Alastor F*cks You Part 2 - One-Shot Fan Fiction Smut

Alternate Perspective

If you haven't read/listened to the reader's POV of this, you can do so here.

My partner and I collaborated on this story from Alastor's perspective to mirror my previous version written from the reader's perspective. So if you are curious about what was going on in Alastor's mind when he was fucking, here's our one-shot of just what that might be. Illustrations are in the works, but they will likely only be available on Patreon due to the *ahem* spicy nature of the scenes. Enjoy!

Plot: Alastor wants you... bad. But not just as a one-night stand. He wants to make a deal to keep you as his personal toy. And the kicker is...you want it just as bad.

Alastor F*cks You Part 2 - Alternate Perspective

It’s 2 am, and I’m hungry for restless, mortal souls that struggle to sleep.  Souls that are particularly…vulnerable…to what I have to offer.

But, I rarely get to venture into the living world these days…where TV and digital technology have taken over (fuck you Vox), weakening my access to souls – a link dependent on powers of old…the power of voice.  The power of frequency.  Instead, I roam Hell, claiming souls in bondage in exchange for what I can offer them…what they need and crave.

Since I expired and ended up here, in hell 90 years ago, I have been known by many names, but legend knows me as Alastor. The Radio Demon.

It seems like it’s going to be just another night in Hell.  I sit in my den, dimly lit with the soft glow of demon fire, the sound of 20s jazz crackling in the background as I raise my glass of whiskey to my lips…the cold thick liquor burning as it slides down my throat.

I am tense and restless.  It’s nothing new.  As much as I lord over the souls in Hell, nothing down here can satiate my hunger…my shadow’s hunger…for the flesh of a mortal soul, and it has been too long since I have had my fill.  My power, invisible yet pervasive, emanates like waves.  But like water crashing against a dam, my powers are confined within the walls of Hell unless the perfect, damned soul tunes in.

I drift off in my thoughts.  Maybe I’ll go over to Charlie’s hotel and fuck with Husk.  Grouchy old fuck is so easy to rile up, and he’s the best bartender in town.  I straighten my red pinstriped jacket, and fix my red and black hair – after all, a gentleman, even a Demonic one, must not be seen in public unkempt.

I open the door to step out, when suddenly I feel a shift in the air.  Something I have not felt for so long, yet so unmistakably familiar.  The shadows in me stir, knowing that this could mean.  My stag ears straighten, scanning the airwaves.  I don’t so much see her, but sense her – a sensation at once faint, but all the while so vivid that it paints a picture in my mind.  I close my eyes as I feel a grin spread across my face, baring my razor sharp teeth.  The tentacles of my shadow rippling under the silk fabric of my jacket.  They are hungry.

I see her now, still faintly, standing alone in her dark apartment, leaning against a side table with a cold drink in one hand, her other hand fiddling with the dial on an old wooden radio – most likely a family heirloom.  Her grandmother’s, maybe.  I can see her frustration as she turns the dial back and forth, trying to find the right frequency.

She is a vision.  Thick long blonde hair that reaches the top of a perfect ass held in low rise jeans that fit just right.  The low cut V-neck tee hugging her hour-glass figure, barely containing her breasts.  But there is more to her than her looks…something deeper inside.  Sure, it takes a damned soul to connect with me, but there is something more.  Something darker.  A hidden truth.  Something deliciously sinful.

Finally, she finds the frequency, my frequency.  She visibly relaxes and closes her eyes as she listen to the old 20s sounds.  Little does she know that she has just sealed her own fate.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

My entire body vibrates as the old radio connects with my energy, and the vision becomes clearer, and the portal, invisible to mortal eyes, that has been closed to me for so long finally opens.

I straighten my body, holding one hand against the small of my back, the other holding my staff, topped with an old radio microphone.  I draw in a deep breath.  I can practically smell her perfume – a familiar scent from a French fashion house – mixed with the sweetness of her skin.

I gather myself, holding my shadow in check.  “Patience, Alastor,” I say to myself.

Taking one last deep breath, pulling my shoulders back and letting my frame take on its full size, I concentrate my thoughts and my powers for my long-awaited return to broadcast radio.

“It’s show time,” I mutter to myself, an evil grin spreading across my face, knowing what is to come.  My body tensing, I project my energy, my thoughts, and my voice through the air, and right into her ear.

I slip into the shadows.  A Demon watching his prey.

“It’s my pleasure to introduce you…"

Alllaasstor... I breathe into her ear.

I watch as her eyes snap open and she looks frantically around the room, trying to locate the source of my unexpected voice.  I chuckle again…I fucking love this part.  I can see her body tense with confusion.

