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The night out had been Valentino’s idea. Vox had turned down his invitations for weeks, but eventually, the moth wore him down. They’d been out drinking before, sometimes Velvette had tagged along too, so the entire trio could get sloshed and make bad business decisions the morning after.
It had changed a bit after the wedding. Valentino had been complaining for weeks that Vox had become boring, that he spent all his nights cooped up in his house. Well, Vox was a married man now, the filthy bars of the Pride Ring were less alluring when he had a pretty thing waiting for him at home. But now, instead of falling asleep in the arms of his loving wife, he was at a strip club. The music was pounding his head, and the drinks were making him woozy.
Strippers spun on their poles while demons shoved cash down what little clothing they were wearing. On the sofas patrons were getting lap dances, and other were led away by their whore of choice to the backstage, for some more privacy. Vox sipped his drink. Alone.
Unlike Vox, Valentino had a stripper on each arm, both of them giggling at the moth’s lame jokes. He licked the neck of demon on his left, and stuck dollar bill into her cleavage. “Cosita linda. I think my amigo could use some cheering up.” He nodded at Vox.
“Val-”
The demon giggled, and slid out from under Val’s arm, and sat down beside Vox, placing a hand on his knee. “Oh, is someone lonely?”
“I-”
Taking his hand, she put it on her breast. “I can help with that, sugar.”
Vox pulled his hand back. “No.”
She pouted. Her eyes were big and dark, her features resembling an antelope. “Why nooot?”
“I’m married.” He glared at Valentino; this was the third demon he’d tried to set him up with tonight.
“So?” She snorted, and her hand crept closer to his crotch. “Looks like certain parts of you wants to forget the ball-and-chain.”
Vox stared at her. She was pretty, sure, and he had been horny for a while. Watching all the half-naked bodies all around, the people almost fucking on the tables ... he wasn’t made of ice, he was affected. But he was not going to betray Alastor. Vox pushed the demon away.
Valentino shrugged, and opened his arms so the girl could return to his embrace. Vox noticed how one of his hands slipped something into her drink. After a few sips, the antelope demon began to pull at her skimpy dress, as if she felt hot. The other demon beside Valentino was displaying similar symptoms; sweat was pooling in her cleavage, and a wet spot was growing on her mini-skirt.
Vox figured Valentino would take them both backstage soon, leaving him alone with his drink. He got up, and waved goodnight to his colleague. Valentino could pick up his bill, he was the one who’d dragged Vox along anyway. The morning light was peeking over the buildings when Vox got out of the bar and hailed a taxi. Back at the tower, few saw him when he made his way towards the elevator, and if any employee had noticed that their boss was drunk, no one made any comment. They all just got out of his way.
When Vox finally stepped out into his own little paradise, the illusion of bright skies met him. As he walked down the path towards the house, he heard music coming out of the window; some old song from way back when. When he opened the door, he found his wife sitting by the kitchen table. Alastor stiffened when he saw him, and quickly stuffed the last piece of whatever he’d had for breakfast into his mouth, barely chewing before he swallowed. A drop of blood ran down his chin.
“... Welcome home, darling.”
Fuck, Alastor was beautiful. Those whores who’d thrown themselves at him at the bar just could not compare to the loyal wife waiting for him at home.
Alastor rose from the table. “Are you hungry? I’ll make you breakfast.”
He turned around to the kitchen counter. The soft little tail moved as he began to open the cupboards, and Vox couldn’t resist anymore. While his wife was occupied, he closed in on him, reaching out and squeezing the tail hard.
Alastor froze. “V-vox!”
Vox draped himself against Alastor’s back. “As good as breakfast sounds, sweetheart, there’s something else I’m hungry for.” He pressed his crotch into his wife’s ass, so Alastor could feel how hard he was for him.
“Vox, stop! You- the neighbors might see!”
Hah. The neighbors. Alastor really thought there were people out there. The deer tried to move, but Vox pushed up against him, trapping him against the kitchen counter. “Then let them see.”
