Charlie paced in the waiting room, hands in her hair as she tugged at the roots in a fit of anger and panic. She was stupid... she should have never let him be alone, not when he was in rehab, not ever to be honest. If he wanted to give blowjobs to random men, fine, but she should have known the guys he tended to go for were druggies. Look at Angel now... she wished she brought a jacket as she crossed her arms, trying to ignore the leering eyes of the men around and the glares from the women with them.
She had just gotten off the phone with her father minutes before, explaining to him that his secretary would be out for a few days after a minor "accident". Her father didn't seem too convinced, but he promised his daughter her friend wouldn't get fired, not if he got a doctor's note.
"Charlie?" Came a worried voice.
The blonde whirled around toward the source and felt her heart leap into her throat as she spotted the tanned skin, dark haired girl who held her heart. Her caramel colored eyes looked tired, as she leaned against the door frame, wearing grey scrubs.
"H-how is he?" Charlie said. She wanted to hold Vaggie, apologize for disturbing her at work and breaking her promise to give her space. She didn't mean for this to happen. Not like this.
The nurse sighed, but smiled warmly, "Recovering. He didn't OD as badly as we thought, but he'll be kept over night for monitoring and I already left a message at the clinic that he needs to be placed in, rather than do out patient treatment. Before you ask, I managed to convince Dr. Pentious to write a note saying he was in a minor car accident and he's not going to get arrested. Angel cried enough to me about not wanting to lose his job and he's sorry for slipping. It's the last favor I'm doing for him though."
She straightened up and held her arms out. Charlie didn't need to be told as she fell into the shorter girl's embrace and let out a sob, "Thank you Vaggie. I'm sorry."
"It's fine." She didn't sound convincing as she stroked the weeping girl's hair. They stayed like that for some time before Charlie stood up straight and sighed.
She wiped her cheeks and sniffled, "No, it's not. I know you don't like Angel that much and you've warned me about his addiction and you're right, besides the amount of work I've been doing, I doted on him more than you. I-if you wanna move on... I... I understand. I'm so sorry." She rubbed her arms and shrank away from the other girl.
Vaggie frowned, "Hey. Knock that shit off. I'm sorry for going off on you. Look, I love you Charlie, I really do, but I don't know how much more of this I can take. You're such a good and selfless person, stubborn, and hard headed, but fuck. I'm tired of this too. Of you letting people hurt you and take advantage of you. I'm tired of that besides you not giving me your attention. You give others your time instead of me."
"I can't just abandon him, Vaggie. I'm all that he has now that his sister moved away. Arackniss and his father are the reasons he's like this. He's trying to get clean, but it's hard Vaggie. You know that. You see it every day at work."
"If he wanted to change he wouldn't slip all the fucking time, Charlie. You let him convince you that going to a bar was a good idea, when he's in rehab! Look at you. Stop babying him!" Vaggie groaned in frustration as she crossed her arms over her chest and turned around, "Listen Charlie. I won't hold this against you, not this time. However if I see him here again before I made up my mind about us, it's over. You can't help everybody, especially when you can barely help yourself."
Charlie felt like she was slapped with a bag of bricks as the blood drained from her face and a bitter taste filled her mouth. Vaggie was a nurse, Vaggie helped people every day, sometimes the lowest of the low, yet she had the audacity to put Charlie down like that?
Something snapped as Charlie remembered what Angel had said earlier.
"... Vags likes to talk shit to ya, but you need to grow some balls woman and fucking stand up to her."
"You know what, Vaggie," she began as she took a deep breath, "No. I'll keep helping him. I won't abandon him like everyone else. He's the only one who believes in me anyway, who appreciates my hard work, my love, and even if he fucks up, he's only human, but for god sakes I know he's trying! Stay with Cherri, I can tell by that giant ass hickey on your neck you two fucked already. What a shit job you did covering that up." Vaggie clamped her hand on her neck and gasped, "Hope you're fucking happy with someone who is more financially stable and hopefully she won't leave you for some floozy bimbo groupie. See what attention you get when she's touring half the fucking year! I was trying to buy us a house so we could be together in peace! Send me the bill for Angel then delete my number. I'll pick him up tomorrow and take him to the rehab clinic."
