T/W sexual content
In the following weeks, whenever Charlie would return, she would seem more fraught. You wanted to help but there was nothing you could do to try to alleviate her stress. However when you had mentioned that you were now helping Alastor in running things at the hotel, that did seem to make her relax a little. Whilst it hadn't been much, just paperwork and accounts mainly, stuff Alastor seemed to have no interest in doing. It was still something. You'd even started looking into renovating some of the rooms that were collecting dust. Repurposing them into something that would actually be used by the residents.
Throughout these weeks, whenever you'd do something that would please Alastor, he would whisper little phrases, ones of an intimate nature, to you. Some sounding quite sweet, like "Je vais te faire ronronner comme un petit chaton." Meaning he would make you purr like a little kitten. Others are much more depraved, such as. "Je vais te faire des choses qui feraient rougir Satan." You couldn't imagine what he could do to you that would make Satan blush. You did like imagining what exactly that would mean though. He had no issues whispering such things in front of Angel, Husk, or Nifty. In fact, he seemed to do it more in front of others. Maybe it was how your cheeks would flush and how you would sink down into your seat. One particular time, when you'd been getting a little sassy with him in front of Husk and Angel. He had said "Je te garderai toute la nuit et le matin tu ne pourras penser à rien d'autre qu'à mon nom, encore moins marcher après." That had certainly stopped you in your tracks as he simply sauntered away from you.
"What the actual fuck!" Angel had finally broken. They must have known that what he had been saying was certainly of a salacious nature but curiosity must have gotten to him. At first, you didn't want to repeat those words, feeling slightly embarrassed by them but eventually, you caved and translated it for them. "I will keep you all night and by the morning you won't be able to think of anything but my name, let alone walk afterward." When you had said this, Husk had nearly spat out his drink. "So have you guys..." Angel raised two of his arms and with his fingers imitated the act. "Again?" You shook your head to his question. "Nope, not since that night." You sigh out. "I'm pretty sure it's all just words..." You couldn't help sounding disheartened as you spoke. "He's been nothing if not a gentleman. At least in his actions."
You continued to drink, now learning to pace yourself. That was until Husk brought out the cards. The 3 of you played until the early hours of the morning. You had gotten better at playing poker and even picked up a few more games to play. Angel had offered to take you out shopping to, in his words, "Get something a bit more sexy. If that strawberry pimp is gonna tease you, it's time to get some payback." You quite liked the idea of that. Alastor's words certainly had a grip on you, one that filled your every thought when you were alone. The idea of teasing him back sounded like a lot of fun.
The next morning you were a little hungover but Angel burst into your room, earlier than you'd ever seen him get up. He also seemed excited at the idea of pimping up your wardrobe. You had to admit your wardrobe was lacking. Only the clothes you'd arrived in, the walking dress Alastor had gifted you, and the oversized nightshirt. Hardly the best selection.
You both headed into town and as you entered the shop, you got the impression Angel visited it quite frequently. As he moved through the racks of clothes, already picking out several strappy pieces, you could only feel awkward. Half-heartedly flicking through a few items. You eventually had pulled out a plain pink set with hearts embroidered into the fabric. "Oh toots, live a little!" Angel chimed up from behind you. "Well, I don't even know what I'm looking for. Hell! I'm still not even sure I'm going to go ahead with this." You had to admit that from the moment you'd walked into the store, your stomach had been in knots.
"Well let me be your personal shopper." Angel didn't waste a moment in picking out several items, many of which were too adventurous for your taste. Hell, you didn't even know if Alastor was going to go for this. You didn't want to be stood in his room, half naked, and have him just brush off your advances. How were you even going to go about this? You had enjoyed it when he had taken control that night. You relished in the idea of him calling the shots and leading things. But you also had come to the conclusion that if things were left to Alastor then it would just stay as whispers of sweet nothings. You knew you had to take some initiative if you wanted this to happen. To flirt with him, to seduce him. You didn't know how to be seductive but you could do nothing but try. Angel had pulled out a semi-sheer nightdress with lace details. You had to admit it was rather pretty. "I think we should go in layers, in case you wanna get out of there at any point. You're not running through the hotel half-naked." He chuckled. You nodded in agreement and you both settled on a matching, red lace set with bra, pants, and waistpipe corset which you could attach stockings to. You also picked up a red satin robe.
Angel had offered to pay for them but in return wanted the details afterward. A fair trade you thought. You did feel uncomfortable about relaying any intimate moments that may occur. But with Angel, he'd always been very open about the things he had done, even when you hadn't asked. You also felt he wasn't asking out of any kind of seedy interests but more a genuine curiosity as to what things were like with Alastor. Such events were unheard of with him and it almost sounded like an eclipse, something so rare that everyone wanted to see it.
You returned to the hotel, Angel had all of his arms loaded with bags. You both went to your room and Angel tried on a few of his purchases. Then it was time for you to try on yours. You had to admit you looked good in it. Angel had picked well for you as everything perfectly hugged your figure without showing too much and with the night robe on top, you were completely covered, just in case Alastor didn't take the bait. Angel proceeded to coach you with flirtatious tips and things to say but a lot of it was a bit too forward for you.