Strange…usually what I see is fear.

I hear her whisper under her breath…”Alastor.”  I watch as she leans back, taking another sip of her drink, trying to relax.

Who is this woman?  It’s time that I find out.

With a simple thought, the lights flicker, and I watch with sadistic glee as her eyes widen and her body straightens. “What the fuck was that?” she says out loud to herself.

Another simple thought, and I plunge the room into darkness.  I watch her in darkness, and her confusion brings on an arousal that I have long missed.  I can feel my cock harden in my tailored pants, growing and aching for what is to come.

“Lets have some fun,” I say to myself, as I turn the room a sinister, crimson red.  I watch as she closes her eyes, visibly shaking her head, trying to wake herself from what she believes to be a dream.

I step out of the shadow and stand directly in front of her as she opens her eyes, my eyes menacing and fixed on hers as I grin wide and bare my razor-sharp teeth.

Her body stiffens with fear as a growl rumbles in my throat, that primal hunger growing.  I can feel her fear and I feed off it, my frame growing as I tower over her, my cock hardening into a steel rod as a sensual gasp escapes her soft lips.  Her face flushes red and my heightened senses smell not fear…but desire.  Her whole body emanates the scent of a woman in heat.

I release my shadow that I have held in check.  The tentacles of my inner monster reaches out, wrapping themselves around her ankles and snaking up her legs and thighs, around her waist, gripping and squeezing her tits through her clothes, and wrapping around her throat as I lift her into the air.  I pull her head back, exposing her neck as I step closer, my prey held in mid air.

I step forward, pressing her back against the counter, and lean my face close against her neck, taking her scent in like a feral beast.  I bring my face close against hers, not touching, but close enough for her to feel my heat, as I growl into her ear, “mmm…you smell delicious.”

My shadow pulls her back further, arching her back to expose her breasts to me.  I can feel her heat and wetness as my shadowy tendrils, like phantom hands, press and explore between her legs.  Instead of recoiling in fear like many have in the distant past, her hips roll and seek me out.

Yes…that’s the deep, dark truth that I sensed earlier.  This dark, sex-crazed soul that I will both set free, and claim as my own fuck toy.

As my demonic shadow holds her aloft, I grip her hip with one hand, my claws digging into her soft flesh, while the other runs down her cheek.  I love the feeling of her body under my claws... so sensitive, soft...vulnerable. My shadow spreads her legs as I pull her hard against me, the shaft of my hard cock pressing against her slit through her jeans.  I can feel the moist heat burning through her jeans.

I lean forward, the tip of my tongue licking softly from her collarbone up to her ear.  “What a darling specimen you are, my dear,” I purr into her ear as I grind against her cunt, my cock desperate for release.

I press my weight over her, the underside of my shaft covering her slit, with the tip of my cock against her naval.  I watch her face flush and contort with desperate desire and lock my eyes with hers.

“Allasstor…” she breathes hotly.  I set my demonic desires free as I tighten my hold on her body.

“You have such a lovely voice…maybe I should broadcast your screams tonight for all of hell to hear while I fuck that needy little cunt,” I growl as my shadowy hand grips her hot pussy through her jeans, pressing hard against her clit.  I feel her tense and whimper, and I tighten my grip on her tits, my shadow splitting into thin fingers, slipping inside the collar of her t-shirt and inside her bra, teasing her nipples, rolling them into hardness.

“Or maybe it’s your screams they’ll hear, Radio Demon?” she moans into my ear as I claim her body.

“Oooo, I love that demonic little mouth of yours.  I’d like it even more if it were wrapped around my cock.  Or maybe I’ll just bend you over this counter and fuck that delightful little pussy instead?” I growl as grip and massage her ass.  As much as I want to fuck this cock-sucking slut’s throat, my shaft longs to be buried inside her cunt, and to fill her to the brim.

I flip her over with ease, her tits pressed against the countertop as I press my cock against her ass.  I wonder what her tight little asshole would feel like?  I press my chest against her back, and I feel her hand slide back, reaching to free my cock.

“Be careful, girl.  I’m the monster you were warned about.”

“You’re the monster I want,” she moaned back.

With one hand holding her down by the back of her neck, I rip her jeans and panties off in one violent motion, leaving them in tatters on the ground.  I can smell her cunt, and can see her pussy dripping with desire.  I flip her onto her back, my claws gripping the collar of her t-shirt as I tear her t-shirt and bra in two, her tits spilling out, topped with perfect, hard nipples.

I lick my lips, as I command my shadow to tease her cunt, the tendrils stroke lightly up and down her pussy lips, gently prying them open, exploring every wet fold, learning the contours of what I am about to devour.