Alastor managed to twist around, and suddenly they were face to face. He opened his mouth to make more protests, and Vox took the opportunity to kiss him, pushing his tongue into Alastor’s mouth. The deer gasped and gagged, and when the kiss ended, spittle was dripping out of his mouth.
“You’re drunk.”
Vox laughed, and pulled at the neck of Alastor’s dress, kissing down his throat. “Oh yes. Drunk on you, honey. Oh, Alastor, you don’t know what you do to me-”
“Vox, stop it.” Alastor tried to push him away, but Vox caught his hand in his.
“Come up to the bedroom.”
“N̵o.”
Vox began to pull Alastor towards the stairs, but his wife did not follow obediently. Alastor dug his heels in, gripping the kitchen counter with his free hand. “I sa̴͑id n̶͘o!”
“Alastor, the protests are adorable, but I know you don’t mean it.” Vox snuck his free hand around Alastor’s waist, reaching down to grab at the sensitive tail, making his wife squeak. He wrapped his arms around the deer, kissing his cheek.
“Vo̵̢͘x, stop!”
Alastor tried to push him away, to escape the embrace.
“Come on, I’ve been thinking about you all day-”
“Le̴̓t g̴o!” Alastor slapped him across the face.
Vox let go and stepped back. It didn’t hurt much; he’d been in worse pain before. It was the shock; his sweet wife had dared to raise a hand against him. Alastor looked just as surprised over what he’d done. The red eyes were huge, and he tried to step back, only to press himself up against the kitchen counter. Out in the living room, the song playing had ended, and silence filled the house.
“V-vox ... ?”
Vox touched his face; there wasn’t any cracks in his screen. He smiled at his wife, voice eerily calm. “... so, you won’t come to the bedroom?”
Before Alastor could stutter out any response, Vox grabbed him; he spun his wife around and forced him down, bending him over the kitchen counter. “I guess I’ll just have to fuck you right here.”
“Sto̶p!”
Alastor tried to push himself up, to throw Vox off, but Vox grabbed his arms and forced them behind his back. With both skinny wrists in one hand, he had the other hand free to hike up his wife’s skirt.
“You think you can deny me my rights? You’re mine!” Vox pulled at the embroidered panties, so hard they tore apart in his hand. The underwear slipped down one of Alastor’s legs. “Every single part of you belongs to me, and I can have you any way I want!”
“No- wai̵̎t! Sto̶͑p!”
Vox managed to unbutton his own pants, stuck a hand into his boxers and freed his cock. He was achingly hard, had been ever since watching the damn whores in the bar. He was just a man, of course he’d been looking. What mattered was that he had not fallen for the temptation; he’d gone back home to find pleasure there. His wife wasn’t supposed to deny him. Now Alastor was really fighting. He flailed, tried to kick, tried to tear his arms out of Vox’s grasp.
“S̶top! Sto̶͑p, le̴̦̓t go of me!”
Vox spat in his hand, and wet his cock. He knew it wasn’t enough, but right now he didn’t care. The alcohol chased away those thoughts; what was important was the want, the need that had been pulsing through him for far too long. He kicked Alastor’s legs further apart, guided his cock to the tight little hole, and forced himself inside.
“Stop! Plea̴͊Â̶̟̼͐A̴̐͘Ā̶̝̒Aą̶̘̈͌g̵͇̑͝h-!!”
Alastor screamed so loudly it rang through every room of the house. The deer’s entire body stiffened, his tight, unprepared hole locking up around Vox’s cock, squeezing so hard it almost hurt.
“Ah- Ả̴̤͌Â̶̟̼͐A̴̠̅͘h! Aǔ̵̞̖g̷̜͋̅h̵͚̓! U̴̠̒̋h̶̫̭̔-ahA̶͖̞͘AÄ̶̤̥́́!”
