He heard him. He heard the whole thing. The. Whole. Thing. While he was going off to bed that night, he heard Alastor in there with Angel Dust- as he usually would, but different.

Way different. Because of his damnable hearing, he could hear clearly the radio demon moaning in Angel's place, meaning he was either getting sucked off, as always, or, once the feline had grown closer to the door, he was getting eaten out. He heard the little slurps and figured he was hearing it wrong and moved on. However, the moans from the pain in his ass got louder and louder, leading up to:

"Oh, just like that, Angel baby, don't stop, please don't stop..." Husk was frozen on the spot that night, unmoving. He was definitely getting his ass prepped for entry, if he counted hearing a bit of wet schlicking he knew was the bastard getting fingerfucked. "Attaboy, my effeminate lover, ahh...!" Unreal. Unreal!

"Yeah? Ya like that shit? Hmm, ya like it?"

The cat demon doesn't realize the boner he's sprung the more this went on. He's heard and seen many things that'll have a poor son of a bitch in an institute faster than a bullet to the skull, but hearing Alastor getting it from Angel was entirely different, even to the war veteran. All he could ever do at that moment was stand there with his ear to the door, sporting a look of awe nobody's ever seen on him and an erection, listening to the red-wearing freak scream exactly like the pink/white spotted freak does on a regular.

"Holy shit you feel so fuckin' good."

The next after comes Alastor's uncontrollable moaning topped with loud fleshly smacking and Angel's panting.

"Ah- fughk! F-fuck! Angie~!"

Angel's orgasmic cry comes much later after what felt like an eternity of him bottoming the radio demon out and Husk finally moves from where he was cemented with haste, blushing a greater shade of red than any imp could toward his room without so much as a peep. He spent the rest of the night furiously jerking off and drinking himself to sleep, his mind overrun with jumbled questions and explanations for what the fuck he just heard back there.

A week or two passed and Husk was in a worse mood than usual now that memories of that time were brought up each time he saw the spider stripper and the grinning freak together. Vaggie claimed it was all the booze he guzzled down that was the cause of his 24/7 grouchiness but honestly, Husk couldn't give any less of a shit than he could now. The six-armed bitch just did something he didn't even look the type to do and it was oddly starting to get to him. 

And even thinking about it had him almost eager to swing an empty bottle into the nearest person's face because it just didn't make any sense. Like, how the fuck could a slutbag like Angel ever be capable of fucking someone, much less it be an overlord. Or better yet, be dominant to an overlord? Because most of the time, the walking fetish queer in polka dots would come in limping and smelling faintly, or sometimes greatly, of booze, scented lube, or semen. Now, Alastor's the one doing the limping around smelling like sex and shit, even if he doesn't walk most of the time.

Besides manifesting from the shadows behind him all the time, scaring the shit out of him. It's a wonder he hasn't suddenly turned around to scratch the bastard's face off when he did it on his worst days, I mean, considering who he is, of course. He wasn't stupid as much as he was a gambling drunk.

As of now, he had just gotten done with poorly listening to Vaggie's lecture on leaving empty booze bottles at the front desk and whatever the hell else she was going on about with Charlie Dollface Morningstar cleaning up his mess and giving him occasional head pats, just barely in the mood to tolerate hearing it. She leaves in a huff with Dollface later, leaving the demon to sit there in his bar and just growl under his breath. Goddammit, he hated hearing shit from her. Charlie wasn't much of a bother besides the sing-song voice and occasionally petting him out of turn, but her potential one-eyed butt-buddy?

Well, he's gouged out more eyes from the Vietnamese back in the day than he's drunk himself to sleep. She'd do well not to hassle him when he's at his worst if she wants to be able to give goo-goo eyes to Princess with her remaining eye. 

Husk sighed gruffly, taking another swig from his bottle that he angrily swilled around in his paw after the two girl's departure from his sight before standing and trudging off to his room, nobody hasn't checked in since 5 PM anyway and he's looking to be alone for the night. But of course, the feline couldn't even be granted that when he reaches his doorstep and two pairs of gloved hands were on his shoulder and around his midsection, followed by a certain curvaceous body pressing up against him from behind.

