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࣭ ⭑꒷꒦.˳·˖✶𓆩 ⎚♡𐂂 𓆪✶˖·˳.꒦꒷⭑࣭࣭
"Fuck! Al! That's so tight- hrk!" Vox wheezed, head hanging down as blood rushed to his head.
"You're resilient, Vincent, you'll be just fine. Now quit squirming…" Alastor chuckled darkly, enjoying the feeling of Vox thrashing against his tentacles. After a quick fight, they'd ended up on the ground in each other's grasp: Vox wrapped in shadowy tentacles and Alastor astride his hips, wrapped in Vox's cables.
A cable wrapped around Alastor's waist and tugged him down hard onto Vox's hips, his glowing face a smirk. "Thought you liked it when I squirmed?" He bucked his hips up, only to be slammed down into the ground by the tentacles around his limbs and throat. "ACK!"
"Stay. Down. Vox." Alastor growled, voice full of static and emanating from the glowing radio grill of his teeth. His claws dug into the cables wrapped around his own body and tugged, cables fraying and splitting. "Be a good little pup and take what you're given."
Vox groaned, pinned to the ground and forced to rely on breathing through his vents with a shadow wrapped so tight around his throat. One garbled reply and full-body shudder later, those shadow tentacles started worming their way under his clothing, sending his eyes widening to a comical degree as he stared up at Alastor.
The Radio Demon was grinning wildly, antlers larger than usual and seeming larger than life. "What's wrong, my dear? Turnabout is fair play after all!" Finally tearing through the cables doing the bulk of the restraint, he leaned in close to Vox's face, staticky growl vibrating through the air and across their shared frequency at the same time. "You can scream if you need to… In fact, I'm looking forward to hearing you once more…" he trailed off, standing up while still straddling Vox's hips. He unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside carefully before returning his focus to Vox.
A bright blush built on Vox's face as Alastor watched several tentacles made their way under his clothes, tearing apart at the seams. He gasped and choked, body squirming despite its captivity, as shadowy tendrils flicked across his nipples, his gill-like vents, his navel, the sensitive spots just to the inside of his hip bones, and all around his groin. His vision started to fizz at the edges. Whether from the blood rushing south or the reduced oxygen in his system, Vox didn't care, only letting out a strangled moan when two shadows worked in tandem against his hole and quickly hardening cock.
Alastor set his mic staff down, so as not to be caught in the crossfire, and raised a shadowy dome made of magic around them. "I'm sure you have no problem with this level of public exposure, but I'd rather have this sight… all to myself…" his voice dropped into static once more, eyes locked on Vox's squirming body. His own was finally freed of most of the cables by now, shredded pieces and wires sparking around them, but he allowed a few to remain loosely grasping on. He fondly pet down one with a clawed hand, grin softening slightly. "You're mine, Vox…" he muttered.
Vox's blush deepened just that last bit further and his whole body tensed up before shuddering, lax and loose in the caress of Alastor's shadows. He whined out as two tentacles spread his legs wide, trousers hanging off in tatters, and the one that had been teasing at his hole pressed more firmly. Yet another tentacle wrapped loosely around his twitching length, enough contact to provide some friction but not tight or quick enough to build up to an orgasm. A gasp was caught in his restricted throat, and he forced a signal across their shared frequency.
Al!! Lube, please!! Vox begged over the radio waves.
Alastor laughed and bent over, reaching out to pet along Vox's sparking antennae. "Of course my dear!" His gaze trailed down from that blushing face to continue watching the shadowy tentacle beginning to invade Vox's ass. He kneeled down of his own volition this time, and leaned in, out of Vox's field of view.
Al, what are you- oh fuck! Vox's train of thought was quickly derailed with the answer to his question as a wet splat landed on his hole. Did you just-!?
More laughter followed, and Alastor's face came back into view, gently wiping at his lower lip with a handkerchief from his suit pocket. "You tell me, my darling picture box!" Not giving him a chance to respond, the tendril flicked through the saliva and slipped inside Vox's sensitive hole.
Vox whined and shuddered, feeling the tentacle invading him quickly and thoroughly, though it was rather forgivingly slender. His legs tried to kick and spread, restrained from closing by the shadows wrapped around them. He panted as best he could, whimpering and rocking his hips in a circle.
Alastor chuckled in amusement while Vox tried to ride the tentacle. "Such a naughty thing, aren't you? Picking fights just for attention, trying to ride my shadows, is one not enough for your greedy body?" he taunted, earning a quick tense and squirm from Vox below him. He spat once more on Vox's ass, making him gasp, but the sound was quickly cut off by another tentacle bullying its way inside.
Vox's face fizzed into static again at the additional intrusion, hips bucking and sending the shadow tentacle even deeper. His mind went blank at the feeling of two tentacles wrapping and sliding around each other while inside his sensitive hole. Both tentacles began to fuck in and out, grinding roughly against his prostate, and error messages began to pop up in his field of vision. He was reduced to panting and whimpering as much as he could through the tentacle around his throat, body bucking and twitching uncontrollably within the shadows' grasp.
