Classic Acting

Part 12

Venom glared from her seat as you asked harmless questions, her glare more than filled with hatred. She could say what she wanted when you were done. "So, is the hotel as crummy as we've all heard," you hummed out. Venom twisted in her seat. There was a familiar heat filling the room, the kind you hadn't felt for years and reminded you of home.

"We can stop talkin' about the hotel," she sniffed.

"No, no, no," you hummed, "The entirety of hell wants to know! You wouldn't keep that from them would you?" She hissed quietly under her breath.

"The hotel is fine. It's everythin' a hotel is supposed to be," she snorted. You grinned widely, leaning towards her. This was a bit of fun for you. Making her uncomfortable and knowing she hated your race when you were alive filled you with pride. A jab at her ridiculous beliefs.

"So, round-eye," you accentuated the small slur, the demoness' body tensing, "Is that worthless princess just as much a failure as this hotel is going to be? I hear she's too blinded by her gay love to function properly." The tear of the fabric of the cushion reached your ears as Venom narrowed her pretty little eye. You could only imagine how she lost it.

"Charlie isn't a fuckin' failure. Now, the reason I'm here is-"

"Oh, but isn't that joke of a radio host there too? How is that holding up? Any dirt on such a joke of a being? Or is that too forward," you bounced a bit, curling your legs under you. "And what's making you so angry? I'm just asking a few questions?"

Venom adjusted her blouse and skirt as if they had been messed up, her eyes never leaving you, "I quit-"

"You quit being there? Is it that bad," you teased. The irritation was blossoming on her face and it made you squirm in a bit of pleasure. Honestly, interviewing Venom was something to squirm about. She refused to interview, claiming there was nothing to interview about.

"I quit working for Vox," she shot. You narrowed your eyes. That was a bad sign. She brought in numbers for Vox and if you knew anything about show business, the numbers were almost everything.

"Oh come now. We all know you're just a violent junkie," you laughed. The crowd laughed with you, creating the perfect laughing track. Venom's hair seemed to squirm as the lights in the studio flickered and the heat in the room became humid. There was a soft glow from the center of her chest that you seemed to be the only one to catch. You sat back, your fur rising as tension grew on the stage. You don't remember what you said next, Venom launching from her seat at you.

You knew you grew and you knew very well that you were under attack. Venom's body had twisted itself, the woman looking like a naga with snakes for hair as you wrangled her to the floor. Growls left your lips more at the new outfit being torn to shreds. A door slammed open and a cat with wings stormed down the aisle. The audience had vacated slightly, a few not wanting to get caught up in the fight. It was like a switch though, Venom backed off as he had dragged her out behind him.

You weren't aware of the presence behind you as you shrunk down, your claws retracting. The hand on your shoulder made you jump and you turned, staring at Vox. He was staring, entertained smirk splitting his screen in two.

"Kitten, you rang," he reached and made the bell around your neck jingle. You blinked before looking out the door, your mouth opening to speak. "Don't worry about her. She was always a wild card, kitten. She'll be dealt with and so will her little friend." You were pulled against him as he rubbed a spot on your cheek that had started to burn. A green goo fell to the floor and he kissed the top of your head.

"I'm sorry, that escalated faster than I thought it would," you sighed. He hummed, waving his hand and leading you off of the stage.

"Kitten, if you were going to interview one of my main stars, you should have just asked me," he chuckled.

"She came to me. She said she was quitting," you stared at him and raised an eyebrow. He laughed, the sound twisted.

"She'll come crawling back. I've been setting up a back up in case she did try to quit," he walked into your dressing room, releasing your shoulder and casually sitting on your couch. He glanced over, motioning with a finger for you to come closer. Something was starting to rub you wrong and you looked around the room. He was calm and it was giving bad vibes. You slowly walked to him, sitting and staring as he draped an arm over you.

There was a long silence as he sat there, his fingers drumming against your shoulder and making your fur rise a bit more. "Do you know that the reason I hired her was for the professionalism she brought," he hummed, "The only demon I didn't make a contract with besides you and a select few." You stared at him and slowly put your head on his shoulder.

"I did not. I knew that she pulled large numbers for you because she was a brutish woman," you snorted. You couldn't help the purr that escaped you when he began to rub the base of your ear. Vox chuckled at the sound, leaning into you a bit as his other hand made you look up to him by your chin.

"Well, I did. And now I'm regretting it since she's wandering," he snickered. You sat up a bit, the ministration on your ear stopping as he rubbed his knuckles on your jaw. Your fur began to settle, the actions calming as he leaned closer. The buzz of his lips on yours made the tension in your shoulders fall away. Of course, his kisses were electrifying. "That was quite the show as well, my dear. Though I encourage you to let the guest speak up next time." 

You were breathless as you gave a short nod, the chuckle coming from him softer. He stared for a moment, leaning forward and kissing you again. You kissed back, his hands placing themselves on your lower back and pulling you to him. It wasn't long before he had you straddling him, holding you close as the kiss got deeper and what felt like wires enter your mouth. They explored, touching every part of your mouth as you pressed against the overlord. He gripped your waist, slowly adjusting so your back was against the couch cushions.

You shivered, your body heating up as he pressed against you. There was a quiet moan, not from you. Your eyes opened and you stared at the fuzzy screen, everything inside the black border out of focus. The dress shifted and you felt his hands travel across your stomach, pulling a soft purr out of you. The screen focused and the red eyes stared down at you. There was no movement for a long while, Vox silently examining your face as you let out small breaths. You shot up first, pulling the dress over your head.

He was unbuckled and standing. His clothes coming off slower than yours thanks to all the parts that made up his look. His mouth was back on yours soon after he finished, everything about him hot and lively. You were pressed up against him, his hands roaming your back and his nails leaving soft indents in your fur as they roamed downwards. You were lifted by your thighs, your core dangling over him as your claws dug into his back. A roar filled the room as you were slammed down, every part of you spreading open to take him in.

The wires were back in your mouth, his hands holding you still as his hips bounced you against themselves. You were trying to move against him, the heat in your core rising as he somehow hit spots you didn't know about. Your back was on the couch, his grip holding your hips up so he didn't have to stop pushing into you. You were turning into a mess, your claws digging into his wrists as a jolt was sent through you and your body tightened around him. He grunted quietly, reaching a hand up your body and to your neck. His fingers closed around your throat, the jolt becoming a constant as he continued to please himself with you.

He didn't slow down even as drowsiness came over you and his hand was pulled away. You were becoming highly sensitive, each movement of him inside of you causing you to moan loudly. If someone heard you were sure all they had to do was open the door to see this. Vox's screen slowly filled with static and his thrusting became erratic. His hips stopped soon after, the lights blaring in brightness within the room as he dug his claws into you. Warmth filled you and you felt yourself tighten up more than before as if you were trying to milk the very life out of him. He stood there a moment, the mouth of his screen in a straight curve of a smile.

He slowly pulled himself out, lowering himself to the couch and holding you against him. "Well, Kitten, that was tamer than before but it was still delicious," he snickered. You swore your entire body would appear pink if not for the fur.