Chapter 14: Day 14: Cuckolding (Alastor/Velvette cuckolding Vox)
Day 14: Cuckolding (Alastor/Velvette cuckolding Vox)
The tension in the room crackled like static, the air thick with an undercurrent of unspoken rivalry. Vox stood rigid, his tall, sleek figure casting a long shadow across the floor as his cyan eyes flickered with frustration. His TV screen face, usually the picture of confidence, was now glitching slightly, a telltale sign of his fraying composure.
On the other side of the room, lounging on a plush velvet couch like she owned the place, Velvette twirled a lock of her curly red hair between her fingers, her white-streaked pigtails bouncing slightly as she laughed at something on her phone. She didn't even glance in Vox's direction, completely ignoring his growing irritation.
And then there was Alastor. The Radio Demon stood with his signature grin, ever composed and smug, his sharp, yellow teeth glinting in the dim light of the room. He adjusted his monocle, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Vox's frustration build, clearly enjoying every moment of it.
"Well, Vox," Alastor drawled, his voice smooth as silk, laced with that unmistakable radio echo, "it seems you're not quite the 'leader' you claim to be. Look at your dear Velvette—so busy, so... distracted." His grin widened, and he leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing with dark pleasure. "Is this how you let her treat you?"
Vox's fists clenched at his sides, electricity sparking at his fingertips as his rage simmered just below the surface. He wanted to say something—anything—to shut Alastor up, but the truth of the situation hung in the air like a noose around his neck. Velvette's attention wasn't on him, hadn't been on him for a while. Instead, her focus was on Alastor, the Radio Demon who always had a way of getting under everyone's skin.
"Velvette," Vox growled, his voice crackling with static as he stepped forward, "get off your damn phone."
But Velvette didn't even flinch. She tossed her phone aside with a lazy smirk and stretched out on the couch, her long legs draped over the armrest as if she hadn't a care in the world. "Oh, Vox, honey," she purred, her voice dripping with mockery, "why don't you calm down? You're making a scene."
Alastor chuckled softly, the sound sending a chill down Vox's spine. "Now, now, Velvette," Alastor said, his voice lilting with amusement, "let's not be too harsh on our dear Vox. He's just... frustrated, aren't you?"
Vox's screen flickered, his left eye distorting into a jagged, cyan spiral as his emotions finally boiled over. "Shut up, Alastor."
But Alastor's smile only widened, his eyes gleaming with delight at the reaction. He stepped closer to Velvette, his long, slender fingers brushing over her shoulder in a way that made Vox's blood boil. "Oh, I think we both know who's really in control here, don't we, Velvette?"
Velvette's laugh was soft, sultry, as she glanced up at Alastor with a teasing grin. "I like the way you think, Radio Demon."
Vox's hands twitched at his sides, sparks of electricity dancing across his fingertips, but he didn't move. He couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot, forced to watch as Alastor took what was his—his Velvette, his pride.
Alastor's grin turned wicked as he leaned down, his lips brushing Velvette's ear, his voice low and commanding. "Get on your knees."
Velvette's eyes gleamed with excitement, her playful smirk never fading as she slid off the couch, her knees hitting the floor with a soft thud. She glanced up at Alastor with a look of pure, bratty defiance, even as she obeyed his command.
Vox watched, helpless and humiliated, as Velvette knelt before Alastor, her attention now fully on the Radio Demon. The knot of anger and frustration in his chest tightened, but there was nothing he could do. Nothing he could say. Alastor had won, and Vox was left to witness his defeat.
Alastor's eyes flicked to Vox, his grin never faltering as he reached down, his hand tangling in Velvette's hair. "Watch closely, Vox," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "This is what happens when you fail to keep control."
Vox's screen flickered wildly, his hands trembling with barely-contained rage, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He could do nothing but watch as Velvette—his Velvette—submitted to Alastor's touch, her bratty defiance melting away under the Radio Demon's control.
Alastor's fingers tightened in Velvette's hair, pulling her head back slightly as he leaned down, his voice a low growl. "Now, Velvette," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction, "be a good little Overlord... and show Vox what he's missing."