He paused at turning the doorknob and growled low under his breath, his tail swinging about irritatedly. "For fuck's sake, Angel." He grumbled. This bitch was the last demon he wanted to come into contact with right now. Or ever, given his current mood.

Angel chuckled, hugging the feline closer to him. "Hello yuhself, Whiskas~." He hummed, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Whacha been up to?"

"Nothing," He seethed, not letting the hug distract him from going inside with the arachnid now peppering his shoulder to his cheek with feathery kisses, sending a shiver up his spine. Why was he doing that and why wasn't he shrugging him off at this moment? He's probably too desensitized to even care at this point but he isn't so sure that's the case deep down inside. "What about you?"

Angel purred in his ear. "Oh, the usuals on top of usuals. Gettin' fucked more ways than one, showin' off da goods, beatin' down handsy assholes at a bar, so on, so on. Nutthin' interestin' nowadays, ya know?"

Husk scoffed, shrugging his hands off and turning to face him with an irate look with his arms crossed. "Nothing interesting, huh? Fuckin' figures, considering the little role reversal you did with Al last week."

Angel suddenly looked surprised for a moment before he give him that cheekyass grin and fell back against the door, sniggering up a storm. "Yeah, what about it? Ya jealous or somethin'?

"Like I'd ever stick my dick inside of death himself," Husk retorted with a snort. "I've been dead on booze ever since I've heard you plow that sumbitch into submission, trying to forget it actually because it makes no fuckin' sense how you can just suddenly be the top when you're all of Hell's bottom bitch!" He almost yelled but dialed it back at the last second so he doesn't rouse any unwanted attention from next door, These walls are most likely as thin as Alastor's bony ass when he transforms.

Angel's grin just widened whilst Husk looked confused as hell after that time when he had a flower stuck right on his snout. The reason behind his dominant side coming to play in the first place was because of the radio demon wondering what it'd be like to get topped for the first time, although the kitty cat would definitely not understand it. Well, unless he asked himself but still... "FYI, Husker baby, I just happen to get clients that're more into takin' dick than givin' dick, and ya know I ain't the type a guy to let a customer down. A first for a 'bottom bitch' like myself but damn did it get me excited as hell hearing those femboys cry out for lil ol' me to go faster."

Could the hybrid even believe the shit coming out of his mouth? Hardly. That abusive fuck he works for eats it up like candy. Fuckin' bastard. "Sounds like bullshit. I bet you aren't even that big."

"You'd be surprised~." The spider countered with a sly smirk. "And besides, I don't get a lotta guys askin' for a good dick-down session anyway, but I've anal-yzed the way a guy fucks, and I've done some practice." Memories of the strawberry pimp calling his name in bliss surface and cause a stir in his pelvic region. And from the looks of things, he might get to hear those pleasure-ridden screams out of the bird feline soon enough. Just need to tempt him. 

Husk's tail swished behind him. "On who? Al?" To that, Angel nodded.

"Hmm close, sugah, but I got a few life-like dolly-dolls in the closet at my dorm. And probs Al, maybe."

Of-fucking-course. And how Vaggie or the others didn't go in there yet, he has no idea. "How many times is maybe?"

Angel's grin comes back. "More than one, baby, and you know it because you must've been jerkin' yourself silly listening to your best buddy take my dick my way."

His cheeks blush in the darkness that he knows full well that Angel can see and huffs. "Bull-fuckin'-shit!" He stamped his hindpaw down on the ground with his wings beating briefly and erratically- a response to his emotions as he stomped towards the albino, getting close to where his white chest nearly bumped against the latter's puffy one, angry dark taupe eyes meeting sassy, mismatched ones. If he was playing this to get on his ass, mission complete.

"Ooh, gettin' too close for comfort there, are ya, Husky?" Angel laughed softly, unaffected by the near-homicidal look on the demon's face.

"Shut it, don't go spewing off fucking nonsense about being the top!" He then shouted, grabbing a hold of the spider's striped shirt. "You fuckin' aren't, you got it? I don't believe that bullshit out your ass for a second about you being the dom, you hardly look the part!"

"So what, you wanna bet on it?" Was Angel's only response despite his current situation. "Because I can show ya rather than tell ya since you're curious about the taste of dick deep down inside. Admit it."

Cocky motherfucker. Alright.