"Wait, Charlie!"
It was too late, Charlie stormed off as tears fell from her eyes. Her heart felt like it was ripping in two, but it was over. She still had time to return the ring she meant to present to Vaggie on their fourth anniversary that was a little over a month away.
"I need a drink."
—
"Well this was fucking stupid." Husk said through clenched teeth as his eye twitched in irritation. Alastor shrugged and chuckled. They were in the back stock room, staring down at the tied up and unconscious bodies of the two frat boys who were attempting to follow the lovely lady known as Charlie, and the other body was the druggie who had been with her friend.
"Scum of the earth. No body would miss them." He bent down and rummaged through their pockets, "Plus they're the idiots who couldn't remember where they parked their car. Lucky for me they ended up in the alley. Let's see here... hmmm... Scott? Ho, ho... you're the handsy one aren't you?" He opened up the wallet and raised a brow at the fat stack of cash, "I say we rough em up and dump the bodies the next alley over. With this amount, it'll easily be dismissed as a mugging."
Husk rubbed his eyes and sighed, "That's what you're doing, not me. What the fuck led to this, anyway? You never gave a shit about what happens here."
"Hey, Husk? I could use a hand at the bar! Last call is coming up." Niffty's voice rang from the half open door, "You and Al ok in there?"
"We're fine, dear! Nothing to worry." Alastor turned to Husk after removing the boys' wallet and handing him the money as well and producing an envelope from his back pocket, "Happy early birthday dear friend. Sorry to have paid you later than normal but with the move and all, my mind was elsewhere."
Husk rolled his eyes but took the money, "I got some bags in the office. Just make sure they don't see the damn place when I come back to help ya move them."
Alastor's smile grew as a sinister glint shown in his eyes, "Oh Husk, when I'm done with them, they'll be lucky if they can see tomorrow. Still have the baton? They need a lesson on how to treat a lady with respect."
"Ol' Whacky is in the office. Help yourself you sick fuck, saran wrap is on the top shelf behind you." Husk exited the stock room and shut the door behind him, sighing once more in annoyance, "Seriously, what gives? That chick?"
—
Charlie entered the bar again and looked around, relieved that the guys from earlier were gone, but sadden that Al was no longer in sight.
'Figures.' She thought in disappointment, approaching the bar. She looked at her phone to read the time and was happy she could still get another drink in before leaving for home across town. "I should have asked for his number, but I'd doubt he'd talk to me again after this. So awkward. What would I have texted him anyway?" She sat at an empty stool and waited for either bartender to come by, quietly tapping her hands on the counter as she pursed her lips, wondering if she should get a mixed drink or several shots.
"Hey... you're back." Came a deep, gruff voice. She looked up and smile. The male bartender looked surprised.
"Hey, can I still order something?"
Husk nodded and leaned in, looking behind her and around, "Where's your friend? He didn't look too good when ya left. Everything good, miss?" He stared at her and noticed her puffy eyes and the partially smudged eyeliner. He could tell she had been crying, but he didn't feel like opening that can of worms. Emotional women made him uncomfortable, mostly because he didn't know how to comfort them.
Charlie pursed her lips as she twirled a strand of hair, "Yea. He got a little sick, is all, so I... um... took him home?" She looked around again, knowing full well she was terrible at lying, "S-say... that other guy I was talking to earlier, Al? Do you know him? You two were talking to each other as if you were kinda close." She blushed.
His eyebrows shot up toward his hairline a little, "Asswipe? Yea, I know him. Listen, Miss..."
"Charlie. You can call me Charlie."
"Charlie... um, not that it's any of my business but I'd be careful with him. Smiles might be friendly and all, but he's also got a couple of screws loose." He spun his index finger near the right side of his head.