Velvette's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and defiance as she glanced up at Alastor, her lips curling into a sultry grin. "Oh, I'll show him," she purred, her voice dripping with playful arrogance. Her gaze flicked briefly to Vox, who stood rooted to the spot, his screen glitching, static crackling across his body.
She knew she had him right where she wanted him—helpless, powerless, seething with frustration. Velvette thrived on moments like this, where she could push boundaries and make Vox squirm.
Alastor's fingers tightened in her hair again, a silent command that snapped her attention back to him. He tilted her head up, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes burning with a dark, predatory hunger. "Then prove it," he growled, his voice laced with authority.
With a teasing smirk, Velvette reached up, her nimble fingers brushing over Alastor's waist, unbuttoning his pinstripe coat with slow, deliberate movements. Vox could do nothing but watch, his fists clenching as the scene unfolded before him, knowing full well that this wasn't about Velvette's usual games—it was about control. And right now, Alastor had all of it.
"Enjoying the show, Vox?" Alastor asked, his voice taking on that eerie, distorted radio effect that made Vox's screen glitch harder. "You can feel it, can't you? The power slipping out of your hands. She's mine now."
Vox's jaw clenched, his cyan pupils narrowing to sharp points as electricity crackled more violently across his body. But despite the overwhelming rage coursing through him, there was something else creeping into his mind—something darker, something humiliating. The sight of Velvette, her attention fully on Alastor, the way she responded to the Radio Demon's every command—it was almost too much to bear.
Velvette glanced back at Vox, her eyes gleaming with a bratty, teasing edge as she undid Alastor's pants, her fingers brushing against his bare skin. "I hope you're taking notes, Vox," she taunted, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is how you keep a girl's attention."
Alastor chuckled darkly, his hand still tangled in Velvette's hair as he looked down at her with that ever-present grin. "Such a good little brat," he purred, his tone filled with mock praise. "You know your place."
Vox's screen flickered violently, his anger boiling over, but he still couldn't move. He was trapped in this humiliating spectacle, forced to watch as Alastor asserted his dominance over Velvette, all while Velvette reveled in the power she held over him.
Without breaking eye contact with Vox, Velvette leaned forward, her lips brushing against Alastor's cock with a teasing slowness, her tongue darting out to taste him. Alastor's grip in her hair tightened, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he thrust his hips forward, guiding her movements with firm control.
"That's it," Alastor murmured, his voice dark and commanding as Velvette took him deeper, her lips curving around him in a mix of submission and defiance. "Show him how much better you are with me."
Vox's entire body glitched, his screen distorting with static as he watched, powerless, as Velvette pleasured Alastor, her moans vibrating against the Radio Demon's length. The humiliation burned in his chest, but so did something else—a sick, twisted pleasure in watching his power be stripped away. It was as if Velvette knew exactly what she was doing, playing both sides, pushing him to the edge just to see how far he'd fall.
Alastor's eyes never left Vox, his gaze filled with sadistic delight as he continued to guide Velvette's movements. "Look at him," Alastor growled, his voice echoing through the room with that unmistakable radio effect. "Look at how pathetic he is. Reduced to nothing."
Velvette's eyes flicked up to meet Vox's once more, her lips still wrapped around Alastor as she smirked, a low, muffled laugh escaping her. She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice soft but cutting. "I don't think he's ever been able to make me scream like you will."
Alastor grinned wider, his sharp teeth gleaming as he thrust harder, the sound of Velvette's muffled moans echoing in the room. "No," he agreed, his voice a low, mocking growl. "He never could. That's why she's mine now, Vox."
Velvette, her breath quickening, pulled away from Alastor with a teasing smile, her lips glistening as she rose to her feet, eyes flicking between Alastor and Vox with a smug, bratty expression. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she purred, turning to Alastor with a seductive grin.
Alastor's eyes darkened with lust, his hands moving to Velvette's waist, pulling her flush against him. His movements were quick, precise, and filled with an undeniable authority as he spun her around, bending her over the couch without hesitation. Velvette gasped, her hands gripping the armrest as she looked back at Alastor with that same teasing grin, even as her breath hitched in anticipation.