"Pfft, so what if I am?" Husk inquired with a rose eyebrow. "What the fuck's about it?"

"I dunno, you goin' off on me about buttfuckin' Al and not believing that a bitch like me can fuck serious ass tells me you want summa me, right? I mean, in a way or two, am I right?" His two pairs of hands snake around Husk's waist and pull him close as the top two ruffle his head and scratch his ears, forcing a few low purrs out of him. The black/white hybrid snarled with his nose pushed against the other's, finding no other way to handle this, and sloppily licks a slobbery trail up the spider's cheek.

"Hehehe, nothing else to say besides grooming me? Alright." And then their lips connect. Husk's arms wrap around his form and bring him off the wall as the latter hummed in his mouth, one hand softly scratching the back of his head, the other petting down one of his ears, a third snaking down to his rear, and the fourth gripping his tail. He only deepened the kiss, letting out unwanted purrs, and grunting from the multitude of petting and groping he received at once. Angel gave one asscheek a squeeze, sticking his tongue into the avian cat demon's mouth and giggling at his reaction of letting out a muffled gasp as one eye widened. Guess he wasn't much of a feisty kisser.

Eh, oh well. Their hot embrace lasted for a couple of minutes before they pulled away, breathing softly. Angel chuckled sensually, still petting the feline, and unbuttons his blazer, keeping his eyes focused on him. What got his blush to darken was when he flicked off the last button and his prominent chest floof was on display for the gambler to see and devour with his eyes. He licks his lips slowly, using his top set of hands to squish his chest fluff around as though it were a pair of breasts while holding the cat close to where he got a good view.

"Like whacha see, Husky? Wanna closer look?"

"I-" Husk doesn't get the chance to answer when Angel, with a cheeky expression, grabs the back of his head and drives him facefirst into his breast-like chest. "Yeah you do, babe. Mmm." He gasped softly, then hissed, shivers going throughout his spine from how soft Husk's face felt in his chest. His hardness pressed against his panties from beneath his miniskirt, bringing about many rumors and fantasies of how a bird car demons tongue would feel on his dick even though he was aiming to prove him wrong tonight. The idea of that goes off in his head and a sinister grin stretches across his face.

The feline didn't even fight being thrust facefirst into this bitch's pair of man tits but was annoyed nonetheless as much as he was very horny, as shown by his cock that slid halfway out of his sheath. He wasn't complaining any since the bundle of fluff was just as soft as his fur, the sensation of such making him purr into his chest and have it vibrate, gaining a few giggles out of the spider before him. Maybe more even if he had put on more conditioner. He didn't get to revel in it more when he was pulled out, met with Angel's blushed look of lust.

"On yer knees for me, baby, I'm gonna prove ya wrong, startin' down on ya knees," He told the drinker huskily. "I'm also gonna make ya cock-drunk too, ya understand?"

"W-whatever," Husk replied groggily, sinking to his knees. "I bet that motherfucker under your dress isn't big."

Angel laughed. He's going to enjoy this. With him facing his crotch with that grouchy but sexy look still on his face, he unclips his miniskirt and lets it fall to the ground, exposing to the demon hybrid his erect cock straining against his pink/white-striped panties. He bit his lip when he pulled those down and his cock sprung out at full mast. The feline on his knees didn't look as disinterested as before now, gawking mildly in horny shock at the stripper's cock that was almost 8 to 9 inches in size and sprinkled in bits of pink as far as he could see.

Those plump balls of his swung underneath, looking quite full and ready to be empty. Husk's was only an inch and a half shorter but at least a meter thicker. That much he can pat himself on the back for staring at Angel's dick.

"Still think it's small now?" Said demon teased, swinging his dick around using his hips. Husk's only action was to silently shake his head before both Angel chuckled, clutching his head with both his second pair of hands. The familiar sensation of having someone on their knees before him came and the magenta dot in his black eye began to glow in the dark. It was happening, and you best believe Angel let it consume him. Husk's mouth dropped open, expecting him to slowly slid his dick into his mouth but got the opposite when the spider, without so much as a warning, tightens his grip on his head, and thrusts forth, sending every inch of his cock straight down through his mouth into his throat in one go.