Charlie's hopeful face fell, "O-oh." He was a weirdo? She should have known, most of the guys she attracted were off their rockers, especially her ex boyfriend.
"Husk! That's not very nice! Maybe he's an asshole to you, but he's a sweetheart when he wants to be. His momma raised him to be a gentleman after all with the ladies." Niffty scolded her coworker as she set a shot glass and a half bottle of tequila on the counter in front of Charlie, "Here, it looks like you could use it. Wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really, but it's been rough the last couple of days. Thanks." She handed Niffty her credit card, "So, Al's gone?"
The bartenders looked between each other, making face gestures in a silent conversation. Husk eventually sighed, for probably the hundredth time that night, and sulked toward the back.
"Fine... I'll get him."
Niffty smiled at Charlie, "He's in the back. Al's more than just a regular, he's practically family. He helped Husk get the funds to buy this place out from the old owners."
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"Jesus fucking Christ, you animal!" Husk hollered as he scratched the back of his head, in disbelief at the carnage in from of him. "We agreed on a mugging, not a god damn massacre! Do they have any teeth left? How are you even clean!" He looked at the smaller man who was peeling away the bloodied plastic off the baton, careful to make sure no blood got on his weapon of choice for the night.
Flashback
The brunette was thankful for the thick, nearly sound proof walls and the heavy bass of the music playing outside. After putting on leather gloves he had in his back pocket and grabbing the baton from Husk's office, he wrapped it with plastic wrap and went to town on the goons. His blood boiled as he remembered their lewd comments about his Charlie when they were in the alley, how they would find out where she lived or worked, convince her to go drinking with them then drug her so they could have a threesome or a gang bang. Despicable.
He had used some of the plastic wrap to cover their eyes and their mouth than used duct tape to secure it in place. He thought about taping it to their skin, but if he was going to make it look like they got jumped, he needed to remove their bindings with little evidence that they had been tied up. He bent down between both guys who had bothered the little angel earlier, slapping their cheeks until they groaned in discomfort. At the same time they both jerked awake, realizing they were bound, gagged, and blind.
"Such filthy waste of air. How dare you attempt to sully the princess." He grabbed the front of their hair and slammed it down on the concrete floor, causing both men to scream in pain and fear. Alastor's smile grew as he began to see red, "You need to be taught manners." He stood to his full height and raised the baton above his head, growling under his breath, "Now then, let's begin."
End Flashback
Alastor removed his glasses and cleaned them with the end of his now untucked shirt. "Oh, you know... just have to mind the back strokes, is all. What can I do you for? I'm not done disciplining these cretins."
Husk tipped toed toward the bodies, assessing the decontamination he and Niffty would have to do after hours. "I'm not gonna be the one to tell Nift, ok? Fuck... thank god most of this I can salvage but god damn it... you knocked the pickle jar off the shelf. That was for tomorrow's Pickle Shooter Special." He whined, "I got those on sale. God dammit."
Alastor rolled his eyes, looking over his shoulder as he rested his arms on his knees, "Huskers, unless you're going to grab something from here, I'd like to get back to work. I have this last low life that ruined Miss Charlie's evening by giving her friend narcotics. Did you still have the mushrooms you confiscated last week?"
"Yea, about that." He placed a hand on the side of his face, rubbing his sideburn up and down, "She's back."
Alastor shot up straight from his crouching position, "I beg your pardon?"
"Charlie." Husk arched a brow, not used to his companions erratic behavior.
Before he could say anything, Alastor was already out the door, an excited smile on his face. He removed his gloves and tossed them on a counter outside the stock room, tucking his shirt back into his black slacks and smoothing down his hair with a comb in his side pocket. He couldn't contain his excitement as he saw her profile. She was downing a shot of Patrón. He carefully made his way to her and took the empty seat beside her as she filled her shot glass with more liquid. Once filled to the top, she placed it against her lips.
"Hello, dear!"
The suddenness of his voice caused Charlie to choke on her drink. She sputtered and pounded her chest, coughing uncontrollably. Alastor's eyes widen as he patted her back.
