parasites. a hazbin hotel fic

IV

TW!!! this chapter includes implied r4pe, SA, degrading names, and a sex scene. please read with caution.

"Valeska!"

"Yes sir?"

"Call Odessa, I need her at the studio now."

Valeska picked up their phone and dialled the number that Valentino had given them, claiming it was her number. There were about five rings before the call connected and they were greeted with Odessa hissing, "What? Who is this?"

"This is Valeska, Valentino's assistant, he wants you at the studio now, get here as soon as possible."

"You could've given me a heads up! I'm kind of in the middle of something right now- OW! Don't bite me there you dick."

"This is your heads up, get down here now."

Valeska hung up before Odessa could say anything else. He added her number to his contacts before he put his phone back in his pocket. "Come here lambie," Valentino purred before taking a drag from his cigarette. They suppressed a sigh as they walked over to him, smoothing out their shirt as they did so. They stopped in front of the overlord who grinned at him. "I have some great news Valeska, would you like to hear it?" He asked as he leaned forwards. He blew the pink smoke of his cigarette into their face and they didn't flinch, they learnt how to stop doing that now. "Of course sir," They said with a nod.

"Come sit."

God Valeska hated this, they hated this so much but it was what was needed to grow just as powerful as his boss. They sat down on his lap, placing one hand on his chest as the other wrapped around his waist. They forced themselves not to recoil at the hand on their upper thigh or the other hand that sat at the back of their neck. Valeska forced himself to relax, just to please Valentino. "Odessa is going to be officially joining us, today I'm going to get her to sign a contract and then that pretty little body of hers will be put to work," He said with a malicious grin. They felt their stomach drop at his words but he couldn't show his concern on his face otherwise he'd be in deep shit. So they forced a smile on their face as they said, "That's wonderful sir, are you going to celebrate?"

"Of course.. But we're celebrating together amorcito.."

Fuck. Valeska was so fucked and he was about to be in a few minutes. "What would you like to do sir?" They asked, trying to hide the hesitance in their voice. The hand that was on the back of his neck moved to under their chin, Valentino's thumb brushing against his lower lip. "All this excitement and porn has gotten myself quite excited, if you know what I mean," He said with a chuckle. They nodded, staring up at him with wide eyes as they tried to force lust into their expression so he believed that he wanted this. "I- I do," They said quickly. Valentino chuckled softly as he ran his tongue over his teeth as he stared at his assistant with hooded eyes that were filled with nothing but lust. "What would you like to do today sir?" Valeska asked.

"Lambie.. I thought I told you to not be so formal when we have sex."

"Yes, of course, sorry Valentino... It's just a habit and besides.." They trailed off, hating themselves for what they were about to say. "I like it when I call you sir since it's just so hot knowing you're in control of... Of me."

Valeska hated talking dirty to Valentino, he always felt so disgusting whenever he did but it was all for the job. Though their words did satisfy their boss, it wasn't hard to do that when it came to sex. "Oh I forgot you were such a slut for control, do you want daddy to control you?" He purred out as he leaned uncomfortably close to their face, his lustful grin spread across his face. It took a lot of strength from Valeska to not recoil from him and he just put all that strength into nodding quickly as he shifted in his lap so he was now straddling him. They really wanted to move from his lap given they felt so uncomfortable and even more so with the feeling of Valentino's cock getting hard underneath him. "Well why don't you be a good sheepie and let daddy fuck you?" He said before running his tongue over his teeth again.