"Rrgh, there it is," Angel growled, his first set of arms behind his head. His maliciously lewd grin shone in the moonlight draping in from the window curtains of Husk's room. "'Bout time I got to shut your bitchass up." The feline gagged in response before he went ahead and started thrusting hard and deep into his throat through his mouth, snarling along the way from how his throat attempted to swallow him down each time he plunged down there, making this so, so good.

He muttered a curse and cranked up the pace, making his balls smack louder against the cat demon's chin and his naval to tickle his nose. More choking sounds emit from his actions and he made sure his thrusts went as deep as he could go so he'd get more out of it.

He panted the faster he went, making sure Husk swallowed down every inch of his cock, gradually growing rougher with his thrusts as the cat's only course of action was to clutch tightly to his hips to hold on, never minding the nails on his head digging into his fur, but focusing on keeping his gag-reflex at bay. He gagged wetly on the stripper's dick, ears buzzing with sounds of wet slapping that filled the bedroom mixed in with Angel's grunts and feral snarls that he's never heard out of him before.

Good thing he breathed out of his nose. But even that does little good what with the spider's pubes pressing flush against his nose each and every rough thrust of his hips but he'll manage soon now that he was made as horny as the latter. It felt like he was vomiting saliva because globs of it coated Angel's cock and his erratic movements splash it all around his open maw, dripping down his chin, making the impacts more sludged and slimy. Fuck, it turned them both on, but Angel even more before his first set of arms come down and join the other set that held him in place and halted.

"Oh, fuck yeah," He hissed, his spit-slicked grin open and his drooling tongue hanging out past the razor-sharp teeth. His glowing visors lower down to Husk, who was breathing heavily through his flared nostrils, eyes barely open, the area around his mouth soaked and matted in his spit. He shivered at feeling his rough tongue start to course around his shaft and took a moment to catch his breath before steeling his hold on his pelt once more...

"Ready to go deep, baby?" He rasped before smashing his hips into Husk's face and burying his cock all the way down his throat, eliciting a gagged groan out of him as he was held down. Angel nearly laughed at his feeble attempt to back off for some air as he counted down from ten in his head. The feline gagged violently, his once angry eyes now half-lidded and clouded with lust like his brain as he welcomed the overwhelming sensation of being throatfucked to submission, his cheeks bulging.

When he gets to three, he announces it in a soft, but husky tone. "Three."

Dark spots swam in Husk's vision, he was nearing his limit and his desperate gurgling let it be known, but also ignored in return.

"Two..."

His eyes started closing and his lungs were screaming for air because his pubes were just about buried deep in both nostrils, cutting off opportunities for air. He's not going to make it but he can't find it in himself to let the spider demon know.

"One." And then he lets the feline go, pulling him off from his cock that was completely submerged in kitty slob. Husk fell on all fours, coughing violently and panting as such. Each heave was like agony yet the large gulps of air he took in were all the more worthwhile. From the outside, you'd think he's taken up the habit of smoking and was paying the price for going too fast on it when inside, he was recovering from his very first time experiencing the full brunt of asphyxiation and the aftermath.

His lungs hurt from the huge amounts of oxygen intake and it gradually got better with each breath taken, what with Angel watching with lust-filled eyes before it was time for the next phase. He was polite enough to let Husk recover before he circles behind him after his breathing returns to normal and bends down, his third set of arms popping out and wrapping around his waist alongside four more and grabbing tightly.

"Gragh- the fuck?" He coughs out before he was hoisted up like a big kitty in the spider's six-armed grasp and plopped down on the bed on all fours with a grunt. He only had time to look behind him at the amorous dancer before he was pinned down by the shoulders, making his back arch before his tail was gripped tightly and pulled upward. "H-hey! Watch the wi- Mrow!" He meowed out loud in surprise, prompting Angel to giggle darkly at his cute reaction before yanking his tail, making his ass toot up in the air.

Husk was never sure how heavy he was looking at his slim figure and thought he couldn't be lifted up until he was handled this roughly by Angel and made to get into Doggystyle position- his least favorite pose of all things. And the way he yanked on his tail, he was really going to show him proof of his dominant side, was he? How hard was he really going to fuck him into the bed? Once his legs were parted by Angel's doing and his slobbered-on cock plopped in between his ass, he knew he was bound to find out in a moment.