"Shit, Al... don't scare me like that!" She wheezed.
Alastor chuckled, "My apologies. I'd didn't think I'd be seeing you again, at least not on the same night. How's your friend?"
Charlie dabbed her eyes, hoping her smudged eyeliner didn't get any worse. She knew she looked like a train wreck, but she didn't feel like going home yet, not alone, and she needed a distraction. Returning to the bar was the only thing she could think of.
"He's... fine. I don't really wanna talk about it, if you don't mind. At least not right now, I just wanna drown my woes away, but I didn't want to be alone. I'm sorry." As if on cue, Niffty placed a bottle of brandy in front of Alastor. "I don't think ice cream is gonna help me feel better."
Al poured himself a glass, "Oh? What will then?"
Charlie sighed, "I don't know. I'll drink until I find out. Join me?" She lifted her fifth shot toward him, already feeling her mind get hazy.
Alastor stared into her eyes and felt his heart thunder in his chest. He raised his glass and gently tapped it against hers, a small clink noise emanating. "I'm yours tonight, sweetheart, and however long you need me until you feel better. A pretty gal like you shouldn't be sad. Smile. You're never fully dressed without one."
Charlie smiled in response as they both took a sip of their drinks.
—
It was nearly three in the morning when both Charlie and Alastor stumbled out of the bar, leaning on each other for support as they laughed in their drunken stupor. Husk looked annoyed but figured it was for the best. He could finish the rest before daybreak and charge Alastor for the clean up next time. Niffty was livid when she discovered the secret in the stock room, but said nothing as she watched her good friend unwind after so many years. Whatever happened between him and Charlie, she hoped it was what he needed to clear his head before moving.
Charlie fumbled with her pockets, looking for her keys. She giggled and swayed, closing one eye as she tried to concentrate on locating them as they slipped out of her hand and clatter to the floor.
"Fuck, I had too much. I don't think I can drive. I should call a taxi." Alastor held onto her hand as she bent down to pick up her keys, nearly sending them both tumbling.
Alastor laughed as he brought her close to him, pressing her body against his as he rested his forehead on hers. He liked the way their bodies melded together. At this proximity in the cool night air, he could feel her body heat warm him to the bone. He barely met her, but Alastor already knew he didn't want to let her go.
"Miss Charlie, I think you should sober up a little before heading home. I'm staying just two blocks from here, rest a little. I'd be more at ease knowing you were more sound of mind." His hands had a mind of their own as they began to roam over the curves of her body.
Charlie shuddered, "I don't even know you." She squinted as she wrapped her arms around him, "But ok." She liked the feeling of his callous hands on her bare waist, how he gently grazed the exposed flesh from her back to her hips, then down and around her rear, giving it a playful squeeze. She giggled.
"Ah! Where are my manners? It's cold, dear. Here." He stepped back, much to Charlie's displeasure, and removed his jacket to clumsily place it over her shoulders, "There. Can't have you getting sick, hmm? Come along, love, this way." Alastor reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Charlie sniffed his coat and felt herself swoon at the faint scent of his cologne. She watched him through half lidded eyes as he guided her toward his place, wherever that may be. Through the fogginess of her mind, dirty thought entered. She licked her lips.
By the time they reached his room, Alastor felt himself sobering up. He was pleased she agreed to come, not because he was planning anything, but he genuinely was worried about her current state. He turned on the lights of the unit, revealing a modest full sized bed, a couch, coffee table, entertainment center with a flat screen TV, coffee maker, a closet, and a bathroom.
"My apologies, sweetheart, I'm currently looking for a new place. Did you want coffee? Water?" He removed his glasses and placed them on the night stand.
Charlie swayed in the middle of the room, "A shower." She slurred, taking off his work jacket and flinging it on the couch, "I feel shitty and gross."
He raised a brow, "Are you sure? Did you want to borrow a shirt perhaps? I may have some gym shorts too if you'd like." He went to the closet to rummage through his luggage. "There's towels in the bathroom."
