Fair warning before we get into this chapter. I have never written smut before nor I am the most… "qualified" person to do so. Part of being a good writer though is stepping out of one's comfort zone and at least attempting to write something you're not sure about. This is also a bit of practice for myself, as I mentioned I am also working on a long-fic HTTYD story. I wanted to see if I am, one, capable of writing smut, and two, being comfortable doing it.

I do apologize if this is less than what people expected out of me. Sorry, heh, heh. I wanted to try something different from what a lot of people have written. Most stories have Alastor as the one who dominates in bed or at the very least takes charge. I thought it'd be a nice change of pace if Charlie were the one who took charge. Anyways onto the epilogue…

The city glittered behind them as Charlie and Alastor walked home from their evening out. Several months had passed since that autumn night, and while the Hotel still held memories of grief, it had begun to feel like home again. Charlie's laughter - real, genuine laughter - echoed through its halls more often now.

Tonight they'd gone to a new jazz club that had opened in a better part of Hell, one where the music didn't literally make ears bleed. Alastor had convinced Charlie to dance with him, and the two became quite an entertaining pair. She'd picked it up quickly, matching his steps as if they'd been dancing together forever.

"You didn't have to threaten that waiter," Charlie laughed now, squeezing Alastor's arm as they walked.

"My dear, anyone who suggests you've had 'enough' dessert clearly needs a reminder of proper manners." His radio static purred contentedly. "Besides, I barely showed any teeth."

"You're impossible." But she smiled as she said it, leaning into his side. "Though the look on his face when your shadow started to tower over him..."

"A mild reminder at best."

They took the long way back to the Hotel, enjoying the rare peaceful night. Charlie hummed softly - one of the jazz tunes from earlier - while Alastor's static provided gentle accompaniment.

"I like this," she said suddenly.

"What's that, my dear?"

"Just... this. Not running from anything or trying to forget. Just being here with you." She stopped walking to look up at him. "I'm happy, Al. Really happy."

The simple honesty in her voice softened his eternal smile. "As am I, my darling."

When they reached her room, instead of their usual goodnight routine, Charlie hesitated at the door. "Would you like to stay tonight?"

Alastor stiffened slightly. "Charlie..."

"Not like before," she assured him quickly. "I think we're well beyond those days, Al. I like you a lot, you've been at my side through the worst. And… I love you. I'd like to spend the night with you. If that's okay with you?"

Alastor studied her face for a long moment. She was clear-eyed, smiling that soft smile that was just for him. No trace of grief or desperation - just love, freely given.

"Are you certain?"

In answer, Charlie pulled him down for a kiss. It was different from their others - deeper, but still tender. When they parted, she pressed her forehead to his.

"I'm certain about you," she whispered. "I have been for a while now."

Alastor's smile softened as he followed her into the room. Charlie closed the door behind them, then turned to face him in the moonlight streaming through her window. The room had changed over the months - photographs still lined the walls, but now they told a story of healing rather than loss. New pictures had joined the old: Charlie and Alastor at the garden, the whole crew celebrating the Hotel's reopening, quiet moments caught when neither was looking

"We can take it slow," she said softly, running her fingers down his lapels. "I know touch is still... complicated for you sometimes."

"You make it less so." He reached for her, drawing her close. "You make many things less bothersome."

Charlie's hands found his bow tie, and he carefully unknotted it. Alastor slipped out of his suit jacket and pressed a kiss to Charlie's lips as the two slowly made their way to the bed. They remained together as Charle kicked out of her heels and fell onto the bed, dragging Alastor down with her. The straps of her red dress started to slip off her shoulders as their kissing intensified.

Charlie tugged at the buttons of Alastor's shirt and slowly began to undo them. One by one they were freed allowing Alastor to remove his shirt, casting it to some far-off corner of the room. With the flick of a wrist by Alastor, the lights in the room dimmed and the few candles that were present were lit. Charle pushed up at Alastor, their lips never separating, managing to flip them around so Alastor now lay on the bed.

Alastor felt Charlie's lips leave his as he opened his eyes and stared at Charlie who wore a proud smirk. A blush was clear across her face and to Alastor, Charlie had never looked more beautiful than in that moment. Charlie began straddling Alastor's waist earning a moan from the deer demon. The demoness grinned at his reaction, letting a small moan from her lips escape as she felt him beneath his pants.