“Perfect…”, I growl deep as I begin to devour my little demon whore.  My mouth starting at her neck, tasting her skin and biting, marking her.  My clawed hands paw her breasts, squeezing them hard until she whimpers in delicious pain, my clawed fingers pinching her nipples as I twist and pull at them.  My hands grip her thighs and spread them wide as I kiss down her abdomen, down her mound and breathe in her cunt, my fingers spreading her pussy lips and exposing her swollen, needy clit as my tongue lashes the sensitive bud, licking the length of her slit as my shadowy fingers teased and rimmed her tight asshole.  I suck hard on her clit and feel her press her pussy into my mouth, a loud moan filling the room.

I rise from between her legs as I watch her breathe heavily, her eyes heavy-lidded, pleading for more.  I rip my shirt off and hold her gaze as I unbuckle my pants, and I watch with pleasure and satisfaction as I watch her gaze drop between my legs as my demon cock springs free, thick-veined and ridged, dripping and glistening with precum.  I slide the length of my cock up slowly her slit, starting at the junction between her cunt and her anus, making sure she feels and acknowledge every inch that is about to fill her.

“Let’s give the listeners a show they’ll never forget…” the little slut purrs as she grinds her pussy against my shaft.

Pushing her ankles above her head, I slam into her in a single deep stroke, my pelvic bone crashing against her clit that makes her groan in both pain and pleasure.  I can feel her cunt stretch to accommodate me while drenching me in her juices that run down my balls.  There is no elegance or tenderness, just a demonic beast claiming his prize as I drive my full length into her over and over, pulling back until just the tip of my cock is inside her before I slam fully back into her, and grinding my pelvis against her clit.

“Al…Alastor…of fuuuckk…” she moans and whimpers as I claim her sweet little cunt.

I pin her hands above her head as my body keeps her legs folded up above her head, as I fuck her relentlessly, watching her face as her eyes roll back with pleasure, and moans turn into whimpers.

I can feel her pussy clenching and tightening around my cock, massaging me inside her.  I remain inside her and enjoy her ministrations, as I whisper into her ear.

“That’s a good girl…I know what you are.  Now enjoy getting fucked in ways you have only dreamed of…”

I feel her cunt tighten and gush with wetness in response, as though she has been awaiting permission for her true self to be liberated.  I slide one hand under her ass, running a finger between her ass-cheeks, feeling her cream dripping over her asshole, as I tickle it with the tip of my clawed finger.

“Yess…such a perfect little demon whore…such a needy little cunt…You’re mine.  All mine…” I growled.

“Yes…I am yours…” she gasps as her orgasm builds.  I watch her face as I continue to fuck her, as she fades from the world, sinking deeper into a world of pure pleasure and ecstasy.

I can feel her pussy swelling and getting tighter as she nears her climax.  Her orgasm will be my claiming of her soul.

“Is it a deal?” I ask as I seek her complete submission.  My cock swells in anticipation, filling her and stretching her even further.

“Yes! Yes! Alastor!!! Yes!!!” she screams as her body is wracked by a seemingly endless orgasm, relinquishing all control to me, as her cum gushes like a fountain, soaking my thighs and leaving puddles on the floor.

Her submission triggers my release, as I growl deep and bury myself deep inside her, my balls tightening, and my cock pumping thick seed deep into her hungry, eager pussy, filling her.  My cum spills out as I slide out my still-twitching cock.  Needing to empty myself completely, I stroke my cock as she watches me, and finish over her body, covering her belly and breasts, howling into the night.

As I catch my breath, and slowly release my grip on my newly claimed prize, I see that she has slipped into a deep sleep. My mark glowed a faint red on her mound…the mark of the Radio Demon.

I wrap my arms tight around my prize’s exhausted body, as I summon my shadow. Darkness falls around us and in a moment, we are back in hell, in my office.

I sit in my velvet armchair and watch her as she sleeps in my dimly lit room. My eyes glide over her naked form, watching her breasts swell with each breath.  I can feel my arousal returning again, my cock starting to rise.

For how long she slept, I don’t know.  Time has no meaning in Hell.  After all, Hell is forever.  At last she stirs, and opens her eyes, and I see her blink away the sleep, and watch her gaze drop from my face, down my body, to the erect cock that has been waiting for her.

“Welcome to Hell, Darling.  Your deal starts now, and my listeners will want more,” I say with a smile as I approach her.  She rolls onto her back, opens her legs, and wraps her ankles around my waist, pulling me down against her.  Her tongue searches out my mouth, and my tongue dances with hers, tasting her.

“Best not to disappoint them then,” she moaned as I sink deep into her.