She looked at Alastor and felt a sudden warmth pool in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, as if possessed by some unknown force, she walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. Alastor turned around but was shocked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him down to crash his lips against hers in a sloppy, wet, open mouth kiss, tongue dancing with one another and teeth scraping in a hunger. They both moaned as their eyes slid shut.
She took a step backwards, not losing contact. Alastor followed suit and carefully guided her toward the bed, the both of them falling on to it with him turning them around at the last moment so he ended up on the bottom.
He tangled his left hand in Charlie's luscious lochs behind her head, the other once again exploring her figure. Charlie fumbled with the buttons on his shirt between them, straddling his waist and grinding herself against his growing erection beneath his pants. She didn't know what she was doing, only that she neededto feel something other than the overwhelming sadness eating at her. The hurt. The anger. She wanted to erase them, even for just a moment. The booze did nothing to ease the pain. However Alastor, though she just met him, could make her forget.
Right?
She pulled away, gasping for air as her lungs burned. She looked down at Alastor who stared at her with slight confusion.
"Charlie?" He began, uncertain. While he was a man who dealt and did many immoral things, taking advantage of a woman was not something he ever wanted to do. His mother taught him better and if she were to ever suspect that her only child was ever considered a rapist aside from a murderer, she'd be turning in her grave. "Why don't you shower, hmm? It's quite improper for us to engage in this kind of activity while we're both impaired."
Charlie frowned, a blush spreading on her cheeks, "What, I'm not good enough?" Of course not. She wasn't good enough to please her parents with her life choices. She wasn't good enough to prevent her only friend from doing drugs. She wasn't good enough to keep the love of her life. Naturally she wasn't good enough for anyone. She felt frustrated tears threaten to fall.
Alastor sat up, holding Charlie in place, "No, no, you misunderstand, mon cher, it's just I don't want you to regret this. I can be callous, and brutal, but even I would not dare harm someone so fragile like you are right now." 'Not unless I did it purposely, but you Charlie, it pains me. What happened to you?' "I may not know what is going on with your life, but I know this isn't you."
"I want you." She whispered, continuing to unbutton his shirt until it was completely undone. "If I thought I would regret this, I wouldn't be here. I. Want. You."
"And I you." His fingers dug into her hips, trying hard to stay in control of his urges. This woman, what was she doing to him?
"But?" Her bottom lip trembled, "Please Al. My heart is filled with sorrow, my mind swimming in anger. I need to feel something else, something good. I... I've never done this with a stranger, I know I shouldn't trust you, but I want this. I need you. Please?" She cupped his stoic face, lifting it slightly as she gently kissed him. "Al?"
His heart felt like a jack hammer, his mind screaming for him to take her. Though he refused. He kissed her neck, causing a low sensual moan to escape her lips.
"My dear, take a shower first. It'll clear your head. If you still want me after, than you can have me." Charlie looked at him pensively, "So it's a deal then? While I'm all for making terrible life choices on a whim, I don't want to hurt you either." He gave her an apologetic smile.
Charlie sighed defeatedly, "Fine." She whispered, sliding off his lap.
Alastor bit the inside of his cheeks and gripped the bed sheets to prevent himself from grabbing her. Goodness gracious, it took every ounce of will power to not ravage her like she wanted. She was like a succubus, her lithe body calling him to take action, her eyes demanding him to. Alastor had had plenty of one night stands before Mimzy, but this woman... even though that was what she wanted, he couldn't bare to think of using her like so, even if it had been several weeks since he last had a release. He loved the way she smelt, her voice, that smile. She was breathtakingly beautiful, and what she had shared in her drunken state, even her soul was radiant. How could anyone dare hurt such a gem of a gal? She deserved more, more than his wretched being could offer, but if she truly wanted him, even if just for tonight, she could do what she wished, no questions asked. The thought frightened him, and Alastor was a man who had nerves of steel. He never felt this way about anyone.
