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“Seriously,” Vox continues. “Are you gonna stop me? Is this your fucked up way of telling me you do wanna fuck me after all?”
The mention of fucking does something genuinely horrendous to Alastor’s mind. He feels it like an electromagnetic pulse, hot and terrible, immediately blanking out everything but the concept of sex. It takes a practically superhuman effort not to open his mouth and whine.
“…No,” Alastor says, through firmly gritted teeth. “Absolutely not!”
“Then why,” Vox says, reaching up a casual claw and using it to unbutton Alastor’s trousers, “are your hips moving like that?”
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Alastor woke up in Hell half deer and half human. The vast majority of the time, his human sensibilities exercise complete control, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
But for one week of the year, his deer side finds a way to get revenge. When his heat cycle leads him right into Vox’s hands, will he be able to stop himself from surrendering, or will he lose himself and give in to the animal he fights so hard not to be?
Series
- Part 17 of [redacted]’s hazbin fic collection