Eventually, the time had come. Angel gave you a friendly pat on your ass as you walked out of your room. "Go get 'em tiger" He followed that up with a little growl. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, growing faster with each step you took toward Alastor's room, and as you reached the door you genuinely thought you might be having a heart attack.
You knock on the door and it swings open. There was no turning back now. Alastor was now sat with a cup of coffee and a newspaper. He looked up at you and placed his cup down, folding his newspaper up and also placing it on the desk. "mon chéri?" he purred out but offered you nothing more. Normally he was so quick to lead the conversation but now you were pushed to take the lead. Maybe that's what he had intended. Did he perhaps know of your intentions and wanted to see how, and if, you would take the initiative? You didn't know what to say. Despite the layers of garments, you felt as though you were completely naked. You wanted to run but your feet felt as though they were stuck.
Alastor rose from his chair and made his way over to you. "The red suits you," He said whilst lifting his hand to stroke your cheek with the backs of his fingers. "And I'm not talking about your attire." As he spoke you knew your face must have been flushed, "I would normally ask what you need but I think your intentions are quite obvious." He spoke so casually towards you. "Just for some company." You splutter out. "Oh? just for some company? Nothing more?" He said, his tone accusatory.
Something erupted from inside you. Maybe it had been the weeks of torment. Every whisper and promise he had given you. It flowed through you with a playful ferocity. "And if I wanted something more, would you be disinclined to acquiesce to my request?" You cooed at him. He seemed to take a moment to process what you had said, perhaps even a bit shocked at your forwardness. You had been so shy around him this entire time with the exception of that one night. " Mon petit chaton féroce. Il semblerait que vous ayez effectivement des griffes. But I would need to know what your request is." He purred at you. You swallowed back, daunted by the idea of telling him what you wanted. You knew he was playing stupid with you.
Maybe it was better to show rather than tell. You proceed to attempt to push him back to his chair which he gives no resistance to, perhaps curious as to how you were going to play this out. You push him into his chair and then slide the shoulders of your nightgown down, exposing the straps of your nightdress and bra. "Well, you've promised me such things this last week. So many sweet wispers." You drag out the word 'whispers' as you say it. "I wanna see if you're all just talking or if you can really do things that would make satan blush" You challenge him. You could almost hear the clogs turning behind his hooded eyes but then he hoods them further as he looks at you. He slips off his gloves and places them neatly on the desk and stands up from the chair.
He then proceeds to brush the shoulders of your nightdress further down. The top portion of it now exposes the bra of the lingerie. "Well when you present yourself so enticingly, what is a man to do?" His voice so smooth and silvery. He often had a mildly flirtatious tone with you but this was taking it a step further. You grab the belt of your nightgown and pull it, letting the robe drop to the floor around your feet. You smirk as you can see his eyes drinking in the sight. His one hand now moves down from your shoulders and your arm, grasping your waist and pulling you into him. The other traced fingers up your neck and to your chin, tilting up to him. He leans down, his lips pressing against you but unlike last time, so tenderly.
Despite your shock at how well this was going you kiss back. You raise your arms and wrap them around his neck, pulling his face more into yours as you deepen the kiss. Without separating your lips, he guides the both of you over to the bed and pushes you back onto it. His body was now on top of you. You move your legs, which the lower half of were still dangling over the edge. Parting them to allow him to lean in more. Your hands move from the back of his neck. One wrapping your fingers through his tufts of hair. The other moves to the buttons of his shirt but to your shock he removes the hand that had been gently cupping your face and now pins your hand above your head.
You tear away from the kiss to tilt your head up to look at it, a bit stunned by the sudden aggression. But as you pulled away from the kiss his lips now placed tender kisses on your neck. Something that sends shivers throughout your body as his lips brush the tender skin. Those tender kisses are quickly replaced with the sharp nipping sensation as you feel him bite your skin. Not enough to break the flesh as before but enough to heighten the enjoyment you were feeling. Your body responds well as you begin to grind your hips into his. "I take it this is what you wanted from me mon chéri?" He whispers in your ear. You nod, feeling unable to speak at this moment. "Good!" His soft whisper became a low growl.
The hand that had once pinned yours down, now slides over your arm, down to your shoulder, and stops at the straps of your nightdress. With a sharp tug, you feel the thin strap, snap. Swiftly followed by the other side. You let out a wince, you had only just got this and you had to admit it was quite nice but your thoughts were quickly interrupted as Alastor slips the nightdress from under you whilst simultaneously moving his kisses down your chest as he pulled it back. You could feel his hot breath through the thin lace of the bra. Once again shuddering in anticipation.