She stood at the doorway of the bathroom, rubbing her arms as she began to feel awkward and ashamed. 'Of course he wouldn't want me, I'm a train wreck.'
"Hey, Al?" She said with a voice so small he nearly missed it.
"Yes, dear?" He returned to the closet to pull out a pair of gym shorts and one of his sleep shirts.
"I'll probably be a while in there. Why don't you shower first? I think I might soak in the tub after I shower." Alastor cupped her cheek with his left hand as he returned to her side. Charlie held it in place with her right as she closed her eyes and leaned into it. 'No body wants me.'
"You sure?" She nodded as she looked up at him with bedroom eyes. "Alright, I'll be out in a few minutes." He kissed her forehead and handed her the clothes in his hand.
Sure enough, in less than five minutes he was out, dressed only a towel that hung low on his body. Charlie eyed him, biting her lower lip as her gaze roamed his body, brows creasing as she spotted the array of scars that covered it, but she dared not ask how he got them. With the disaster that was tonight, she knew come morning she never wanted him to see her again. She was too embarrassed from being rejected, tired of being cast aside. He probably thought of her as some slut, and Alastor had mentioned in their conversations earlier that he was not into easy women.
Silently she entered the restroom and started the shower, letting it heat up as she undressed. Stepping In, she covered her mouth and sobbed as silently as she could, feeling the tears and snot wash away in the luke warm water. After a few minutes and gasping for air, she proceeded to clean herself, deciding the last moment she didn't want to take a bath. She was tired, drained both emotionally and physically. She needed to sleep, and thanked her lucky stars she didn't feel a bad hangover coming.
Turning off the water after some time, she dried herself and wrapped the stiff motel towel around her, feeling the material scrape against her delicate skin. Suddenly, sober and determined, she exited the room. She needed to feel something other than the hurt. Regret would be more bearable than what she felt. So what if he didn't want her? If he was a gentleman, he'd yield to her wishes.
Alastor was sitting on the couch, a pillow from the bed and an extra blanket set up for himself on it so Charlie could have the bed. He looked up from his book, having turned on the small desk lamp while the rest of the room was dark and felt his breath hitch as Charlie sauntered toward him, taking her place on his lap again. He was wearing a red tank top and solid blank joggers, causing Charlie to frown a little. This simply wouldn't do.
Having completely sobered up himself, he smiled and cocked a brow, "Feeling better?" He lifted his arms up as she removed his top. He could feel the heat of her womanhood on his lap, causing his desires for her to stir once more. He suddenly couldn't help how deeply he was breathing as he fought with his arousal. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? Him, a cold blooded killer who preferred solitude more than anything, especially now that he wrestled his life away from Mimzy? She was the kind of woman who could get him to pray for salvation if angels were like her.
Charlie pulled the towel off herself, goosebumps forming all over as she grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her bosom. Alastor looked her in the eyes as he kneaded the soft mound, his other hand resting on her hip, "I will once you take me." She rose to her knees, leaning toward until her other tit was in his face as she gentle cupped the back of his head with her freehand, "Fuck me, Al. Don't keep a lady waiting."
Alastor didn't need to be told twice as he turned off the light, grabbed her bottom with both hands and hoisted her up, moving them toward the bed. As soon as he set her down, he remained in between her legs and latched on to one of the rosy pink nubs crying for attention.
Charlie gasped and arched her back, moaning as she ran her hand through his hair, loving the feeling of his hands exploring her curves once more, but this time with purpose rather than timidly testing the waters. He sucked and nipped at her teat, swirling his tongue around to soothe it then pulling at it gently with his teeth until it bounced out before doing the same thing to the other. He stared up at her, eyes darken with his desire for this goddess in his arms. He loved the rosy tint on her cheeks, the way her mouth hung open as her little mewls of pleasure left her. His hard on throbbed painfully, but he was a patient man. His princess came first.
