "Poor thing."
Vox wails at the touch, hips chasing it even as she pulls her hand away. He needs…he needs…fuck, he doesn't know what he needs! He just feels so empty and aching and holy shit someone needs to touch him now.
"Greedy thing," Alastor tuts as he slides his coat from his shoulders and loosens his bowtie. His shadow takes them away and Alastor undoes the top couple buttons on his shirt, rolling up his sleeves as he moves to kneel on the bed between Vox's spread legs. His antlers crackle and creak as they expand. "Be patient and take what you're given."
Vox near shrieks when Alastor seizes his thighs and dives downward, licking a long hot strip through Vox's folds. He presses his face to Vox's cunt, tongue making itself at home deep inside as it laps at his walls. It pulls back only to let Alastor suckle meanly at Vox's clit before returning to plunder him once more.
Vox arches and writhes, but he is held firm. It's too soon. Oh fuck it's too soon! He just came! Every stroke is like a little fire cracker against his nerves and Vox tries to escape that probing tongue to no avail. Not that it really matters as his own body resists him, clenching down around that tongue trying to grind on it. There's more slick and Alastor moans into his folds and it's not long at all before another orgasm takes Vox, Alastor eating him through it all the while.
"He's such a glutton, really. One little taste and now he's gobbling you up." Rosie appears around the side of the bed and Vox forgets to breathe.
Rosie is beautiful. A goddess. Moonlight skin and onyx eyes. Generous breasts and full round hips and thighs. Razor teeth and black talons. Vox has never seen a more beautiful woman.
She smiles at him and climbs up on the bed to straddle Vox's face, knees by his shoulders and pussy hovering over his face. Vox eagerly stretches out his tongue to meet her as she lowers herself down and the moan she lets out is like music. She tastes incredible. Both her and Alastor's scents have saturated the very air and Vox is torn between the stunning woman grinding against his tongue and the impossible pleasure between his legs. He hardly knows where he is, what is even happening. He just knows he doesn't want it to stop.
Alastor's hand moves from Vox's thigh to his cocks, slowly stroking the hard flesh and laughing when Vox tries to buck up into his hand. That long slithering tongue sweeps against his walls and fucks into him. It grinds against that perfect spot deep inside and Vox howls as Alastor rips another orgasm from him. He can't move. All he can do is lie there and let them use him. He doesn't care. He's pretty sure if they stop now he will actually double die. Vox's entire body is on fire, every nerve singing with need and desire. Fuck, he has never been this horny before, never wanted to get fucked like this before. The idea of even touching that new addition to his anatomy, let alone letting anyone inside it, always sounded horrible before. Now it's all Vox can think about. Is Alastor going to fuck him? Is Rosie? Vox wants it. He wants it so badly and he clenches around Alastor's tongue at the thought.
Rosie sits back suddenly, chest heaving with the force of her breath as she rubs herself furiously. "Good boy," she pants and then she arches her hips with a low groan and Vox's eyes go round when a cock pushes forth. It's the same pale gray as the rest of her skin, save the leaking tip that darkens to a deep charcoal. It's long and big and Vox's brain struggles to comprehend where the fuck it just came from. Rosie circles around so she straddles him from the front now, expression predatory as she leans over him.
"Let's see how you do with this."
Rosie's cock hits the back of his throat so hard Vox gags immediately, but that does little to stop her and she picks up a vigorous pace. Vox relaxes his jaw, lets her fuck his mouth. All he can think about is what that cock would feel like in his pussy.
Vox near screams when Alastor suddenly pulls back from him completely, hips jerking as they try to chase after him. Alastor cackles, a sharp cruel sound.
"It would appear we've caught ourselves quite the whore, my dear."
Vox yelps around the cock fucking his mouth when a tentacle snaps against his ass, leaving behind a painful stinging. There's a rustling of clothing as Alastor finishes undressing and resumes his position on the bed. Claws hook the folds of his sopping cunt and spread him open and Vox feels a rush of shame at the thought of his twitching clenching hole on display.
Vox can't even see to prepare himself when he suddenly feels something large and blunt and insistant against that hole and then Alastor sinks inside in one swift thrust that snaps their hips together and has Vox seeing stars.