"Sorry in advance, kitty~," Angel warned softly, firmly grabbing his midsection down to his ass with two sets of arms and aiming his dick towards his hole with his third set. Husk's breathing quickened as he clutched the bedsheets and braced himself upon feeling him spit a fat loogie down perfectly on his asshole and rub his thumb around in it before his penis tip prodded it. The spider hummed, grinning hungrily as he, in one motion, thrust forward with all his might, burying his cock deep inside the cat demon's ass balls-deep.

The burst of pain mixed with pleasure shoots deep into Husk's system and he unleashes a high-pitched yowl he knows can be heard from across the suite. His tail shot straight up in Angel's grasp and he just tightened his grip on it ten-fold as he pulls out to the tip and slams back in just as hard with a grunt, forcing another yowl out of the feline. "Fuuuck yesss!" He seethed low with a carnivorous grin. It's been so long since he's had to fuck this hard.

He repeated the notion as many times as he wanted, his four arms keeping the big lug of a cat still who was now barely trying to keep from shouting out, whether it be in bliss, aroused anger, or pain. Either way, his teeth were painfully grit closed with a tear or two running down his cheek. Only strangled grunts and half-shouts were forced out from every harshly deep push Angel did, feeling the tightness ebb away thrust by thrust.

By the same Angel's cock was impeded with little to no tightness, he steeled his hold on the cat and went fast. Very fast. His cock crashing balls-deep at such a brutal pace, emitting sounds of loud, rough sex coupled with the arachnid's loud grunts and Husk's whimpers and seething moans.  To think he'd do it with a walking fetish demon like this, he might as well have had a one-night stand with someone well-known for leaving a guy or a girl almost paralyzed in the morning from what he's done to them the night before.

Or perhaps Alastor. He was the one he trusted and despised the most besides Angel. The spider demon that was now pounding him a new asshole with no sense of mercy or self-control. And honestly, it turned him the fuck on, he'd always like to be treated roughly when in the right mood after all. He couldn't exactly say the same for the present moment, which was his entire body being wracked back and forth with whiplashes of unsheathed pleasure from Angel's actions. He may not have been into it before, but he surely was now.

Especially when the little bitch got cheeky in the middle of pounding him senseless and decided to spank him. One harsh swat to the left cheek had his mouth parting to let out a yelp he didn't think belonged to him as it sounded shaky and broken. Another strike to his right cheek moments after and he was screaming. Not because of the spank but because Angel had freed up one of his many hands gripping his multicolored pelt to grab one of his wings and pull harshly on it. "FUCK!"

The sudden sensation that would normally bring about pain brought about pleasure, along with his prostate getting jackhammered into all this time. It never really hurt that bad but Angel wasn't looking to stop and apologize at all.

"Ah, shut the fuck up," He growled, pulling harder on it and forcing the cat demon to rise up so his cock pistoning into his fluffy little ass could hit his prostate better, and faster. "Shut. The Fuck. Up." He commanded again, leaning into his ear and gritting out each word with harder thrusts. Husk did all but that, crying out and making various cat sounds that the twink found oddly arousing.

"Ah...ahh...Aahhh!" He let out endlessly, his arms limp by his sides and his cock bouncing uncontrollably with his body, his eyes half-lidded and his tongue hanging out of his maw. Two of Angel's lower arms slide down to grip his neglected cock and jerk fast, squeezing his ballsack to painful measures as he held him by the chest with his upper pair. This change in position and angle made a long series of befuddled swears and cries come out of the cat that nobody, not even Angel has heard the entire time he's been in Hell. He couldn't say enough of how greatly this aroused him, not even when Husky here got vocal.

"A...Ange-Augh! Angel, p-ple-plea-" Husk could only get out before the stripper throws him back down on the bed and slams his palm into the back of his head, holding him down facefirst.

"Didn't hear ya well, speak the fuck up, bitch," He snarls uncharacteristically, assuming a new position on one knee, fucking his ass even harder now if he hasn't already. Husk's noises become effectively muffled with his face buried into the pillow, with the latter smacking his sore ass hard enough to gain a few high-pitched yelps out of him that bypassed the filter of the fabric. The interval of his monstrous pounding grows closer and closer when he only pulls out 3 inches and slams back in. He keeps it up that way, as it got the best results concerning the feline's squeaks.