He reached down with his right hand and moved her leg to the side, exposing her already excited core, dripping with her need. Carefully with his middle finger he brushed her bundle of nerves, causing Charlie to buck, nearly making him insert his fingers prematurely. No... this would be a sweet and slow buildup for her, he couldn't have her come undone yet, not until he was done praying and paying homage to her. Fuck it if it was nearly 4am and he was supposed to work the Sunday Morning segment in a few short hours. She was more important right now, her needs and his desires.
He trailed butterfly kisses down her smooth stomach toward her aching center, kneeling at the foot of the bed, her lower body hanging off at just the right height. Upon arrival, he moved her legs to rest over his shoulders and kissed the inside of her soft, supple thighs.
Through the streaks of lights coming from the partially opened blinds and illuminating her porcelain colored skin, Alastor wondered if she was real, or an apparition of a woman he wished he could have in his life time. Whatever it may be, she was there with him now, living, breathing, her glistening womanhood warming his face. He nipped her inner thigh, causing her to yelp in surprise. No doubt he may have left a bruise, so he kissed the skin as an apology. He moved his hand to spread her open and felt his mouth begin to salivate. Not even the bloodiest kills, whether human or animal, excited him like so.
Drawing near, he lapped at her juices and groaned, delighted by her clean savory flavor, untainted by outside factors like drugs or cigarettes, so very unlike Mimzy who was bitter and grotesque, sometimes causing Alastor to gag at how pungent she was sometimes. Charlie was sweet like forbidden nectar man should never know, and the natural musk was almost soothing to him. Oh how he wished he discovered her sooner. Maybe his suffering with Mimzy could have ended sooner. No matter, the nightmare was over. Charlie was the light at the end of the tunnel.
Suddenly he sprang forward, like a starving animal, licking and nipping her most sensitive and scared of places. Good heavens, what did he do right to deserve this feast? Was this his last meal? He had no complaints, not with the wonderful melody of Charlie's moan ringing in his ears. Let whoever was near them know of this. Let them be jealous that this mere loathsome sinner was in the presence of a benevolent goddess. His very own princess.
Charlie's thighs clamped around his head, keeping him in place as she rolled her hips to a rhythm that suited her best. Her hands gripped the hair at the crown of his head, forcing his tongue closer into her peach colored core. Alastor grunted at the slight pain, but didn't move to stop her. It reminded him this was real, she wasn't a figment of his imagination, a cruel dream he didn't want to wake up from. His tongue swirled, teeth scraping teasingly at her nether lips and hidden jewel. She couldn't control the volume of her voice as she became louder, crying out his name when he hit the right notes for her to sing to.
"Yes, oh god, yes!" She panted, trying to focus on him. He was so captivated by her. Where had she been all his life? He realized he didn't know, nor cared how young she was, not when he had her now. She was his. Alastor's piece of paradise. How he wished he could keep her with him, but all she wanted was this one moment, yes? Alastor had to savor it, make it last.
Charlie covered her face as she felt the first wave of her coming orgasm ripple through her. While his mouth did wonders, she needed more, she needed to fill the aching emptiness she was feeling.
"Al..." she breathed, "Please, baby..."
He leaned back on his haunches, causing his little minx to whine helpless at the lost contact. He stood and kneeled beside her, his hand returning to her and with a quick flick, inserted a long slender finger into her. Charlie's legs open wider, silently begging him for more.
He bit his lower lip, marveling at the erotic piece of art before him. "Charlie," he cooed, "Look at me darling."
Charlie's eyes felt like they were weighed down, but she obeyed and her breath caught in her throat as he licked his lips, still dripping with her essence. God, what the hell was she doing letting this stranger she met just hours ago have his way with her? He could be a murderer. If only she knew how right she was, but at least she was safe from the bloodlust that normally consumed him.
"What is it that you want, hmm? Do you want me to finish you off like so?" He inserted another finger, making her cry out a little as she gripped the bed sheets, "Or do you wish for something else?" A third went in as he thrusted his hand into her, his thumb rubbing her clit.