ERROR: CO2 LEVELS APPROACHING CRITICAL LEVELS
ERROR: O2 LEVELS INSUFFICIENT
WARNING: LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS IMMINENT IF ERRORS NOT RESOLVED
Alastor laughed in glee as Vox's screen was taken over by colorful test screens and error messages, alternating with his blushing, overwhelmed face. Vox whined out when the tentacle around his cock slipped away, tears appearing at the corners of his eyes, but his body jumped at the touch of Alastor's boot.
WARNING: PLEASURE INPUT EXCEEDING SAFE LIMITS
"That's it, mutt, ride my shadows, grind on my boot like the dirty little thing you are…" Alastor growled out, heel braced against the ground and sole of his boot pressing down against Vox's twitching, leaking cock. His clawed hands clenched into fists and relaxed open again at his sides, wanting to do more. "Give me another one of your cables, Vincent," he demanded, holding out a hand expectantly.
The command took a moment to register, but Vox sent another thick cable out, twitching erratically, and let out a choked off scream when the boot on his cock pressed harder and the tentacles in his ass picked up the pace. He watched as best he could as Alastor dug his claws into the offered cable, straining before breaking through with a grin. He groaned and rode the tentacles harder, his sensitive hole twitching around the intrusions.
Distracted by the pleasure inside and out, he missed the sight of Alastor palming over the bulge in his own trousers. The hand that wasn't holding the cable stroked firmly over his trapped erection, causing a static-laced groan to leave his throat. Alastor made quick work of undoing his trousers and tugging them down just far enough for the length to bob free, which finally drew Vox's hazy gaze.
Once he saw it, Vox's eyes locked onto Alastor's cock and enamored nonsense started to spill across the airwaves.
Oh fuck Al, look at you! So hard, so thick, just for me right? Your dick is so perfect, let me taste, please! I need it, I want to feel it, fuck my face, fuck my ass, fuck me fuck me fUCK ME!-
Alastor laughed brightly, tossing his head back for a moment. He adjusted the cable in his right hand while addressing Vox, his left teasing at his own skin, just above his groin. "Oh my delightful little pet! Listen to you babble and beg for it!" He laughed again and his cock bobbed up and down with the movement. "I'm going to use you how I see fit, love." The term of endearment made Vox's antennae spark again and Alastor chuckled at the garbled sounds leaving his throat.
Vox tried his best to nod, frantically riding down onto the wrapped twin tentacles still assaulting his prostate and bucking up to grind on Alastor's boot. He panted and twitched, unable to control most of his body's movements and sounds at this point. His eyes rolled back for a moment, screen fizzing out, and when it came back, he was met with an intoxicating sight: Alastor's cock, wrapped from base to frenulum with Vox's cable, and Alastor stroking himself off with said cable. The sight of Alastor, head tipped back in pleasure and masturbating with one of the cables Vox had provided, threw him off the cliff of pleasure. His orgasm hit him full force, a scream ripped out of his restrained throat, wet splats of cum landing on his belly, his chest, and even further.
Alastor's gaze whipped down when he heard Vox climax, just in time to see him paint his own screen. A static-filled growl erupted and his antlers creaked as they grew another several inches, and he gripped his cable-wrapped cock tightly. "Fuck, Vox-" he groaned out, teeth clenched, and the foot that had been at Vox's groin quickly stepped forward, followed by the other, and he dropped into a kneel directly over Vox's throat.
Vox's face fizzed back in just in time for Alastor to wrench his head up, the shadows barely letting up enough for the movement, and he gasped in a breath before Alastor's twitching cock pressed against his digital lips. Alastor panted, grinding his cock against Vox's cum-splattered screen, smearing fluid across the staticky surface. "Open up, Vox," he demanded and tugged on both antennae, groaning when excited sparks traveled up his hands and arms. Vox obeyed immediately, eyes fluttering when the combined taste of Alastor's leaking cock and his own cum dragged across his tongue.
Groaning, Alastor watched as Vox sucked him off despite the shadows still wrapped around his body. "That's it, Vox, good boy…" he growled out. Vox whined and twitched at the praise and doubled his efforts. He wrapped his tongue around the throbbing length in his mouth, sucked hard, flicked the tip of his tongue against the leaking slit at the tip, and Alastor's claws dug into his head's casing, making it creak dangerously.
Crack my casing, scratch my screen, fuck me up Al, please! Vox's begging over their shared frequency sent a thrill through Alastor, growling and grinning. "Naughty thing, aren't you?" He tightened his grip and bucked his hips, thoroughly fucking Vox's face, and sure enough, the tips of his claws cracked through the casing of Vox's head. A moan escaped despite the shadow tentacles around his throat and Vox shuddered. The vibrations traveled directly into Alastor's core, making him moan out and pant, approaching his limit.