He's full, so impossibly full. It's such a strange and yet completely euphoric feeling and Vox cums on the spot. Alastor laughs. He matches Rosie's pace almost immediately, thrusting wildly into Vox and Vox's hips kick up to meet him.
"How is he?" Rosie asks, still fucking into Vox's throat.
"Wonderful," Alastor pants. His claws dig into Vox's thighs, pulling his body into his with every thrust. "I think we ought to keep him."
Rosie hums. "I agree." She pulls back, freeing his throat, and Vox sputters.
"Please, please, please, please." He's not really sure what he's asking for. More? More sounds good and awful and good and horrible and good.
"Aw," she pets his face, her other hand wrapped around her cock as she lazily strokes it. "Feel good, sweetie?"
Vox whines.
"You're being such a good boy, Vox. Alastor told me you would be. He's has a very good eye for these things, you know."
Vox doesn't really understand what she's talking about, but he nods anyways, unable to properly get his thoughts together. The pretty lady says nice words and makes his pussy feel good. Whatever she's talking about, she's probably right.
Rosie turns her back to him, crawling over his body to pick up where Alastor left off with Vox's cocks. Her long fingers slip down to his balls and squeeze, drawing a high wail out of him. She slides in close to Alastor so she can slip her cock between Vox's, wrapping her hand around them to fuck the space between Vox's smaller erections.
Alastor reaches up to cup her face and she sighs as he bends down to bring his teeth to her throat, a trickle of black blood oozing from the bite. He rakes his nails down her back and she threads the fingers of her free hand up into his hair, grabbing firm and wrenching his head back
Amid Alastor's frenzied thrusts and friction against his cocks, Vox distantly registers something else is pressing at his hole, something hard and unyielding. It pushes a little more with every thrust and before Vox can figure out just what is happening, Alastor ceases his frantic movements to push and the sudden burn as his hole is stretched wide has Vox shrieking and twisting against the shadows that pin him. Alastor doesn't relent, pushing hard against him until something pops inside and Vox's hole clamps down around it, stretched to the brim. And then Alastor is cumming and it's hot and holy fuck there's so much. Vox didn't think he could possibly be more full and yet he has been resoundingly proven wrong as his cunt is stuffed with Alastor's seed. Alastor growls above him, hips twitching against him as he fills him up.
And somehow Vox is cumming again, his own spend spilling out over Rosie's hand and cock. It's pathetic compared to the load that was just deposited inside of him, but Vox is too lost in the haze of it all to care about such things. Rosie lifts off of him, kneeling beside him as she thrusts into her own hand.
"Look at you." Her nails drag feather-light over Vox's distended belly and he trembles. "Oh we're going to ruin you, sweetie." Her nails bite ever so slightly into his flesh. Vox whimpers and she reaches up to pet his face, swiping at his tears with her thumb. "Such a good boy for us." She drops her head back and growls as she cums, painting Vox's swollen belly.
The shadows release him and Vox goes boneless, staring up at the burgundy canopy above him and trying to get his bearings.
"You," Vox finally gasps, "are such a dick, Alastor."
The deer throws back his head and laughs. "Try saying that again when you aren't still locked on my cock, darling."
"I'm what?!"
Rosie titters. "You really told him absolutely nothing?"
"Not a bit."
"Goodness, Alastor, you deviant!"
"Would you have me any other way, darling?"
"Perish the thought."
Their banter is interrupted by a loud growl, not from either of the cannibals, but from Vox's own stomach.
Vox wishes the bed would swallow him whole.
"Oh sweetie," Rosie coos. "You should have told us you were hungry! I'll have something brought up right away!" She bounces off the bed and plucks some old timey looking funnel thing off the wall. "Is there anything you want in particular?"
It should be impossible to think about food with how stuffed his belly is right now, but somehow Vox has an answer instantly. "Pepperoni pizza?"
Rosie orders that and far more and by the time it arrives Alastor is able to withdraw from Vox's hypsersensitive body. He shudders when Alastor pops free of him, an immediate loss of pressure following as cum—so much cum—flows out of him. Alastor helps him sit up and Rosie wipes him down with a warm damp cloth. His stomach growls loudly again.
"Let's get that food in you, sweetie. You'll need it to keep your stamina up for the next few days."
"What?!"