"I bet your fucking ass believes me now, huh? Huh?" He asked, attacking his reddened ass with a series of slaps with his third pair of hands. He doesn't like the muffled response in the form of drawn-out screams and reaches forward, grabbing the cat demon by the top of his head and pulling him up, finally hearing those broken words of his mouth as he spat on his arched back a few times, digging deep inside him in this reaffirmed position. "Do ya believe me now, bitch? Huh?"

Husk's only response was to let out a high-pitched wail when the next harsh thrust from Angel strikes his prostate dead-on and he cums at long last, staining the bed below him in his seed. It was an explosive orgasm at that and he could do nothing else besides yowl and ride the wave continuously washing over him, even if it ended seconds later.

"I'll take dat as a yes, then, rrgh!" Angel grunted viciously, his teeth shiny with saliva opening and diving forth into his kitty bitch's nape full-force, feeling the skin give before him, and tasted copper. "Mmmh! Mmmh!" And it tasted good.

"Fuck, Angel! Pound the fucking shit outta me!" Husk begged, his eyes rolled up and body completely at Angel's mercy. He didn't believe him then but minutes of seemingly eternal backbreaking sex had him thinking differently. Had him hungering more for cock than cheap booze. He doesn't want to let go of it yet, he just wants to ride the wave for as long as he possibly could before the inevitable warmth filled his insides to the very brim.

That much was clear now, with Angel's beastly sounds growing fiercer and fiercer as did his pace when he spat at the back of his head and threw him down again, this time mounting all over the demon, hooking all six arms around his form, and ruthlessly pounding his ass with no sign of stopping. He made sure he believed him. He fucked his fluffy butt like he owned it- which he does, never caring about how loud he was being, nor the loud booms coming from the bed that took the punishment of his sexual wrath.

All he cared about at this moment, was railing the living fuck out of this gambling drinker of a feline that was now his bitch next to Alastor and later on, Val. He could already pictured the four-armed piece of shit on his knees already and he couldn't be any more excited for that time. He even envisioned him in Husk's place, screaming and crying for more of his dick as he was mercilessly pounded from behind by his star dancer, made into the sniveling bitch he made him so many times.

That'll fucking show him. 

Angel was brought out of his rage/sex-induced fantasy by Husk's slutty-sounding wail bringing him back. But he only had so much time to get as much out of this when he suddenly stiffens, feeling his cock burst without him giving any warning.

"OH FUGh- GRRR!" Angel roared, emptying all that he held inside of the cat demon's ravaged asshole in large spills of spider semen. A mixture between a squeal and an orgasmic cry leaves Husk's mouth in a forced cough as he was finally filled full of the stripper spider's spunk. It wasn't nearly over by then when he dove down in the midst of his intense orgasm and bit down into the same spot on his shoulder that he dug into earlier, hanging on until his violent lust-filled persona was gone.

The two laid there in a sweaty, exhausted heap afterward, reeking heavily of blood and lust. Though, Husk mostly stank of blood that he didn't care to be concerned about right now. Angel took longer to catch his breath, as he hasn't gone down on someone like this at all, in fact, he was borderline confused and a little bit turned on that he was capable of this kind of savagery in the bed. Hell, he couldn't believe himself that he went all out on the poor kitten, he might've hurt him. Or maybe not if he was proving him wrong.

But still, he couldn't help but check just to make sure. He pulls his spent length out from Husk's ass, shivering slightly at the sensation, and kissed the top of the demon's head who was purring contently from his soft touches, hoping he was still awake.

"Hey, Husky? Husky?"

All he got was a drained groan in return. He really went hard on the poor baby, didn't he? "You alright? I wasn't too much for ya, was I?"

The tired meow Husk gave in return didn't constitute much of an answer, but he'll take what he can get from it while being a little cheeky in the process. "Do ya believe me now? Hm?"

Silence, then Husk's mumbly answer. "Shut...up." Before the deep snores came next, spurring Angel to chuckle softly and hold him close to his chest, feeling his lulling heartbeat through his wings and his back. 

"I'll take dat as a yes," He cooed into his ear before snuggling closer to him nude, letting the lullaby of his snoring and purring put him to sleep. He's probably going to be a bother in the morning, he can already tell.