His teeth softly nip at the hardened bud of your right breast. His hand pinching the left. His spare hand traces down your body and pushes his nails into your skin as he reaches your thigh. Every part of him... Seemed to be focused on stimulating, every part of you... As you feel his fingers dance across the lace of your pants you feel your hips buck up. "Oh, how needy you are my darling." his voice low and tantalizing. You feel your pants being pushed to the side and he slowly drags a finger along your slit before sliding it inside you. You moan which seems to be music to his ears. His motions are slow to begin with but as you squirm beneath him, he picks up the pace.
Your eyes closed and focused on the sensation he brought you. You did not notice him watching you, watching your every movement, every gasp that escaped your lips. His movements slowed down and just as you were about to complain you felt his thumb on your clit, rubbing against it each time his fingers thrust inside you. You had told yourself you would not finish as quickly as you had last time but as your breaths grew shorter and more labored you knew you were so close. He must have known too because he began to once again pick up pace. You found your hips moving with his hand and finally, it pushed you over the edge. That blissful wave of electricity that shot through your system.
You felt like a mess as you lay on his bed regaining your breath. You went to sit up. Worried the night would end like last where he would now tell you to leave and proceed to ignore you for another week. However, you were pushed back onto the bed and to your surprise, Alastor had slipped off his jacket and now was effortlessly unbuttoning his shirt with one hand. The hand which had just pushed you back slid back inside you, keeping slow and resuming the circular motions against your clit. Still so sensitive from your climax you can only tilt your head back.
"Did you think I was done with you? Is this not exactly what you wanted?" He purred out. You took a moment to look up at him just as he removed his hand from you to slide the arms of his shirt off. You couldn't help but notice that his entire body was covered in deep scars. Much like you'd seen on his hands and wrist. You didn't get much of a look because seeming as though the expression on your face had changed, Alastor clicked his fingers and the room filled with Darkness. You heard a metallic click on the floor and the darkness was quickly replaced with warmth. The warmth of Alastor's body pressed against yours. That in itself was such a nice sensation.
As he pressed his body against you, his lips once again found yours. You kissed back with a hunger for him and he reciprocated that same passion. You could feel it pushing against you and as you begin to wriggle beneath him, in an attempt to guide him inside you. You feel a hand firmly push down on your hip. "No no no, Cheri, you wait like a good girl." He almost snarls at you. "But I've waited so long for this already." You whine, and the room falls silent. A few antagonizing moments pass before he speaks again. "I suppose you have." And as he says this you feel him slide inside you, the suddenness of it taking you by surprise as you tense and clench around him.
His thrusts are smooth and rhythmic as he rolls his hips, moving in and out of you. As much as you were enjoying such a sensation. You could almost feel his restraint with each movement, focusing only on how it would feel for you rather than allowing his own enjoyment. "You don't have to be so gentle with me...I won't break so easily." You manage to say between your moans. You feel hands wrap around your throat. "I could tear you apart." His words make you freeze, no longer moving your hips with his movement. "But don't worry darling, you're far too precious to me." As he said that you felt his hands tighten around your throat as he picked up pace. His thrusts go deeper and with more aggression. If the lights hadn't been out you would have been able to see your vision growing darker. You could feel with each moan, how hard it was becoming to breathe, now barely able to make a sound to express your pleasure.
You feel his hands release from your throat, his thrusts becoming vigorous as he does so and this was enough to bring you to climax once more. Your legs shake and you grasp onto the bedsheets as your back arches and pushes your body firmly against him. He allows you to ride out your climax, feeling yourself almost pulsating against his cock. "Good girl." He whispers in your ear before pulling out of you, even the sensation of that sends shivers of pleasure throughout you now being so tender. You feel him move down before his tongue slides inside you, lapping up your juices. "I..I.." you stutter but he pulls away and places a finger on your lips. "Don't worry, I just wanted a taste."
As the lights flick back on and your world stops spinning. You see Alastor already has put his shirt back on and is now sitting on the bed beside you. You reach for the blanket to cover yourself up but Alastor hands you your robe. "Almost seems pointless now, I think I've seen everything you have to hide." Alastor chuckles. You feel a blush rise to your cheeks, he had indeed seen everything but that only made you flashback to how he had switched out the lights when it came to himself. The scars which you were now sure were all over his body. What had once surely been deep and painful lacerations?
"Do you want me to leave now?" You ask timidly. You weren't quite sure where to go from here. You felt awkward, you knew everything that had just transpired was for your benefit and not his, he hadn't even finished. This encounter had only been for your pleasure. "Do you want to... leave?" He asks and you shake your head. Feeling like pushing your luck considering how easily he seemed to be giving in to your requests tonight. "I would like to stay and maybe cuddle?" He moves up the bed and pulls you close to him. You lay with your head rested on his chest, one arm across his torso. He plays with your hair and hums softly. You find you quickly drift off into a blissful sleep.
"You really do look good in red"
A/N Je te garderai toute la nuit et le matin tu ne pourras penser à rien d'autre qu'à mon nom, encore moins marcher après - I'll keep you all night and in the morning you won't be able to think about anything but my name, let alone walk afterwards.
Mon petit chaton féroce. Il semblerait que vous ayez effectivement des griffes. - My fierce little kitten. It looks like you do indeed have claws.