Alastor reached up to pull her dress down but was met with a slap on his wrist from Charlie. Instead, Charlie removed herself from Alastor's lap and stood at the foot of the bed. The Radio Demon sat up and looked at Charlie. Alastor watched with wide eyes as Charlie let the dress slip off her frame revealing her pitch-black undergarments. She then kneeled on the foot of the bed and began to crawl toward Alastor. Their lips were about to meet when a knock at the door stopped them.

"Hey Charlie ya in there?" came Angel's muffled voice.

Charlie growled, surprised to be thrown out of the moment so suddenly. Alastor mirrored her reaction, but he quickly snapped his fingers, and the discarded bow tie disappeared.

"Hey, what the- ooh. I'll uh… I'll come back later."

Frantic footsteps faded into the night and Charlie couldn't help but laugh. She leaned back into Alastor and their lips met once more. Alastor reached around her back and clumsily pawed at the clasp of her bra. Charlie smiled against Alastor's mouth and did her best to stay as still as possible. Alastor's claws managed to unhook her, Charlie letting the article of clothing fall freely.

Alastor wasn't too sure about what he was doing. Sex wasn't something he was too well versed in, never indulging in it when he was alive nor in his afterlife. Part of him was hoping to let Charlie take the lead but it seemed like the princess wanted him to take control. He was nervous, worried that he would underperform and that their relationship would end right there if he couldn't satisfy her in bed. Which is why his next move astounded him.

Alastor was quick to remove his mouth from Charlie's and ducked down to her chest, pressing a kiss at the top of one of her breasts. Charlie moaned and pushed her chest into him. His free hand made its way over to the other mound of flesh and he began to massage it. This earned him another moan, a sound Alastor was beginning to enjoy.

His thumb ghosted over a nipple and Charlie's immediate reaction was to lean into the touch. Her moans were now a near-constant sound as he worshiped her chest.

"Alastor…" she whispered through her moans.

Charlie wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed Alastor's head into her chest. His mouth brushed against her other nipple. Charlie waited with bated breath, silently wishing Alastor would do what she wanted. She didn't have to wait long as she felt something warm latch onto her nipple.

"Oh Alastor…" she moaned again.

Alastor continued to work her chest, Charlie running a hand through his hair. He switched which breast his mouth was on, giving the other one attention it had lacked up to that point. Charlie's moans were music to his ears, and Alastor gained confidence with each one.

Charlie's mind was a haze, enjoying what the fearsome Radio Demon was doing to her. She could feel the heat pooling in her lower regions. The reaction was something Alastor surely had felt by now yet he was so focused on her breasts. It was time Charlie took control of the situation.

Charlie removed his hand from her chest, causing Alastor to pull away in confusion. Charlie grinned seductively at him and kissed him again. However, the kiss was quick, not the making out Alastor was used to up to this point. Charlie ducked down to his neck and pressed a kiss there, earning a moan from Alastor. She continued making his way down his body, planting kisses as she went. Charlie reached his chest, her eyes going wide at the fresh scar running across it.

"Alastor…" Charlie gasped.

Across his chest was a scared wound, traveling nearly the length of his upper body. Hastily thrown together stitch marks could still be seen. What was worse was the fact that the wound hadn't healed properly. Alastor followed her gaze and smirked at her.

"Oh don't mind it dear, just the wound from Adam. I told you I didn't come out of the fight unscathed."
"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore."

"Why didn't you say that it was as bad as this? If you got help it could've healed a lot better," Charlie reprimanded him.

"My scars are a reminder, my dear. How I nearly gave everything for you. I'd do it all over again if I could."

"You better not hide anything like this from me again."

"It's not like I can hide anything from you anymore anyway. If this night keeps progressing like it has been, you'd be able to map out each one of my scars blindfolded."

Charlie smirked and kissed the scar before making her way down his abdomen. As she went she planted kisses before stopping at the hem of his pants. She grinned up at the demon, who watched her wide-eyed before she began to unclasp his belt buckle. With a satisfying click, Charlie loosed the strap and grasped at the hem of his trousers.

With one swift motion, Alastor's erection was freed from its prison. The air on his lower half felt strange, a good kind of strange. Alastor watched with wide eyes as Charle's hand ghosted over him, the warmth of her skin tantalizing him. Finally, Charlie wrapped a hand around his member. Alastor threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt shockwaves across his body.
"Charlie…" he moaned.

Charlie smirked at his reaction and slowly moved her hand up his length. Alastor hissed at the sensation, Charlie's thumb ghosting the tip before she went back down. Slowly she began to pump his length, smirking at the way his breath hitched as she continued.