Vox's screen flickered wildly, his pupils narrowing to thin, cyan lines as he watched helplessly, his entire system glitching as Alastor's hands roamed over Velvette's body. The static crackling from his body grew louder, a symbol of the boiling frustration and humiliation he couldn't escape.
Alastor's voice dripped with satisfaction as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Velvette's ear. "Tell him how much you want this," he whispered, his voice low and commanding.
Velvette's bratty smirk didn't falter as she arched her back, pushing herself against Alastor. "I want this," she said, her voice sultry and teasing. Her gaze flicked to Vox, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "More than anything."
Vox's screen distorted further, the cyan light in his eyes flickering in rapid bursts as the humiliation twisted in his gut. He hated this—hated how powerless he was, hated the way Velvette's attention was so fully consumed by Alastor. But most of all, he hated how his own body betrayed him, the twisted thrill of being forced to watch creeping into his system despite his rage.
Alastor chuckled darkly, his hand sliding down Velvette's back, gripping her hips firmly as he positioned himself behind her. His cock, hard and ready, pressed against her entrance, and he wasted no time pushing inside her, thrusting deep with a slow, deliberate motion. Velvette gasped, her body jerking forward as the pressure filled her, her fingers digging into the couch as she moaned.
"That's it," Alastor growled, his voice a dark, twisted purr as he thrust harder, his movements steady and powerful. "You're mine now, Velvette."
Velvette's moans grew louder with each thrust, her bratty attitude melting away as her body responded to Alastor's control, the pleasure building inside her. She glanced back at Vox, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of teasing triumph and satisfaction. "You're missing out, Vox," she taunted, her voice breathy as Alastor's cock filled her completely. "You could never..."
Her words were cut off by another sharp thrust, her body shuddering as Alastor picked up the pace, his movements becoming rougher, more demanding. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him with each thrust, his cock driving deeper inside her.
Vox's entire screen glitched, the cyan light in his eyes flickering violently as he stood frozen, his anger boiling over but completely useless. His breath came in short bursts, the humiliation unbearable as he watched Alastor take what was his, Velvette's moans filling the room as she surrendered fully to the Radio Demon's dominance.
Alastor's grin never faltered as he thrust harder, his grip on Velvette tightening as he drove her closer to the edge. "Tell him," he commanded, his voice dark and commanding. "Tell him how much better this is."
Velvette's breath hitched, her body trembling as the pleasure built inside her, overwhelming her senses. "So much better," she gasped, her voice shaky as she glanced back at Vox, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "So much... better than you could ever give me."
Vox's entire body twitched, sparks of electricity crackling from his fingertips as the humiliation burned hotter inside him, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He was trapped, forced to watch as Alastor asserted his dominance over Velvette, every thrust driving home the reality of his defeat.
Alastor's growl deepened, his thrusts growing faster, rougher, as he pushed Velvette to her limit, her body trembling with each movement. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You belong to me now."
Velvette's moans turned into cries of pleasure as she teetered on the edge, her body shaking with the intensity of it all. She looked back at Vox one last time, her bratty smirk returning even as her breath hitched. "Watch closely, Vox," she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. "This is what you'll never have."
With a final, hard thrust, Alastor drove her over the edge, Velvette's body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her, her moans echoing in the room. Her muscles clenched tightly around him, her entire body trembling as the pleasure consumed her completely.
Alastor grinned, his hands tightening on her hips as he continued to thrust, prolonging her release as he reveled in his control over her. "Good girl," he whispered again, his voice filled with dark satisfaction as he thrust harder, chasing his own release.
Vox's screen flickered wildly, his entire system glitching as the humiliation reached its peak, his cyan eyes narrowing to thin slits as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had lost—completely, utterly, and undeniably lost.
And Alastor knew it.
With a final, deep thrust, Alastor's body tensed, his cock pulsing inside Velvette as he reached his climax, filling her completely. His grip on her hips tightened as he rode out his release, his grin never fading as he glanced back at Vox, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"You see, Vox," Alastor purred, his voice low and mocking as he pulled out of Velvette, leaving her trembling and gasping for breath. "This is what real power looks like."
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