Oh holy fucking Jesus, what the fuck was that?! Instantly a sudden problem arose at the mere sound as the spider's other self stood at full attention. Praise Lucifer that there was a bowl sitting in his lap to conceal the throbbing issue Angel was experiencing. Sure as hell wouldn't be able to stand for awhile until it sorted itself out. Husker was right, Alastor was his fucking punishment. He needed to get laid, bad.

Well, since Alastor couldn't see anyways, Angel doubled down. Oh he was going to milk every sweet sound out of him while he could. The porn star's hands worked slow and deliberate as if preforming the act on some John. With every soft moan, the fluff of his chest ruffled in excitement, biting down on his lip to choke down one of his own. This was so wrong, but damn it all if it didn't feel so good. He made sure to do a thorough job of cleaning the blood and muck out of Alastor's fur before moving on to the next one.

"That feel good, babe?" Angel cooed slowly.