Alastor picked his head back up to look at Charlie. The demoness seemed to be enjoying herself, her eyes not leaving his member. A new wave of pleasure washed over the Radio Demon as her fingers touched his tip once again. Alastor moaned in delight at the sensation, throwing his head back once more.

"You like that don't you?" Charlie asked with a sultry voice.

Alastor could do nothing but nod at her question. Charlie chuckled at his response before she lowered her head down to him.

"To think I've got the big bad Radio Demon speechless," she continued. "I wonder how you'll react if I just…"

Alastor felt her lips on the tip of his length. It was a ghost of a kiss, but he couldn't help how his member twitched at the action. Charlie pressed another kiss to the other side of the tip, content with Alastor being in the palm of her hands. She kissed his member once again before taking him into her mouth.

Charlie felt him twitch immediately, his moan of pleasure quickly following. A hand pressed against the back of her head, keeping her on him. Charlie hummed as she slowly took more of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip of cock. Alastor moaned again and unconsciously bucked into her.

"Charlie…"

Charlie began to bob up and down his length. Alastor's hand gripped her hair as she worked him, the demoness happy that he was enjoying himself. On her way back down his member, Charlie tried to take as much of him as she could. Her nose was pressed against his pelvis, the tip of length brushed the back of her throat. Charlie tried to remain like that as much as possible but her gag reflex kicked in and she pulled away.

As Charlie coughed, she went back to pumping his length at an increased space. Saliva now coated him and a little bit of precum leaked from his tip. Charlie gathered herself and took him into her mouth once more.

Alastor felt like nothing else mattered to him, oh how he wished they had done this sooner. The warmth of her around him, her tongue greedily lapping up the seed that prematurely escaped him, it was all simply exquisite.

"Fuck…" he moaned.

Charlie pulled away to look up at him. Saliva was strung out between her lips and his tip. Charlie whipped her mouth with her free hand, pulled herself back up to Alastor, and kissed him feverishly. She continued to pump him as they made out, Alastor moaning into their kiss.

Suddenly Alastor pulled away, Charlie tried to follow him but he pulled too far back.

"My dear if you… continue this, I'm afraid I won't… last much longer," Alastor told her through his pleasure.

"And what are you going to do about that?" she challenged.

Alastor smiled before lowering head down to her neck and lightly sunk his teeth into her skin. Charlie moaned and immediately stopped working him. Her hands flew to the back of his neck, trying to keep him there as long as possible. Alastor used this to his advantage, without removing himself from her hold, the Radio Demon pushed her back onto the bed.

Charlie's legs wrapped themselves around his waist as Alastor sucked on her neck. The princess hissed when he pulled away, horns poking through the crown of her head. Alastor went back to her breast and latched onto one of her nipples as his hands went lower. They grazed the inside of her thighs, Charlie opening her legs for ease of access.

His hand trailed up her thigh until he reached her clothed core. Alastor pulled away from her breast and looked up into Charlie's wide eyes. Charlie knew what he wanted, Alastor was a gentleman through and through.

"Al, I need you," Charlie told him.

Alastor grinned and slid his pulled the damp underwear to the side. Her pink folds were glistening with want and Alastor was satisfied that Charlie's body craved him so much. Slowly he swiped a finger across her slick folds. Charlie gasped at his touch, arching her back in pure bliss. Alastor continued to motion, up and down enjoying the little gasps and moans he was hearing from Charlie.

All of sudden she growled and Charlie's tail wrapped around his forearm.

"In."

Alastor obliged, sticking his middle finger inside her. Charlie's moan was music to his ears, muttering an assortment of curses that he'd never thought would ever be uttered by her mouth. Slowly Alastor began to pleasure Charlie, driving his finger as deep as he could go. Without even thinking, Alastor added a second finger. Charlie moaned even louder as Alastor's fingers worked their magic.

All the times' Charlie had masturbated to the thought of Alastor fucking her didn't compare to the actual feeling. She was becoming undone by just fingers, the pressure slowly building in her core as her walls began to tighten around him. His thumb brushed her clit, the buddle of nerves sending shockwaves through her body.

"Fuck… Alastor…" she moaned.

"Enjoying yourself my dear?" he questioned.

"Mhm…" was the only thing she could get out as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

Alastor increased his pace, Charlie's breathless moans and panting becoming more frequent. He curled his fingers in just the right spot, Charlie bellowing a rather loud moan.