Static? Static in Alastor’s voice. That thought broke through the haze of lust and alcohol in Vox’s mind. He grabbed Alastor’s face and twisted his neck so he could look him in the eyes. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? Mine!”
“N-ù̶̝g̶͊h̴- no- ä̶́h! Ah! N-no! aa̵A̴̚AAah-!” Tears were running down Alastor’s face. He continued to scream, but as Vox kept the eye contact, the static died down. When Vox dragged his cock out, Alastor’s insides clung to him like his body wanted to trap his husband inside. Vox pulled out till only the tip of his cock was inside the tight hole, then forced himself back in, earning another miserable scream.
“-aAaah! Uh- uh- st-stop -”
Vox pressed Alastor down onto the kitchen counter with his own body. “You know what?” He hissed. “Valentino fucked hookers when we were at the bar tonight. I could have done so too, plenty of them offered. They were more than willing to spread their legs. But I didn’t. Because I’m a faithful husband to you. So, how about you show a little gratitude, hm?”
Alastor sobbed underneath him.
Vox groaned as he pulled out and forced himself back into the steadily slicker hole. It was hard and fast, and it didn’t take long before he came, painting Alastor’s insides with his cum. When Vox pulled out and stepped away, Alastor collapsed and sank down on the floor. His ass and thighs were a mess of blood and cum. Vox’s own dick was covered in the same fluids. He headed to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he returned to the kitchen, Alastor was still where he’d left him; trembling on the floor.
“Go and clean yourself up. Then you can make me breakfast.”
Alastor managed to pull himself up, and limped towards the bathroom. Vox sat down by the kitchen table to wait. His head was spinning; he’d drunk too much. He waited and waited for his wife’s return, but nothing happened. Eventually, he went to knock on the bathroom door.
“Alastor? Are you done? I’m getting hungry.”
He got no answer. Vox shook his head and returned to the kitchen. It took half an hour before Alastor appeared. Quietly, the deer made eggs and bacon, legs shaking as he moved around the kitchen. He did not sit down to join his husband as he ate, instead heading into the living room and putting a new record on the gramophone. Then he began his shores, starting with cleaning the blood and cum off the kitchen floor, and continuing to clean the other rooms.
The eggs had made Vox feel queasy. He stretched out on the sofa, while his wife cleaned the house, but found no rest there. The gramophone was playing too loud. Vox got up, lifted the needle and stopped the record. Then he laid back down. He had almost fallen asleep when the music started up again. Vox opened his eyes to see Alastor moving away from the gramophone.
“Turn it off.” Vox mumbled.
“But-”
“I need to sleep, turn the music off.”
“G-go to bed, then, you’ll sleep better.”
“I’m fine on the sofa if you’d just turn the damn music off.”
Alastor swallowed, then: “... n̴o.”
“No?” Vox lifted his head to stare at up him.
“N-no, I don’t w̴ȃ̵nt to turn the music off.”
Vox grabbed Alastor’s hand and yanked him down so they were at eye-level. “I’m the man of the house. When I tell you to turn off the music, you do it. Understand?”
Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Vox pulled him even closer, meeting his eyes. “Do you understand, Alastor?”
“... yes, Vox.”
Alastor’s hand shook when he turned off the music.
Vox slept till it was time for dinner. The food was some sort of soup Alastor called ‘gumbo’. Vox tried to keep it down, but wondered briefly if Alastor was trying to punish him somehow. His wife looked like he was in pain, sitting on the other side of the table. Neither of them finished their plate. Once dinner was over and everything was cleared away, Alastor disappeared down into the cellar and stayed there. Vox rested and popped some pills for his headache, in blissful quiet, free from music. But when evening came, his wife still had not appeared.
Vox knocked on the cellar door. “Alastor. Let’s go to bed.”
There was no reply.
Vox sighed. “Alastor, don’t make me come down there and get you.”
When he was met with still more silence, Vox opened the door and went down. There was a plate with a small chunk of bloody meat sitting on the fridge. At first, Vox didn’t see Alastor, till he noticed something moving in the darkest corner of the cellar.