"Al... I need..." what did she want? She was close, wasn't she? But would it satisfy her? "Y-you... I need you in me. Please."
It happened all to quickly. Alastor picked her up to move her further up the bed, practically tearing his joggers off his thin, but toned legs, and crawled between her inviting ones. He kissed her hungrily, Charlie returning the intensity as she took hold of his throbbing erection and guided him toward her waiting hole, wrapping her legs around his narrow waist.
He plunged into her when he felt his tip slip inside, causing her to break the kiss and shriek in happiness as her first orgasm ripped through her, clinging to him like a life line. Alastor groaned as her inner walls gripped him, pulling him in further before quivering around him. Whatever he did to deserve this moment, Alastor swore he'd do it again and again. He didn't know what it was about Charlie, or where the sentiments came from, but he couldn't bare to think of what day light would bring. They just met, but it felt like a lifetime of searching for this treasure paid off. He felt she gave him a new purpose. Rather than be a harbinger of death, he could appreciate life differently with her by his side.
"Charlie," he whispered lovingly into her ear, drunk on the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out of her now that she came down from her high. "Sweet heaven, darling... where have you been my whole life?" He rocked against her in a steady pace, the sound of slapping flesh echoing into the night.
She held him close and rolled her hips, "Right here, Al, r-right here. All... mmm... that matters... is that you... ugh! You found meeeee... ahhh... just like that, ooh, just like that." Charlie couldn't describe what she was feeling entirely, only that she felt like she finally belong somewhere, with someone. Who would have thought it'd be with some stranger she met randomly at a bar? What would have happened if she hadn't sat next to him? What would have happened if she took Angel's advice at the beginning of the night and perhaps allowed the two clowns to fuck her instead? Would it have felt this good? She hoped this wouldn't be her only time with Alastor. She had to know if this was a one time feeling, or perhaps, by some sheer coincidence, she may have found her other half. She would have laughed if she could at the silly, drunken thought. Right now she was too busy reaching euphoria again.
Alastor held her right leg up and out, the angle positioning her passage just so that when he pulled out and slid back in, the tip of his cock rubbed against her g-spot. She could feel her muscles tensing again as a another climax was near. Her lover nipped her neck, then much harder on her shoulder, causing her eyes to roll back before closing. The sensation of pain mixed her pleasure was intoxicating.
It wasn't long before Alastor too felt as if he was about to go over the edge, "My dear... I'm gonna...ah!" he moaned, barely able to concentrate.
"Inside. You can do it inside, I-I'm on the pill." She kissed the areas she could reach. His temple, his cheek. Her hands rubbed his back soothingly, tracing several scars that were incredibly long and wide. As if the poor man had been whipped.
Her response was all that he needed as he flipped them over, bucking up into her in a frenzy as his hands circled her waist. "Look at me when you cum, mon cher, look at me and know no woman ever has and never will do this to me." He hissed as she reached around to caress his scrotum, "Ch-Charlie... oh god."
Charlie did her best as she bounced herself on his cock, rocking her hips to stimulate her clit until all she could do was lean back and rub it with one hand as she reached back to claw his thigh, her only grip on reality.
"Alastor... I'm going to... ooh!"
"That's it darling, cum all over my cock like a good girl."
Finally, like a broken dam, their climax hit them at the same time. Alastor could barely keep his eyes open as he clenched his teeth, grunting as his seed spilled into her waiting womb. He gulped for air when he was done, his vision blurring while his body sunk into the mattress.
Charlie felt as if she was having a seizure as her entire body convulsed, stilling, then shuddering again as she felt herself coat his pelvis with her juices. She couldn't keep her eyes on him any longer as she threw her head back in a silent scream, stars bursting behind her lids. Was this the rapture?
She slumped to the side, Alastor's cock flopping lifelessly to the side as she curled up beside him, mumbling something incoherently before darkness consumed them both as they wrapped each other in their arms and clung to one another with all the strength they could muster. Neither could remember instantly falling asleep.