"Fuck Alastor… I'm gonna… Al-"

Charlie threw her head back as the built-up pressure finally released. Alastor felt his fingers go slick at her release, something he hadn't expected to achieve so early. As he withdrew his finger from her cunt, Charlie sat up and pushed him back down to the bed.

Alastor looked up at Charlie who straddled his waist once, nothing blocking their sexes from each other this time. Charlie positioned herself right over him, rocking her hips over the Radio demon, his member becoming slick as she moved.

Charlie stopped her motion and lifted her hips. She grabbed a hold of Alastor's length and positioned it at her entrance. Alastor watched wide-eyed, even if he wanted to protest the action, she didn't give him a chance as she sunk down on him. The two moaned in sync as Charlie got settled. The princess reached out for the headboard and grabbed onto it, her other hand remained on Alastor's chest. Slowly Charlie lifted her hips and sunk back down onto him.

Alastor's hands shot out to Charlie's hips to help stabilize her. The princess seemed to pay no attention to him as she quicked her pace, bouncing frantically on Alastor's lap. The Radio Demon picked his torso up and captured Charlie's lips with his. Charlie's grip on the headboard released, instead she used Alastor's shoulders for leverage.

"Fuck…" she growled as she felt him go deeper into him.

Alastor pulled away once again found her neck and bit down on the skin. Charlie screamed in pleasure, momentarily stopping her movement. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, Alastor bucked into her at the loss of the friction.

"Al-"

Alastor took this as a sign to keep going and began to thrust his hips into her slowly. Charlie let her head fall to Alastor's shoulder, her arms wrapping around him. The Radio Demon kept thrusting, his pace quicking along with the sounds coming from Charlie. Alastor pulled away from her neck and crashed his lips onto hers into another feverish kiss. Charlie could taste her blood on his tongue, the metallic taste somehow didn't disgust her.

Alastor stopped his trusts abruptly and Charlie growled at the sudden cease of lovemaking. Without warning Charlie was thrown back onto the bed, the two never separating. Charlie's legs were lifted over his shoulders and Alastor resumed pumping into Charlie. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the pleasure, her walls clenching around the Radio Demon's member as she felt another release growing closer.

"Fuck Alastor… harder," she moaned.

He obliged thrusting faster into her, earning a squeal from Charlie. Her legs fell from his shoulder and wrapped around his hips, locking the two together. Alastor didn't mind or rather simply didn't care. He was losing himself in the passion, all of Hell didn't matter, what mattered was the woman beneath him.

Then he felt it, the building pressure in his loins. Alastor's moans became strained as he fought against the release he knew was coming. He was more focused on Charlie getting another climax than his own.

"Al… close…" she panted.

"I am… as well…" he replied.

"Fuck…"

Alastor leaned down and tried to capture her lips once again. Charlie though was faster than him. She raised herself just enough to get her mouth to his neck and bit down on him as the dam holding her release burst.

He lost it right then and there. With one final thrust, her walls firmly clamped around him, legs holding them in this position, Alastor spilled into Charlie. The princess felt the warmth spread through her core as Alastor filled her. She grabbed onto Alastor as they both rode out their highs.

Finally, the two collapsed from exhaustion. Alastor pulled out as he fell beside her, Charlie immediately rolling into Alastor's side. The two rested in silence, their skin glistened with sweat, and both took deep breaths exhausted from their night. With what little energy Alastor had left, he snapped a finger and the blankets of the bed now covered their naked bodies. Charlie gave him a sleepy grin and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The princess sighed dreamily and wrapped her arms around Alastor.

"That was…"

Alastor braced for the worst.

"Great," Charlie finished.

"Glad I could perform well enough for you, my dear," he responded.

"If that was your first time… I can only imagine what you're like with a little more experience."

"Good thing you and I will be practicing together for the foreseeable future."

Charlie laughed and rested her head on his chest. Her eyelids suddenly felt heavy, the warmth from Alastor's body lulling her closer and closer to sleep.

"I love you Alastor," Charlie whispered.

"I-"

Before he could even have a chance to respond, Charlie's eyes were closed and he could hear soft snoring coming from the woman. Alastor smiled and let his head fall against hers. The Radio Demon let his eyes close and the man drifted off to sleep with his princess in his arms.

And that was For Her Sake. I had a great time writing this one. It's with my pleasure to announce that For Her Sake will be receiving a sequel later this year. When exactly? I don't know. I need to get back to not putting off working on my HTTYD story.

For His Sake is coming soon and that's all I can say.

Thank you all for your continued support. We'll see each other again soon.

Until next time!

-Dilloncoll