“I’m not in the mood for games, Alastor.”
Alastor just pressed himself further into the corner, trying somehow to hide. “L̵̔-le̴ave me alone.”
“Alastor.”
“I- I’ll sleep on the sofa, or down here, I don’t w̵ant̴́ to go with you.”
Vox grabbed Alastor’s face and forced the deer to look at him, pouring control into his stare. It only worked partly; when Vox took his hand, Alastor followed him out of the cellar, but the closer they got to the bedroom, the more Alastor began to struggle.
“What’s the matter with you today?”
“Don’t touch me-”
Vox pulled Alastor into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. Alastor stumbled and fell, and then, because apparently, he was dedicated to being difficult today, he did not get up from the floor. Vox lifted him up and carried the struggling demon to the bed.
“No! I don’t want-”
Vox had to wrestle his wife out of his dress; the fabric tore as Alastor tried to stop him. The deer had put on new panties after Vox ruined the ones he’d been wearing at breakfast, but when he began to pull the new pair down, Alastor started to fight like a trapped animal.
“Stop!”
Vox ignored him, holding him down as he yanked at the underwear. He had to force Alastor’s legs apart to get it off. He tossed it away, and pushed Alastor down on the bed.
“It hurts!”
That gave Vox pause. “... what hurts, precious?”
“W-when you – in the kitchen- please-”
Vox stared at his wife. The red eyes were wet with unshed tears, pleading for him to ... understand? Maybe this wasn’t just Alastor being an unreasonable brat. Was he really in pain? Vox had been rough in the kitchen; he’d still been drunk when he’d returned home; he hadn’t really been thinking about what he was doing.
“Let me see.”
“No, no, please-!”
Despite the screams and attempts at kicking, Vox managed to turn Alastor over, so the deer laid on his stomach. Vox held him down and pushed Alastor’s legs apart. Finally, his wife seemed to understand he was fighting a losing battle, and just lay there, trembling. There were traces of blood on Alastor’s ass; he had clearly washed away the worst of it after what happened in the kitchen, but he’d bleed more since then. He whimpered when Vox touched him. Everything was red and puffy, and there were small tears in the tight ring of muscle. What was visible looked sore and painful; the internal damage was likely worse.
Damn it.
Vox had tried to be gentle with Alastor, even if the deer made it difficult sometimes. The only time he’d made him bleed had been on their wedding night. He had been too rough then, too impatient; high on the moment. Today had been similar. It had been the alcohol; dulling his judgement and letting him be careless.
“... Vox.” Alastor turned his head to look at him. “Please. Please, not tonight.”
Since their wedding, they had made love almost every night. Vox was insatiable, and so far, Alastor had been a mostly dutiful wife and obediently spread his legs when his husband told him to. Vox suspected that if he tried to claim his rights tonight, it would be no easily won price; Alastor would not just roll over and give in to him; he would scream and try to fight. It was almost ... tempting. The struggle in the kitchen had made Vox’s blood rush.
“Vox?” Alastor’s voice sounded small. “Please.”
His wife was already in pain, and having sex now would be agony. Not that Vox would be bothered by much discomfort in their coupling. Still ... How long would it take for the damage to heal? How long would he have to wait until he could sate his urges? Valentino might know; they did some rough scenes in the studio. Vox didn’t like the thought of it; to admit he’d made a mistake, been careless with his precious wife.
“... please?”
“Fine. Not tonight. Go change into your nightdress.”
The relief on Alastor’s face was almost insulting. He managed to crawl out of the bed, and limped into the bathroom to get ready. Once he had closed the door behind him, Vox opened the closet and knelt down, opening the box he’d hidden there. Valentino had lent him plenty of toys. Even if the usual lovemaking was off the table while Alastor healed, they could get creative. Vox pulled out a ring gag, and squeezed it. There wasn’t much give in the hard, black plastic.
