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*** Trigger Warning: this chapter contains sexual content. Please take care when reading. If that's not your thing, feel free to move on to the next chapter.***

Isobel's fingers fumbled over buttons and clasps, while Alastor found it much easier to simply rip and tear the clothes from her body. He laid her down, her coal black hair pooling around her, all of her hidden tattoos now on display. A secret knowledge that he alone was now privy to.

Tattoos didn't really do anything for Alastor, but they did make him wonder what it would be like to carve his name across her chest. It would be a declaration to all others that this soft, lithe skin and all the bones and blood underneath belonged to him.

He ran his hands from her collar bones down her chest, his claws tracing pen stripes in her skin. Faint red lines against alabaster. As he reached her waist, his fingers took hold. Her supple skin gave way to the pressure of his grip, and with a hard pull he dragged her in driving her hips into his own.

Isobel gasped and closed her eyes. She was lost in a world of sensory overload. She could feel the full weight of his body press down on her, his hands as they threaded their way through her hair, his hot breath on her neck as his tongue traced the line of her jaw. Her own hands traveled up through his hair and down his back, fingertips rippling over muscle, sinew, and scars. So many scars.

She suddenly winced and called out in pain as Alastor bit down on her shoulder. His sharp teeth pierced her skin and the taste of salt and copper filled his mouth. The sensation made his hair stand on end and antlers grow. His whole body shuddered as he strained to maintain control.

Isobel could sense he was at the edge of his restraint threatening to topple over. If that happened she was afraid he would rip her apart. Just another kill for a predator. She had opened the cage of a wild animal and like a fool beckoned it out. She needed to gain some kind of upper hand before it was too late.

She reached up, took hold of his ear, and pulled hard. It took him by surprise and he fell to the side. They rolled together, until Isobel found herself atop Alastor, straddling him. She tightened her thighs to hold him in place as he snarled up at her, his lips pulled back in an ardent grin.

"Calm down," she said, in a husky voice, pinning him down as best she could. She felt his muscles relax under her, but she did not loosen the grip of her thighs. She bent low and put her mouth on his, playing her tongue along his jagged teeth and into his mouth. His tongue was much stronger and longer than hers and he used it to push back against her as his arms wrapped around her body pulling her close, claws scratching down her back.

Pulling away from his hold on her, Isobel sat up balancing across his hips, bracing herself against his chest, hands buried in the patch of fur there as she began to rock back and forth.

She so very much liked that patch of fur. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things she had not realized she liked about him until just now. She liked his black hands and long fingers as they moved across her curves. She liked his expressive ears flicking this way and that, and even lying flat when he was really enjoying himself. She liked the taste of his spit and sweat. She liked his noises, not radio static, just fervent panting and the occasional groan.

From that angle it felt like she was towering over him, that he was a thrall to her power, subject to the whim of her control. Her rocking became faster. Every arch of her back, bringing her closer to her peak. Alastor grabbed her hips pushing and pulling with more and more force.

Their rhythm matched her breathing growing ever faster, harder, deeper until with a great shuddering, Isobel clenched her fists, threw her head back, and moaned as she plunged over the edge, falling into her climax. The world went fuzzy and she was left spent and panting.

As her muscles released, Alastor saw his chance to take control again. He grasped her shoulders and tossed her on her back. He was close, and he had been so patient with her thus far, but it was now time he claimed his just reward. He would devour her, and if he could not do it with his teeth, he would do it by other means. He would consume her from the inside out.

She lay under him, eyes closed, still dazed and breathing heavy. He held her by the jaw and said lasciviously through grinding teeth, "open your eyes."

She did so, her green jewels glistening in the dark locked unwavering onto his red, angry glow. She watched as his eyes erratically changed to radio dials and back again, his control slipping from his grasp as he pushed into her over and over. She saw his antlers grow up and around her like a cage of thorns.

She felt her blood rise again, matching his pace. In the chaos she grabbed a hold of his now massive antlers and arched her back as she came, just as Alastor wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her chest muffling the sounds of his own release.

They both stayed like that for a long moment, their heavy breaths slowing. Alastor could hear the violent pumping of Isobel's heart through her chest. He closed his eyes and listened as it eventually calmed.

Finally he released her and slumped to the side. They lay next to each other on the ruined bed. Their pact sealed; a new unwritten agreement between the two. She had willingly given herself to a demon overlord and he enthusiastically accepted.

Isobel turned to Alastor and found him staring back at her with a satisfied smile across his face. She smiled too.

"I must admit," he said. "That was better than a handshake."