"Vox- Vincent, fuck, you're going to make me-" Alastor panted and bucked hard, clawed thumb cracking the corner of Vox's screen. The crack was met with a scream, and Vox's whole body tightened up, thrashing while swallowing down the cock in his mouth. Alastor gasped, feeling another splatter hit his back and soak into his shirt. "Did you just-!?" his question was cut off as another swallow massaged his cock just perfectly, and he groaned as he came down Vox's throat, doubled over his head and clutching tightly. He quivered and humped his screen, panting heavily as he rode out his orgasm. The shadow tentacles still writhing over Vox's body finally settled down, slowly releasing him.
Vox gasped for breath as soon as Alastor pulled out, feeling the rush of the shadows relinquishing their grasp on his throat, blood and air flow restored. "Oh fuck-" he rasped, swallowing again to (mostly) clear his throat of the thick feeling of cum clinging inside. His body laid limp under Alastor's weight, still kneeling atop him, now petting and stroking along his weakly sparking antennae.
Alastor smiled down at him, breathing heavily but gaze half-lidded and satisfied. "Good boy, Vox…" he praised softly, twirling one antenna around a clawed finger. He eased back, fully sitting on Vox's chest while he came down from his orgasm, supporting himself with one arm stretched back and resting on Vox's hip.
Shivering at the gentle prickle of claws and pressure grounding him, Vox sighed and grinned up at Alastor. "Fuck, that was so good…" he chuckled, still a bit breathless, and closed his eyes. His hands came up to gently hold Alastor's thighs, thumbs rubbing softly into the muscle. He began a diagnostic scan of his systems and nodded slightly to himself. "No permanent damage, that's good… ow, fuck, my head though…" he laughed and winced a bit.
Snickering, Alastor gently stroked his fingers over the cracks. "Already done, my dear!" he responded cheerfully, laughing when Vox gave his thigh a gentle smack in response. "Mmm, I can't believe breaking you made you orgasm again, untouched even!" he grinned down at Vox, who blushed heavily.
"Ah, hah, aha, yeah, sorry about your shirt- ACK!" Vox flailed slightly when Alastor suddenly sat up straight, expecting a smack, but instead was met with the scarred expanse of Alastor's chest, exposed inch by inch as the shirt buttons were undone and the offending piece of clothing was removed.
Alastor examined the wet patch on the back, humming thoughtfully, and smirked. "No harm done, my darling. Let's get you cleaned up, hmm? You'll already be returning home cracked, no reason to send you on your way still streaked with fluids!" he teased, grinning. "Or perhaps I should! Let you walk back to your tower in whatever strips of fabric remain of your clothing, smeared in seed, stinking of sex-"
Vox scrambled to cover Alastor's mouth with his hands, blushing brightly. "AH HAHA! No, NOPE! Nope I'm good!" he cried out, but as soon as Alastor stood up out of reach, cackling, he was able to spot the half-chub he was once again sporting. He was lifted up onto his feet by shadows, which steadied him until he regained his balance. Sure enough, tattered fabric scraps fell off his body, leaving him basically nude aside from his socks and boots. They had thankfully been spared by the shadowy tentacles.
"Vincent you dirty dog!!" Alastor laughed brightly, spanking him playfully. "Now, now, as much as you'd apparently like it, I'm not going to send you home a complete wreck!" With a grin, he circled around behind Vox and leaned in close, the warmth of his bare chest soaking into Vox's back. "Let's get you covered up, dear, before I drop the shield…" Alastor hummed against his neck, making him shiver. He helped Vox into the shirt, smoothing fabric and placing a soft kiss where his neck and shoulder met.
Vox blushed but smiled at the display of affection, buttoning the shirt down his front. Sure, it only barely covered his modesty, and was rather tight across the chest, and had a patch of cum drying into the fabric on the back… actually, this was right out of one of his wet dreams. Vox chuckled softly to himself, and leaned into Alastor's warmth. Sturdy arms wrapped around him in an embrace, and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment of peace.
Alastor hummed softly, rubbing his thumb over fabric and muscle, holding Vox tenderly. His eyes slipped shut as they stood there, sore and satisfied, before separating and Alastor dropped the shadowy dome. "Run along now, pet, go clean up. You stink of sweat and sex," he chuckled, shadows writhing along the ground at his feet.
"Al, wait-" Vox reached out to grasp his hands, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. Initially tensing in surprise, Alastor quickly melted into the kiss before pulling back with a smirk. "Same time next week?" Vox asked with a chuckle, blushing a bit.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, love," Alastor confirmed softly, caressing the cracked corner of Vox's screen before dissolving into shadow.
࣭ ⭑꒷꒦.˳·˖✶𓆩 ⎚♡𐂂 𓆪✶˖·˳.꒦꒷⭑࣭࣭