He closed the closet door, and undressed. When Alastor came back from the bathroom, Vox was waiting, the gag in his hand. His wife froze in the door.
Vox smiled. “Come here, Alastor. Kneel by the bed.”
“But- but you said- not tonight-”
Alastor tried to retreat, perhaps hide in the bathroom, but Vox grabbed him and pulled him towards the bed. He forced him down onto his knees.
“Don’t look so scared, honey.” Vox said, stroking his hair. “You’re hurt, so we won’t make love tonight. But your husband has needs, Alastor. We’ll just have to be a bit creative.”
“No- no, please-”
Alastor tried to get up, but Vox held him in place. “Now open your mouth.”
“No, no-”
Vox yanked at his hair, forcing him to look into his eyes. “I said; Open. Your. Mouth.”
Reluctantly, Alastor did. Vox forced the ring inside, paying particular attention to how the sharp teeth bumped up against the hard plastic. He’d never made Alastor give him a blow job before; it hadn’t seemed worth the risk of getting his cock torn apart, not when his wife’s ass was so inviting. But with that option off the table, he was willing to try. He lifted up the drooping ears to secure the strap around Alastor’s head, and locked the buckle.
Sitting back, Vox admired his work. The gag forced Alastor’s mouth open wide, and drool dripped down his chin. The deer tried in vain to shake the gag off, like a dog with a muzzle. When Alastor reached to try and unlock it, Vox gripped his wrists and pulled him closer.
“No, none of that. I’ll take it off when we’re done.”
Vox spread his legs. He was hard, his cock leaking, but Alastor made no move to do anything about it. The gag did not prevent him from breathing, but his breath was fast and shallow, like he was on the verge of panicking. Strange how the gag was such a difficulty for him; Vox had seen Alastor tear into sinners and gulp down pieces of meat bigger than this.
“Aww, sweetheart.” Vox stroked Alastor’s hair. “You’ve never done this before, have you? I’ll guide you through it.”
Vox pulled at Alastor’s hair, bringing him closer. With his free hand, he guided his hard cock through the ring gang and into his wife’s warm mouth. Alastor tried to pull back, but Vox held him in place. More drool spilled out of the deer’s open mouth, and then there was a sound of teeth hitting plastic. Vox froze. The sound came again; Alastor was trying to bite down.
His sweet little wife had been getting more and more disobedient the last days; refusing to obey, refusing his advances. The slap in the kitchen was another warning sign, and now this helpless attempt to bite; Alastor was actually willing to harm him. But the ring held; no sharp teeth managed to sink into Vox’s cock as he forced it deeper. Alastor gagged.
“Breathe through your nose.”
Tears were running down Alastor’s face as he made unintelligible noises. His hands clambered onto the bed to find something steady, to try and push himself away. Vox moved his own hand to grip an antler, holding the deer still.
“Calm down, precious; you can do this. Breathe for me. In and out. Come on.”
It took several long moments, but slowly, Alastor seemed to calm down enough to breathe properly. In and out through his nose. Vox sat still for a while. It was hard to be patient, and not just fuck into Alastor’s mouth, but he managed.
“Now, use your tongue.”
Again, Alastor tried to move away. Vox used his free hand to grab one of his ears, and pulled him back onto his cock. For a while, there was a quiet little tug-a-war, until Alastor finally gave in. Slowly, reluctantly, he started licking Vox’s cock. Small tastes; like someone trying a new flavor, unsure if they’ll like it.
“There we go.” Vox mumbled. “Keep going.”
Alastor tried; it was adorably clumsy, the way his tongue lapped at his husband’s cock. Vox let go of the ear and petted Alastor’s head. The deer looked up, eyes wide; seemingly realizing what was about to happen. Vox fingers tightened in the soft hair, and forced Alastor closer. He felt his cock touch the back of the roof of the hot, wet mouth. Alastor made coughing noises, and when he tried to pull away, Vox let him.
