Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 6 - Mating cycles/Heat (Charlie/Alastor)

The air in the hotel was thick, charged with an unspoken tension that had been building for days. Charlie's skin felt hot, her body restless, her senses heightened to a degree that was almost unbearable. She could hear every creak in the floorboards, every whispered conversation in the distance, but it was the scent that drove her wild. A sweet, intoxicating musk that clung to the air, swirling around her and filling her senses with need.

Alastor.

Her heat had come early this year, and she had tried to hide it—tried to keep herself under control—but it was no use. Every inch of her body ached with a deep, primal hunger, her skin flushed with the intensity of it. And no matter where she went in the hotel, no matter how far she tried to run, that scent followed her.

She could feel him watching her, his presence always lurking just out of sight, as if he were waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Alastor had been unusually quiet lately, his usual chatter and grins replaced with something darker, something more intense. It was as if the air between them had changed—become charged with something primal, something neither of them could fully control.

Charlie's breath came in shallow bursts as she stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her body trembling with anticipation. Her skin was flushed, her heart racing in her chest as she fought against the overwhelming need surging through her veins. She felt like prey, caught in the invisible web of Alastor's presence, her body reacting instinctively to his nearness.

There was a soft creak behind her, and Charlie's breath caught in her throat. She didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The scent, the presence—it was unmistakable. Her heart pounded as she felt him step closer, the air around her growing thick with tension.

"Little doe," Alastor's voice drawled, low and full of dark amusement. "You've been avoiding me."

Charlie swallowed hard, her body tensing as she met his gaze in the mirror. Alastor stood behind her, his tall frame casting a shadow over her trembling form. His eyes glowed with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine, and his smile—usually so charming and playful—was sharper now, more predatory.

"I... I haven't been avoiding you," Charlie whispered, her voice trembling as her body betrayed her. The heat in her core was unbearable, the need to be touched, claimed, filling her with a desperate hunger.

Alastor's grin widened, his red eyes gleaming with a dark hunger as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Oh, but you have, my little doe," he purred, his voice low and teasing. "You've been running from me... but you can't run forever. The cycle has come, hasn't it?"

Charlie's breath hitched, her body shivering as the truth of his words settled over her. The mating cycle—it had taken over her body, filling her with an insatiable need that only he could satisfy. She had fought it for as long as she could, but now, standing here in front of him, the weight of it was too much to bear.

"I... I can't..." Charlie stammered, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt Alastor's hand brush lightly over her waist, his fingers trailing along her heated skin.

"You can," Alastor murmured, his voice soft but commanding as he pressed his body against hers. His hand slid down her side, possessive and slow, as his lips brushed against her ear. "And you will. Because you need this, don't you, little doe?"

Charlie whimpered, her body trembling as his words sent a wave of heat rushing through her. Her instincts screamed at her to give in, to let him take her, but the intensity of it all was overwhelming. She felt trapped—caught between the desperate need to be claimed and the fear of what that would mean.