For a moment.
Then he pushed him back onto his cock, fucking into his mouth. With both hands on the back of Alastor’s head, fingers twisted into the red hair, he could guide the deer as he wanted, pushing his cock in and out of that hot mouth. He forced his cock deeper, deeper, and pulled away, again and again. Alastor coughed and gagged, but stopped resisting, closing his eyes and letting himself be used.
Good. Obedient at last.
Pressing in as far as he could go, Vox came down Alastor’s throat. His wife spluttered as he pulled out, drool and semen spilling out past his lips. Vox took a deep breath. “Not bad, for a first timer. I guess we’ll have to practice a bit more.”
The wet, red eyes looked up at him, pleading. Vox smiled, and undid the strap keeping the gag in place. Alastor spat it out, and stumbled to the bathroom. The door slammed, and the next moment, there was the sound of retching. Vox shook his head; they’d have to work on swallowing properly. He lay down on the bed, and pulled the blanket over himself. Fifteen minutes passed, and Alastor did not return to the bedroom; that was what wives did, occupied the bathroom. Vox felt himself drift off to sleep. A door creaked in his dream, but he slept on. When he woke, it was not yet morning; the illusion of a sky was dark outside the bedroom window.
The other side of the bed was empty. Vox sat up. It had been hours, surely his wife wasn’t still in the bathroom? He got up, and opened the door. No one was there. Another one of his sleep walking episodes, perhaps ... but Alastor’s side of the bed had not been slept in at all. Vox headed downstairs. He heard a sound from the living room, and tiptoed in.
Alastor was sleeping on the sofa; tears drying on his face. Beside him, a record was still spinning on the gramophone, but the songs had long since ended, and the only sound was white noise. Had he waited till Vox fell asleep before he snuck down to sleep here? The deer didn’t stir when Vox walked up to him.
“I don’t want to turn the music off.”
No.
“L̵̔-le̴ave me alone.”
No.
“I- I’ll sleep on the sofa, or down here, I don’t w̵ant̴́ to go with you.”
No, no, no!
Vox’s hand hovered over the gramophone; he ought to smash it. It had been a mistake bringing it down here. Alastor shouldn’t prefer to sleep next to that thing, rather than by his husband’s side, where he belonged. That old-fashioned music player wasn’t needed anymore; Vox had kept it for years as a memory, a wound that would not close, a way to somehow be near Alastor.
He had Alastor now, so there was no need for it.
Vox’s fingers touched the gramophone. There was a small noise from the sleeping deer on the sofa. Vox froze, staring, but Alastor just turned in his sleep and did not wake. His wife had been so happy when Vox brought down the records and player, but he’d rather listen to the music than to be with Vox. Alastor had been delighted when he brought home demon meat, but he tried to hole himself up in the basement and eat that, rather than come to bed and pleasure his husband. Why did the things that made Alastor happy pull him away from Vox?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be; Alastor was supposed to love him. Obey him. Vox might not be a perfect husband, but who was? They were in Hell. Yes, Vox had hurt him, but he hadn’t meant to. Sometimes he just didn’t think, when he was angry, or drunk ... Alastor could be so difficult sometimes; he’d made Vox hurt him.
Damn, he was beautiful when he cried.
Vox reached out for the gramophone ... and lifted the needle. The white noise ended, and he stopped the record from spinning. Those old things could get ruined if they just kept on spinning endlessly. His head ached, likely some remnant of the damn hangover. He didn’t need another argument in the morning when Alastor woke up; he needed a happy wife who’d serve him breakfast and kiss him goodbye before he headed for work. For the first time since their wedding, Vox went back to bed alone.
But he didn’t sleep.
He lay and listened. It wasn’t long till morning, and when the sunlight began to sneak in through the window, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Vox pretended to sleep as Alastor dressed and headed down to the kitchen. Music drifted up as morning arrived, and after a while, Vox’s loving wife called him down for breakfast.